The Legend of the Twin Jade
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"Come ...." The rustling of the leaves was attached afterwards, making Lu wei samakin wary.

Wait, Lu wei's alertness dropped as he realized the sound was not dangerous. It even sounds adorable. What are the shadows?

Presumably, yes. The voice was a little unclear, and he knew it was the sound of a baby.

However, his hand remained swayed. Two swords with different auras were moved with certainty, the dark blue and white energy giving a slightly good combination. However, as good as any combination, the rope was not even shaken.

Lu wei clucked. Said about to air but Lin qingxuan interrupted first, "Can't."

"Can you speak a little digestible?" The tone is cynical, of course.

"The rope cannot open with Yang energy. It's a ghostly rope, the opposite energy won't be able to destroy it."

"Did? Really true?" Lu wei slashed once again the air that contained the nearly invisible rope. He cut him off after his brain was no longer round. Is correct. Well, how is this.

Don't tell me you can't open it ....

Lu wei's eyes did not concentrate for a moment, he was daydreaming. A conclusion he came up with. Without flipping over, the sword he had borrowed without permission had already been returned.

If the sword was a human, he would have been seen being saltoed or Roll behind. A moment later, the sound of the tabokan greeted the ears.

Without wasting a second, the taper tip smeared with an alluring glint stretched out beside the neck almost without a bulkhead. Surprise still hadn't filled Lin Qingxuan's face.

Lu wei snorted, for some reason the aura surrounding her was a little different from the one before. Lin qingxuan almost tilted his head.

Ohoo, this is what I'm waiting for! I don't know how many times Li Na witnessed these two people fighting, but the reaction was still the same.

A faint buzz was created from the collision of two objects. The blade carried a skin-piercing coldness, although it was thin and elastic-looking the slender blade could not let Lu wei underestimate its capabilities. His sword was already innumerable how many feet were in contact with Lin Qingxuan's sword.

Bruises, slashes, punctures, energy attacks, slashes, incisions, all enlivening minutes, alternating and sometimes simultaneously. Strap restraints make freedom of movement restrained. Lu wei smirked, and licked her lips. This feeling is present again.

Fighting with Lin qingxuan had a taste of its own. Challenged, hate, to opium. The latter is certainly due to the impulse of resentment and the desire for revenge.

Instantly the painful shadows, attacking him, filled the mind.

Rejection, cold back, apathy, tears, bullying.

Lu wei really wanted to kill lin qingxuan, torturing hundreds or even his reincarnation in a more painful manner. It was not comparable to her brother's tears.

Lu wei was washed away. The clinking of the sword started Lu wei's whisper, "You ... I hate you."

There were no ripples in that face, but the pressure on the sword loosened slightly. No matter what, Lu wei chose to fend off the sword that was blocking his sword.

The position is back in balance, the two men are back together. The one with hatred that seemed to be able to burn through hell, the one was still unreadable.

Accompanied by body contusions and sword slashes, Lu wei hummed-not, but let out a can. "Your heart is so tempting to knead, your intestines want to chop, your kidneys will taste good if used as chips! Listen to this, esteemed Lin qingxuan, I HATE YOU!"