Overlord, Love Me Tender

Chapter 1210, you are self-reliant

However, it is a monk who can be a million people!

Why do you get so much appreciation and attention?

Even if the night falls, she dares to treat her as a clown? Teasing her?

Purple Thousands of sneers, once again injecting mysterious power into the long sword.

The more glaring swordsman is released.

The remaining dozens of long swords, alongside her control, formed a circle in midair.

"嗖-"

A sound broke through the air, and the sword was rushed to the place where it burst.

Suddenly, it is necessary to put the night to death!

The exclamation of the crowd was stopped.

The onlookers also held their breath.

The elders and masters who are responsible for safety around them are changing their minds.

If a student is killed during the competition, this will have a great impact on the reputation of the college!

The elders and masters responsible for safety immediately rushed into the enchantment and wanted to stop the sword.

"You... don't do it."

The sweet voice is a bit cold.

In that hurricane, it was clearly introduced into everyone's eardrum.

The elders and masters who rushed into the enchantment suddenly stopped.

That, that voice...

It is the sound of the night!

She is not dead!

Everyone’s line of sight is condensed on the ring.

Search for the trail of the night.

The entire Xiqiao Square, as if it had been drilled beforehand, is completely silent.

Just when everyone is holding their heart and being nervous...

Then the place where the square was exploded by the phantom swords, the smoke spread, and gradually revealed a slender figure.

In the hurricane, the red dress is like a blooming poppy.

She is a lonely poppy flower, standing elegantly there.

The look is calm and calm, and the wind is light.

It seems that everything around me doesn't matter.

No... it can't be said that it doesn't matter.

More precisely, it is a confidence that is beyond the ordinary people's understanding.

At this time, everyone can see it with their own eyes...

The dozens of magic swords, like the broken bamboo straight into the night, the face of the door.

The illusion of dozens of long swords is aimed at all the key points of her.

The night fell slowly and smirked, and the corner of the mouth twitched with a slap in the face, revealing a hint of disdain.

She lifted her right hand, and a fan of flickering red awns suddenly exploded.

A half-arc red mangling was swept away.

Just a light block.

Dozens of illusion swords are directly in front of the fanhead.

The glaring swordsman, colliding with the fan-shaped fan, contends.

The dead square, at this moment, suddenly exploded.

"This, what's going on? I won't be wrong?"

"Just with weapons, you will be able to morphize more than 30 high-level phantom swords, and block them directly?"

"The Phantom Swordsman has no way to get close to the night! I am dripping, too strong!"

"Well, it is the mysterious person of the Xuan Qiu, and it is easily blocked. The night is clear and the night is clear!"

The sound of the crowd's admiration made the purple look very ugly.

Her eyes were cold and stunned, and she was stunned by the night. I couldn't believe that the phantom swords that I was proud of were actually blocked by the night!

Moreover, it is as easy as blocking.

There is no hard-working expression at all!

The words that I just said at night are taunting her?

Do you ridicule her?

Do not! She must not lose to the night!

This is her only... can prove to Nangong that she is better than the night!

She must not lose!

The purple frost of both eyes can be condensed into ice.

Her eyes are close to her red lips, and the mysteriousness of her body is gathered in her own sword...

(End of this chapter)