Chapter 230: Meet

On the mountain road, a book boy carried a sword and led a maroon horse, walking slowly on the road. On the red horseback, sitting a young man carrying a bookcase, holding a book in his forehand, and a horsetail grass in his left hand, scratching his head leisurely.
"My son, where shall we go all the way down this trip?" the book boy asked.
"Four cities in the world, Bei Tianqi, Nan Xueyue, Xi Muliang, Dong Wushuang. Apocalypse City is the last to go, Xueyue City has been there, Muliang City is afraid to go, let's go to Wushuang City." said the scholar.
"It is said that Wushuang City does not allow ordinary people to enter, what shall we do?" Shutong puzzled.
"Stupid, if others don't let you go, you won't go? Crush, and sneak in if you can't. It is said that they have changed to a young city lord. It is said that they are younger than me, and they are also a master of swords. I want to see how powerful it is," said the scholar.
The book boy nodded: "All right, then let's go to Wushuang City, but the son will have to practice the sword during this time."
"Wait." The scholar suddenly put away the book in his hand. The prairie dog's tail in his hand was waving, but at this moment only a bare pole was left.
A wind blew and cut the dog's tail grass.
What a great wind!
There is sword spirit in the wind!
The scholar straightened up, put away the lazy expression, and said sternly: "Fei Xuan, be careful!"
The two of them were naturally Li Fansong and Feixuan who had traveled around Qingcheng Mountain and were ordered by their teachers. They wandered around some places before, but they always felt a bit of time wasting, but they made up their minds to go to Wushuang City to take a look. But only after he made up his mind to end this unremarkable journey, there were guests visiting.
Feixuan nodded: "So strong sword energy."
"Drunk Song!" Li Fansong whispered, and a mahogany sword flew out of the bookcase. He held it in his hand and looked around. He had never seen such a sword aura before, and he clearly didn't know where it was, but the sword aura had already arrived in advance, and the sword aura was clearly not directed at him.
The leaves that were slowly falling from the trees were also chopped into two pieces, and the weeds within a radius of thirty feet were forced down by a foot!
"So strong sword aura." Feixuan swallowed his saliva, "I have only seen such a strong sword aura so far."
"Master." Li Fansong said slowly, this kind of sword energy has indeed reached the realm of sword fairy!
"Here." Feixuan shook his sleeves suddenly, and the power of the big dragon elephant violently.
I saw a woman in white clothes and purple hair suddenly appeared in front of them. The girl was beautiful and moving, but her lips were slightly purple, her pupils were red, her purple hair was dancing in the wind, she was so charming.
"So beautiful." Li Fansong praised.
"Little Master! Don't look at people!" Feixuan said anxiously, "Look at her sword!"
Li Fansong hurriedly turned his head and looked around, only to see that the woman was holding a handsome long sword in her right hand, with frost on the long sword, and a mahogany sword in her left hand. There was a red light around the wooden sword.
"Iron Horse Glacier Sword! And Peach Foil Sword!" Li Fansong exclaimed, "Who are you!"
The woman glanced at Li Fansong, her eyes flashing purple, she suddenly lifted her sword with a wave of frost, and a ray of warm light slammed at the two of them.
"Senior brother." Feixuan jumped over, jumped behind Li Fansong, and slapped him on the back. The power of the great dragon elephant instantly injected into Li Fansong's body, and Li Fansong lifted the Drunken Song sword and swung forward. The two of them used all their strength and used a powerful sword, but they still couldn't resist the woman's casual sword, and they flew out several steps together.
"This sword aura." The woman suddenly retracted the sword in her hand and murmured, "Very familiar."
Li Fansong and Feixuan looked at each other. At this time, their chests were full of energy and blood, and it was hard to speak, but they all saw the anxiety in each other's eyes: with their abilities, they couldn't fight this woman at all.
"Yuzhen." The purple light in the woman's eyes became more and more prosperous, but at this moment someone shouted from behind: "Cold clothes!" That voice contained internal force, shaking the entire forest, and she was another top expert!
The woman turned her head and suddenly jumped forward, passing through the woods and disappearing in a blink of an eye. Then, a middle-aged man in grey clothes arrived, and saw that he was plain, but there was power between his eyebrows, presumably the person who made the sound just now.
"This sword!" Fei Xuan said in surprise.
I saw the man in grey clothes holding a red long sword in his hand, and the dragon head spitting fire at the hilt. It was clear that Li Fansong and Feixuan had seen it in Xueyue City
"The Killing Sword!"
The grey-clothed man gave them a look at the reputation, but didn't speak, and turned and chased in the direction where the woman had left.
"Little Master, who is this person? Why do you hold Lei Wujie's killing sword?" Fei Xuan asked in confusion.
Li Fansong thought for a while, and said, "It must be Lei Hong, the master of the killing sword, one of the Lei Mun twins back then. He should be Lei Wujie's master at Lei Mun."
"Then, who is the woman just now?" Feixuan frowned.
"That man called her Hanyi." Li Fansong murmured, "That sword is clearly the Iron Horse Binghe, but Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi, we also met that day. She was covered with a veil that day, but she didn't expect that she was actually a man. woman!"
"And what she was holding in her left hand was clearly Master's Peach Blossom Sword, why did the Peach Wood Sword fall into her hand? Could it be that Master went down the mountain that day for Li Hanyi?" Fei Xuan suddenly realized.
"Catch up!" Li Fansong turned around, anxiously, "Ask the matter clearly!"
"Two friends." An elegant voice suddenly sounded. Li Fansong and Feixuan suddenly turned their heads, and saw a middle-aged Confucian student carrying a bookcase suddenly appeared there. With the skills of Li Fansong and Feixuan, they were completely aware of it. Not when he appeared.
"Who!" Li Fansong stabbed a sword in shock.
"It's impolite to swing a sword at someone without asking for it." The middle-aged Confucian smiled slightly, took a step forward, turned his hand gently, and snatched the Drunken Song Sword.
"Junior brother!" Li Fansong yelled and jumped up in shock.
"Brother, take the sword!" Fei Xuan waved his hand and slammed the long sword at the back of his waist. The sword made a glow and fell into Li Fansong's hand. Li Fansong held this sword, his momentum was a few points higher than before, he smiled slightly, and slashed at the middle-aged Confucian scholar!
The middle-aged Confucian nodded: "Qingxiao sword, the world famous sword ranks sixth, is a good sword. Infinite sword is a good sword. It's a pity." The Confucian gently turned his right hand and swung it forward. The handle of the drunk singing sword, the voice is still elegant, without the slightest anger: "Didn't I just say it? It's impolite to swing the sword at someone without asking the question.