Chapter 1067： Sword Dust

Maybe a father always has to fight for his children in his life.

When Lin Ming stood on the round stage of the competition, there was a sense of fateful heaviness.

The Xie family on the opposite side looked at him eagerly. In the stands, Lin Wei was following Xie Daoyan nervously, and the position between them seemed to have changed in an instant.

The spectators in the stands had become the players off the field, and the players who came off the field now became the spectators of the stands.

Life is always full of absurdities.

"Show what weapon you use."

On the opposite side, the stocky and strong man drew a dexterous long sword from behind him.

That long sword has a sharp body, it can be seen that it is well maintained on weekdays, and the owner cherishes him very much.

It's just that the lightweight long sword doesn't match the strong man.

However, only those who stood opposite them knew that when the strong man held the long sword in his hand, his temperament changed suddenly. The original simple and honest appearance seemed to have also turned into a surging sword energy.

He had seen Xie Daoyan's sword once.

That is the gentle sword of spring wind and rain.

The one in front of him was a **** murderous sword.

Each is different, but it seems that every Xie family is a master of swords.

Lin Ming also became cautious. He didn't have any weapons in his hand, and he usually fought with others by relying on his strong physical fitness.

No matter how close you are, there is also a dragon scale knife available.

But the current situation is not the same as the previous enemy, the dragon scale knife will see blood, obviously not suitable for such occasions.

After thinking about it, he didn't even have a weapon in hand.

Lin Ming scratched his head in embarrassment, but took out the dragon scale knife.

This ferocious sword has its own unique aura. As soon as it appears on the opposite long sword, it emits a slight buzzing sound.

The voice seemed to be fearful, and it was like meeting an equal opponent, making a sound of excitement.

The strong man glanced at the dragon scale knife in surprise and said it sincerely.

"It's a good weapon, so let's get started!"

Lin Ming held the dragon scale sword in his hand and did not draw it out, but held his scabbard tightly and aimed it at the opposite side.

This move was obviously understood by the other party as contempt for him, and there was a little more anger in his eyes.

The sword light whistled from the opposite side, like a pair of thunders falling from the sky.

Lin Ming has never been an opponent of his own, but the Xie family in front of him still surprised him.

The sword lights followed one after another, and the sky illuminated by the snow-white light became pale, and the temperature seemed to have cooled down.

The beautiful arc of the sword light was beside him, supporting an airtight net, holding it firmly in it.

A sword frosts the fourteen states.

Lin Ming looked at the amazing move in front of him, and unconsciously such a poem appeared in his mind.

He controlled his body, shuttled through the sword light with ease, and every time the scabbard in his hand was raised, he accurately blocked a sword edge.

In the stands, those who were not able to see the specific situation could only see the huge silver light cocoon on the stage, and the black light that broke out from the light cocoon.

Lin Wei looked at the situation under the stage worriedly, and couldn't help tugging at the master's arm.

"Master, is my father alright?"

The corner of Xie Daoyan's mouth twitched, and there was a lazy smile.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen, even if something happens, aren't I still here, your teacher?"

Lin Wei didn't feel relieved because of his words, turned his head and stared at the audience.

That majestic sword light is truly amazing and frightening, and I can't help but wonder, can anyone really escape under this airtight sword light?

No one knows what the situation is like better than those who have experienced the battle first-hand.

The menacing strong man seemed to have the upper hand, but he was actually troubled by Lin Ming's slippery fall.

With the help of the unique footwork of the Xie family, he used the sword technique, and he was able to strike thirty-two swords at the same time.

Those sword nets are enough to wipe out dozens of elephants in an instant.

But Lin Ming was not only unscathed, but also interrupted his move with ease during the brief interval between his sword strikes.

The swordsmanship that allowed him to connect together and exert great power had to be interrupted again and again.

At this time, the knife in Lin Ming's hand didn't even come out of his body.

There was a trace of anger in the middle-aged strong man's heart.

As expected, this father is just like his son, which is annoying. If the son is very hot, his father is as slippery as a cat playing with a mouse.

He took a step back, and on the round stage of the competition, the sharp sword light was retracted like a shadow.

All the bright rays of light converged on the beautiful sword. He stood with the sword in his hand, his legs were slightly spread, and he stood on the cloud platform as steady as a rock.

"Do you look down on me too much? You can't even draw a knife!"

"Humph! Since that's the case, then I'm going to be serious!"

Saying that, the hair on the middle-aged strong man stood up one by one.

Because he felt a dangerous aura, Lin Ming took his middle-aged state as the center and his sword as the origin. The wind disappeared, the sound also disappeared, and an absolutely silent space descended.

This is a space where everything stands up straight.

The branches and leaves on the tree, the grass by the roadside, the fence beside the round table, all inanimate things seem to be endowed with souls, they are dyed with the sharpness of the blade and become hidden sword shadows.

Lin Ming only felt horrified. He had a hunch that if this blow burst out completely, he would not be killed or injured.

He slid forward quickly, like a flash of lightning that instantly crossed most of the round platform and rushed in front of the middle-aged strong man.

But when he crossed into that silent field, his speed was weakened like never before.

"Thanks for the pride of the family, I won't allow you to insult!"

Lin Ming was speechless. Why didn't he want to draw a sword against the enemy, but the sword would see blood when it was unsheathed. He felt that there was no need to make such a **** match.

But obviously the person on the opposite side has misunderstood, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to end without a knife.

Lin Ming made a decisive decision, pressing down on his wrist fiercely, the sharp joint on the handle of the knife cut through his palm in an instant, and the blood was absorbed by the blade.

A strange black knife was pulled out by him.

The moment the sword appeared, in the silent dust, the long sword began to hum.

The middle-aged strong man groaned, almost unable to control the sword in his hand, he widened his eyes, pointed his hand forward, and stepped out.

What came out with the sword wind was this silent space, all the flying things.

All things have become swords, and the swords are raining down for a while.

Not only that, the figure of the middle-aged strong man was also in a trance, and appeared next to Lin Ming in the next second.

Lin Wei saw it clearly this time, and couldn't help covering his mouth at the changes on the round table.

"dad!"

Xie Lang looked at him and felt a little pity.

His father was angry for him, and he didn't agree with him that much in his heart, but when he saw his father make that move, he knew the game was decided.

Jianhua Mochen, the Xie family used this set of swordsmanship to defeat countless opponents.

Lin Wei's father is no exception.