Chapter 392: Thousands of swords

Yunsuo, Qingshuang, Fengxiao, Hongye, Butterflies, Jueying, Killing, Broken Tribulation, Jade Ruyi, Ring Finger Soft, Cang, Vast
The twelve flying swords in the Wushuang sword box finally appeared again after a hundred years.
However, Luo Mingxuan's last sword had already been cut, and he could not retreat.
"Retreat!" Wushuang shouted angrily.
"Cut!" Luo Mingxuan also shouted angrily.
The epee fell hopelessly, and the twelve flying swords flew back into the box at the same time. Wushuang held the sword box and moved back three feet.
Wushuang's white robe was already stained red with blood, and Luo Mingxuan's Wuwangjian fell to the ground, kneeling to the ground.
"It turned out to be a draw." Lu Yudi said in surprise.
Huangfu definitely shook his head: "It's not a tie."
Luo Mingxuan spit out blood: "You won."
Wushuang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You are badly injured and I am not getting better, so I won't win."
"If you didn't let go just now, my sword will hurt you badly. But your two flying swords will take my life. But you let go. I should thank you for saving my life." Luo Mingxuan looked towards Wushuang, "Why?"
"Because you shouldn't die, we didn't come to Xueyue City to kill people. We just want to ask you to give way and return our people to me." Wushuang stood up, leaning on the sword box with his hands, sinking Soundtrack.
"Your people." Luo Mingxuan's expression changed slightly.
Lu Yudi walked to Wushuang's side: "It's about time." He looked at Sikong Changfeng's side. Although the five elders could not break through Sikong Changfeng's spear, they managed to trap him in it.
Wushuang sighed and said loudly: "City Lord Sikong, you can't separate yourself, who else can speak in the city."
"I." A gentle voice sounded, and Yin Luoxia, in a light white shirt, fell from the city wall, really like a fairy from those nine days, everyone in Wushuang City couldn't help but swallow.
"Years have passed, Fairy Luoxia is still so beautiful." Huangfu smiled.
Yin Luoxia helped Luo Mingxuan and nodded: "I saw it just now, it's pretty good."
"It's not lost yet." Luo Mingxuan smiled bitterly.
"You have just realized that immortal six martial arts, wait for a few more years of cultivation, and you are afraid that you will not be able to beat others?" Yin Luoxia raised her head and looked at Wushuang, "Thank you, City Lord Wushuang. Not in those years."
Wushuang shrugged: "I also look forward to fighting Brother Luo, but today, we still have things to do. I have a few requests, I don't know if the fairy agrees or not?"
Yin Luoxia raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Oh? What kind of request?"
"Number one. Xueyue City gave Wushuang City its number one position."
"Second, please hand it over to Wushuang City, His Royal Highness, who is trapped in the city."
"Third, hand over my master Song Yan back."
Yin Luoxia took a step forward, with a smile still on her face: "First, we Xueyue City have never been called the first. The first is all called by the people of the rivers and lakes, we want to let the people of the rivers and lakes wish. Second, we Xueyue City never participated in affairs in the court. We did send some young disciples to Apocalypse City, but they were only responsible for protecting the safety of their friends, so His Royal Highness, King White, would not be here. Third, Who is Song Yan?"
Luo Mingxuan laughed at once: "Yes, who is Song Yanhui?"
"Master did come to Xueyue City but didn't go back, I can confirm." Wushuang said with a serious face.
Yin Luoxia frowned slightly and glanced at Luo Mingxuan: "You have been staying in the Dengtian Pavilion. Have you seen him come?"
Luo Mingxuan hurriedly waved his hand: "No...no."
"So." Yin Luoxia looked at Wushuang again.
Wushuang took a step back: "So there is no more talk."
"Leave the rest to me." Lu Yudi waved his spear, "Prepare to attack the city!"
The disciples of Wushuang City even the same sects all drew their weapons, and they wanted to attack the city.
"Sitting on the city!" Yin Luoxia smiled, "Then come and take a look!" She flicked her long sleeves and shouted angrily: "Array!"
Above the Xiaguan city wall and below the city gate, a group of Xueyue City disciples suddenly appeared. Each one has a long sword in white and is personable.
Wushuang City has its own five-round sword formation, and Xueyue City also has its own sword formation.
Thousands of swords.
In the entire Xueyue City, from the elders to the disciples who just started, everyone appeared at the city gate.
"Only you are worthy of entering the city?" Yin Luoxia sneered.
"Why are there so many disciples in Xueyue City?" Huangfu walked forward slowly, and said loudly, "That's because there are many young disciples from the rivers and lakes who are willing to send here to learn martial arts. The name of Xueyue City. But is Xueyue City worth their lives?"
"Huangfu old fox." Yin Luoxia sneered.
"There are disciples from the Jiangnan Duan Clan, the Four Great Sword Sects of Lingnan, the Nine Sects of Tianshan Mountain, and so on. Your sect is not willing to participate in this dispute. I have a letter from the head of your sect. Xueyue City is now There is no support from Leijiapu and Tang Sect, the city lord also went to the other two, and even the big disciple died. It is no longer the Xueyue City back then, you should also leave." Huangfu despaired of those snow Yuecheng disciple, Lang said.
But no one responded to him.
Just the sound of a sword being pulled out.
"Your school is waiting for you to go back. You shouldn't die here!" Huangfu absolutely yelled.
Above the city gate, suddenly another voice came: "We are a disciple of Xueyue City after I have been apprentice to Xueyue City today. Ask my school? My school is Xueyue City!"
Huangfu was taken aback for a moment and whispered, "Could it be that you are crazy?"
"It's not that they are crazy. It's just that you have to understand why Xueyue City has been called the No. 1 City of Jianghu for so many years. Because this is the strength of my Xueyue City." Yin Luoxia put a smile away. , Shouted loudly, "Change, sword guard!"
"Yes!" Thousands of people shouted together, waving their swords together.
Sitting in the carriage behind, Xiao Jingxian pulled up the curtain of the carriage and frowned slightly: "Thousands of people sword formation."
Huangfu sneered: "So what? What can you do with this group of young disciples? With so many sects in Wushuang City standing on the side of Wushuang City, what is your chance of victory in Xueyue City? Why let them die?"
"Blood Clothes Building, is it a great school?" A young voice sounded, and a young man in black appeared next to Huangfu Jue and patted him on the shoulder.
Huangfu suddenly shook his body. With his skill, he didn't even feel the person's approach. He exclaimed, "Who are you?"
The young man smiled and said lightly: "Tang Ze."
"You may not have heard of this name."
"But I come from Tang Sect. Our Tang Sect still supports Xueyue City."