Rebirth ability: Mr. President, please accept the move

"Who of you dares to be presumptuous! Who dares to take a step forward, don't blame my palace for imposing a ban on all of you to be executed. Didn't you hear Mr. Ouyang's words just now!" Zhao Bohan stopped in front of Shen Ling.

"Now is the time when the old owner is away. It is not your responsibility for Shen Ling to have trouble with you. It is because she is trying to seduce you. This is a private matter of the White Camel Villa. I am cleaning up the house for the young master! Little prince , please get out of the way!" Wen Qian replied.

"Let her come. No matter how powerful her sword is, she is not as fast as my finger." Shen Ling pushed Zhao Bohan away. She is very confident in her throwing knife. At least in the villa, she has tried it. One and a half moves, except for Su Xi who needs to worry about something, don't worry about the rest at all.

When the old beggar heard her say that he had fast fingers, his expression froze.

Using a sword depends entirely on the flexibility of the wrist, but there is always a posture of pulling out the sword and retracting the sword. In terms of speed, it is of course not as convenient as moving your fingers one by one. Could it be that the girl's surname is Duan?

Thinking of Duan's surname, he frowned and shook his head.Suddenly seeing a glint of cold light from the side, he couldn't help laughing again. It turned out that Shen Ling's finger was secretly holding the flying knife, so it didn't depend on his fingers.

But I just laughed it off, and suddenly thought of something, it suddenly seemed like an empowerment, to kill is not to kill, not to kill is to kill, to kill or not to kill, in one thought, you can kill or not, in one thought, you can use weapons, It doesn't matter if you don't need it, and I started to mutter, "They can kill people, they can kill people..."

Thinking of his own experience, he suddenly became cheerful, and he didn't know whether to tell Zhao Bohan or himself, "Beauties don't need swords, but beauty depends on beauty."

Zhao Bohan was taken aback for a moment, and just as he frowned, he heard Wen Qian yell, "Don't let the bitch run away, let's go together!"

Sure enough, just as Shen Ling said, the first wave of the charge hit the flying knives respectively, and they lay down for a while. Only Su Xi stood upright with the sword body, forced the dagger away with sword energy, and attacked Shen Ling's body. Three feet range.

Zhao Bohan stretched out his hand and flicked her sword, causing her sword to deflect a little. Shen Ling withdrew his hand, followed suit, and slapped the sword crookedly with the Spirit Snake Fist.

Seeing that Zhao Bohan didn't respond to his words, the old beggar cast his eyes on Su Xi, who was unstable.

"Lost the sword! Use mine!"

Su Xi almost ran into Shen Ling's arms. Shen Ling then slapped the sword in her hand to the ground. Thinking of her support for him, he reached out and hugged her shoulders. Su Xi raised his eyes and looked at the beggar. Look, seeing his arm swinging, as if throwing something, he stretched out his hand to take it without thinking, and stabbed only at Shen Ling's waist and abdomen.

"Ah!" Zhao Bohan was so frightened that he was in a cold sweat.

Seeing that the sharp thing had already poked into Shen Ling's belly, but failed to penetrate it, Shen Ling felt a pain, and hurriedly lowered his head to look, Su Xi felt that his hand was too light, and the old beggar threw it over. It's a small wooden sword!

"What's the mess!" Su Xi hated him for letting him throw the sword, and turned around and said angrily.

The old beggar was not angry either, "Give you a wooden sword, so you can't kill people, right? It can be seen that you don't want to kill."

Su Xi was taken aback, what do you mean?

"If you want to kill someone, even a wooden sword can do it." Seeing that Shen Ling was fine, Zhao Bohan agreed, and it turned out that this beggar is an expert.

"Look, the opponents are smarter than you."

Su Xi woke up and realized what the old man was talking about. She looked at Shen Ling face to face, but she was still disgusted and didn't want to take another look.

"Forget it, take care of yourself, I... I don't have a friend like you."

Su Xi felt as if he had lost all energy, and lost his wooden sword again. He followed Ouyang Ke, completely disappointed in his flirtatiousness, followed Shen Ling, but she also disappointed him, as if there was nothing else to do.

"Kill her, Chen Yuqing!" Wen Qian looked at the cowering Ji Ren behind her and yelled at her.

She herself was still far away, and she didn't rush over there.

"Hey! You can stay if you want, and leave if you want, it's all the same." The old beggar patted the dust off his body, looked at Su Xi with a sense of loss, "I'm taking my apprentice, will you come or not?"

Su Xi looked at the grinning old beggar, and replied, "Okay."

"That's good. I always have the eight swords in my heart, and today is the last sword." The old beggar smiled and looked at Shen Ling's wrist.