My Script is a Supporting Role

Chen Yuyi's shocked color returned, soon replaced it into huge ecstasy, even the voice became sharp and high, "Lin Shi, you are really unique in this world!"

Looking back, look at Murong Qingyue, can't help but get out, "Murong Master, then the name of the first day of the Qingzong Jianji, I am afraid that I have to change people, hahahaha."

The Murong Qing moon has two hands, the beautiful chin is raised up, with unparalleled self-confidence: "That is not necessarily!"

Chen Yuyi, smiled: "Since you have already said, Lin Shi has now realized the third floor of nine-served swords,"

"And when you first realize swords, I only reached the first floor of nine-piece swords. This is obvious, and can you say that he is not too much?"

Murong Qing moon is late: "It is useless to tell you, you don't know the sword."

Chen Yuyi did not expect Murong Qing Moon as straightforward, a "I don't know the sword", I didn't give a little step, and the life gave her nail.

This is not enough, Chen Yuyi is awkward, only : "Anyway, I only know that Lin Shi is now realizing the swords, it is higher than you."

The Murong Qing Moon is standing, but it is unwilling to explain with Chen Yuyi.

Loch's exquisite little face has a lot of worries, whispered to Murong Qing Moon: "That ... The sister thinks, now, the Lin Jin will win?"

Murong Qingyue was very sure to shake his head: "No! Mo Chen will win."

Chen Yuyi's face became extremely ugly. The eyes also emerged in a strong dissatisfaction, secretly biting his teeth: "Isn't it a name for your swords?

At the situation, the blinds can see that Lin Jinjian is an out, and Mo Chen's offensive is immediately stagnant, and the strength is already very obvious.

What's more, Lin Jin's understanding, but the third floor of the nine pieces of swords.

"Lin Shi, use your strength, defeat the stink!"

"Let all question your artificial ..."

"What is the feeling?"

"This world, with strength!"

The sword pointed to Mo Chen, and Lin Jin's mouth finally emerged as a smile.

Corresponding to a smile, it is a more cold killing in the eyes.

Mo Chen, today, I have to kill you in the sword!

From this effort, Direct Avenue.

Chapter VIII Vibration

The long sword one inch is elapsed forward, one inch one inch stabbed to the chest of Mo Chen.

This long sword seems to be unhappy at all, but the sharp blade has sounded fierce, and it is very strong kill.

"!"

Lin Jin's eyes are getting colder, smile is getting more and more.

This sword, Mo Chen will die!

The long sword is only three inches from Mo Chen.

Loqi felt that even breathing was stopped.

"He, he wants to kill Mo Chen?"

Mo Chen looked out a bit of turbidity and his eyes were abnormally.

Right hand, thumb, index finger, middle finger three fingers, open the tip of the hands and skillfully.

"Lin Jin, don't you forget, what I said last night?"

Lin Jin stunned, "Last night? What did you say last night?"

The voice did not fall, and suddenly I felt wrong.

"You, how can you pick my sword like this?"

The sword has already come out, this round is all in the middle of the thirty feet.

Do Mo Chen is afraid that it will be stabbed by the sword.

How can it easily receive the strongest blow of Lin Jin?

At this time, the sword tip of the long sword came up with a strong vibration.

"!"

In the excitement of everyone, the long sword in Linch has broken.

"How can it be?!"

Chen Yuyi's eyes were fell out, and the voice of the speech changed. "How can he be able to break the sword of Lin Dynasty at this time?"

No one can answer her.

It is the Murong Qingyue.

Because she only feels, there is no reason.

But there is still a person more shocking than her.

"Why can Mo Chen still break the long sword in the hands of Jin Dynasty?"

The bad old man returned to the feet, and there was a sound in the throat.

"Even if the book of the gods can interpret the miunity of the tricks, but how can the strength gap between the two sides, and how can it easily fill?"

"He even didn't even have a sword!"

The dry old man is holding hands, and the words are not sent, and the look is extremely serious.

After silence, the dry old people have some difficulties: "Perhaps, our understanding of the book of the gods is not enough!"

For thousands of years, the books of the gods have never been recognized.

How do they know that after this book is recognized, what is the scene?

Lin Jinyi Zhang Jun face is sinking like October Winter, holding the half-handle sword in his hand, suddenly issuing a rock.

This sound, like a thunder that sounds in peace.

In the deep hole, the swings of the swings, the rumble, and a green light flew out from the deep hole, but it was a seven-foot big sword with green light.

The sword is seventeen, the width is three feet, the sword is wound, and it seems like a Qinglong who is wearing the cloud.

Dichown is shrinking.

Qing Xuan sword finally came out.

"The soldiers were born!"

Among the air, many shadow people suddenly made a burst of excited sound at this time.

The following people looked up, Qingzong eight door owners, all peaks were old, but they all had already arrived.

Outside a little more, I can even see the practitioners wearing different costumes, driving a variety of leg swords, looking far away from this.

Today, the movement of Tongli Mountain is extremely great, not only alerting the entire Qingzong, and even the tribeters who have passed the round of hundreds of miles attracted it.

However, it is affected by the city of Qingzong, and these other practitioners of these martial artists do not dare to be too close, which is from unnecessary misunderstandings.

The only one, although it is also peripheral, but it is more close than the practitioners of other external parties, but also fly higher.

That is a white master.

At a hurry, it is blew in the wind, and the wind is blooming.

The brunette hangs at the forehead, such as smooth, such as softness, just gently pulling a hair at the end.

Under the dark, it is a beautiful to the ultimate.

The clothes are like a snow, and the clouds are flying.

People are like jade, empty.

Unparalleled.

Xuan Yu is unparalleled.

The female repair disciples present immediately issued a sound of exclamation.

There is no pair of son!

That's, the world's first son!

and Zheng Ning only feel that the heart is mad, a big dizziness, and it will fall from the double-double double double double double.

"Unparalleled ..."

Luoqi looked at the unioneerous people in the air, and the exquisite little face was slightly red.

I saw two eyes, but the heart of Luo Qi was some doubts: "Why do I have seen a unparalleled son, my heart is going to suffocate, this time I saw it, but there is nothing too much?"

"Is it because it is somewhat too far this time?"

Chen Yuyi gave this side, and Chen Yu said: "An outperman makes you look like this, what is the body? Isn't my Qinghai Zong?"