Lin Luo was extremely difficult at this moment. Zhu Xianqing abandoned his palm and used his sword, but he was still a short sword that was only fifty centimeters. The move was almost vicious and caught people off guard.

Although Lin Luo's tungsten dragon sword was more than twice as long, he lost all his internal strength and could not cause any fatal damage to Zhu Xianqing. On the contrary, it was quite difficult.

Zhu Xianqing used a short sword to assassinate the kung fu, which was vicious and vicious, and attacked people with a desperate move. Even though Lin Luo was determined, he couldn't help but feel scared and sweated.

Even though Lin Luo was so strict with his guard, he felt a little hard work at this moment.

Zhu Xianqing covered it up so well!

Damn old fox!

He could use a short sword without any occasion. I guess everyone, even many core people in the Zhengyi faction, didn't know this secret.

But now, in order to kill Lin Luo, Zhu Xianqing resolutely chose to take out his trump card, which shows Lin Luo's position in his heart and threats!

"Old Dog Zhu, you hide it deeply enough!"

Lin Luo narrowly avoided the dagger that stabbed to the left rib and said.

Zhu Xianqing squeezed out a smile while his face was twisted: "It's a pity that those who know this secret are all dead!"

"I may not be sure!" After Lin Luo finished speaking, the Tungsten Dragon Sword quickly stabbed, and in one breath, he stabbed five swords. Zhu Xianqing also had five swords at the same time.

Dingding Dingding Ding Ding Ding Ding!!

A series of fire suddenly flashed in the dark night, but the disciples of both sides were fighting fiercely, and no one had noticed such a wonderful scene.

"President Lin's swordsmanship is good, but unfortunately he loses all his internal strength, and his skills are only here today!" Zhu Xianqing's dry voice was extremely hated.

Lin Luo was looking for any angle that could draw the sword. He understood his responsibilities, so he could only hold Zhu Xianqing for a moment, hoping that Yu Yunxin and the rescuers at the foot of the mountain would come in time. He lost all his internal strength, and Lin Luo had to fight Zhu Xianqing with his swordsmanship. His internal strength was completely lost. It can be said that there was no hope of winning, unless Zhu Xianqing was willing to slaughter it.

After all, Lin Luo, whose cultivation is in parallel with swordsmanship and internal strength, is like a one-armed person.

In Zhu Xianqing's eyes, Lin Luo's swordsmanship was threatening but not fatal. Moreover, Lin Luo's completely clamped play style could see clearly within a moment, and he even saw through the reason why Lin Luo was so desperate.

"Hmph, Master Lin is too concerned about himself. If you have the original strength, you can still fight hard. With your current level, you will be overestimating your ability to restrain me!"

The short sword in Zhu Xianqing's hand was like a poisonous snake staring at the prey, staring at the prey, and taking the action was a fatal killing move.

In one breath, eleven swords were drawn, and all of them hit the same point on the ridge of the Tungsten Dragon Sword.

The accumulated eleven levels of power were constantly shocked, and Lin Luo felt the numbness and pain of his right arm like lightning strike. He lost all his strength in an instant. He felt numb in his hand and could no longer hold the Tungsten Dragon Sword.

"Damn it, the sword cannot be abandoned!" Lin Luo gritted his teeth and insisted on doing it without waiting for action. The twelfth attack came, and the torn pain of his right arm stimulated the nerves again. Even though Lin Luo had strong psychic power, the pain that passed from his arms to his heart without any loss and the pain that penetrated into his soul.

Can't hold on anymore!

Lin Luo held the tungsten dragon sword in front of his right hand, and it could no longer be described as "holding". His five fingers were curled up, and his hands were extremely reluctantly drooping the hilt of the tungsten dragon sword. There was a possibility of abandoning the sword at any time.

Zhu Xianqing raised his lips, and the thirteenth level of power was like the waves of Qiantang River, constantly hitting the embankment, destroying everything in the way, sweeping over with crushing momentum. Anyone who opposes it will die! Anyone who attempts to stop it will break!

Lin Luo squirted out a blood arrow, and the sword weapon that looked like a swordsman's life also left his hand. He fell on the mountain road at the same time, falling three or five steps before he stopped.

The three disciples at the foot of the mountain were all dead at this moment. Zhao Zheng was the most injured, but he was also the most intimidating. His lifeless fighting style gave him the most flaws, but the remaining twenty elite disciples of the Zhengyi faction did not dare to attack easily.

Huangfu Shaoming's right arm holding the sword was injured. Every time he tried hard, he would feel a torn pain.

Zhao Zheng was hit by a sword in his chest, and he stepped down from his right chest. The wound was slanted to his left waist. A slanted cut occupied the entire upper half of his body. The brocade robe like a noble young man had been soaked in blood. It was impossible to tell where he was bleeding or where others were blood.

Chen Long's face still had no strange appearance, he looked cautious, and he would gain anything if he drew a sword. That's it. He was also stabbed in the corner of his left eye. Although it was not too deep, it was the most obvious injury. After two moments, the wound at the corner of his eye had turned dark and scabbed. Combined with the cold and sharp eyes, it was the most terrifying and ruthless.

"Be careful, the remaining group of people are the elites of the righteous." Chen Long's tone was not calm, and his tone was very contrasting with his words, as if these so-called elites were like landslides.

Zhao Zheng glanced at the enemy on his side contemptuously. Even if he was most injured and was besieged by more than 20 people, he would look up to the enemies in front of him one by one. The disciples of Zhengyi Sect met the eyes, and their eyes were stinging. They couldn't help but look away, and they didn't dare to look at them.

"This is also called elites!"

With his contemptuous eyes, he didn't take them seriously. Even with such a contrasting ridicule, none of the elite disciples of Zhengyi's sect dared to go up and duel with him impulsively. Those who could survive until now and stand here are all powerful and smart characters.

The three disciples of the Lingyun Sect are like overlord tigers in the mountains. Any of them is an extremely terrifying existence, let alone three tigers fighting in concert. The disciples of the Lingyun Sect are more like hyenas. Only by uniting and working together and gradually consuming can they win three kings of the mountains and forests.

Huangfu Shaoming's face was even more strange, and the corners of his mouth were trembling. It was not because of fear, but because of excitement!

Excitement to fight to the death! Such a difficult battle, the "double killing of swords" against him can only improve little by little in the battle between blood and flesh. Although the body is injured and exhausted little by little, the tremor coming from the bones, the continuous integration of swords and swordsmanship is constantly improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Excited, he wants more enemies!

Lin Luo was defeated, and the Tungsten Dragon Sword that had been with him for a long time disappeared.

The thirteenth level of strong strength made his internal organs very painful, and all his internal organs were twisted together. It felt like twisting into a ball of dry towel, which was awkward and uncomfortable.

"Ahem..."

Lin Luo spitted two mouthfuls of blood, stood up with his left hand, and shook his numb right hand with force.

Zhu Xianqing walked down the stairs on the mountainside, with a half-meter short sword in his hand in panic.

"President Lin, let's settle the grudge between you and me now!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Xianqing's body moved rapidly, leaving a blurry afterimage, and the short sword in his hand disappeared.

Lin Luo was about to die, but also died under Zhu Xianqing's famous skill "Black Wind Palm". If someone else found out that Lin Luo died of a sword injury, wouldn't the trump card of Zhu Da's short sword be exposed?

When he hit the palms out, Lin Luo also raised his palms to face the enemy, but he could not mobilize any inner breath, and he was just pretending.

In an instant, the palm stops, and the meridians are broken!!
Chapter completed!