Zong Wu: I'm going to stand up and brush up my favorability

How does it feel for a woman to see a man she values ​​deeply in love with another woman?
Especially when this man hugged another woman at noon.

Zhao Min was both angry and funny.I would be happy and sad, angry and resentful because of a big carrot.

She is a woman with a strong desire for control. If she really wants to find a life partner, she will definitely not find someone whose heart does not belong to her completely.

But such a strong character does not allow her to admit defeat now, and she still loses inexplicably and completely.

Ever since, Zhao Min choked out: "Hehe, I was holding one in the middle of the day, and now I am looking at the other one affectionately, my lover!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Wuqing, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Lin Beiwang woke up when he heard the words, and was a little embarrassed to see that everyone around him was eating melons.

Five colors make people blind, beautiful colors make people bone crisp, I sincerely do not deceive me.

Ruthlessly sensed Zhao Min's eyes. As a woman, she would not swallow her anger. She also had a strange look and said, "Why, Princess Beiyuan is envious?"

Zhao Min's heart skipped a beat, his face was like a cloth dyeing workshop, and he couldn't help but say a word: "I will envy you? Little thief Lin is very bad. I won't stretch his tendons or peel his skin. It’s hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart.”

Hearing Zhao Min's words, Lin Beiwang felt a little familiar, but he didn't think too much about it, so he choked Zhao Min ruthlessly and said, "I just said that you, Princess Zhao Min, didn't say a single word of the truth. Now it seems that the words in black and white The evidence doesn't count."

As he spoke, he took out the letter of war from his bosom and raised it.

The handwriting on it made everyone see it clearly.

Seeing Lin Beiwang and Wu Qing gang bullying her, Zhao Min felt so wronged.

But seeing Lin Beiwang always carrying this gauntlet with him, he couldn't help but feel a little happy.

Between the joy and resentment, the tears couldn't stop flowing out for some reason.

This time she was so ashamed, the majestic No. [-] Princess of the Northern Yuan Dynasty was choked to tears by the words of a man and a woman outside the gate of the Great Zhou Palace.

Lin Beiwang and Wuqing looked at each other, a little stunned, did the two of them go too far?
In the next second, Zhao Min wiped away his tears in a panic, ignored the stunned crowd, and sprinted up the palace wall and tower alone.

Now she can't wait to find a hole to get in and never come out.

The feelings towards Lin Beiwang became more and more complicated.

Under the palace wall, everyone in Beiyuan glared at Lin Beiwang, and a scholar in white looked him up and down, as if looking for a position to strike.

Lin Beiwang couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and looked at the white-clothed scholar with some trepidation.

"I'm Song Tiannan, Minmin's master, young man, you are very good." Song Tiannan smiled kindly at Lin Beiwang, that smile was full of deep meaning.

Well, I am not afraid of a lot of debts, anyway, more than one great master is eyeing me, I am afraid of a fart!

Lin Beiwang looked at Song Tiannan and Bei Yuan who had already walked up the palace wall, and couldn't help curling his lips.

The time has just arrived, and the competition begins again.

Lang Fanyun played against Song Tiannan.

Both of them use swords, but there are differences between swords.

When Lang Fanyun pulled out the Rain-Covering Sword, light rain began to fall from the sky.

This is not ordinary rain, but a sword rain completely formed by sword energy and sword intent.

At this time, the sky was clear and clear, but Song Tiannan in the arena felt that a storm was coming, and he was like a helpless fisherman in the sea with a lone boat preparing to fight.

Song Tiannan pulled out his sword with difficulty, and the blade pointed directly at Lang Fanyun.

The winner has already been decided before the battle is even fought.

Lang Fanyun is too strong. He has just passed his thirties, and he can use the sword intent to induce the sword power, and use the sword power to turn it into a celestial phenomenon.Although he is no more than a grand master now, the breakthrough of heaven and man is a certainty.

On the palace wall, Ximen Chuixue's mind trembled slightly. Is this the extremely affectionate way of swordsmanship?
Wang Yuyan stood beside Lin Beiwang, her eyes blurred and she said, "It's so beautiful!"

Yes, this sword rain is really beautiful, emitting colorful streamers under the sunlight.

But under the beautiful appearance, there is a huge murderous intent hidden, which can make people smashed to pieces and wiped out.

"Use your sword!" Lang Fanyun said to Song Tiannan, "Otherwise, there will be no chance to unleash your sword."

In the rain of swords, Song Tiannan had to circulate his true energy to resist the rain of swords that kept falling on him.

It was as if a heavy rock was weighing on his heart, and he felt a rare feeling of shortness of breath.This feeling has never happened since he stepped into the grand master.

Song Tiannan made a move, his sword was fickle and changing all the time.This is the way of swordsman he realized from the Book of Changes, taking Yi as the way and changing into the law.

At the same time, this sword is also extremely fast, so fast that people can only see a sword light, piercing towards Lang Fanyun as if teleporting.

Lang Fanyun held the Rain-covering sword and smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't see this extremely fast sword.

With just a slight wave, the countless rain of swords in the entire arena disappeared in an instant, and the rain-covering sword was like a dragon entering the sea. The roc spread its wings and turned into a ball of cold light, which quickly exploded, forming a series of sword lights, which shot straight at Song Tiannan.

Song Tiannan's sword advanced with difficulty in the light of the sword, and the extremely fast sword was less than one foot away from Lang Fanyun.

But this foot is like a moat, Song Tiannan can't step over it no matter what.

He shouted loudly, pumped all the true energy in his body into the sword, and the sharp sword in his hand took another step forward.

One foot, seven inches, three inches, one inch.

At the last half an inch, Song Tiannan's whole body was empty of true energy.

Lang Fanyun gently pushed away the sword tip that was about to approach his nose with his hand, and said lightly: "You are defeated."

Yes, I lost, and I lost completely.

Song Tiannan's hand holding the sword dropped down, and the sword in his hand began to break inch by inch, leaving only the hilt.

Suddenly, his clothes were instantly stained red with blood, and drops of blood oozed out from the pores.

Meng Chixing sighed softly, mobilized the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth and injected it into Song Tiannan's body, dispelling the sword energy of covering rain, and only then stopped his bloody state.

His apprentice was defeated, Basiba still looked indifferent, as if nothing in the world could shake his mind.

Pang Ban's eyes were slightly condensed, and he had a feeling in his heart that Lang Fanyun was the one in his destiny, and he would have a duel with him in the end.

After the duel, a faint sadness emanated from the heaven and the earth, which was the longing for the lover.

Even a man as resolute as Ji Xian couldn't help showing a trace of sadness on his face.

Meng Chixing's eyes have been looking at Lang Fanyun, this kind of swordsmanship that can change the color of the world has not been seen for many years.

I saw it on that person last time, but it was completely different from the Rain-Fuying Sword.