The Legend of the Twin Jade
39

One hand raised, a mist covered the object. Vaguely li na could see it. A jug? It seems.

Young Master feng sighed before clucking. "But unfortunately, it doesn't seem like I'm going to get a wide stretch of hands, so since I'm hungry on the way what's wrong with filling up the energy before expelling the energy?"

Already, can not be accommodated anymore. Movement as light as the wind, the cold sword quickly shrank the distance to the target.

The lunatic was even accompanied by a whimper, deliberately flirting with the sword by gently swiping down his throat. Looking at that suppressed rage-filled look seemed to be something satisfying to Young Master feng .

The index finger and middle finger he tightened, lifting him up. Then shifted the sword blade's position from the sight of his eyes.

"Oh, really want to fight with me huh? Shouldn't I be emotional because you've seized something that should be mine? Crown prince?"

Imaginary streams of electricity seemed to be present within the distance of their gaze. Fighting each other, stinging, with hate.

One day, Young Master Feng already had no reason to mince words anymore. With a quick movement of the spiritual flow that had lodged earlier and developed in his palm he threw, right towards the stomach of lin qili

And, blam!

Pupil li na grew rapidly. Whether by reflex or something else, the first second he saw lightning from the attack, he accidentally opened fire. And the result should probably be like that.

Young Master Feng's attack vanished at the end of the road. As a result, both white and black parties are equally affected by the form of the li na reflex.

One side is a little better. Lin qingxuan was hurriedly caught by the three people on his side. While the opponent retreated quickly, dragging the dust of the ground with him. Fortunately, he was still able to stand.

Na li? He was deep in thought, admiring his own abilities. Am I that good? Really? Ah, of course! This Lu wei didn't also find the nickname blue jade during college? Oh yea! His cultivation level was even the same as that ice mummy! Uhuuu I'm cool! Yuhuu!

Trudging, he tried to get closer. Depressing. Legs forced to walk, accompanied by that grim smile ... Uhhh!

"I don't think this lady doesn't seem like a girl who's just good at fighting with her mouth." After that, very softly Young Master feng issued his trademark curse.

When he heard it faintly li na was a bit confused. Why is it aesthetic? Forgetit.

"But does this affect me?"

It's starting! Yea! It's starting!

The clink of the sword buzzed, the wind following the sword. Light, yet deadly.

Step by step is reported. Attack after attack collided with each other, attacking and trying to ward off the opponent's attack.

This time it was li na's turn to fight at close range. Eyes against eyes.

The pupils within li na tried to drill the contents of the Netra Young Master feng. Only one could get out of it, hatred flowing with blood.

It was only a few seconds before Young Master feng finally jerked his hand, making the sword that had been held back by the sword li na free from pressure. Li na twisted backwards, then spun around.

Not yet fully li na moved to the back, his hand caught the opponent's arm. Turning it around, locking it on its back with its body as a cover. Move as fast as a sneeze. As light as a dragonfly on water.