Chapter 427: Next sword

"Although the sword is a magic sword, if the swordsman is upright, why is it necessary to care so much?" Xie Xuan spilled the wine in his hand on the ground, "such a good sword, respect it."
Wushuang jumped down, the twelve flying swords around him had been blown back into the Wushuang sword box by the sword wind, and only the Daming Suzaku in the last hand was left!
Like a phoenix born in flames, it is stunningly beautiful, a sword that tore through the sky!
And Luo Qingyang lifted the Jiuge Sword gently, still bleak as the wind, the tragedy of the hero in the sword wind seemed to have come to an end, no longer just the beginning of the heroic and high-pitched, but became low and long!
The two swords collided.
The Jiuge Sword suddenly returned to its sheath, and the sword wind suddenly stopped.
Wushuang held the Daming Suzaku abruptly back. He waved his hand, and the Daming Suzaku returned to the sword case. With a stroke of his hand, the sword case closed suddenly.
"Who won?" Li Fansong asked.
Lei Wujie shook his head, but he didn't see it either.
Xiao Se frowned and looked at Wushuang, but he didn't seem to see it.
The two stood opposite each other, and it seemed that no one had a problem.
Luo Qingyang nodded and said, "It is an honor for them to have disciples like you in Wushuang City."
Wushuang also clasped his fist and said, "The sword of the senior is not like the sword of the world, and the junior is eye-opening."
"Okay." Some of the swordsmen onlookers shouted, and the other swordsmen couldn't help cheering loudly.
"So this game is a draw?" Lei Wujie asked in surprise.
"Wait, Wushuang him!" Ye Ruoyi suddenly shouted.
Under the teahouse, Wushuang suddenly knelt on the ground, spitting out blood. He smiled bitterly: "It's lost."
Luo Qingyang sighed softly: "If you practice for another ten years, then the sword in your hand may really beat me. What a pity."
"What a pity?" Wushuang murmured.
This "a pity" may have many meanings.
Today, it is a pity that you did not defeat me.
You are still too young to use the full strength of the Wushuang Sword Box, which is a pity.
And, it's a pity that such a young boy will die here today.
Luo Qingyang's Jiuge suddenly pulled out again.
Xiao Yu was overjoyed when he saw this: "Foster father did not forget the purpose of this trip!"
"Luo Qingyang wants to kill him!" Lei Wujie was shocked, his heart sword suddenly unsheathed, but it was too late!
Xiao Chong, Xiao Se, Lei Wujie, and Su Muyu almost felt Luo Qingyang's killing intent at that moment, and they all tried to draw their swords, but they also understood clearly at that moment.
That's too late.
Luo Qingyang's sword is too fast.
Wushuang smiled sadly: "Are you going to die here today."
Luo Qingyang's sword has pierced Wushuang's forehead!
But a sword rushed towards him.
It was a very ordinary sword. Although it looked handsome and beautiful, it could be seen that the material was ordinary and the work was excellent, just like the one bought at a roadside smithy for some silver.
But this sword has a nice name.
Ten thousand books.
read more, walk more.
The Jiuge Sword was unsheathed and then back sheathed again.
With a light flick of the Wanjuanshu, Xie Xuan took a step back and retracted the sword into its sheath.
"Why did Mr. Xie stop me?" Luo Qingyang asked slowly.
"For such a good young man, such a piece of beautiful jade, Brother Luo should be a person who cherishes his talents and loves his talents, not a villain who is jealous of talents. Why did he kill him?" Xie Xuan asked.
Luo Qingyang shook his head: "I have my reasons."
Xie Xuan smiled: "But you can't kill this person today. If you succeeded just now, then you could be called a failure, but now I am standing here, if you want to kill him, then you really kill him. I don't allow it. , His Royal Highness White King over there doesn't allow it, His Highness Yong'an King upstairs doesn't allow it, and the swordsmen in the world here might not allow it."
Xiao Yu turned around and said to Jin Xuan and Su Changhe, "Didn't you say you want to kill him at all costs? Can you still do it now?"
Jin Xuan sighed: "I'm afraid it's going to be impossible now, all eyes are on. What's more, Xie Xuan stopped there."
"Xie Xuan? Is the Confucian Sword Immortal very powerful? He is only the third on the list, and the foster father is the top!" Xiao Yu said angrily.
"But Xie Xuan, the Confucian Sword Immortal, is just that. Everyone thinks that when he is only that powerful, he will suddenly become more powerful. What he showed has never been his true strength." Su Changhe replied.
"Damn it!" Xiao Yu angrily threw the tea cup in his hand to the ground.
Downstairs, Luo Qingyang finally took a step back, stretched out his hand gently, and said, "Let's go."
"Thanks to Brother Luo." Xie Xuan walked with Wu Fang.
Wushuang smiled hard: "Thanks to this gentleman."
"If you really thank me, go back and practice your sword, don't lose next time." Xie Xuan smiled.
Wushuang nodded: "That's natural."
Xie Xuan brought Wushuang to Xiao Chong's front: "His Royal Highness, this is your friend, so I will return it to you."
Xiao Chong stepped forward to take Wushuang, and looked at Xie Xuan gratefully: "Thanks to Mr."
"No thanks. Back then, I was your teacher in the school for several months, so why see outside." Xie Xuan patted Xiao Chong on the shoulder.
Above the teahouse, seeing Wushuang safe and sound, Xiao Se and Lei Wujie both let out a long sigh of relief.
Luo Qingyang turned around and inserted the Jiuge Sword on the ground, raised his head, the sound was not loud, but everyone in the court heard clearly.
"But there are people?"
Even if the onlookers were still thinking of trying their hands at first, they could see the peerless duel between Yan Zhantian, Wushuang and Luo Qingyang, who didn't know how many catties he had, who would dare to try his sword? If you lose face and don't say it, you will lose your life for fear.
The audience suddenly fell silent.
Xiao Yu sneered: "They are all cowards."
But as soon as the voice fell, I saw a red dress falling from the teahouse. It was a young boy as young as Wushuang, wearing a red dress with his chest wide open, showing his knotted muscles, but his face was extremely delicate. With a grin, it seems to be in a good mood.
Xiao Se and Ye Ruoyi looked at each other. Just now, the two of them were only attracted by Wushuang's affairs. They were slightly distracted for a while, and then accidentally ignored Lei Wujie.
"Who is coming?" someone in the crowd asked.
Lei Wujie smiled and raised his hand slightly, the heart sword was out of its sheath.
Someone in the field recognized this sword at a glance: "The fourth sword in the world, Xin!"
"Xueyue City Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi, Lei Jiabao Lei Jian Xian Lei Bang's disciple, Jianxin Tomb Jianxin heir, Lei Wujie, come to ask the sword!" Lei Wujie clasped his fist and said loudly.
Xiao Se sighed: "This fool, do you think the longer the title in front of you, the more aggressive it is?"
"Okay." Luo Qingyang nodded, holding the hilt of Jiuge Sword in his hand.
"Wait, wait, wait." Lei Wujie hurriedly waved his hand to stop him, swallowed, "Wait a minute!"