Chapter 98: It's so handsome, it's impossible to tolerate it!

Humph!
Li Qinglian snorted, holding her chin proudly.
This little maid is also a princess of a country, the daughter of the emperor of a country, with an extraordinary status. Previously, in accordance with the etiquette of the teacher, the respectful name of Wang Shuangkai, Senior Brother Wang, was considered to be a face, how could he bear Wang Shuangkai's gestures in front of her?
In the officialdom of the Great Court, those high-ranking officials such as the Prime Minister Shangshu who are tuned in their accents, Li Qinglian has seen a lot of them, and never paid attention to them.
Which green onion is Wang Shuangkai?
What about the true disciples under the lord?
Don't be too troubled in front of this princess.
Li Qinglian thought secretly in her heart: Right now, you are still the true disciple of the Sect Master, and when the Great Demon kills you with a sword, the position of the true disciple of the Sect Master will have to sit in another person.
The nine princesses of the great dynasty can naturally not open up Wang Shuang to their hearts.
Chu Jingyue was different.
Even though she was full of anger, she still replied: "I'm just a lead..."
"shut up!"
Wang Shuang opened his sleeves and stared at Chen Xinglie coldly, and asked, "Are you...that Chen Xinglie?"
Chen Xinglie ignored it.
He brought a glass of alcohol to himself and was at ease.
The true disciple of Lin Daoyuan in Chen Xinglie's memory, Wang Shuangkai, was much calmer than the one in front of him. It wouldn't be like now, in front of the same school sister, arrogantly screaming and drinking.
Too young.
Chen Xinglie changed his thoughts and understood. According to his memory, he would not meet these true disciples of Tu Shanzong until two or three years later. At that time, Chang Kong Wuji, the commander of the Xifeng army, had failed in the rebellion against Wu'anhou of the Datong Dynasty. In order to protect the royal family, Tu Shanzong suffered heavy losses, and Wang Shuangkai was also seriously injured once.
After people suffer setbacks, they will definitely grow.
And now...
Wang Shuangkai was very arrogant, obviously he hadn't survived "social beatings", and he didn't know what he meant by being high and thick.
This person's eyes were full of disdain, and he looked at Chen Xingliezai carefully for a while, then shook the folding fan, and said aloft: "I was thinking before, if you are willing to kowtow and beg for mercy, I will forgive you. A life. Now I feel that you can't kill it without killing it. You, a demon outsider, have such a beautiful appearance. It's impossible to tolerate it!"
Chen Xinglie was expressionless, moved the wine glass aside, tilted it slowly, and spilled the wine on the ground.
Wang Shuang sneered and said, "Don't drink anymore? People are about to die, this wine won't smell anymore?"
Boom.
Chen Xinglie pressed the wine glass on the table and said slowly: "You spit too much and you sprayed into the wine. It makes people feel disgusting."
Wang Shuang opened and closed the folding fan, and said coldly: "A dying person, do you really treat yourself as a person?"
"Are you angry?" Chen Xinglie raised his eyes, with a joking smile in his eyes, and said: "This seat is handsome, so I offend you? This seat is too handsome, so it’s impossible to tolerate the laws of nature. In the upright Tushan Sect, the disciple of Sect Master Lin Daoyuan, can't you say a fresher reason to make this seat happy?"
boom!
Wang Shuang waved his hand with a palm, smashing the table, the sawdust flying shot, crackling and smashing to the ground.
The wine jar on the table fell to the ground, smashed to pieces, the wine splashed and spilled all over the floor.
At this time, Wang Shuangkai had fully understood that Chen Xinglie did not come to ask for mercy, but came to Xingshi to ask for mercy.
Chen Xinglie raised his hand, flicked the wine beads that splashed on his sleeve, and said lightly: "Actually, this seat is very curious. Why on earth dare you to be so arrogant in front of this seat? It depends on you. Handle Wanli Sorrowful Autumn Sword?"
