Chapter 385: Wushuang Incoming

Following Xiao Lingchen's angry shout, the dozens of famous swords enshrined in the sword pavilion suddenly shook, and the innermost one finally grabbed its sheath and fell into Xiao Lingchen's hands. Xiao Lingchen waved violently, and saw that the scabbard flew down following the sword body. He shook the sword and the sword body was submerged in the scabbard again. He hit the sword heavily on the ground.
The long swords in the sword pavilion finally calmed down.
Xiao Lingchen stroked the Haoran sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "Back then, the handsome father only passed me the Blood Dragon Spear and didn't give me the Haoran Sword. I have always had regrets in my heart for these years. "
The sword slaves didn't mean to stop them, and they returned to the darkness.
Xiao Lingchen opened the door and walked out. The sky outside was vast and there was a large area.
White Palace.
Ling Shaohan, who was covered with a white cloth in front of him, only asked one sentence after listening to the various happenings in Apocalypse City in the past few days.
This sentence is critical.
Because this sentence asked a person who was about to be forgotten.
"Where did Xiao Jingxia go?"
Emperor Mingde had twelve princes and three died. Except for the three crowned princes, none of the others have extraordinary talents. Therefore, it is normal for them not to receive this news in this time of the Apocalypse City chaos, but Xiao Jingxian, the viper should not be.
What's more, Xiao Jingxia hasn't heard from him for a long time. He has disappeared for a long time since it was revealed that he was the party feather of Xiao Yu.
Xiao Chong frowned slightly and pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head: "Wu Shuang City!"
Unparalleled under the city.
Xiao Jingxia, dressed in brocade clothes, walked out of the carriage.
The five elders of Wushuang City and Wushuang were there to greet him.
"It is said that it is a brother, but no blind prince looks pleasing to the eye." Wushuang said with no emphasis.
The five elders frowned slightly.
Lu Yudi got used to it and scratched his head lightly.
"Hello, Wushuang City Lord." Xiao Jingxian said respectfully.
"His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince," Wushuang replied lazily.
Lu Yudi kicked him lightly: "It's the Ninth Prince."
Wushuang hurriedly changed his words: "Ah, Your Highness the Ninth Prince."
"Well, I've heard that Wushuang City Lord has a bad memory." Xiao Jingxian turned his head and glanced at the five elders, "We might as well go in and chat."
"No problem, please." Wushuang waved his hand.
The five elders glanced at each other, then turned and followed in.
Within the guest hall.
Wushuang sat down, poured the tea cup pretendingly, and slowly said: "The Seventh Prince is here, why is it?"
Lu Yudi whispered helplessly: "Junior Brother, if you can't remember someone's ranking, you just call him your Highness!"
Xiao Jingxian looked around and asked, "I don't know where Song Yan is returning to the Old City Lord?"
Wushuang and Lu Yudi's expressions changed slightly. Song Yan, who was a sword immortal in half a step, stepped out of Wushuang City that day, but lost to the hands of Xueyue Jianxian's disciple Lei Wujie, which was a great shame. After Song Yan returned to Wushuang City, she remained closed in Jianlu, but she suddenly left a few days ago, and no one knew where she went.
"Wandering around the world." Wushuang replied nonchalantly.
"I know where he went." Xiao Jingxia said suddenly.
"How do you know?" Wushuang's expression suddenly became solemn.
"He went to Xueyue City and tried to challenge Xueyue Sword Immortal again, but was forcibly left behind by Xueyue City. Now he is trapped in it and cannot leave." Xiao Jingxia said slowly.
"Do you know what you are talking about?" Lu Yudi raised his eyebrows. "What you say may cause a war that has not been seen in many years."
"I know what I'm talking about. Because my best brother, His Royal Highness White King Xiao Chong is also trapped in Xueyue City at this moment. They assist Yongan King Xiao Chuhe, so they will keep him trapped until Xiao Chuhe gains power. I am I came here alone to ask Wushuang City for help. The emperor had always felt that the time had not come, but now he has to go out." Xiao Jingxia said.
Lu Yudi asked, "But even if you are right, what you want is for us to march into Xueyue City. Xueyue City has been the number one city in the rivers and lakes for many years. Our unparalleled city has died down for many years. Now we are challenging. They are not the best time."
"No, now is the best time." Xiao Jingxian emphasized his tone and said cherishedly, "The whereabouts of Lord Bailidong is unknown, Li Hanyi's skills have been lost, and there is only one Sikong Changfeng left among the three city lord. Lei Family Fort and Tangmen broke again. The time-honored Wen family has never been a union in name, and Xueyue City’s allies are no longer strong. As long as Wushuang City summons your allies to attack Xueyue City together. The first city in Jianghu will return to In the hands of Wushuang City."
The Grand Elder finally spoke: "Then you, just want to borrow the hand of our Wushuang City, you should also show your sincerity."
"Our dead soldiers of the White Palace will naturally be dispatched at that time." Xiao Jingxia said sternly, "Each of our dead soldiers has the ability to kill a Xueyue City master, even the elder."
The Great Elder looked towards Wushuang: "This is indeed an opportunity."
"No, this is not an opportunity." Wushuang stood up, "I want to save Master and Xiao Chong. I have an agreement with him, but..." Wushuang walked to Xiao Jingxia's front and looked at his belt. With a few sly eyes, he sneered and waved his fingers gently.
The sword box placed next to his seat suddenly opened, and a flying sword with a bit of frosty air shot out and fell beside Wushuang's fingers. Wushuang shook his fingers lightly, the cold sword whirled slowly, and he leaned into Xiao Jingxia's ear and slowly said, "If I find you cheated on me, you will be dead. No matter what the eighth prince you are, Still the Ninth Prince."
Xueyue City.
Dengtian Pavilion.
Luo Mingxuan was lying there sleeping, with the seven long swords scattered around.
He has lived in the Dengtian Pavilion for a long time, and no one has bothered him during this time. Until finally awakened by a person's footsteps.
Luo Mingxuan yawned and sat up, only to find a familiar person standing in front of him.
One sword swallows back, Song Yan returns.
"Why are you here?" Luo Mingxuan asked impatiently.
"I want to see Yin Luoxia, but I don't want to sneak in. The defender told me that I must break into this building. So I came up." Song Yan said lightly.
"So my master still doesn't know?" Luo Mingxuan asked.
Song Yan nodded back: "Yes."
"Then it will be easy, let me beat you down!" Luo Mingxuan stood up, and suddenly waved to stop Song Yan from returning, "But you have to wait for me to prepare."
"Yes." Song Yan took a step back.
Luo Mingxuan picked up all those swords, put them back in their scabbards, and put them back on again, just like a hedgehog. He yawned long: "Come on."