Song of Adolescence

Su Muyu took the sword suddenly.

Xie Qidao, who had just raised the knife, also stopped.

They looked at the person in front of them. The reason they had been entangled with Lei Wujie, Tang Lian and others for a long time was because they were waiting for this person to take action. They have heard a lot about this person, and they came for him on this trip. The purpose was twofold, one to confirm his identity, and two to kill him.

The person in front of me was holding a long stick, which was painted with weird talisman seals. He passed by Lei Wujie, stood in front of Lei Wujie, forced Su Muyu back, and shocked Xie Qidao. It only depends on two words——

Domineering.

Not only the domineering martial arts master, but also the domineering of the king!

Xiao Se finally took out the long stick that was always hung around his waist. The long stick was extremely long, with a piece of jade at the tip of the stick, flowing red **** light, and the stick was painted with seals, like Suppress the devil hidden in the stick.

"Promise stick." Xie Qidao walked to Su Muyu's side.

Su Muyu nodded: "It is said that there are many dead souls under the stick, and it is a very fierce stick, so it must be sealed with a talisman."

"Before you always stood in front of me. This time, I will protect you again." Xiao Se squeezed the long stick, raised his head, and looked at Su Muyu and Xie Qidao, but said to Lei Wujie and others. of.

Ye Ruoyi felt that the blood all over her body was about to boil, and she exclaimed in her heart: That's it, that's it. This is the bleak he knew back then! That bleak looking at the world, no one is looking at it!

"Xiao Se, but you!" Sagong Qianluo said anxiously. Xiao Se had been in a coma for many days even with their internal strength, how could he be the opponent of the two Patriarchs of the Dark River.

"Don't worry." Xiao Se looked back at Sikong Qianluo and said with a smile.

Xiao Se seldom laughs, and occasionally laughs are often more ridicule than happiness, but this smile is very gentle, as warm as the afternoon sun, as soft as the moonlight in the middle of the night, like the dew on the green leaves in the morning, crystal clear and pure.

Sikong Qianluo seemed dumbfounded at that moment.

But the next moment, Xiao Se had already turned his head, and his eyes suddenly changed. No longer gentle, but fierce, with a flying suit, his aura is even better than that of Lei Wujie, who is forcibly carrying the art of burning fire to the highest realm!

"Xiao Se, you really are a master." Lei Wujie finally fell to the ground, "but you masters, can't you come out earlier? I must be a hero if I can't walk!"

"I also want to be a hero sooner." Xiao Se's anger rose again, and the blue shirt danced wildly, "If you don't die."

Tang Lian was so startled that her eyes widened: "Xiao Se, you can go straight into that happy heaven!"

Xiao Se suddenly raised the stick, and the long stick exploded like a flower in the air.

One stick flower, two stick flowers, three stick flowers!

It flashed into ten flowers and a hundred flowers.

Thousands of thousands!

"You really are Xiao..." Xie Qidao looked at the stick flower and shouted.

"Yes! I am!" Before Xie Qidao finished speaking, Xiao Se had already answered first. He jumped up at the same time and smashed his head at Su Muyu and Xie Qidao.

Su Muyu's pupils suddenly tightened, and he turned around, piercing a sword, and the sword's head was also sharp.

Xie Qidao's muscles were knotted all over, and he swiped the long sword, and with a desperate wave, the blade was full of wind.

But not enough, not enough.

Not enough to resist Xiao's stick!

This stick is the horror that exterminates the heavens and the earth, the exquisite beauty of grace, and the irresistible hegemony, as well as that, without a trace.

When a stick comes out, there is no limit, no end, no end.

Promise!

Su Muyu retreated sharply, his heart sword shook more than ever, and he wanted to get out again.

Xie Qidao also withdrew, and the hand holding the sword was trembling. He had already smelled that smell for the second time. The last time was when Li Hanyi's life and death sword that entered the Profound Realm of Li Hanyi was taken. The smell of death is so strong!

When he took a stick, Xiao Se suddenly paused, the stick turned to the sky, and his eyes looked at the ground. At the moment of pause, time seemed to have stopped in an instant.

Everyone present had an illusion, it was as if there was only one suit and a long stick left in the ocean.

After a while, everything was stagnant, and the long stick danced out a flower again, and the tip of the flower was bright.

Time stretched out again.

It's the second stick!

Hit the head again!

"Retreat!" Su Muyu screamed.

"Kill!" Xie Qidao moved forward, holding the knife fiercely. His name was Xie Qidao. Because of killing, he never exceeded seven swords. His legend has ended in Li Hanyi, and the legend needs to kill a more important person if he wants to rise again. The person in front of him was his opportunity. He didn't hesitate to wield his strong knife.

The seventh knife, kill the gods.

A stick, like a cloud breaking out, carrying the potential of the world!

With one slash, if the Jedi culled, it would be cruel to kill the gods!

The sticks and knives intersect, and after an instant, only the shadow of the stick is seen, not the light of the knife!

One hand grabbed Xie Qidao's collar and slammed him back, a sword of cold light broke out, and resisted the tip of the club.

If it was an ordinary sword, it would have broken every inch.

But this sword ranks third in the world-Heart Sword.

But still being forced to retreat by the long stick.

Take three steps back.

Depressed nearly three steps.

Take six steps back!

Xiao Se is close to six steps!

How many people in the world can stop the world's number one light gong - ride the wind and step on the clouds, and the world's number one stick technique - the Promise Stick?

"Broken!" Xie Qidao suddenly yelled, and the long knife in his hand split into seven pieces instantly. He stepped forward and waved his hand, and the seven pieces of blade fragments forced towards the long stick.

Since one knife can't stop it, I use seven.

No, nine handles!

There are also two punches, with fists as the edge.

"Fall!" Xiao Se's long stick swirled around him and stood still.

Finally took the stick.

The fragments of the seven-handle blade were firmly inserted in front of him.

Xie Qidao and Su Muyu stood still after taking another ten steps. The sleeves of Xie Qidao's hands were shattered, and blood was running across his arms. He was panting heavily, and he was already speechless. He fought against Li Hanyi, and broke the long knife that had followed him for decades. Now he is fighting bleak and broke another one. No matter what the final result of this battle, there will be no more legends of Xie Qidao in the rivers and lakes. .

And the young man in front of him who seemed to be in his early twenties was able to force the two parents of Underwater to fight with one stick. Even if they could not determine the identity of each other before, they finally no longer need to doubt. The only person who can obtain the true biography of Ji Ruofeng, the master of Baixiaotang, who has practiced the Promise Stick and Riding the Wind to reach this level is the Six Prince, who entered the Happy Heaven Realm at the age of seventeen and is the only candidate known as the Prince!

"Sure enough, you are King Yongan." Su Muyu held Xie Qidao all over, and reached the ground with a sword in one hand, "Xiao Chuhe."

Xiao Se stood still with a stick, his expression unchanged, and looked coldly: "What about it?"