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

The precious knife in his hand whined, and as Lin Beiwang kicked his legs faster and faster, the blade finally stopped, and with a clang, the precious knife broke in the middle.

The second sword king couldn't dodge in time, and was kicked by Lin Beiwang's heart-piercing leg on the chest, vomiting blood and flying backwards.

"Father!" The second dreamed that his father was kicked away by Lin Beiwang, and yelled in worry.

After the second sword emperor flew out, his body was still able to maintain his balance in the air. When he landed, his feet lightly stepped on the ground, leaving a string of footprints on the not-so-hard ground.

He reached out to stop him and said, "Don't come over, I'm fine."

Holding the broken handle of the knife in his right hand, and looking at the blade falling aside, the Second Knife Emperor looked a little dull.

I thought to myself, I am the second sword king, but I didn't expect to be defeated by a child with a yellow mouth. Did I go wrong?

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, he couldn't think about it for a while, and grabbed the broken blade to wipe it off his neck.

This move stunned Second Meng, and Nie Feng was also stunned.

Lin Beiwang's eyes widened even more. What kind of operation was this?
Although he was a little surprised, Lin Beiwang did not turn his back on him. He appeared in front of the Second Sword Emperor in an instant, pointing at his right hand.

The second sword emperor's right hand suddenly felt weak, he couldn't hold the handle of the knife, and the broken knife fell down.

The second dream flew over in a hurry, supported the second knife emperor, and said with tears in his eyes: "Father, what are you doing?"

The second sword king looked at the falling handle, his eyes were a little empty, then looked at the second dream, sighed and said: "Oh! I think I was happy before, thinking that I found a precious sword that can match my sword skills .”

"That's right, my saber technique is just like this one, and it's so vulnerable in the eyes of this young hero."

Second Meng knew that his father was a martial idiot, a sword idiot.

In these years, apart from being defeated by the First Evil Emperor, he has not met other decent opponents, and it is also because he only practiced swords.

Ermeng didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only turn her head to look at Lin Beiwang for help.

Lin Beiwang received the second dream's eyes, looked at the second knife emperor, curled his lips and said: "You are still a big man, and you can't bear a little failure. If you want to die and go far away, it's really an eyesore."

"In today's world, there are many people who are more skilled than me. I can't bear this setback. Then why do you practice swords and fight for the first place?"

For a paranoid like the Second Sword Emperor, serious reassurance is useless at all, you can only slap him.

The second sword emperor has a violent temper, and Lin Beiwang really exploded when he was so angry.

Throwing away the second dream, he said loudly: "Boy, you just took advantage of my unpreparedness and broke my knife. If you really fight seriously, I won't lose you."

The second dream was staggered by the second sword emperor, but seeing his father rekindled his fighting spirit, he felt relieved a lot.

Then he looked at Lin Beiwang with an apologetic face.

Lin Beiwang gestured to her indifferently, telling her to return to Nie Feng's side, and then said to the Second Sword Emperor: "Okay, let's fight again this time."

The second sword king was empty-handed, looked at the broken knife on the ground, did not come up in one breath, stared at Lin Bei and said: "I have all my kung fu on the knife, without a knife, I can't beat it."

As soon as the words fell, a knife was stuck in front of him.

On the other side, Nie Feng just wanted to lend the Xueyin Knife to the Second Knife Emperor, but Lin Beiwang beat him one step ahead.

The second sword king looked at the Jingji knife in front of him. From his eyes, he naturally knew that this was a peerless weapon. Compared with the knife he had before, it was a sky and a ground.

Looking up at Lin Beiwang, his eyes widened and he asked, "What do you mean?"

Lin Beiwang said: "This is the Jingji knife. The owner of the knife has been killed by me. It is considered a good knife. Pick it up and make a move. Let's fight again."

He signaled to the second sword king to do it.

The Second Sword Emperor looked at Lin Beiwang, then at Jing Ji Dao, with a hesitant expression.

He felt that his tough heart had been broken today, and the power of cutting off emotions would definitely drop a lot.

But in the face of a peerless magic weapon like Jingji Dao, he couldn't stand the temptation.

Lin Bei saw his hesitant look, and shouted loudly: "You say you, a big man, mother-in-law."

The Second Swordsman was stunned, "My mother-in-law?"

Lin Beiwang nodded, "Yes!"

The second knife emperor emphasized again: "You mean my mother-in-law?"

Lin Beiwang nodded again: "Yes!"

The second knife was so angry that he didn't care about anything, grabbed the Jingji knife, and shouted: "Eat me!"

Jing Ji Dao is not particularly easy to control, but for some reason, the Second Sword Emperor's Cutting Emotions Qijue matches the spirit in the sword of Jing Ji Dao very well.

As soon as he got it in his hand, the second sword emperor felt that this Jingji knife was completely made for himself.

This knife cuts heartily.

A golden sword more than ten feet long struck Lin Beiwang head-on.

Lin Beiwang couldn't avoid it, he punched out with his right fist, and collided with the golden knife gang with the momentum of overturning mountains and rivers.

The second sword emperor held the handle of the knife and pressed down hard.

Lin Beiwang clenched his fists and pushed up hard.

The two couldn't stand each other.

The second sword emperor gritted his teeth, held the Jingji knife in his hand, and pulled it down forcefully.

There was an itchy metal rubbing sound at the intersection of the knife gang and the fist gang, followed by a cloud of sparks.

The knife gang and the fist gang blasted each other in pairs, and the burst gas cleared a large open space around them.

The second sword emperor slashed out, followed by the second move, a chaotic cloak-like sword technique, merciless, with the knife gang hidden in the blade, and slashed at Lin Beiwang like a quick knife.

The sharpness of the knife gang tore through the air.

Lin Beiwang used his palm as a knife, his body dodged nimbly, and from time to time he struck the blade of Jingji knife with his palm.

The two fought back and forth.

Seeing this, the second sword emperor's confidence increased greatly, and he thought to himself: "I will also show mercy later, and repay the kindness he just had."

But he didn't want Lin Beiwang to coax him to play at this time.

Lin Beiwang himself was not good at the saber technique, let alone using the palm as a saber. Although he used the Wuer saber technique, he was mostly on the defensive.

The two of them went through seventy or eighty moves, and the Second Sword Emperor's offensive became more and more urgent.

But Lin Beiwang is like a mountain standing still in the storm, showing everyone's demeanor with every move.

No matter how stupid the Second Swordsman was, he could tell at this moment that Lin Beiwang was throwing water.

He was angry, and the Jingji knife in his hand danced faster and faster, and said loudly: "Boy, you are humiliating this old man!"

Lin Beiwang acted calmly, and said with a smile, "Why do you say that, senior? I am caring for the elderly."

The violent temper of the Second Swordsman could not be suppressed, "Don't hold back, fight with me in an upright manner, no matter whether you win or lose, I will be convinced."

Lin Beiwang was helpless, his palm turned a knife into a fist, saw the second sword emperor's flaw, and punched out.