"So what?"
Wang Shuangkai held the sword in his hand, clasped the scabbard tightly, and sneered: "This is the portable saber of my elder Tushanzong, which contains the sword intent of the of land. I have this sword in hand, under the land god, All can be cut with one sword!"
Chen Xinglie gave a loud voice and asked, "Really?"
Humph!
Wang Shuangkai couldn’t stand Chen Xinglie’s attitude very much. He drew his sword out of the sheath with a clumsy sound, and said proudly:
Even if the elder Taishang is far away in Tushanzong, tens of thousands of miles away, he can communicate this sword with his heart and help me cut it all. The evil demon outsiders!"
The ten realms of martial art is a way of martial art leading to gods.
This of power refers to land gods.
The martial artist of the tenth realm of martial arts tempers the vitality and blood, and polishes the flesh, even the soul change realm of the eighth realm of martial arts is only slightly related to the martial arts spirit. For masters of the land immortal level, the most important way to cultivate is to temper their souls.
Step into the fairyland...
Never be with mortals!
Therefore, the methods of land immortals far surpass those of the ten realms of martial arts.
Even if Shang Qingkong is far away from Tushanzong, he can still use his methods in the air to control this sword of Wanli Sorrowful Autumn and kill people.
This matter is exactly what Wang Shuangkai relied on.
Even if Wang Shuangkai already knew that Chen Xinglie was in Qingyun City, killing the Quartet, and even the leader of the Xifeng Army, Changkong Wuji, was killed and fleeing badly...These things weren't important to Wang Shuangkai.
Wang Shuang was enlightened, holding the Wanli Sorrowful Autumn Sword of Shang Qingkong, the elder Taishang in his hand, the world can be found, and the land gods can be cut with a single sword.
After the Wanli Sorrowful Autumn Sword was unsheathed, the sword's edge was like a plume of autumn water, dazzling, and faintly visible. There were countless rune patterns, like fish in the autumn water, floating on the sword's edge... …
Based on its appearance alone, Wanli's Sorrowful Autumn Sword is many times higher than Chen Xinglie's great sword.
Very trendy!
This is indeed a good sword.
If it is used as a sacrifice to the Great Sword, how many ranks can it raise?
Chen Xinglie was very curious and had a thought to put his ideas into action, so he asked: "Do you want to use this sword to kill this seat?"
Humph!
Wang Shuangkai snorted coldly, seemingly disdain to answer such questions.
"or……"
Chen Xinglie looked at Wanli Sorrowful Autumn Sword meaningfully, and suggested: "Try?"
Wang Shuang sneered and said: "This is your own death, no wonder I!"
Wanli Sorrowful Autumn Sword is a brilliant masterpiece.
Hum!
The sound of the sword sounded like a bell, spreading in all directions.
The sword intent of the prestigious world, like a tide, rushed out of the sword and covered Chen Xinglie.
This time, Chen Xinglie was prepared.
A faint luminescence floated on Chen Xinglie's body, as if the sky was full of stars and the moon, all gathered in a bunch and sprinkled on him, just like wearing a star and wearing a moon.
Fluorescence is sword light.
Within the sword light, there is the sword intent of Void Condensation Sword Art.
It was this kind of sword intent that originated from the female emperor of the upper realm that allowed Chen Xinglie to sit in front of the Wanli Sorrowful Autumn Sword and face the sharp sword intent of Shang Qingkong, a master of the land immortal peak, without moving.
Only long hair, fluttering gently.
far away.
In the Qingyun River.
Lin Daoyuan was sitting on the painting boat drinking, thinking about how to sweep Qingyun City next to reflect the majesty of Tu Shanzong, and suddenly he heard the sound of swords and sword intent from the shore.
"This is the sword intent of the Supreme Elder!"
Lin Daoyuan's eyes sank, and he swayed from the bow like a swan flying to the Yunlai Inn.