Chapter 93: Sword of Killing

The five elders looked at each other a few times. They didn't hear that Song Yan had accepted a talented disciple in recent years. It was just a young disciple. How big a wave could it make? But after many years, she became another Song Yan. Having one more swordsman like this is not a big advantage for Wushuang City. So they didn't care, but at this moment, their eyes were emitting a sharp light.
Like an eagle.
The Wushuang Sword Box, that was the life-like weapon of the generations of Wushuang City Lord Zhen, but she had to shelved it. The twelve flying swords in the sword box, one long sword, were left by the original city lord. The city lord raised the sword with blood, and finally the heart sword was integrated. It can control the sword in the box at the same time, and the flying sword takes the head of a person. One box is the only one in the world. But for a hundred years, no one can wake up the person in the sword box, but Song Yanhui unexpectedly found this person.
"Moreover, at his age, he can actually control five flying swords at the same time." The elder frowned slightly.
Ye Songtao was also shocked. He had naturally heard the legend of the Wushuang sword box, but seeing the young boy in front of him was young, he didn't expect that the legendary sword box in his hand was the legendary sword box. As soon as the five cold rays came out, he hurriedly drew out the sword. Want to block. He was also the leader of the previous generation of disciples in Wushuang City, but he was defeated by Song Yanhui everywhere, and later left Wushuang City and wandered through the rivers and lakes alone. But the realm is far from the current Song Yanhui. The five elders found him only because of his identity and Song Yanhui, who is more and more difficult to control than his martial arts, and a puppet with a vain name is not bad. No.
But Ye Songtao didn't want to miss this opportunity. It took him more than ten years to wait for such an opportunity. He didn't want to miss it, so he drew out the Soulbreaker and swiped it with all his strength. The sword is like a tide, grand and domineering.
He strode forward: "What about flying swordsmanship, why would I be afraid of you?" A sword flew two flying swords, turned around and avoided one, and then swiped it again, and then cut another.
Only one left! Ye Songtao thought, but the hand around Zhirou suddenly turned around and flew up from under him. He suddenly stretched out his left hand and grasped the flying sword. He was ecstatic in his heart: I blocked it! I blocked it! I blocked all five flying swords!
He suddenly saw a cold air hit, and he suddenly raised his head, but saw a flying sword rushing towards him, stopping at the center of his eyebrows, and the sword was spinning rapidly, as if it would move forward an inch at any time. Ye Songtao's legs softened and he almost fell to his knees.
Wushuang smiled and said, "Your sword is called Duanpao, and my flying sword is called'Killing'. It's also considered you come and go."
"It's Duanhun. Not Duanbao." Lu Yudi reminded him.
Wushuang nodded, "Oh, it's Ye Songzi's Soulbreaker."
Lu Yudi helplessly: "It's Ye Songtao."
Wushuang smacked his lips: "I want to eat pine nuts."
"Yanhui, you have a good apprentice, and you can control six flying swords at the same time. Such a talent has not been encountered in Wushuang City for a hundred years." The elder suddenly said, "It's just that the sword refers to the elders of the sect. Be disrespectful."
"Disrespect?" Wushuang suddenly hooked his finger, and the killer suddenly turned a corner, and rushed towards the elder.
The great elder didn't change his face. He just waved his sleeves lightly, but the flying sword stopped one foot in front of him. He gently touched the blade of the flying sword and said quietly: "Young people have superb talents and deserve praise, but don't put your elders too far in your eyes."
"The old man is very powerful, why don't you be the lord of the city?" Wushuang looked at the seemingly kind-looking old man with interest.
The elder shook his head: "I am old."
"I'm quite young, do you think I can be the lord of the city?" Wushuang raised his eyebrows.
The Great Elder turned his head, looked at Song Yanhui, and said solemnly: "Yanhui, you have cultivated a master of the unparalleled sword box."
Song Yan nodded back: "Yes."
"Such a person should bring Wushuang City back to the time when the world is truly unparalleled." The elder's eyes were biting.
Song Yan's eyes suddenly became a little illusory, and she just murmured, "Does the fate of a city really fall into the hands of a child?"
"Master, although I have a bad memory, I am not a child. I am Wushuang, a Wushuang in the world. From the time I call this name, am I destined to be in this position?" Wushuang retracted Wushuang. Feijian stood up with the sword box on his back, and said, "Master, give me a seat."
Song Yanhui actually stood up, Wushuang turned around and wanted to sit down.
"Bold!" An elder stood up and shouted angrily, "Even if you are the owner of the Wushuang sword box, without the approval of our five elders, you can't sit in this position!"
"I'm still sitting on it." Wushuang put the sword box in front of him, and sat down, "How?"
The elder took a step forward suddenly, Wushuang suddenly opened the sword case again.
Flying sword.
Ten handles!
Yunsuo, Qingshuang, Fengxiao, Hongye, Butterflies, Jueying, Killing, Satisfaction, Yuruyi, Rouzhirou.
All flew in front of the elder. The elder stopped and was shocked.
Wushuang smiled slightly: "Old man, you said this position, can I sit on it?"
The elder nodded and said: "Yes."
"Okay." Wushuang said with a smile, "It is said that the five elders are coming, so please bring your city lord to see you."
Outside Wushuang City, a team of people is preparing to go into the city. In the middle of the convoy was a wagon with a purple roof and golden roof. The person sitting inside opened the curtain and revealed a childish face. It was a twelve or three-year-old boy. The young boy took a look and said to another person in the carriage: "Master, here it is."
The other person was sitting there, with a handsome face and an elegant manner, but always closed his eyes, and just nodded: "According to the agreement, the old men should be ready. Tell the convoy, go straight into the city."
The young boy shook his head: "The guardian said, don't let in."
"Don't let in?" There was a bit of surprise in the man's voice.
"Dare to ask the son of the city, but his surname is Xiao." Suddenly a voice came.
The toddler hurriedly lifted the opening curtain and looked up.
"Who is it?" the man in the carriage asked.
"It's a boy in white clothes with a long box beside it." The boy replied.
As soon as the young boy finished speaking, the white-clothed boy in the city suddenly jumped down holding the long box and fell in front of him, directly pulling the entire curtain of the carriage.
"Bold!" the boy scolded. At the same time, the attendants around the carriage pulled out their swords in an instant.
"In Xia Wushuang City, the new city lord Wushuang, I have something to chat with Young Master Xiao." Wushuang grinned.
The young boy widened his eyes and looked at the elegant young man who was always closed behind him, but after hesitating for a while, the young man nodded slightly.
"Fortunately, in the next Xiao Chong."