Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4848: Damn it

Diqing also opened her eyes, and then the old **** was sitting there, closing her eyes and raising her mind.

He has never been interested in the results that have been doomed before they have begun.

A simple argument about swords is launched in Tiangong.

The little emperor who does not take the sword as his way, will soon become complete with the sword way, even in the ancestor level, he will be able to fight against the sword immortal.

Even Jian Wushuang only needs to release any form of Xinghehuhaijianyi, and he can be defeated immediately.

But he didn’t do it. This was a harmless and elegant sword. No matter who lost or won, it was nothing but a rise.

Swords are rising like magnificent flying fish, magnificent.

Jian Wushuang is holding a real sword, and he only resists.

But Xiaodijun didn’t know whether it was the rise of alcoholism, or he couldn’t help it. A powerful sword cut, vigorously slashed down, even the diffusing power of the air was cut off.

The atmosphere becomes more subtle.

Originally a relaxed discussion of the sword, as the little emperor passed by, and the murderous sword intentions raged, all Yanxian present at the scene looked dignified.

Chunqiu had already put his palm on the short dagger at his waist, and he was already light-edged, just waiting for Jian Wushuang to get any trauma, he could burst suddenly.

Cui Jing saw the breath of change in the spring and autumn, and he dignified, and also pressed the black stick around his waist.

Diqing has always closed her eyes and nourished her spirit, and she seems to care nothing about the outside world.

Zhao Ting's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he seemed to be planning something.

Wei Liujia's face is more anxious. In his view, Jian Wushuang was forced to retreat, apparently not Xiao Xiaojun's opponent.

But the sword's two-sided color is quite calm from the beginning to the end, even if it is facing the sword style that emerges from the murder, it is easily resolved.

When resisting to the 767th sword, the abrupt change became abrupt.

The real sword in Jian Wu’s hands without any signs broke into two pieces, and Xiao Dijun’s vigorously heavy sword was also severely cut on his shoulders, smashing its entire pipa bone directly. !

Chun Qiu and Cui Jing got up directly, but Chen Qing was suddenly held in shape.

"Don’t want the sword brothers to do anything, don’t mess up!"

The atmosphere is dead, and the little emperor seems to be sober from the drink, and his eyes are shocked. He unconsciously releases the sword handle and touches him, "Sword, Brother Sword, I didn't mean it."

Jian Wushuang stepped back half a step, avoiding his palms, and his complexion remained unchanged. "It’s okay, there will be times when the sword is injured."

After he finished, he reached out and took the soft sword from the bone of the pipa, and threw it to the little emperor.

"I'm overwhelmed with alcohol, so I leave first."

Jian Wushuang turned away, and drops of blood dropped from his shoulders and printed on the ground.

Yi Qing, who originally closed her eyes and nourished her eyes, opened her eyes without looking at other people, and immediately followed behind Jian Wushuang.

Chun Qiu immediately opened Chen Qing's palm and left quickly.

Then Cui Jing also left directly.

Zhao Ting, Wei Liujia glanced at Xiao Dijun, and left.

Soon, only Chen Qing and some Yanxian guards were left in this huge palace.

"Little Emperor," Chen Qing got up, and his face also changed slightly, "You are too impulsive..."

"Go away." He looked straight at the door of the hall where the hole opened.

Chen Qingwei sighed and left without saying much.

Death in the Temple of Heaven.

Little Emperor's complexion turned from pale to ruddy, and the roots of the palms of his palms holding the hilt were pale.

"His mother!"

He was furious, and with a real sword, he suddenly chopped down the case where Jin Wei was placed and overturned it.

"His mother! Damn it, are you going to take the seat!"

The little emperor is completely angry, his face is almost mad, and he wields his sword to overthrow all the plans, making the entire Tiangong chaotic.

The thin purple robe has been standing behind him, neither blocking nor speaking.

"A group of **** things, can't tell who the owner is, when the seat is the air? The seat is the Chu Jun, the future emperor of the big division!"

A louder anger resounded in the Temple of Heaven.

When his voice gradually weakened, the thin purple robe stepped forward in time and handed a pure white silk cloth, "Your Highness is angry."

Little Emperor coughed heavily, holding the silk cloth tightly around the corner of his mouth, "Sword Wushuang! Sword Wushuang! You **** it!"

"Did you see it? With this block of swords, he didn't even use a bit of swordsmanship, he looked down on me! In his eyes, there was no me from beginning to end!"

"Not just him, did you see the group of guys that he brought back? Did everyone dare to go against this seat?! Especially after I cut the sword to Jian Wushuang, the group he brought back Does the guy dare to want to do something with me?"

The thin purple robe has been listening quietly, and at the end, he said quietly, "His Royal Highness, you forgot, Jian Wushuang is not your subject, but your friend, you should not govern the subject The set is on him."

"Do you even want to take the seat?" The little emperor's voice was slightly angry.

"Don't dare, I'm just saying what I should say, Jian Wushuang is not your vassal, but a friend." The thin and purple robe finished, looking at him meaningfully.

"Friend? My son has no brothers, how can there be friends?" His voice could not hear any emotions, empty and unknown.

I don’t know how long, Xiao Dijun turned to look at the thin purple robe, "Do you know how the real sword in Jian Wu’s hands is broken?"

"I used my hands and feet to destroy the Jianxin deliberately. I did this kind of hands and feet deliberately to win him once. Are you ridiculous?"

Skinny purple robe whispered, "Your Highness does nothing wrong, but this kind of beating can only be used between the subjects."

Little Emperor said again, "Is this sword completely cut off the connection between us?"

"Yes, not again."

"I want to make up, how to do it?"

"Compensation."

......

In the spacious hall, the atmosphere is depressed and dull.

Jian Wushuangjing sits in front of a case and closes his eyes to refresh himself, as if nothing has happened.

Chun Qiu looks cold, and his palm never leaves the hilt of his waist.

Diqing sat next to him in the same posture, with some playfulness in his eyes.

"This is not like your style of acting. I have accompanied you along the way and figured out your character, but today this scene still made me unexpected."

"Are you not dealing with him, are you afraid of Zhen Wuyang behind him, or are you treating him as a friend?"

Jian Wushuang opened his eyes, "Zhen Wuyang? I have never been afraid for a moment. As for him as a friend? I never even thought about it."

"This sword is considered to be something he gave me back."

Nodded secretly and nodded, a guy who participated in the assassination of the five emperors' sons and fights against the second emperor's sons, I'm afraid he really didn't take Zhenwuyang into his eyes.