Chapter 1572 Both lose?

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"Don't worry, it won't let you wait too long, up to five minutes."
The Guardian Thirteen Lang was mad, Jing Qianzhong was more mad than him. In his eyes, the Guardian Thirteen Lang seemed to be a cockroach that could be crushed.
"Gossip, you will pay for your arrogance."
The face of the Guardian Thirteen Lang suddenly gloomy and snarled.
He asked himself that swordsmanship is invincible except for Master, so he planned to defeat the two men in the face of the heroes of the world. He made a big splash and let him spread the name of the 13th Lang.
Unexpectedly, Ding Ning and Jing Qianzhong did not even put him in the eye, how can not let him be angry and angry.
Fusang resident, quietly sitting in the wooden house, a thin old man wearing a kimono, if not the turbid old eyes in the closed eyes flashing a sultry man, like an ordinary old man.
On his side, an eye-catching Tsing Yi teenager sat down beside the old man with a respectful look. "Master, will the military guardian be their opponent?"
"The Guardian is too arrogant, he will pay for his confidence."
The voice of the skinny old man is as harsh as the rust friction, but with a sense of sharpness, it makes people feel cold.
The Tsing Yi teenager frowned and revealed the incomprehensible color: "Why didn't the Master stop the guardian brother?"
If the skinny old man has a deep look at the Tsing Yi teenager, he said faintly: "With the heart and self-confidence of the Guardian, it is impossible to inherit the Taoist system of the Sword God Palace. If he does not die, he will become the biggest obstacle to your position in the future."
"Master, disciple does not dare!"
Tsing Yi’s youngsters succumbed to the ground with sincerity and fear, but in the corner that the old man could not see, there was a smirk in his eyes.
"Oh! Remember, if you want to make a martial art, you have to be fearless, dare to fight and dare to rob, and you will be invincible. If you are so arrogant, you will not have the best talent."
The skinny old man snorted and was extremely dissatisfied.
"I'm sorry Master, but the military guardian brother has always been thin to me, I really can't bear it."
The young boy in Tsing Yi crouched on the ground, a look of empathy and righteousness.
"Well, the wild temple is autumn, don't think that I don't know how the military guards are right for you. He wants you to die. I know that you are kind, but you have to remember that strength is everything in this world. Guarantee, as a close disciple of my Liu Shengjian, you must come up with the spirit you deserve. My sword temple does not need a weak heir. If you can't let go of those women, do it. Sex, with a strong heart, can never glimpse the ultimate meaning of kendo."
Liu Shengjian hated the education of iron and steel. "I admire the words of an ancient man in the history of China. I would rather let me pay for the world. Let the people of the world take me. This is the mentality of the ultimate strong kendo."
"Yes, Master, Yokohama remembered."
The Tsing Yi teenager replied with respect and respect, and his face was already firm when he looked up.
Liu Shengjian’s smile is gratifying:
Yongqiu, I have to blame for the teacher’s heart. The martial art of the military guard has come to the fore, and the character is arrogant, but he is the chief disciple after all. When he has not made mistakes, he is also a teacher. It’s not good to withdraw him to help you. This time, he is looking for a dead end. Others say that he can’t be a teacher. After he dies, you will become a kendo in the future, and then personally take revenge for him. At that time, you became the chief and justified. Things, don't dare to oppose it, work hard, don't let it go to the hard work of being a teacher."
"Thank you, Master, Yokohama will never disappoint Master's pains."
The Tsing Yi teenager once again crouched on the ground, respectfully said, but the bottom of his eyes flashed a taunting color, and the area of ​​the sword shrine is also my Liu Junwei... Oh, no, the innocent place of the long-lived, just a temporary pedal It’s gone.
Ding Ning, wait, wait for me to finish nine times, and restore the past life to repair, I will kill you with a corpse.
In the tomb of Genghis Khan, he escaped from the death. There was Ding Ning in Shenzhou. He did not dare to stay for a long time. He fled to Fusang like a dog.
Fusang Buddhism was extremely prosperous. He was mixed into the major temples to steal the relics. After being discovered, he was chased and killed. He was severely stunned and unfortunately rescued and brought back to the Sword Palace by the Guardian Thirteen Lang.
It’s not that the guardian Shi Sanlang is compassionate, but he has the shackles of his sleeves. He likes to play with the deaf children. He wants to see him in the room.
Unexpectedly, the chicken was not eclipsed, and Liu Shengjian saw him inadvertently. He took a look at his qualifications and kept him as a disciple.
His own plaything turned into his own younger brother, and the feelings of the Guardian Thirteen Lang can be imagined. The father of Liu Shengjian is bullying against him. Liu Junwei is obedient and obedient. Because he wants to live, he must To be patient, to eliminate the killing of the Guardian Thirteen Lang.
The Guardian Thirteen Lang really wants to kill him, but Liu Shengjian is not a scorpion, and after reprimanding him, Liu Junwei, who is renamed Yesi Hengqiu, is around to teach him swordsmanship.
The Guardian Thirteen Lang hated his teeth and tickles, but he did not dare to risk the anger of Liu Shengjian to kill him.
Therefore, Liu Junwei, who had the identity protection of the disciples of the Sword God Palace, began to take advantage of it and got a few relics. He successfully carried out seven turns.
After seven turns, Liu Junwei finally awakened the memory of his previous life. It turned out that his past life turned out to be the illegitimate child of the Emperor, and his sexual orientation was reversed.
I remembered that I was a son of the Emperor, and it turned out to be a glass after the reincarnation. I was also smashed by the Guardian Thirteen Lang. The anger in the innocent heart can be imagined.
