First Emperor’s Will: My Heir is the Daqin Empress

Chapter 207

207 Moonlight flows around Yinglan, but it turns out to be swordsmanship?! (Subscribe)

Be one!

When her blade was about to reach Yinglan.

Ying Yuan raised the eight-sided Han sword in his hand, flush with his shoulders.

The sword is like a star.

Click on the top of Jing Bao’s blade.

Like a little cold star fluctuation.

Makes a crisp crashing sound.

The Eight-faced Han Sword and Jingbao Famous Sword, this demon sword of the Warring States Period, collided together.

The tip of the needle is against the wheat awn.

A sly look flashed in Ying Lan’s star eyes.

The tender lotus-like arm, the blood flows rapidly.

Under the blessing of Lu Bu’s power.

A violent torrent of power erupted and poured out.

Shen Ruowanjun.

“Ok?”

I felt the fierce force coming from the sword in the hands of Ying Lan, the imperial princess in front of me.

In Jing Bao Jiannu’s eyes, a trace of surprise passed by.

did not think of.

This weak-looking imperial princess.

The power in his hand is so powerful!

With the provocation of the eight-faced Han sword in Yinglan’s hand.

The power is so fast that it doubles again.

Jing Bao Jiannu was secretly shocked, knowing that he could not resist.

Immediately, the footsteps were in mid-air, stomping in the air.

Avoid Ying Lan’s blade.

Back off after the sound.

In Yinglan’s hand, eight and eleven Han swords cut through a cold sword light.

pass it by.

Cut off a few strands of hair behind her mask.

Fall to the ground.

Jing Bao Jiannu flashed to the rear.

There was a trace of fear in her eyes.

Never thought.

This imperial princess, wins Lan.

There was a bit of effort.

Although just now, they were just a simple collision.

but.

In the fierce confrontation just now.

You can feel Yinglan’s rich combat experience.

Also has good swordsmanship skills.

At the moment when the blade and the tip of the sword collide.

Take advantage of your exhaustion and stagnate in mid-air.

Put all your strength into it.

Change the trajectory of your blade.

Bounce your defense.

And it was holding a sharp blade and attacked from another angle.

He threw himself at the door, killing intent.

Such senior swordsmanship strength and inner strength.

It is definitely something that has been around for many years of practicing swordsmanship, and can only have it.

If it weren’t for the fact that he had been trying for many years in the snare.

Faced with such a confrontation.

You must be at a loss.

It seems that this imperial princess.

It’s not as soft as I imagined…

Jing Bao Jiannu held the softness of the lotus hilt and clenched it slightly.

Dai Mei showed a bit of solemnity.

at the same time.

On the other side, now, six six-in-one snare sword slaves.

Has turned into six black shadows.

Qi Qi attacked and killed around Ying Lan.

The blade in his hand shone with a cold glow.

Holding Ying Lan’s neck.

Beheaded.

Encircle Ying Lan in the middle of the killing formation.

Yinglan just fought Jing Bao Jiannu.

Now, the arms are drooping.

It is at the moment when the old force is gone and the new force is not born.

Under the siege of six people.

It is like a young flower swaying in the wind and rain.

weak.

helpless

.

It seems that it will be buried in the storm at any time.

Broken, devastated.

However, now, facing the six snare sword slaves who came from his own beheading.

Ying Lan’s eyes were calm.

No panic.

Because, at this time.

A ray of moonlight has emerged around Yinglan.

Like a stream, it quietly flows through Yinglan’s body.

As natural as the flow of water.

Around Yinglan.

Circle around.

ding ding dong~!

The sound of six swords clashing alternately sounded.

The six net sword slaves all seemed to have been slashed by the blade.

The forward speed suddenly stagnates.

Back off after the sound.

In front of me, this moonlight stream overflows with water waves.

Cover up towards them.

In their hands, the Eight Swords of the King of Yue swung out to the wind and rain.

Sword and sword shadow.

All these cold, holy moonlight that spilled over from him were dissolved.

In front of them, these cold moonlight rays of light seem to be harmless.

Just some moon-like light.

However, they have been practicing in the killing field for a long time.

Insight into the pale, holy light behind.

But it hides a deep murderous intent.

A slight touch can kill you!

This is the extremely powerful sword intent, the moonlight formed by it.

It has been used for good fortune.

Solid as real.

After the moonlight surrounding Yinglan had just dissipated.

Accompanied, always a purple figure.

Phantoms emerge.

Her purple dress appeared in front of Ying Lan.

The hunting suit vibrated.

Long hair falls.

The body is suspended in mid-air.

Boots tread on the air.

The moonlight sword in his hand is sparkling.

A sword is faster than a man.

Just now, after cutting a new piece of Huahui Yuemang.

The double image of the blade, now, Fang Peng can almost dissipate.

With its long hair like a waterfall, it fell down together.

Guard in front of Yinglan.

-Double eyes like crystal purple gems, clear and indifferent.

Neither sad nor happy.

Indifferently glanced at the figure of the six-way net sword slave in front of him.

Moonlight sword in hand.

The little moonlight sprinkled down, after falling on the ground.

into a bright moonlight.

Sparkling.

At the same time, on the other side, the leader of the net sword slave.

The Sword Slave Covering the Sun, now, has encountered his own troubles.

He was just about to act together with the six net sword slaves to kill Yinglan.

However, he hadn’t had time to step on Yun’s footsteps.

He was instantly surrounded by eighteen figures like iron-wood puppets.

Eighteen figures, dressed in iron clothes.

The eyes under the mask are indifferent.

There is no emotion.

He holds an indigo-colored cold knife in his hand.

surround him in the middle.

Block him going and leaving 580.

Eighteen figures are scattered in eighteen positions.

Square credit for all its possible actions.

All blocked.

“It’s these eighteen people again…

As the chief commander of the snare organization, the swordsman of the cover of the sun.

The most senior sword slave in the snare organization.

Accompanying Master Zhao Gao all the year round.

Naturally, I have heard that there are 18 powerful cold swordsmen by Yinglan’s side.

every time you act.

All have their presence.

Now, facing the front, surrounded and killed the eighteen strong men in iron clothes and masks in front of him.

Needless to say, it must be Ying Yuan’s eighteen subordinates who have been encouraged many times.

“Ah, interesting.

“I don’t know, how strong are you eighteen guys?”

Covering the sun sword slave sneered.

Earlier, I often heard Luo Wang spy say that these eighteen black-clothed swordsmen are powerful.

Now, meet here.

I’d like to test their level for myself.

See if they are as terrifying as the intelligence says!

Immediately, his feet were on the eaves, and he stepped on it suddenly.

With a loud bang, vicious aura erupted, and the concrete wall of the eaves was directly hooked by its qi stepping to make a footprint, penetrating into the wood for three points.

With the strength of the shock, his figure was bombarded like a cannonball.

The strange-looking blood-groove blade in his hand, the sun-covering saber.

Attacked.

With a cold swordsman in iron clothes at the forefront, behead him!,