villain mentor

Chapter 62
Le Zhengling opened her hand, and the Youlong Sword flew into her hand.

"Your opponent is here."

Nan Ke clenched the knife wrapped in the cloth, let go, and threw the bag to the other hand, the original hand grabbed the cloth.

The knife was spinning in the air, revealing its true colors.

The fierce sword wind hit her.

Step forward and cut off the sword wind.

The momentum of the sword is like a rainbow, and the moves are flowing like a swimming dragon, but the long knife has not lost half of the wind under the sword.

The sword was as fast as lightning, and left afterimages of swords in the sky. Tens of thousands of afterimages of swords appeared in the air, and it was impossible to distinguish which one was the real sword.

"I only now know why the Youlong Sword is ranked first in the world. Under the rapid use of Lezheng Shaodian, the sword can still maintain its original power. This Nanke is probably in danger."

"She is the young palace's fiancée, the young palace will show mercy, but the pain of flesh and blood must be endured. Really, a woman insists on taking part in some competition for her brother."

"With the phantoms of tens of thousands of swords, no one can tell which is the real sword and which is the fake sword."

Waving the knife in his hand, he walked through the shadow of the sword, coming and going like the wind, and with the momentum of sweeping away thousands of troops, he directly killed a way out of the shadow of the sword.

If you can't tell the difference, destroy them all!
Where the knife passes, the afterimage is disillusioned.

蹬!
The sound of swords clashing together
The sound waves hit the hearts of everyone present.

The two people standing together raised their eyes to look at each other.

Whether it is in terms of momentum or spiritual power, it is difficult to distinguish between superior and inferior.

All the concealment in Nan Ke's eyes disappeared at this moment.

There was a scorching light in those eyes, which also ignited Lezheng Lingjun's pupils.

Le Zhengling felt that this strange image of Nan Ke became more concrete in his mind, and the so-called awe in her eyes had long since disappeared.

Only the self-confidence of being a strong man in his eyes, and the fact that he wants to defeat him is inevitable.

At this time, Le Zheng Lingjun finally understood why his family betrothed Nan Keyi to him after she was born.

From heaven to earth, he would never find someone as equal as her.

And all he wanted was an opponent who could have a good fight with him.

"You are very strong, I appreciate it, but you will definitely lose today."

"Oh?"

The two fought together again, and the fight was inseparable.

After an unknown number of rounds, Nan Ke's physical strength gradually ran out.

The swords collided again.

A set of sword moves that his master had taught him flashed through his mind.

She drew the knife violently, and leaned back to avoid the sword that was attacking her.

The knife in his hand flew out, and then he quickly bent down and rushed towards the knife.

Le Zhengling seized the opportunity and quickly charged towards Nan Ke with his sword tightly.

Hold the handle of the knife and turn the knife upside down.

At the same time, Nan Ke's hair fell to the ground.

His long knife directly penetrated Lezheng Lingjun's body.

"You lost." He pulled the long knife out of his body.

He looked in disbelief at his wound that was bleeding continuously.

Nan Ke looked sideways at Le Zheng Lingjun, his wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, what Master said was true, gods cannot kill gods.

He looked at his hands with some regret.

"how come."

He actually lost.

He didn't even know how she made the last move.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked around.

The astonishment in everyone's eyes was no less than his.

In the crowd, he seemed to hear whispers, they seemed to be saying that Le Zhengling was nothing more than that.

No, he is the strongest and he will definitely win.

Struggling to get up, the cold knife was already on his neck.

"you lose."

"I won't lose, keep going."

Nan Ke in front of him gradually turned into a phantom.

"Continue, continue to fight with me." He stretched out his hand to grab Nan Ke.

"I won't lose!" Le Zhengling sat up abruptly from the bed.

Looking around, I realized that everything just now was just a dream.

"Why are you having this dream again?" Rubbing her aching head.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the door.

"Young Hall."

"Come in."

The visitor immediately opened the door and entered, kneeling in front of Lezheng Lingjun's bed.

"Paoshan on the border of Ningguo was burned by a mountain fire."

"What!" Le Zhengling, who was rubbing his eyes, immediately opened his eyes, and the long eyelashes directly touched his fingers. "When did this happen."

"Three days ago, because there were too many brambleweeds growing on the mountain, the smoke from the brambleweeds was so thick that the sky mirror didn't show it. We didn't know until today that the mountain fire naturally burned out."

"Damn!"

The curtain was blown violently by the spiritual wind.

The believer completely lay down on the ground for fear that the Young Highness would kill him in a second.

"Where is Qi Huan?"

"We haven't found Qi Huan yet, but Zhan Tianjing can't sense Qi Shenshi."

"Qi Huan has a demigod physique, and it is absolutely impossible to be burned to death. Our people searched for the remaining wreckage on Mount Pao, and extracted some of the wreckage's memories."

The man lying on the ground shook his body tremblingly, and beads of sweat condensed on his forehead.

"Say."

"According to the picture in my memory, it was Qi Huan who set fire to poison and killed the soldiers and generals who were slaughtered. The soldiers at the bottom were leaderless and fled in all directions for a while, which made the fire unstoppable."

"In three days, if you live, you want to see people, if you die, you want to see corpses." Le Zhengling looked up at the red feather belt at the end of the bed.

No one in this world can resist the temptation of longevity.

Even if a person lives alone and miserable.

The white pajamas were opened wide, revealing a lean body, with a shallow scar on the tight abdominal muscles.

His slender fingers pressed lightly on the scar.

The long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and there was an almost morbid obsession in the eyes.

Soon, we will see you again.

Nan Ke, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up.

"Ma Dan, I always feel that someone is thinking about me."

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, touching his beautiful cheek.

"It's all because of my beautiful face."

There was a hum like a whisper from outside the hall.

Nan Ke glanced at Qionghua who was lying on the ground sleeping like a dead pig.

What am I thinking about? How could Qionghua, with such a strong tiger voice, make such a moving singing of a newlywed.

open the door.

The slap of a brook hitting a stone reaches the ear.

He walked slowly to the place where he heard the music yesterday.

Tick, tick.

Like raindrops hitting the steps.

"The chilling cicada is miserable~"

The voice finally became clear.

Nan Ke turned his head violently.

The breeze blew the woman's hair, making her even more soft and beautiful.

Her beauty does not have a trace of staunchness, like the peach blossoms that are blown into the water by the wind when they bloom most beautifully in spring, the beauty makes people feel distressed.

This is what my brothers once said, so that people can see a protective woman.

A pair of red crisp hands danced on the strings, and the zither sounded like flowing water.

The woman suddenly raised her head and smiled.

Behind her appeared various women holding music.

They are tall and short, fat and thin, with their respective musical instruments in their hands, just like the people walking out of the mural.

What a sweet little cutie.

　In fact, I was very serious when I coded, but why the coded words are so funny.

　　Holding his beautiful face but no one cares about it, he meditated.

　　Hey, it's all my fault for my damned charming sand sculpture temperament.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)