Chapter 426: Sword of National Sorrow

Su Muyu hiding in the crowd suddenly smiled.
There is rarely an obvious look on his face. So many years of assassin’s life has made his heart cold. Don’t laugh, even anger, sadness, and surprise are almost impossible to appear on his face. , But he suddenly smiled. He looked at his arrogance, holding a long sword in his hand, and twelve flying swords hanging beside him. After all, Wushuang couldn't help but smile, and even whispered: "Good boy."
Wushuang raised his eyebrows at Luo Qingyang: "Mr. Luo, how?"
Luo Qingyang nodded: "A good sword, worthy of a peerless swordsman. You are good, it is worth my sword."
"The Twelve Flying Swords and Daming Suzaku appeared together. Such a scene is said to have only been shown by the original Wushuang City Lord. When the thirteen swords came out at that time, Daxuan, who could not be attacked by tens of thousands of troops, was forcibly killed by these thirteen swords A hole was torn out. How lucky we are to see such a peerless sword come back to the world." Xie Xuanjiang slammed the tea cup in his hand, "Boss, change the wine."
"Mr. Xie is here in interest?" Xiao Se smiled.
Xie Xuanlang laughed long: "It's more than just interest, I just want to play the sword and sing. There is nothing in vain today."
Lei Wujie also smiled and said: "I knew this guy was unusual. I didn't expect to be so powerful after a long time. I thought I went to the first floor of the world last time. Brother Li and I are the most swordsman of the younger generation. It's strong, it seems to be a bottom frog."
"What about the frog at the bottom of the well? Anyway, I have opened my eyes today." Li Fansong's tone was also full of excitement.
Whenever a swordsman can see such a prosperous battle, who can hold back the excitement and excitement in his heart?
Yan Zhantian's eyes were slightly dim. He sighed and said to Xiao Chong, "Chong'er, the swordsmanship of this Wushuang City Master is at least above me."
Xiao Chong was taken aback. The strength that Wushuang showed was indeed amazing, but he didn't expect that even the extremely proud and conceited Raging Sword Immortal would claim to be inferior to the 18-year-old.
"Such a young sword fairy." Yan Zhantian said with emotion.
Xiao Chong stared at the two people in the field again. If Wushuang is really above him as Yan Zhantian said, then it is not impossible to fight to beat Gujianxian. If it is true, then Bai The status of the palace in Apocalypse City will change in an instant. He clenched his fist hard, his palms were sweaty.
"Will this person win?" Xiao Yu frowned.
Su Changhe's gasping sound also became low. If it were before, even if Wushuang's twelve flying swords were amazing, but wanting to beat the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, it is no different from the Arabian Nights, but now Daming Suzaku one Is there really such a possibility? He smiled: "What a terrible idea."
Xiao Yu turned the teacup in his hand and said quietly, "There are many terrible things in this world, all stemming from a terrible idea. This thing cannot happen. If he wins, it must be the end of the battle, please kill at all costs. Kill him."
Su Changhe nodded: "Okay."
At this time, Long Xie suddenly turned sideways and bowed his head respectfully: "Supervisor."
When Xiao Yu and Su Changhe turned around, Supervisor Jinxuan also entered the room.
"Supervisor, you are here," Xiao Yu said.
Jin Xuan nodded: "Actually, I've been here long ago. I've been watching from a distance, but now something seems to be happening. It's convenient to have to get closer."
"What do you mean?" Xiao Yu asked.
"If this kid really wins, no matter what the cost...Kill him!" Jin Xuan said sternly.
Xiao Chong suddenly put his hand on the hilt of the sword.
Angry sword style, drew the sword in anger.
Yan Zhantian frowned: "Chong'er, do you want to..."
"If Wushuang wins, half of the people here will not let him leave." Xiao Chong said solemnly.
Above the teahouse, Lei Wujie and Xiao Se looked at each other, both holding the weapon in their hands.
Li Fansong felt the surrounding atmosphere change suddenly, and couldn't help saying: "The two people downstairs are fighting, but what you can feel is that the forces of Apocalypse City are fighting, which is very boring."
Xie Xuan patted Li Fansong on the shoulder: "They fought them. We look at our swords. Whether it's interesting depends on what we mean."
Su Muyu looked at the umbrella in his hand. Above the teahouse on the left were people from Yongan Palace. They might not save Wushuang, but they would certainly not kill him. Under the teahouse are the white king Xiao Chong and Yan Zhantian, Yan Zhantian. Although there is no blood, but his internal strength is chaotic, it is impossible to take a rush. Xiao Chong has achieved success in two skills, one quiet and one angry, under the guidance of Jin Yu and Yan Zhantian. He will definitely help each other by then, and the opposite teahouse is up. In addition to Su Changhe, Shicai also had a powerful aura, it should be Supervisor Jinxuan, they would definitely kill Wushuang at all costs.
How long can one's 18 sword formations stop?
How can Wushuang be taken away smoothly?
Su Muyu lowered his head and thought quickly. He is the most powerful murderer in the entire dark river, but the murderer's plan can be used in reverse, and it can also save people.
Luo Qingyang finally made a sword again.
"In order, this time it's the sword dance-Shao Si Ming?" Li Fansong asked, "But why is the momentum like this, Sheng!"
Xie Xuan was also taken aback, and then shook his head: "It's not a young man! This is the Guoshang, Luo Qingyang directly used the Guoshang!"
"This is the National Sword Dance?" Almost everyone in the room was shocked.
The sword wind danced wildly, and the whistle began! It seems that there are thousands of heroes in that sword wind who are singing tragic!
"Fuck Wu Ge, put on rhino armor, and the car is in the wrong hub, and the car is short.
Jing obscures the sun and the enemy is like a cloud, and the arrows are falling, and the scholars are vying for the first place. "
Xie Xuan flicked his sword and groaned softly to the howling sound.
The sword wind suddenly rose, followed by the sword force.
How to describe that sword power is like thousands of heroes hiding in the clouds, singing with a sledgehammer drum, hoarse, sad and lonely. Thousands of heroes are dead, and the patriotism is immortal.
Be angry.
And sad.
Don't hesitate!
"This is the sword of national sorrow, the most desolate sword, and Luo Qingyang's strongest sword technique."
"What is a national death?"
"On the battlefield, those who "died without courage", as usual, cannot be buried in coffins and buried in the tomb. They are also the masterless ghosts called "Sorrow". Do you know why Luo Qingyang chose Muliang City, In the past, Muliang City was used as the Xiongguan Pass in the west. There were once a hundred thousand army corpses here. Their country was defeated and left in a hurry, leaving only these war dead soldiers lying there, no one constrained, and the corpses were in the wilderness until a century Then it turns into dust. This death is the national death."
"What's the desolation, the desolation that can reach the country?"
Wushuang raised his left hand and surrounded it with twelve flying swords. He leaped forward, and blood suddenly appeared on the Suzaku!