Chapter 423: Three swords

Yan Zhantian has already drawn out his sword.
However, Luo Qingyang's fingers touched the hilt of the sword lightly, but did not take the sword out of the sheath, but just flicked it lightly, blocking Yan Zhantian's first sword.
"Why, Luo Qingyang wants the sword to beat Yan Zhantian without getting out of the sheath?" Lei Wujie was shocked, "It's too arrogant."
"So fast." Xiao Se frowned slightly.
Yan Zhantian yelled violently and flicked hard, and Luo Qingyang slashed back with the sword.
Yan Zhantian raised his sword, and suddenly there seemed to be thunder in the world.
"This is what Yan Zhantian looked like when his anger was at its peak. I haven't seen it for a long time." Xie Xuan's eyes were full of excitement, and there was a rare excitement.
"Sword out!" Yan Zhantian shouted angrily, swiping the Pojun Sword, and slammed it down.
The second type of angry sword style, one sword anger cut.
"Good sword." Luo Qingyang said lightly, and then slowly raised the sword, blocking it again.
This time, the Jiuge Sword has not been released yet.
Luo Qingyang was within ten feet of a radius of one sword and a man, dust and smoke were everywhere, and the entire land had almost been lifted three feet, but Luo Qingyang still stood leisurely between those square inches, his expression indifferent, and his sword was soft and freehand.
"Back." Yan Zhantian also faintly said a word, that army-breaking sword suddenly came out of its sheath, the sky thunder was alarmed when it was unsheathed, and when it was re-sheathed, the thunder sounded again!
Since it is the last sword, it is inevitable that either you will die or I will die.
Luo Qingyang sighed softly, flicked his finger, silver light appeared, and Jiuge Sword finally came out of its sheath.
Yan Zhantian's anger and sword intent were surging, like a net covering Luo Qingyang in all directions. But Luo Qingyang's sword was indifferent and light, like a needle, a sword pierced the net.
Suddenly the sun shone in.
Break the army sword back to the sheath.
The Nine Songs Sword is scabbed.
Some of the imperial soldiers rubbed his eyes. He had already looked carefully, but everything was in a flash. He seemed to have seen nothing, and the two had already finished fighting.
Yan Zhantian and Luo Qingyang stood opposite each other.
The heavy rain suddenly poured down.
Lei Wujie in the teahouse sighed softly, "What a wonderful matchup."
Ye Ruoyi didn't understand swords, so he was immersed in the ultimate beauty of the last sword. He just said: "The last sword is really beautiful and prosperous, but...who won?"
"Good question, who won." Xie Xuan at the table next door smiled, raised the teacup in his hand and drank it all in one, "Turn around three thousand li, and one sword was once a millionaire. In terms of winning or losing this sword, Vulgar."
"Vulgar is vulgar, but there must be a result." Mu Chunfeng said.
"As a result, there will be naturally." Xie Xuan knocked on the ten thousand books on the table.
"After this battle, the aura of the Tianqi White Palace will never return to the original." Xiao Se said suddenly.
After one sentence, the people in the building who had not yet determined the outcome of this matchup finally got a more accurate answer. And then, everything that happened downstairs also confirmed Xiao Se's words.
Yan Zhantian turned and left, Luo Qingyang inserted the returned Jiuge Sword into the soil.
His question of the sword is not over yet, and he is waiting for the next swordsman to come.
The white king Xiao Chong went downstairs and put a great cloak on Yan Zhantian's body: "Master, you have worked hard."
Under the cloak, Yan Zhantian's hand holding the Po Junjian trembling uncontrollably, he said solemnly: "The skill is not as good as humans, and it didn't help Chong'er."
The White Palace is gone, and now the only chance is for Yan Zhantian to beat Luo Qingyang, then Yan Zhantian's number one position in the world is now. Then there is the White Palace, which is the number one in the world, still has the qualifications to win the Ninth Five-Year Plan. But after Three Swords, even if Yan Zhan Angel had a strong sword that he had never had in his life, he still hadn't beaten Luo Qingyang.
"Well, Master Father is fine." The White King sighed.
"How much success did Luo Qingyang use with this sword?" Li Fansong asked.
Xie Xuan frowned slightly: "Ninety percent? Eighty percent? I can only tell that I haven't tried my best, otherwise Yan Zhantian can't just walk in such a safe and sound state. But as for how much effort I have used, I haven't beaten it. come out."
"Or, Master, you go to fight?" Li Fansong urged.
"I tried my best, and the big deal is about the same as Yan Zhantian just now. You can't beat it, you can't beat it, or you can try it. Anyway, you are still young and you won't be ashamed to lose." Xie Xuan replied.
Li Fansong smiled awkwardly: "I have to hide my sword."
"Oh?" Xie Xuan raised his eyebrows.
Li Fansong suddenly said with a serious face: "Kill, the person who should be killed."
Lei Wujie stood up suddenly.
Ye Ruoyi turned around and said angrily: "Crazy?"
Xiao Se pressed him down with a palm: "Sit down!"
"Why?" Lei Wujie said helplessly, "My two sword immortal masters are not there, and I will ask Luo Qingyang to ask them for their swords."
"Before you become a hero, let's see if there are any other variables." Xiao Se said helplessly.
On the other side of the teahouse, Xiao Yu smiled and said: "It seems that my foster father is the number one in the world. With him in charge, the White Palace is completely hopeless. Yongan Palace, I don't know if I dare to come to the challenge."
"It is said that Mr. Luo has drawn the plaque of Yong'an Palace with a sword. It seems that he has not forgotten the words of His Highness. Xiao Se and the others will not come. Mr. Luo will also look for it." Su Changhe said.
"Dear Sir, you are the number one killer of the underworld, and my foster father is the number one in the world in the Baidao. Who do you think is better than him?" Xiao Yu suddenly asked.
"What I practice is murder, we only talk about life and death, not about victory or defeat. If it is about martial arts, I really inferior to Mr. Luo by a bit, but if you want me to kill him, I am sure about five points." .
"Five points?" Xiao Yu said quietly.
Under the teahouse, the voices of people are noisy.
Many swordsmen onlookers were eager to try, but none of them had the courage to take that step.
Su Muyu opened the oil-paper umbrella to cover the sudden downpour.
Wushuang smiled and said, "I didn't expect your umbrella to really come in handy."
Su Muyu looked down at Wushuang's sword box on the ground: "It's a bit noisy."
Wushuang shrugged: "No way, they can't hold back when they see such a strong sword."
"You don't mean to..." Su Muyu was stunned.
But before he finished speaking, Wushuang suddenly jumped, carrying the Wushuang sword box and already leaped in front of Luo Qingyang.
The heavy rain stopped abruptly.
"It's him!" Lei Wujie was startled.
"Who is he?" Li Fansong and others asked.
"Wushuang, Wushuang of Wushuang City." Xiao Se replied slowly.
Xie Xuan smiled: "Interesting."
"Wushuang City, Wushuang, also come to ask Senior's sword." Wushuang clasped his fist.
The White King who was about to leave suddenly turned around, Wushuang also turned his head to look at him, and smiled at him: "Don't rush away, old friend. You are not the only one who will play in the White Palace, but Senior Yan."