Chapter 1819: War of words

Outside Liantai City, the last ray of slanting sun light shone on the solitary pavilion outside the city, leaving a long shadow on the ground. When you look closely at this pavilion shadow, it is like a long shadow printed on the ground. sword.
Since ancient times, the Baolian Sword Ground has been the site of sword repair for generations.
Therefore, everything on the earth, whether it is a building or a city, has a strong sword repair style, such as this solitary pavilion outside the city.
In fact, in a sense, sword repair belongs to a different kind of the cultivation system of the Taixuan Land. For the entire life of the Taixuan Land, the mainstream cultivation system is the power of the blood in the body, and the sword repair does not pay attention to the blood. .
The swordsman is upright, focused on the state of mind, and understands the sword, but at this time the sword repairmen outside the pavilion, and the sword heart in the sea of ​​knowledge, are covered with a thick layer of haze.
It is true that today’s Baolian Sword Field, with tens of millions of cultivators on the bright side, and the gathering of sword repairmen from all over the world, seems to be unmatched, but the core of the outside is strong, but there are only a few young Daxia masters. Between the words, I was stripped completely.
For these tens of thousands of years, the holy court sitting high in the clouds was like a mouth that sucked bones and marrow, eroding and absorbing the foundation and accumulation of the Baolian swordsmanship little by little.
And even if the Four Sword Sects, who had made up their minds, finally chose to give it a go, He Zong began to fight against the Holy Court, but the strength of the two was already too far apart.
Zhao Yu's plain voice, eloquent words, and every word made the four sword masters and the surrounding sword repairers look pale, but they couldn't speak any rebuttals.
After a while, his face changed slightly, the Lotus Terrace Sword Sovereign, and he slowly exhaled, staring at Zhao Yu in front of him, and slowly said:
"The words of the Lord of the North are serious."
After speaking, Sword Sovereign Lotus Terrace waved his hand to let the ice lotus sword standing aside respect the new seat, and the old voice continued to speak:
"I, Qinglian Sword Sect, has just joined the sect, but the so-called journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and the foundation of sword repair in the world is always there.
"The old man believes that as long as we work together, we will be able to know the shame and be courageous, and recast the glory of the sword."
Liantai Jianzun said this, neither humble nor overbearing, and then he continued to stare at the overly young figure in front of him, and said again:
"Say a thousand words and ten thousand, the old man still said the same thing. Your country needs help in the Central Plains of the Supreme Profound Land. The same is true for my Qinglian Jianzong. Therefore, mutual assistance and mutual benefit are a win-win situation.
"The old man and the sword repairers around him all believe that if your country Daxia, if you conclude an agreement with my Qinglian Sword Sect, it will be profitable and harmless."
As soon as the black-clothed old woman said this, Zhao Yu, who was sitting alone behind the desk, frowned slightly, and then the young emperor straightened his body and opened his mouth with a soft voice:
"Mutual benefit is mutual benefit without harm. I actually don't think so."
After finishing the sentence, Zhao Yu spoke again, and with the voice of the majestic Emperor Wei, he burst out again:
"I feel that your Baolian sword ground thought that I came to this place in the early summer of the Great Profound Realm and had never seen the world, so I drew a cake for me, dug a hole, and waited for me to jump in."
As soon as the emperor's voice came out, the faces of the four swordsmen in front of Zhao Yu all changed again, opening their mouths:
"Lord of the North, where did these words come from?"
When the voice fell, Zhao Yu raised his hand to the rear with a gentle move, and then Sima Annan with a smile on his face took a step forward, raised his hand and grabbed a folding fan, unceremoniously, directly lit the black-clothed old woman in front of him, and opened his mouth. It was a low drink:
"What our majesty meant is that Qinglian Sword Sect had no good intentions and directly used my Daxia as a spearman. It is really hateful!"
Sima Annan's remarks were no more than a bolt from the blue sky, which blew up directly outside this lotus platform city.
"boom."
At the next breath, the anger of a Jianxiu blazed once again, and he directly opened his mouth and yelled at him:
"It's too deceiving!"
Then Lei Lian Sword Sovereign, who was already hot-tempered, directly pressed the desk in front of him, and the cold voice, together with the billowing thunder sword intent, resounded in the sword pavilion:
"Northern human race, my Baolian swordsman thinks that you are weak in Daxia, so I want to form an offensive and defensive alliance, but I unexpectedly be scolded for being unkind. I really think that my Qinglian Jianzong is a chicken and tile dog. Bullying?
"You must know that if the holy court comes out in full force and swallows the world, you still want to be alone in the northern realm. The deity tells you that it is a dream. If you light your identity as a human race, you will inevitably suffer from the poison of the holy court!"
Thunder sword intent surged from inside the body of Sword Master Lei Lian, rushing forward in waves, but after a short while, it was swallowed without a trace.
Then Sima Annan opened the folding fan with a swipe, the corners of his mouth raised, and he spit out unhurriedly:
"Before Wu Daxia was poisoned, your Baolian swordsmanship must have died ahead."
"you!"
"Don't talk about the so-called mutual benefit, offensive and defensive alliances. As your Majesty said, the foundation of our great summer is in the far north, and Er et al. estimate that based on this, they believe that our country has not entered the core of the Central Plains The land’s ambition and strength."
The words Sima Annan continued to speak became colder and colder, and then he took a step forward. The young but oppressive voice once again lingered in everyone's ears:
"You don't worry about our country's threat to the Baolian swordland in the Central Plains of Taixuan. This is one of them, and the second point is that once this alliance is established, you have no worries.
"How far is the distance between the Northern Territory and the Taixuan Central Plains? If Da Xiazhen is invaded by a foreign enemy in the future, you can march slowly and spend all your time on the road.
"But my Daxia is different, because the lord of my Daxia is here!"
At this point, Sima Annan lifted this fan and pushed it heavily to the ground below him, and the high voice continued to roll out:
"The overhaul of the holy court just raged in the lair of the treasure lotus sword field waiting for you. You are in fear and fear, because you don't know if the holy court will send another army to come.
"Therefore, you urgently need to find a bargaining chip, even if it is comfort in your heart, or even a backstop.
"Just imagine, today your Majesty is here waiting for Baolian Swordsmanship to conclude this offensive and defensive covenant, and tomorrow this news will spread directly to the entire Supreme Profound Land.
"At that time, all the forces in the core place will know that Wu Daxia has not even held the World Dao Association, and will intervene in the original dispute, and even stand directly on the opposite side of the holy court."
After speaking, Sima Annan flicked his white robe and sleeves again, and an interested voice came out:
"This is undoubtedly a great good thing for you. With just a piece of empty paper, you can firmly tie our country to your boat, but it will make my big summer pit not light, and directly set up a big one on the bright side. The enemy.
"In fact, to put it bluntly, Er et al. tried to find ways to unite. After all, it was because it was too weak. Compared with the holy court, Er et al's odds of winning could not be lower.
"My Daxia has not been born in the northern realm ever since he was born in the land of the Supreme Profound Realm, because if you want to say that you can know too much about us, that's not necessarily true.
"Actually, you don't care how strong my Daxia is, because most of my strength is always far away in the North Sea, and what you need is an offensive and defensive alliance to attract more forces to join, so that the holy court can throw a rat.
"Is this young man right?"