921: C921 Sword in left hand sword in right hand

C921 Sword in left hand sword in right hand

Nader had no choice but to brace himself and negotiate even though he knew that the Ling Feiyu in front of him was an existence that he could not reach.

As for the Jiang Zhufeng in these three rounds, he didn't think that the officials would anger Ling Feiyu because they wanted to protect him.

Even if he was a renowned Mantra, right now, he could only lower his head in shame and plead for peace.

Nader gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Ling, we don't want to continue being your enemy, but Vessie has to die. If he doesn't die, I can't account for it."

Ling Feiyu curled her lips, his gaze not looking at him at all. Instead, it revolved around the two swordsmen beside him, because the difference in their physiques was rather interesting.

A tall and muscular man, Ling Feiyu's sharp eyes could see that this person was wearing a layer of soft armor beneath her suit. It seemed that she was very cautious of Ling Feiyu, and was even ready to take action anytime.

The person beside him, however, was thin. In the eyes of foreign devils, they should not be used to this kind of thin chicken. It was only because of this that they liked this type of woman in the Divine State, which had been eroded by the wave of Koreans.

Ling Feiyu's interest was piqued. Even if the skinny guy was wearing a layer of soft armor, she could still tell that he was very thin and weak.

He casually said, "If you have the ability, then find him and kill him. If you have the ability, then I won't say anything. It has nothing to do with me. Understood?"

She suddenly released his divine sense and wrapped it around the two Sword Gods behind Nader. The two of them immediately felt a huge pressure pressing down on them, Ling Feiyu did not hide her actions, she was extremely righteous.

The two of them looked at each other in shock, but Nader did not react at all, because Ling Feiyu did not pay attention to him.

Nader felt that things had turned for the better, the arrogant Ling Feiyu seemed to give him more leeway, and he quickly requested, "Then we will make a move on Wei Xi, the Mr. Ling cannot give him any help, if not ?"

Ling Feiyu's expression turned cold, her knife-like gaze fell on Nader, and the latter immediately broke out in sweat!

Nader immediately realized that his tone was wrong, he was threatening Ling Feiyu! To speak in such a tone in someone's territory, what the f * ck was the difference between that and seeking death!

Fortunately, this guy had a quick reaction and quickly corrected himself, "Otherwise ?" "It's not fair. You won't be able to do such a thing."

"What is it? Bullying the weak and bullying the weak?" Ling Feiyu scoffed.

Nader was sweating profusely, to him, this was digging a pit for him, he could not jump into it.

"No, no, no, what I mean is ?" He was already stupefied. The usually talkative Nader had turned into a fool under Ling Feiyu's coercion.

Ling Feiyu, whose face had always been dark, suddenly laughed out, making the three of them dumbstruck. "How about this, there's a stage where you can let those two swordsmen fight.

Ling Feiyu materialized a tall and comfortable chair out of thin air, crossed her legs and sat on it, looking as if she was waiting to see a show.

Nader was dumbstruck, he had thought of all the possibilities when he came, he just did not expect such a thing to happen.

The tall swordsman glared at him. "You are insulting us!" The strength that we cultivate in is not for you to perform! "

"Humph!"

Ling Feiyu snorted, the tall swordsman's face suddenly flushed red, and she retreated a few steps, but she was unable to say a word.

"Alright!" Right now, even if Ling Feiyu was playing with them, he could only accept it. Today, after coming to the Divine Province to negotiate with them for thousands of miles, she had to get a result of it. He pointed at the stage and said, "You two can go up!"

"But the bishop!" The tall swordsman was indignant.

Nader's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he shouted coldly, "Lance, shut up! "Think about your responsibilities!"

Lance nodded his head in frustration and called out to the skinny swordsman, "Shylock, let's go."

"Wait a minute!" Ling Feiyu laughed and raised her hand, "Although the two of you are very weak, you two are Sword Gods after all, allowing you two to do as you please. Forget about this fighting room, the entire hotel is gone, I have to set a rule for you two."

Nader heaved a sigh of relief, what he was afraid of was also this.

"You guys can only compete in techniques, which is purely physical techniques. You can't create any sword light."0

"Then what's the difference between this and acting for you!" The veins on Lance's neck stood out as he roared at Ling Feiyu, angering Nader to the point he stomped his feet and casted a forbidden technique. He could not help but seal Lance's power and even sealed his mouth!

When the two of them took out their swords, Ling Feiyu finally understood why the swordsman called Shylock had a strange body shape. It was because he used the thin swords used to fight swords, not the two-handed greatswords like Lance.

Ling Feiyu knew about this thing. When he was in school, he had participated in the school's fencing department to please her first love.

The sword's body was long and thin, and looked like a cone from a distance. If you looked closely, the trident sword was called the heavy sword, which didn't match its appearance. The two-handed big sword Lance used was supposed to be called a heavy sword.

Swish swish!

Shylock swung the sword blade, causing two afterimages to leave a big X in front of him. This little trick made Ling Feiyu secretly nod to herself.

Only Ling Feiyu knew the truth. Shylock did not use the power of the Sword God but instead acted like a normal warrior. He only used his physical body to practice his sword skills.

Lance and Shylock nodded together, and the two of them acted it out for the monkey to see. It was as if they were dancing with each other.

Nader noticed that Ling Feiyu's face did not look good, and immediately scolded: "You two bastards, be serious!"

Ling Feiyu yawned, "I will add another rule, someone must fall down, or else it will be boring to watch."

Just as half an hour was about to pass, Nader knew that he didn't have much time left.

Ling Xueyu and Yun Lingxue were bored to death as well. If they knew that they were here to see Ling Feiyu play tricks, they might as well walk the streets for a while. Ling Xueyu shouted unhappily, "Don't worry about the dead, even if they are dead, we can save you! "Hurry up and fight!"

After she finished speaking, she squeezed herself into Ling Feiyu's embrace, and started rubbing hands with him!

Clang!

The two-handed heavy sword clashed with the slender iron rod like heavy sword. Shylock used the handle of the heavy sword to block the blade of the broadsword, and the two looked at Nader in a deadlock.

"I'll give you guys some fighting spirit. If anyone can knock down another person, then that person will get this bottle of pills and start thinking about it!"

Ling Feiyu took out a bottle, but before he could say what was inside, the eyes of the two people on stage immediately turned red!

The tall Lance couldn't speak, but he let out an angry roar, using his broadsword to pressure Shylock, that was truly ruthless! It was as if he was going to use the absolute power of the blade to cut Shylock apart.

Shylock dodged lightly, the sword in his right hand moved to the side, he put his left hand behind his back and pointed the sword tip at Lance, "You bastard, you forgot our friendship when you saw something good."

Lance laughed sinisterly, "Friendship? "You fart friendship, aren't you the same? Everyone knows your limits, don't think that I don't know what you're doing behind your back."

"Huh?" Yun Lingxue's angle did not allow her to see behind Shylock, she stood up and went to the other side of the stage, only then did she see Shylock's left hand holding onto a thirty centimeter long short sword!

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