Song of Adolescence

There was a scream, but it was the killer who led the formation.

After this scream, the assassins who had been carelessly guarded suddenly got a shock. They clenched the weapons in their hands one by one, and their murderous aura suddenly appeared!

"It seems that Confucian Sword Immortal thought of breaking the formation?" The killer leading the formation said in a deep voice.

Xie Xuan nodded: "Yes."

"May enlighten me." With a wave of the leading assassin's hand, the five silver small axes immediately attacked Xie Xuan from five directions.

Yama silver axe, evil spirits pave the way!

In the eyes of the leading assassin, since Xie Xuan had made the decision to break into the formation, even if he was a master among the five sword immortals, he was already a dead man now.

Xie Xuan suddenly roared loudly, a sword flower danced out of the ten thousand scrolls in his hand, and five silver axes flew out suddenly. He shouted: "Why are you afraid of burial in the world and barren mountains in troubled times. The red robe roars like thunder, worthy of a lifetime of youth madness!

"Enter!"

With a wave of Xie Xuan's sword pointing to the sky, he, who had been Confucian and elegant all his life, suddenly became so imposing!

The twelve killers set off in an instant, and the long swords, sharp swords, and silver axe attacked Xie Xuan's twelve vital points at the same time.

Xie Xuangao drank and waved the sword in his hand. He fought twelve people alone, but he did not lose sight of the wind. He drew a circle around him with a long sword. No matter how sinister the offensive of the twelve killers was, they could not break through. This circle. But in the same way, this circle is also his prison, no matter how peerless Xie Xuan's sword power is, it can't break a gap.

Every sword and every axe of the twelve killers is as if they have been trained tens of thousands of times in an orderly manner, drip-proof and impeccable!

Feixuan glanced at Li Fansong, and Li Fansong also looked at Feixuan. After a long time, Li Fansong asked, "Is there no one to care about us?"

Feixuan nodded in embarrassment: "It seems...yes. I don't think anyone will care if we leave now."

"Damn, it looks down on people too much." Li Fansong rushed forward when he mentioned Qingxiao Sword and Zuige Sword without saying a word.

However, a small silver axe suddenly broke out and flew straight towards him. If Li Fansong leaves by himself at this time, no one will care about him, but since he wants to break the formation. Then in the twelfth hour of the earthly branch, naturally someone specially prevents others from breaking the formation!

"I'm the only disciple under Zhao Yuzhen's seat, Li Fansong! Show me good!" Li Fansong shouted angrily, and the two swords slashed away at the silver axe.

However, the offensive of that silver axe was several times better than he had imagined. He cut back five handles as soon as he saw Xie Xuan's sword. He thought that this Yan Luo silver axe was just a trivial matter. He retreated slightly, and the immeasurable sword energy rose again, cutting the silver axe in half. He leaped forward and stabbed forward again.

But this time, it was twelve weapons that greeted him. Swords, knives, axes, and halberds were all slashed at him. He was shocked, but saw someone grabbing his sleeves and violently Pulling forward, it is the Confucian sword fairy Xie Xuan. With a point to his toes, he held Li Fansong in his left hand and a sword in his right, and forced the twelve killers away.

"You shouldn't have come in." Xie Xuan sighed.

Li Fansong said sternly: "Senior, although swordsmanship is not good, he will never be the coward who runs away!"

"You can put me down and chase Li Hanyi first, and help is even more needed over there," Xie Xuan said.

Li Fansong smiled and said: "Senior. Leave me, you go first, I will be fine. The heroes in the novels are dead, and this sentence cannot deceive us young people."

Xie Xuan shook his head and stopped explaining. He is a Confucian sword immortal, he said that it is okay, then it is naturally okay, where there is kung fu and hypocrisy with these juniors.

He let go of Li Fansong, held the sword in place and turned around, suddenly shouting loudly again!

"The drums are like thunder, and eight thousand lone souls are on the stage!" Xie Xuan jumped up, he was still one man with one sword, but behind him, there seemed to be the madness of thousands of horses galloping! He closed his eyes with a sword in the air, and the night wind blew his white shirt with an unspeakable demeanor, and then his chanting did not stop. He paused for a while and came back domineering again, "Who ever wanted to be in this life? , I'll be alone! I can live up to your expectations!"

"Broken the formation!"

Xie Xuan swung a sword.

Landing.

Collect the sword.

Behind him came the sound of weapons breaking and falling, and the weapons in the hands of the twelve assassins were instantly broken.

The blood on the assassin's chest spread again. He looked at his chest in disbelief, and slowly asked, "What sword technique is this?"

"For three hundred years, the West Yue Kingdom was destroyed by the country. The last three thousand armors were besieged by twenty thousand strong soldiers. The last three thousand light cavalry were killed in battle, but one person still broke the army with the crown prince under five years old. Come out." Xie Xuan slowly walked to Feixuan's side, carrying the bookcase beside Feixuan, "I just used not swordsmanship, but marksmanship."

"Broken formation spear. The spear is the king of a hundred soldiers, and your formation is absolutely vital, but what the spear is best at is to survive from the dead." Xie Xuan ignored them and walked forward on his own.

The assassin who led the formation finally threw forward and fell to the ground. There was no sound. The other eleven assassins slowly retreated back into the darkness. Li Fansong and Feixuan froze for a while, then immediately followed.

"Sir, the two poems just now are so heroic, are they made by the predecessors?" Li Fansong followed Xie Xuan with the bookcase on his back. The two people looked at the distance, and they were indeed somewhat similar.

"That is the battle song of the West Vietnam. The first half is called the tune into the battle, which is about the soldiers who will not hesitate to enter the battle for the savior. The second half is called the tune of the broken battle, which means that the whole army died in battle, one person and eight thousand Lonely souls are in the final battle together." Xie Xuan replied slowly.

"It's really eye-opening, but why is Mr. so indifferent?" Fei Xuan asked in confusion.

Xie Xuan smiled: "I am different from other people. If I take the sword to fight, I must be ready. So when I pick up the sword and prepare to break the formation, I know that I will win. So Brother Li , I didn't lie just now."

Li Fansong, who saw Xie Xuan's peerless sword, scratched his head embarrassedly, and had to switch the subject: "Where did the killers just go?"

"The twelfth hour of the earthly branch was broken by me. The remaining eleven people couldn't stop me, and they just died to death. They should be like us and rush to meet their companions now." Xie Xuan replied.

Li Fansong curled his lips: "These are really difficult guys, do you want to fight with these people again after seeing the teacher?"

"Hundreds of years, even the country has died several times, but the dark river has always existed." Xie Xuan said worriedly, "They are not opponents that can be easily resolved."