Song of Adolescence

"I'm not convinced!"

A young but louder voice immediately resounded through Apocalypse City.

Xiao Se stood on the top of the teahouse, his clothes had been stained red with blood, and his body was actually scarred, but his face didn't take the slightest retreat. He paused, and then shouted: "I'm not convinced! How!"

Luo Qingyang didn't answer, and jumped to the front of Xiao Se.

"Good come!" Xiao Se yelled, flicking the epee, and immediately greeted him.

"Reporting your love to the emperor's golden platform, and supporting the jade dragon to die for your emperor. What a shocking dragon." Xie Xuan took a sip of tea, "this showdown is not over yet."

Xiao Se, who had already fallen into defeat, suddenly violent again, and the sword in his hand danced wildly.

Because only the last sword is left.

Because the end of the road.

Xiao Se gathered all the things he had learned all his life, such as the Promise Stick, the Eight Diagrams Heart Gate, the Step of the Cloud and the Wind Step, and the Swordsmanship of Splitting the Country, and slapped Luo Qingyang like crazy.

Even Luo Qingyang was stunned by this crazy offensive for a while, the two of them fought dozens of swords for a while, and they could not tell the outcome.

Li Fansong frowned and said: "This duel has been really long."

The words came true, the two people actually fought from noon to dusk, but they did not know the outcome for a long time. The epee in Xiao Se's hand was already full of gaps, and Luo Qingyang's hair was scattered, making him feel a little more embarrassed.

In the sedan chair not far away, Princess Qing, dressed in brocade clothes, smiled and asked the kendo master beside her: "Master, do you regret it? My sixth brother only said that he borrowed the sword, not how many handles he borrowed, let alone that it turned out to be after borrowing it. Use it like this."

"If you break it, please break it." Luo Bu didn't even feel sorry for him.

Princess Qing froze for a moment. She has practiced swords with Jian Chi Luo for many years. She naturally knows how much this master values ​​a sword, and she is very confused at the moment: "Master, don't you regret it?"

"Do you want a sword to be enshrined in a hall without seeing the sky for decades, or do you want to be able to show its beauty again, be used by a peerless person, and be folded in the hands of the sword fairy?" Luo Bu asked back.

Princess Qing pondered for a moment, and nodded: "Qing'er understands."

Luo Bu smiled: "His Royal Highness Yongan is a very good swordsman."

"But he will lose, right?" Princess Qing sighed.

Luo Bu shook his head: "He is better than me, how can I say his victory or defeat?"

Inside the Yongan Palace, a young man in red finally pushed open the door of his room and walked out of it.

His eyes were extremely clear at the moment.

The sword in his hand and the hilt of the sword seemed to be thundered.

Lei Wujie had never felt such a wonderful feeling in life. He shouted: "Xiao Se, come back soon, I feel that I can slay the dragon now with a sword drawn, then let's kill Luo Qingyang!"

No one responded, naturally no one responded.

Lei Wujie frowned and suddenly shouted: "Steward!"

The most diligent butler in the entire Yongan Palace quickly ran over: "Master Lei."

"Where are the others?" Lei Wujie asked in confusion.

The housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed his head and said, "His Royal Highness, he is going to compare swords."

"Comparing the sword? With whom?" Lei Wujie looked puzzled.

"There are no other people in the city who compare swords, of course, the Lone Sword Fairy outside the palace gate..." the butler sighed.

"What!" Lei Wujie was shocked, "Xiao Se is crazy? What kind of swordsmanship does he know?"

The housekeeper shook his head: "I don't know that."

"Get out of the way." Lei Wujie pushed the butler away, leaped forward, and leaped in the direction of the palace gate.

"Damn bleak, you love to support heroes the most. You have to go back to the Apocalypse alone, and you have to fight the sword fairy alone! Do you really think I can't help you because of the Four Guardians of the Apocalypse? Pooh! Be a brother!"

"It is said that I am a brother, but I can pierce the sword with both sides. I have learned the sword for more than ten years by Lei Wujie. Isn't it to be a hero? When the storyteller talks about it later, it is that Lei Wujie draws his sword to live and die for his brother. Top of the Apocalypse!"

"I'm so angry, wait, wait, don't be angry, don't mess up Jianxin."

"I don't know how this guy is playing, whether he was killed. Probably not, this kid has the strongest ability to escape."

"Oh, wait for me."

Lei Wujie suddenly shouted angrily, and his voice carried through the entire Apocalypse City: "Xiao Se, leave Luo Qingyang alive, let me come!"

Xiao Se was half kneeling on the ground at this moment, spit out a mouthful of blood, and yelled, "Idiot!"

"Oh? That kid is coming?" Xie Xuan smiled.

Li Fansong was helpless: "So this is a wheel war?"

"As long as Xiao Se is killed, this competition won't make any sense." Xiao Yu smiled, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.

The hem of Su Changhe's clothes vibrated slightly, but he quickly calmed down. Su Changhe still stood in place, without taking a step.

Because under the teahouse, two people suddenly appeared there.

Xie Xuan pulled out thousands of books, and Yan Zhantian held a broken army sword.

Two sword immortals drew their swords and stood.

Xie Xuan raised his head slightly, with a smile on his face, and said lightly: "Please stay."

Xiao Se tried to stand up, but the last heavy sword in his hand suddenly broke in two.

Above the teahouse, Wushuang tapped his sword box lightly, and the Da Ming Vermillion Bird inside shook.

Xiao Chong frowned and said, "Do you want to lend him a sword?"

"I'm afraid he can't bear it now." Wushuang sighed softly.

Xiao Se looked at the broken sword in his hand and smiled bitterly: "The last one is gone."

In the west of Apocalypse City, in a glorious attic, the man in black sitting in the darkness suddenly opened his eyes: "No, you still have one."

Xie Zhize, the most prestigious son of the five pillar kingdom in Beili, who was a peerless son on the battlefield, suddenly stood up and went up. His trip is located on the third floor of the first floor of the world, and further upward, it is the fourth floor.

No one has been on the fourth floor.

According to the legend, the fourth floor can be reached in one step.

Xie Zhi opened the door, and there was silence.

On the fourth floor, there is no peerless sword spirit left by the sword immortal, nor is there the ghost spirit of the first celestial master of the Qin Tianjian, but there is no Shura ghost spirit that reappears on the battlefield.

Just put a sword.

The sword body was extremely dim, and Xie Zhi walked in a bit, hung down, stroking the rust on the sword body.

"It's been a long time, Heaven Slashing Sword." Xie Zhi sighed softly.

In the legend, only the emperor selected by the heavens can use the heavenly sword!

But why is it a rust sword?

Xie Zhize tapped lightly on the hilt, then waved his long sleeves: "Go."

Tian Zhan Jian burst out of the window in an instant, and went straight to the gate of Tianqi Palace!

Xie Zhi stood on the spot, watched the sword burst out of the sky, smiled slightly, and sat down cross-legged.

"A hundred years of sleep, eternal breeze."

In an instant, the whole person turned into dust and disappeared.