Legend of Swordsman - #4852 - Chapter 4852

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Diqing also opened her eyes and then sat unperturbed again, closing her eyes and refreshing herself.

He has never been interested in the results that have been doomed before they have begun.

A simple argument on swords, which is launched in Heavenly Palace.

Jian Wushuang, a little emperor who doesn’t use swords as his way, will soon converge with Sword Dao, and even can fight against Sword Immortal even when he is an ancestor. The result can be imagined.

Even Jian Wushuang only needs to release any of the Galaxy Lake Sea word intents, and he can be defeated immediately.

But he did not at all do this, this is a harmless and elegant sword, no matter who wins or loses, it’s just that’s all that’s.

Sword intent rises up like magnificent flying fish, magnificent.

Jian Wushuang is holding a real sword, and he only focuses on resistance.

But Xiaodijun didn’t know whether it was the rise of alcoholism, or he couldn’t help it, one after another vigorous sword slash, momentum is big, power is deep chopped down, even the diffusive power of air escape was cut broken.

The atmosphere becomes more subtle.

Originally a relaxed discussion of the sword, as the little emperor passed by, and the murderous aura’s word intent raged, all Yanxian present at the scene looked dignified.

Chunqiu had already put his palm on the short dagger at his waist, and he was already light-minded, only to wait for Jian Wushuang to get any trauma, he could burst in an instant.

Cui Jing saw the breath of changes in the spring and autumn, and he was dignified, and he also pressed the black stick around his waist.

Diqing has always closed her eyes and nourished her spirit, and she seems to care nothing about the outside world.

Zhao Ting’s eyes fluctuated slightly, and he seemed to be planning something.

Wei Liujia’s face was even more anxious. In his view, Jian Wushuang was forced to retreat, apparently not Xiao Xiaojun’s opponent.

But Jian Wushuang’s face is quite calm from beginning to end, even when facing the sword style with the emergence of murderous intention, it can be easily resolved.

When resisting to seven hundred and seventy-seven swords, mutation suddenly grows.

The real sword in Jian Wushuang’s hand is broken into two pieces without any signs. The sword of momentum is big, power is deep, and then he slashed heavily on his shoulder, and the entire pipa bone All smashed directly!

Chun Qiu and Cui Jing got up directly, but Chen Qing was suddenly held in shape.

“Don’t want Brother Jian to do something, don’t mess up!”

The atmosphere is dead, the little emperor seems to be sober from the drink, and his eyes are shocked. He releases the hilt subconsciously in the palm of his hand and touches him, “Sword, Brother Jian, I didn’t mean it.”

Jian Wushuang stepped back to Half Step, avoiding his palm, and his face remained unchanged, “It’s okay, the sword is about to be injured.”

After he finished, he reached out and took the soft sword from the bone of the pipa, and threw it to the little emperor.

“I’m overwhelmed with alcohol, so I leave first.”

Jian Wushuang turned away, and a drop of divine blood slipped from his shoulder and printed on the ground.

Yi Qing, who originally closed her eyes and nourished her eyes, opened her eyes without looking at others, and directly followed behind Jian Wushuang.

Chun Qiu opened Chen Qing’s palm and left quickly.

Then Cui Jing also left directly.

Zhao Ting, Wei Liujia glanced at Xiao Dijun, and left.

Soon, in this huge Heavenly Palace, only Chen Qing and some Yanxian guards remain.

“Little Emperor,” Chen Qing got up, and his face also changed slightly, “You are too impulsive…”

“Go.” He looked straight towards the outside of the hall door.

Chen Qingwei sighed and left without saying much.

Heavenly Palace.

Little Emperor’s complexion turned from pale to ruddy, and the roots of the palms of his palms holding the hilt were pale.

“His mother!”

He was furious, and with a real sword, he suddenly chopped down the case where Jin Wei was placed and overturned it.

“His mother! Damn it, are you going to fight against this Eminence!”

The little emperor is completely angry, his face is almost mad, and he wields a sword to overthrow one of the schemes, leaving the entire Heavenly Palace in a mess.

The skinny Little Zi robe has been standing behind him, neither blocking nor speaking.

“A group of damn things, can’t tell who the owner is, when this Eminence is air? This Eminence is Chu Jun, the future emperor of Dasiyu!”

A louder rage resounded through Heavenly Palace.

When his voice gradually weakened, the skinny Little Zi robe stepped forward and handed over a white silk cloth, “Your Highness is angry.”

Little Emperor coughed heavily, holding the silk cloth tightly around the corner of his mouth, “Jian Wushuang! Jian Wushuang! You damn it!”

“Did you see it? On this sword with Eminence, he didn’t even use Sword Dao, he looked down on me! He didn’t even see me from beginning to end!”

“Not just him, did you see the group of guys he brought back? Did everyone dare to counter this Eminence?! Especially after I cut the sword to Jian Wushuang, the group he brought back Does the guy dare to want to do something with me?”

The thin Little Zi robe has been listening quietly, and at the end, he said quietly, “His Royal Highness, you forgot, Jian Wushuang is not your subject, but your friend, you should not govern the minister The one that belongs to him is on him.”

“Do you even want to counter this Eminence?” The little emperor’s voice was slightly angry.

“Don’t dare, I’m just saying what I should say, Jian Wushuang is not your subject, but a friend.” The thin Little Zi robe finished, looking towards him meaningfully.

“Friend? My Young Master doesn’t even have a brother, how could there be a friend?” His voice could not hear any emotions, empty and unknown.

I don’t know how long, Xiao Dijun turned his head towards towards the thin Little Zi robe, “Do you know how the real sword in Jian Wushuang’s hand broke?”

“I used my hands and feet to destroy Sword Heart deliberately before. I did this kind of hands and feet deliberately to win him once. Are you ridiculous?”

The skinny Little Zi robe whispered, “His Highness does nothing wrong, but this kind of beating can only be used between his servants.”

Little Emperor said again, “Is this sword completely cut off the connection between us?”

“Yes, not again.”

“I want to make up, how to do it?”

“Compensation.”

……

In the spacious great hall, the atmosphere is depressed and dull.

Jian Wushuang sits quietly in front of a case and closes his eyes to refresh himself, as if nothing has happened.

Spring and Autumn looks cold, and the palm has never left the hilt of the waist.

Diqing sat beside him in the same posture, with a little playfulness in his eyes.

Nodded, a guy who participated in the assassination of the Five Masters Young Master Mo, and battling with the Second Emperor Young Master, I am afraid that True Martial hasn’t been taken seriously.