Chapter 390: Five round sword formation

"Here." Lu Yudi took off his hood and said solemnly.
"Xiaguan?" Wushuang muttered, looking at the two words above the city gate, "It's not Xueyue City."
"Seeing that there is no tall pavilion, it is the legendary Dengtian Pavilion." Lu Yudi pointed to the distant tall pavilion and said, "You can see Xueyue after passing the Dengtian Pavilion. A city. Xueyue City also lives in a common city. It is different from our Wushuang City. Outside the Dengtian Pavilion, it is no different from an ordinary city."
"Then go." Wushuang was about to raise his whip again, but suddenly let it go.
One shot came out of the city gate.
The man was dressed in black and was holding a dark golden spear.
Wushuang recognized him. When they went to Khotan, it was this person who came to the west with a single shot and forced them to retreat in a row. That was the first true peerless master Wushuang saw in this life.
Gun fairy, Sikong Changfeng.
Sikong Changfeng stuck his spear on the ground and roared, "Just do you want to enter the city? Are you worthy of entering the city? Get out!"
Roaring with peerless inner strength, disciples with a little less skill couldn't help covering their ears.
Wushuang smiled, rolled over from the horse, and placed the Wushuang sword box behind him heavily on the ground: "City Lord Sikong."
"City Lord Wushuang?" Sikong Changfeng looked at him, "Are you going to fight me?"
Wushuang stroked the Wushuang sword box, and said, "It's been a long time."
"Wushuang." An old voice called him.
Wushuang turned his head, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and five old people with silver hair walked down from above. The headed elder walked to Wushuang's side: "You are disrespectful to City Lord Sikong based on your seniority."
"It says Wushuang is disrespectful, but secretly taunting me to bully the small." Sikong Changfeng looked at the elder, "You old guys, are you still dead?"
"City Lord Sikong is still so open-hearted." The Great Elder sneered.
"If Brother Baili is here, I might be able to scold you for a day. You should be glad that I am the only one here. Among the three city masters, I am the most merciful." Sikong Changfeng drew his spear, "but my mercy is also To a limited extent, if you intercept my apprentice and return to Tianqi, I don’t need to pursue it. You tried to Ye Anshi and control Tianwaitian, but I didn’t see it. But you all came here and everyone in the world saw it. I can't pretend not to see it. Since you are here today, don't leave."
"Keep your life."
Sikong Changfeng leaped, and the spear suddenly smashed down like a dragon!
The Wushuang sword box suddenly opened, and the flying sword inside was about to move.
"Back!" The elder closed the Wushuang sword case with a palm, and leaped forward, a silver sword flashed from his waist, and the sword hit Sikong Changfeng's spear.
The gun was actually suppressed for an instant.
"Don't think we old people are already dead." The elder said solemnly.
"Then go to death today." Sikong Changfeng looked calm.
The gun is back!
Sikong Changfeng slammed his spear, and shot the great elder out.
However, four figures also swept out from Wushuang's body, and the four identical long swords stabbed, and together with the landed great elder, surrounded Sikong Changfeng.
Sikong Changfeng put away his spear, his expression awe-inspiring: "Five rounds of sword formation."
"Enter the five rounds of sword formation and see the six reincarnations. City Lord Sikong, save your life." The elder said slowly.
"What a five-round formation, a seven-kill formation, it sounds nice. To put it bluntly, it means to fight with more. The five are all elders of the rivers and lakes, so don't be fooled. I don't know the Hundred Ghosts lonely formation in the sky. Photo break?" Sikong Changfeng pulled out his spear, "Come on."
"You go." The Great Elder turned his head and said to Wushuang.
Wushuang lifted the sword box and walked inside with Lu Yudi.
But I saw another person walking out of the city.
"You are also worthy of entering the city? Get out!"
The same angry shout, but a very young face.
He carries three swords on his back, two on his left waist and two on his right waist. They are light and heavy, long and short, just like a hedgehog.
"It's you." Wushuang smiled, "You are also a good opponent."
Luo Mingxuan stopped: "This time, I won't lose to you again."
"I understand his swordsmanship. After the last time, I went back to check the classics. Every emperor of the Daxuan Dynasty will have a shadow next to him. This shadow is often born of a side concubine and is awarded peerless swordsmanship, responsible for protecting the emperor's safety. The emperor of the North left the country for a long time to attack the Great Profound Capital City because of this shadow. Later, our first generation city lord of Wushuang City carried the Wushuang sword box to the challenge, the sword box was fully opened, and the thirteen swords were used to the full. The shadow was badly wounded and fled, and finally captured the capital. It is said that the shadow also uses seven swords with different lengths and severity, just like him." Lu Yudi said.
Wushuang nodded: "Yes. That's what the book says, fate. The battle between Wushuang Sword Box and Seven Swordsmen. Come on, your name is Luo Mingxuan, right?"
Luo Mingxuan drew out the most ferocious epee Hopeless: "Yes."
"My name is Wushuang." Wushuang smiled. "For many years to come, the rivers and lakes will always talk about our matchup. That was the most peerless stop of our generation. At the end of the story, I will win and you will Disappeared on this river and lake."
"You have a lot of plays." Luo Mingxuan said with disdain.
"I have a bad memory. I'm afraid I will forget you such an excellent opponent in the future, so I need people to sing it." With a flick of Wushuang's fingers, Wushuang's sword box opened again.
Twelve small flying swords, a blood-red long sword.
"Let me tell you the true ending. After this duel, one name will be missing from the top ranking list, and my name, Luo Mingxuan, will replace him." Luo Mingxuan said proudly.
Lu Yudi stepped back with a spear, leaving the battlefield to both of them.
Behind them, the disciples of Wushuang City and the masters from all the major sects came to help out quietly. Huangfu, the host of the Bloody Clothes Building, said dissatisfiedly: "Just wait for them to fight first?"
"Isn't that the case on the battlefield? The coaches first fight in front of the battle, and then we soldiers go to charge and get into the battle. Regardless of winning or losing, they are the protagonists." Lu Yuzhai put his hands on his chest, "This world, ah, Just unfair."
Many years later, the arena has indeed been chanting today's duel, but the final result is neither as Wushuang said, nor as Luo Mingxuan's wish. But since that day, those legends about them have become true, and no one on the rivers and lakes dares to doubt that the young city lord of Wushuang City is really a genius once in a hundred years, and Luo Mingxuan of Xueyue City is really... ...Like his master very much.