Chapter 88: contest（1 / 1）

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One step, one step.

Startled words walked in the alleys.

With his hands on his back, he seemed careless, but the remaining light in the corner of his eye watched in private with vigilance.

"the steps are steady, the true yuan is introverted, the breath is stable, the whereabouts are hidden, it seems that I have been waiting for me for a long time."

He said word for word and stopped in the depths of the alley.

The original lively alley, but at the moment is unusually quiet, there is no one. Let this narrow space more purge the breath of killing.

"Why, trying to kill me and refusing to show up?"

The frightened words turned around in place and shouted out loudly.

"are you in such a hurry to die?"

As soon as the voice of the startled words fell, a thick voice came from top of his head.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

Dozens of shadows flashed out of the rooms around them, surrounded by startled words, each with a broken blade.

The whole alley suddenly killed all over the place!

Surprised but disdainful, they shrugged their shoulders and looked indifferent.

"they really lost their heads and asked you murderers to kill me."

He **iled in shock, looked up helplessly and looked at the sky.

As a man fighting the sky, what is the use of the killer in the dark sky, no matter how many?

"are you the killer of our dark moon?"

The leading killer jumped down from the top of the alley and stood in front of the thrill.

He himself is the emperor of the war, is the dark moon this killer organization rare senior killer.

How can he accept that the man in front of him should be so indifferent to him?

"come on, let's go together. It won't end badly."

He twisted his neck, loosened his muscles and bones, and looked casual.

"you want to die!"

The leading killer was furious and rushed up with the people he brought.

The words of shock were not surprised at all, and they shuttled through their crowd step by step, as if they were walking.

Just blink of an eye, came to the outside of the killer circle.

"get up!"

He said in silence, the voice fell, for a moment countless sword light flashed in the alley.

The killers flew up in the same moment, twisted and scattered by the light of the sword.

Surprised to look at the blood splashed on the corner of his clothes, can not help frowning, turned around and left.

"if you want to kill me, you have to find someone more serious."

As he walked, he sighed.

At this moment in the fighting day, the disciples of the Temple of War are preparing for the game!

"number one! Get in! "

An old man saw his children draw lots and began to announce the serial number of admission!

Listening to the cry of the old man, a woman ran out of the crowd and jumped to the scene in the admiring eyes of the crowd.

Women are only in their twenties, but they are also beautiful and beautiful. I don't know what kind of city they will be in the future. No wonder they are so admired by all of us!

When everyone's eyes were gathered on the woman, the other man had quietly walked to the court and stood opposite the woman!

"Lin Yue, third order War Emperor, please give me a lot of advice!"

That's amazing!

24 years old of the third stage of the war emperor realm, looking at the temple of war, there are only a few! The man looked ordinary, but he was so talented!

When the woman heard that her opponent was the realm of the second order War Emperor, she also regained her look and became serious!

"Lin Yi, the third stage of the War Emperor realm!"

Two third-order war emperors, put in their generation, is an absolute genius, immediately sounded a burst of lamentation off the stage! Such a talent, they are hopeless, in their view, this time the first three by the comparison has been decided!

"aloof, what number are you?" Lin Xuanran came to Lin Chaoran and asked tentatively.

"number five." Lin Chaoran casually stuffed the note to Lin Xuanran and shrugged his shoulders. Number five, it's not too late. Hurry up and go back to rest!

"hee hee, this is number eight. Why don't you wait for me?" Lin Xuanran **iled, and there was no such thing as a bully, to the extent that it looked like a word between ordinary men.

"here we go!" The old man watched as both were ready and announced loudly.

"this is the level of the children of the first elders of the Temple of War?"

The old man announced the beginning of Obi and was interrupted by a disdainful voice.

The voice sounded a little childish, but full of disdainful mockery. Led the crowd to look at the place where the sound came.

The speaker, is a man, looks like Lin Chaoran their age, a black robe, sword eyebrow star, very handsome Lang extraordinary. One black and two white swords on your back, but only one sword has a scabbard.

The man stood on the courtyard wall, condescending, and cast his disdainful eyes at the two men on the stage.

"who are you, boy? The sub-hall? Do you know what this place is? "

The man who suddenly appeared dared to interrupt his disciple's Dabi before announcing that the old man who had begun clapped the handrail and stood up and asked in a loud voice.

"when I passed the temple of the god of war, I heard that Lin Tianchi, the first elder of the temple of war, was holding a big comparison before I came to consult one or two."

The man disapproved of the old man's questioning and responded with a very casual tone: "Why, Don Lin Tianchi, so unbearable?" Or are you afraid that your generation of disciples will lose to me? "

"you!" The old man was immediately mute and speechless, but as the man said, he could not clean up the man himself. If he just drove him away, Lin Tianchi would not be able to get away with his name.

"well, let me talk to you."

Lin Xuanran jumped up from under the stage, gave Lin Yi and Lin Yue a look, and let the two of them go down.

After Lin Yi said they were the third-order war emperors, this guy dared to say such a bad thing, so it must not be easy to fix it. He is the strongest of the Lin family generation, and it is best for him to come forward.

"Lin Xuanran, the sixth order War Emperor."

The sixth order War Emperor, as long as he gave some time, could become a war saint and have his own place in the Temple of War. You know, he's only 25 years old, and the 25-year-old war saint looks at the whole temple of war as a surprise.

As soon as Lin Xuanran's voice fell, everyone exclaimed.

"you're pretty much the same." The man finally put away his disdainful eyes and jumped on the stage.

In the face of Lin Xuanran, who was in the sixth stage of the War Emperor, the corners of the man's mouth were still slightly raised, as if the victory were in hand.

Lin Xuanran fingers moved quickly, one by one printed in his hands quickly concluded. He did not intend to test, but to use all his strength to attack the man in the first place.

"Spirit: the skill of Mulong!" Finally, the last French seal formed, a vine rose to the ground, turned into a dragon, roared towards the man.

In the face of the powerful wooden dragon, the man dodged calmly, jumped up with the head of the wooden dragon in his hand, rushed to Lin Xuanran, and kicked it.

Lin Xuanran reacted, Zhenyuan gave birth to the vines wrapped around the upper arm, raised hands to block the man's blow.

Mulong took the opportunity to turn back and fly towards the man again.

The man **iled triumphantly, and a purple chain grew from the top of the wooden dragon, and the two dragon bundles were tied to the place where they were.

Lin Xuanran hand power, the man pushed back, shocked to see themselves tightly bound to move the wooden dragon.

When on earth did you get the spirit? He did not understand, the man did not close the print, is how in his wooden dragon up and down the spirit?

"the show hasn't started yet."

The man hugged his chest with both hands and said proudly.

Lin Xuanran was said by the man and looked at his hands.