In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Li Mingru still didn't speak, and under his slightly drunk eyes, there was always a free and easy light.

Sometimes being defeated and learning a lesson is not necessarily a bad thing.

In the arena, the sparring had already begun, and this time it was Lin Xiaolu who took the initiative to attack.

He has such a character, and he always believes in the principle of attacking first and then suffering.

"Drink ah ah ah!"

The boy screamed and rushed towards Chen Nianyun in a straight line, his fist raised high, his small body was like a cheetah out of its cage.

And Chen Nianyun looked at the figure running fast in front of him, and sighed softly: "You are no longer my opponent, so why are you so persistent."

Then his eyes moved slightly, and the hand holding the scabbard shook violently... "噗~"

The silver-white spirit sword flew out of its sheath, and hovered straight in front of him. The next moment, Li Mingru swung the sword formula with his hand, and the spirit sword flew out with a sharp whistling sound!

The children in the audience were stunned.

Appeared, the unique spiritual method of controlling the sword of the spirit sword lineage!

Yu Chuchu, who was wiping his nosebleed, looked at the flying sword on the stage, and shouted: "Brother Nianyun beat him to death! Kill Lin Xiaolu!"

On the high platform, the elders saw the spirit sword unsheathed and turned into a silver-white stream of light, and they immediately understood that this discussion had come to an end.

Mu Xue Fuchen didn't need to use it anymore, and the flying sword had already been used, so it was no longer something ordinary people could resist.

Although Lin Xiaolu can be called a martial arts wizard, as Fang Wuxiu said, after all, he is only a mortal body!

You have the aura of horizontal training, your body is like a rock, you can withstand ordinary blades without injury, but you can't stop flying swords!

You are nimble, your steps are light, and your dodging speed is fast, but you are no faster than a flying sword!

No matter which cultivating sect you are in, flying swords and sword cultivators are all proper killers!

In front of such a big killer, warriors, spirit, will, and hard work will all become a complete joke!

Li Mingru watched the scene off the court, and sighed in his heart.

"call out!"

The lightning-fast flying sword was about to fly in front of him, Lin Xiaolu was surprised, this thing was so fast!

He knew that he couldn't dodge this thing, and even if he dodged, Chen Nianyun would probably control the flying sword to chase him down, and he would definitely not be able to hold it. How, I can't fly you!

He looked at the silver-white flying swords with flat blades on the left and right sides, and while running forward, he suddenly yelled:

"drink!"

The boy's immature yelling was so loud that it attracted the attention of everyone in the audience. Under the eyes of everyone, the boy raised his right leg violently while advancing forward to face the flying sword!

"call!"

The eight-year-old boy's short legs set off a gust of wind, drew a semicircle from bottom to top, raised his legs straight over his head, and then slashed down fiercely at the flying sword!

"Crack!!!"

The moment Feijian was about to stab Lin Xiaolu, he stepped on it with his foot and landed on the stage!

"I go!"

Everyone was taken aback!

Such an exaggerated scene made everyone's eyes pop out. The children in the audience and the elders on the high platform all stood up and looked at the young man standing proudly with the flying sword, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Under the stage, Li Yaoxi looked at the scene in front of her with almost blank eyes.

Chen Nianyun's flying sword, even for a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage, was very good, but Lin Xiaolu, a warrior, stepped on it. This scene almost broke his understanding of warriors, it was simply amazing!

On the high platform, Jiuying Elder Zhao Xuanyi's face was extremely ugly, and even Fang Wuxiu, who had been with the old god all the time, began to turn slightly dark.

At this moment, Tong Yao, Yang Shen, Wan Yue, Luo Men, Talisman, Yao Yuan and other nine-vein elders were all shocked beyond measure.

Even if they were killed, they would never have thought that Lin Xiaolu not only took over the flying sword, but also took it in such a domineering way!

Li Mingru held the wine gourd, looked at the situation in the audience, and continued to drink with his head up silently.

"Li Mingru, what kind of monster did you teach?" Ye Qingluan's beautiful eyes were full of shock, and he felt that the banana in his hand was no longer fragrant.

Li Mingru looked at the young man below with a gloomy gaze, and slowly said: "It's not so much that I taught it, it's better to say that this child is very talented."

"Talent?" Ye Qingluan's face was blank: "This kid can't even cultivate immortality, so where did he get the talent?"

Li Mingru smiled: "Who stipulated that only cultivating immortals can be called talent?

Effort...is also a kind of talent~"

Ye Qingluan was startled when he heard this, his beautiful eyes flickered a few times, and then he looked at the competition in the arena again.

At this moment, Chen Nianyun was terrified in his heart. His right hand holding the sword formula kept shaking, and he kept trying to control the flying sword to withdraw, but he couldn't control it at all.

The spirit sword under the young man's feet kept shaking, but he stepped on it firmly, unable to move it alive.

Chen Nianyun panicked, if his spirit sword couldn't come back, how could he fight Lin Xiaolu?

Even Mu Xue's dust whisk can't be used!

In the arena, the young man stepped on the flying sword, folded his arms and whispered, "Chen Nianyun? Are you convinced? Haha, your father is still your father after all!"

Chen Nianyun was sweating profusely and wanted to withdraw the spirit sword, but Lin Xiaolu saw that the spirit sword under his feet was dishonest, so he jumped on the spot.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

In the arena, the young man kept jumping on the spot, stepping on the spirit sword violently. Every time he jumped up, the spirit sword flew up immediately, but as soon as he flew up, he was stepped on by Lin Xiaolu again, and it went on and on again, over and over again. was stepped on.

While stepping on it, Lin Xiaolu cursed and said: "I will let you fly, make you scream, make you awesome, and make you stand taller than me..."

This scene left everyone dumbfounded.

"Senior Sister, this sword is so pitiful." Under the stage, Xiao Yuer blinked her big eyes and said, "I feel like my brother is playing with it to death."

Li Miaoxin also smiled wryly while holding her forehead, the scene on the stage really looked like the spirit sword was being bullied by a brat.

In the end, Lin Xiaolu even raised his leg violently, intentionally letting go of the spirit sword, and at the moment when it was about to be taken back by Chen Nianyun, he directly grabbed the hilt of the sword to prevent it from flying away.

"Hey, hey, hey~" The spirit sword couldn't stop trembling, but was firmly held by the bear boy with both hands, unable to escape.

"Hey hey~" The boy pulled the spirit sword and showed a smile like a little devil.

"Lin Xiaolu, you, let go!"

Chen Nianyun, who was sweating profusely, said angrily.

"Why did I let go of the sword that I grasped by my ability?" After finishing speaking, Lin Xiaolu grabbed the trembling sword and thrust it into the ground with a howl!

"Crack!"

The silver-white spirit sword was inserted several inches directly into the white jade platform, and after Lin Xiaolu inserted it into the platform, he held it down with one hand to prevent it from flying away, took out the German brick from his bosom with the other hand, and then slammed it into the hilt of the spirit sword. Give it a shot!