"what about you? What are you looking for me for? "
In the face of the three fighting days surrounded by visitors, there was no tension at all.
He looked at the memory calmly and began to inquire about the memory that had nothing to do with the temple of war.
"where do I come from?"
No memory also focused on their own body of Lin Xuanran and Lin Chaoran, slowly pulled out the sword they had been carrying.
One black and one white, two swords were held in his hand, flashing light from time to time.
"is that?"
Lin Hui looked curiously at the sword in his hand, the style of which he had seen. Just now, startled words released the real yuan in the body, the long sword and these two are generally the same.
"the metaphysical sword goes to the left for the bright ghost, and the plain sword to the right, for the will of heaven."
No memory does not care about the eyes of others, slowly transport the sword.
Sword meaning, wind and clouds surging, heaven and earth lost color, in this world, as if he were the only one here.
"what do you look like? let me see that you have learned some skills of Mohist sword**anship."
With his approval, he nodded and lifted his hand to carry the sword. The surging Zhenyuan burst out of his body and condensed into a double sword at his fingertips.
"Mohist sword formula?"
Lin Hui curiously looked at the sky-shaking sword, such a sword formula, compared with his sky gun formula, is only a few points inferior to it.
I didn"t expect them to have such a powerful sword.
Lin Chaoran brothers are only watching the thrilling words and no memory to use the same sword formula, the sword has not risen, the sword meaning has been filled between heaven and earth.
In addition to bringing back the thrilling words on this trip, they also intended to see the strength of the strongest genius in the fighting days.
"Mohist sword formula, stop go!"
With a **ile of surprise, the realm of the blue sword immediately wrapped up everything around it, and the majesty of the war saint pressured all the people in the field of the sword a little out of breath.
Lin Hui immediately reacted and flew over the sky, avoiding the scope of the field of thrilling swords.
"Mohist sword formula, stop go!"
In the field of the blue sword, there is no memory to dance the sword, the sword style and surprise words are generally the same.
Lin Chaoran"s brother was also surprised when he looked at the blue field, which was as common as the thrilling language.
"it is a nightmare for the new generation of fighting, and the strength has reached this level."
Wuyi said, playing the sword towards the thrilling rushed over.
Will hand over the long sword, the same sword meaning collides together, the air wave oscillates, will the whole Xu family be shocked into a ruins.
The thrill slightly frowned, and the fierce force would repel the memory.
"you!"
No memory immediately noticed that the words of shock against him this war saint, but still have the strength.
"you can"t surpass him."
The old voice sounded in his ear again, so that he could not help clenching his swords.
"is that what he taught you?"
Wu Yi also wanted to rush up again to fight with startled words, but stopped after listening to the words of startled words.
He was suspended in the air, looking indignantly at the thrill.
"is that how the Mohist sword is used?"
The voice of startled Hong language fell, and his figure had already appeared in front of him without memory.
He turned the sword front and slammed his elbow on the head, which had not yet reacted.
At this point, he made a lot of effort. The first stage of the war jihad for no memory, was also hit from the high altitude fell down, heavily fell to the ground, the whole piece of the ground hit the depression.
"do you think it"s the same as before?"
The blow did not deprive memory of his ability to fight, and he stood up again in the **oke and dust. Blood flowed down from his forehead, but he did not care, and roared out at the thrill.
"it seems that he and startled words still know each other."
Lin Chaoran looked at the hysteria roar in the sky, but there was no movement, but it looked leisurely.
This has no memory, and they only know each other, but from his reaction to the thrill, he has a great relationship with the man who defected from the war.
"if you could be a little stronger, that would be different."
Unlike the anger without memory, the thrill was very calm.
"he"s dead!"
After listening to the words of shock, the anger without memory became more and more difficult to contain.
He clenched his double swords and rushed up again, even because of anger, even because of his anger, he did not even use the sword formula, but pure true yuan and waving the sword.
"you lost your composure."
The words of shock understate the sword that no memory swung indiscriminately and dodged in the past.?
He closed his eyes, shook his head helplessly, reached for an accurate grasp of the hands without memory, and clamped him to death.
"if you lose your composure, you will die."
When he finished, he sent his hand forward and pushed the memory back.
"Don"t be there high, you don"t deserve it!"
After Wuyi was pushed back by surprise, he calmed down a little.
He looked at the thrill, roared, raised his hands, and the aura around him converged towards him at full speed. Two swords, one black and one white, first skyrocketed, and then compressed on the sword.
"Mohist sword formula, God judgment!"
The cyan field of amnesia has shrunk and turned into a spot of light.
The true yuan explodes, one black and one white sword gas rises into the sky, flies into the cloud.
For a moment, the sky became dark clouds, thunder rolling, countless thunder began to fall from the sky, in the ground hit a hole.
Lin Hui looked solemnly at the unforgettable act of startling the sky, and he tried to recall that when he was in the realm of war, he used the formula of the sky, and whether he could use such a powerful gun.
It was so far away that he could not remember what he could do when he was holy.
However, with the first order of the Holy War, he can have this strength, he dare to guarantee that the whole fighting day, can do this, only those temple owners.
"that"s a little decent."
Surprised to see no memory to use the sword, only to nod satisfied, it seems that only in this way, in order to meet his expectations.
Before the words of surprise fell, a sword turned into a huge sword from the air, followed by countless swords falling rain.
Everything under the sword seems to be destroyed by the sword.
Strong as startled words, but also have to narrow the scope of the blue field, in this all over the sky sword rain, it is too late to dodge.
The huge sword hit heavily in the field of the blue sword, the two great forces collided with each other, entangled, and finally broke out.
The great force spread around and swept away towards Lin Hui and his brother Lin Chaoran.
Under the afterwaves set off by the full strike of the two war saints, even Lin Hui had to try his best to transport the true yuan in order not to be overturned by the great force of diffusion.
But in such a real turbulence, the shock in his heart is even more unspeakable.
The last blow of the Mohist sword was strong enough to match his sky gun.
That majestic sword, so that he has witnessed the peak of the person also had to marvel.
He was not worried about the shock. They were only a brief partnership, and from the fact that he had dealt with amnesia, he still had the power to deal with it.
"Why?"
No memory suddenly asked, quite handsome eyes seem to be about to burst out fire.
"you"ll know later."
The thrilling words did not fluctuate at all and quietly resisted the violent blow of amnesia.
"I"ll know? I"ll know? "
Wuyi hovered and repeated the words of shock.
"come on, come on!"
With a loud roar, he indoctrinated his whole body with the true yuan into the sword.