"I was just thinking about Xiao... what was the blood-colored magic of Luo Huai, but I didn't expect that he had been hiding it from me these two days!" Yuxi, every time she wanted to say Xiao Luo, she would change it to Luo Huai a stiffly.

Xinmeng always called "your Xiaoluo" and "your Xiaoluo" like this, which made her feel embarrassed.

"Well, I believe it." Xinmeng seemed very convinced. She pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Yuxi, "Wipe the saliva first."

"Oh..." Yuxi took it silently and wiped his mouth.

Then the more I wiped my face, the more I became, the redder I became, and my hands were even trembling.

It's a shame...

Xinmeng covered her mouth hard, and she tried very hard to prevent herself from laughing.

Swish!

Return to the battle stage where sword shadows fly again.

The battle between Qinglin and Luo Huai has already begun.

Luo Huai kept retreating and rushing forward, jumping and twisting, and even various side-by-side and vertical flips, each time he narrowly avoided the slash.

The audience in the audience made their hearts jump, but they couldn't help but immerse themselves in the different gymnastics performance.

"Qinglin is so steady and elegant!" Qinglin's name has been transmitted to humans in a short period of time.

"Luo Huai is so flexible and charming!"

There is someone to support it no matter where.

However, no matter where he supports it, both sides' eyes are inevitably attracted by the same place at the same time - today Luo Huai was wearing a relatively loose dress, so as he kept flipping and jumping...

"Hiss-this damn waist..."

The delicate and white skin has no trace of fat, and the soft but powerful muscle curve.

It can be said that the boy bowed when he saw it, and the girl felt ashamed when he saw it. In the end, he could only admire: Boy, good waist.

Luo Huai on the field seemed to feel the terrifying look of the audience, especially the male compatriots, and he couldn't help but hit a chill.

This was a death-taking. Qinglin grabbed his flaw at this moment and immediately concentrated his strength on a sword closest to him. The sword energy suddenly rose and his sharpness was revealed.

Luo Huai stabilized his body in time, but avoided the sword blade, but still failed to avoid the sudden sword energy.

A shocking blood red was carried up from his left shoulder, adding a wanton stroke to the floor that was already filled with red.

Scream...

The wound had sword energy across the board, but under Luo Huai's control, no blood flowed out of the wound, but directly transformed into a surging magic power to dispel the sword energy.

The remaining sword energy was outnumbered and was quickly destroyed by the fusion blood. I don’t know if it was swallowed or dispersed.

The deep bone-visible wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, Luo Huai felt a little different. The magic power on his shoulder that had fought against the sword energy seemed to have changed some time compared to the original one.

It feels so familiar, just like the sword energy that has just been dispelled...

【It can be any energy】

The characteristics of the Fusion Blood crossed his mind and also made him know what to do next.

He stopped dodging.

The audience and Qinglin were both stunned.

"Why didn't Luo Huai hide? Is he no longer physically?" The audience standing on Luo Huai's perspective was anxious.

"It's not close, but it's a good choice to hide and die with such a big effort." This tone, this tone, you know it was Ren Xiyun's words. He was ruthlessly squeezed into the back row by the crowd, and then saw the two eyes on the stage, and he was almost terrified.

"No! He is going to take out his weapons!"

A sharp-eyed man saw Luo Huai taking things from his backpack.

"Are you going to get that shield?" Qinglin also noticed Luo Huai's actions and asked.

He remembered the shield that could block the attack of the Demonized City Lord.

But his attack did not stop, and even as he spoke, eight flying swords formed another circle of killing.

Luo Huai didn't say anything, but just smiled at him. He couldn't help but want to see Qinglin's surprised expression.

His hands suddenly moved, and two shiny iron swords appeared instantly. The blood-red sword energy flashed on the surface of the iron sword, except for the color, it was exactly the same as Qinglin's.

Driven by force, the iron sword swept away the six-hebei Eight Desolations and knocked down the flying swords one by one.

The sword energy of the same origin can disrupt the sword energy, and the sword energy of the sword that is disturbed by the sword will become much weaker at once.

I don’t know what ordinary people do, but he can easily knock it down anyway.

Ding Ding Dangdang, the flying swords were scattered all over the ground as if they had lost their souls.

"You..." Qinglin stared blankly at the sword in Luo Huai's hand.

This sword energy is a unique product of his martial arts and is very special.

But he is a practitioner of Taoism, and he quickly smiled:

“When did you learn it?”

"You know, I've been doing things quickly since elementary school!" Luo Huai proudly put his hips on his hips, and was so arrogant, "Just just now!"

"That's really fast." Qinglin laughed in silence.

The audience was puzzled, why did they suddenly start chatting?

What can you learn?... Wait, the sword energy in Luo Huai's hand looks so familiar, it seems that Qinglin's sword energy has changed color.

"hiss……"

It appears, the legendary protagonist's skill is replicated on the spot!

"Then let me see how much you have learned." After Qinglin said that, the eight swords moved again.

"Okay." Luo Huai slightly removed a little magic that strengthened his body and blessed it on the iron sword.

The blood on the surface of the body faded a little, and the iron sword turned into a red light.

Metal clashes keep ringing

"This kind of face-to-face battle is indeed not suitable for me..." Luo Huai resisted the Eight Swords at the same time and said to himself.

After all, his recovery ability takes time, and the consumption is still a little bit greater.

Qinglin looked at this time with ease.

The gap in strength and heritage was reflected at this time. Although both of them were just using skills, they were useless even for other props.

But Qinglin, who entered the fantasy world five years ahead of schedule, has no trump card? Who believes it?

"I admit defeat." Luo Huai suddenly stopped and the red light in his body fell.

When Qinglin heard this, he stopped immediately. The sprinting sword was forced to stop, but it was not retracted. Instead, he stopped quietly less than five centimeters from Luo Huai.

"You have never taken the initiative to admit defeat..." Qing Lin seemed a little unhappy, or... he was not used to it.

"That's because this time we are all us who have entered the fantasy world." Luo Huai said calmly, "This time, including the future victory or defeat, it is no longer something that brute force can decide."

He clenched his fist and gently cut through the blade, cutting a wound.

It can't be more obvious.

"I understand..." Qinglin had already understood what he meant to him, so he put away his sword.

Then his style suddenly changed, as if he was over 10 years younger, "So in the next month, you have to call me brother!"

"Yes..." Luo Huai showed a defeated expression at this time, "Can't I call you brother?"

Then the two of them suddenly withdrew from the battle station.

Audience: Oh, this... it turns out that the focus of winning or losing is this?
Chapter completed!