It’s just a headache for him. As he gets closer and closer to the nine turns, he needs more and more relics. Even if he collects most of the relics in the major temples of Fuso, he is still only a drop in the bucket, so he can’t always Complete eight turns.
However, he knew that he could not reveal his identity before he completed the nine-turn and completely restored his previous life. Otherwise, Liu Shengjian would be the first to kill him.
Therefore, he can only continue to bear the identity of the wild temple, and serve at the side of Liu Shengjian, waiting for the opportunity to collect more relics.
Ding Ning had to admit that this Guardian Thirteen Lang dared to be so mad, and indeed there were two brushes, and they even had a lot of fighting with Jing Qian, and they were caught in a state of war.
What makes him feel so embarrassed is that whether it is Jing Qianzhong's knife method or the martial arts's swordsmanship, he has already broken through the level of lightness and weight and entered the realm of harmony between man and nature.
If it is not good to say anything, if he does not have a cheating-like innocent sacred body that is very cheap in the enchantment that limits the cultivation, he can't please any of the two.
Of course, this only refers to his own basic combat power. Once he enters the second personality or enters the state of magic, he can easily slap two people.
The Guardian Thirteen Lang sword is light and spirity, and it is strange and hot. It is not harmful to the other side, especially his own character is arrogant, and that arrogance is also in the sword, adding to his swordsmanship. A power.
And Jing Qianzhong's knife method is wide open and big, it seems to be stable and stable, and it should be changed in the same way. The Zhongzheng is peaceful but it is as heavy as the mountain, so that the elegant sword method of the Guardian Thirteen Lang does not account for any cheap.
Although the Guardian Thirteen Lang is arrogant, but at the moment he also realizes the powerful strength of Jing Qianzhong. Now he has not dared to expect to be able to quickly defeat Jing Qianzhong, and constantly start to fight and delay the attempt to consume the other's physical strength, and then launch a fatal blow. To be famous in the world.
Ding Ning easily saw the idea of ​​the Guardian Thirteen Lang, and a sneer appeared in the corner of his mouth. If he did not read it wrong, Jing Qianzhong himself should be a soil attribute martial artist. As long as he is on the ground, the energy source will be continuously supplemented. The Guardian Thirteen Lang wants to consume his physical strength, and that is really a wrong idea.
He now does not worry that Jing Qian will be defeated. He only worried that the goods are too pedantic. Before he said that he had solved the battle in five minutes, he would probably take the initiative to admit defeat.
But it turns out that he not only smashed the Guardian Thirteen Lang, but also looked down on Jing Qianzhong.
If there is no such enchanting birth, these two are definitely the geniuses of the younger generation.
"The Shinto has no words!"
Long time war, see Jing Qianzhong see the move, there is no excessive consumption of the slightest look, the arrogant arrogant Guardian Thirteen Lang is somewhat unsettled, and his heart is sighing and screaming and finally used the trick.
With the loud drink, the Guardian Thirteen Lang suddenly emerged a huge virtual shadow, the illusion of arrogance and indifference, as if indifferent to the Supreme Monarch of the Crowd, the hand raised, a huge sword-like belt that smashed the sky The imposing atmosphere of the destruction of the earth is stunned.
"It’s good."
Jing Qianzhong not only did not fear, but saw the joy of hunting, the eyes flashed with light, and the war began to boil.
After Jing Qianzhong, there is also a horror figure wearing a golden armor. It is only a figure that is more solid than the shadow of the guardian Shi Sanlang. It looks vaguely, and looks like Jing Qianzhong.
The battle of gold armor will be like a green hill, holding a knife that is exactly the same as Jing Qianzhong, and will not sneak into the horrible swordsman and slash it.
A bang, like a stone, the glare of the glare shines, the people who shine according to the eyes can not open their eyes, the horrible waves surge, the two huge shadows suddenly burst away, a small mushroom cloud rises, covering everyone's sight .
Flying sand, smoke and smoke, the enchantment began to appear unstable, all kinds of runes madly flashing, constantly extracting the spiritual power of Lingjing to suppress this terrible shock wave.
For a long time, when everyone could open their eyes and see, they found that the two had lost their tracks. Only a huge deep pit was left in the original place. There were numerous cracks like spiderwebs on the edge of the deep pit, spreading wildly around.
The scene is a mess, just like the red desert, there is no life, let all people move, this is definitely beyond the strength of the heavenly environment to create such a devastating battlefield.
Yan Tiejian's face was gloomy, and his eyes were staring at the deep pit. Although he was very confident about Jing Qianzhong, he still couldn't help but worry about it. After all, there is a limit to the enchantment. What happens is not enough. odd.
The other holy gates and the National Court are black-faced. They know that, just like this, they have consumed enough Lingjing to keep the enchantment running for one day. This single order has to be bought by the Sanctuary.
"Cough!"
A violent cough came from the deep pit, and the iron sword was relieved, and a light color appeared on his face.
Jing Qianzhong jumped out, his face was white, his mouth was still covered with blood stains, his face was unkempt, his clothes were ragged, and he looked like a wanderer, like a tramp on the street, where there was a sense of enthusiasm.
"Bing Wei adults."
The Fusang warriors shouted in horror. They were in a low position. They knew that Liu Shengjian had long regarded the Guardian Thirteen Lang as abandoning son. Even if the sword adults angered them, they rushed to the pit and wanted to investigate. Wei Shilang’s life and death.
"do not come!"
A weak voice came, and the Guardian Thirteen Lang climbed out of the pit, his face pale and unremarkable, like a wolf-like eye staring at Jing Qianzhong.