i have a sword fairy

Chapter 542 Jun's kindness is like rain and dew, concubine is like thunder

Li Bai hasn't seen Xiao Qian'er cry for a long time.

The last time they cried so hard was when they accompanied the young lady back home for their wedding at the beginning of the year, and the group of them had just boarded Mayfly at Longquandu—it was a hanging mountain used as a ferry boat in the sea of ​​clouds—and returned to Duyou City.

That day, she ran from the foot of Mayfly Mountain to the top of the mountain, and then from the south to the back of the mountain, jumping and frowning, eager to see through.

But there was no sign of someone.

Zhao Rong, who broke the promise of exchanging jade on the wedding night, did not come to see them off.

At that time, the little girl thought that their departure was a farewell.

He will go south to Xiaoyaozhou without looking back, there is no 'goodbye'...

Li Bai appeared in a bamboo forest in a blink of an eye, and Zhao Qian'er immediately ran forward, her peach blossom eyes were red and swollen from crying.

"How……"

The little girl just punched and kicked the man holding the sword who wanted to speak, without saying a word.

Li Bai immediately shut up and stood up straight.

He bowed his head and squinted his eyes on the spot, silently being beaten.

Little Qian'er cried while hammering, "Where did you go...why did you come here...just now...Brother Rong'er...Brother Rong'er..."

Choked and swallowed.

The man holding the sword who received another blow to his face turned his head.

Squinting to the south.

The girl who was sent a thousand miles away by her sweetheart cried and anxiously told about the dangerous situation in the small courtyard in the bamboo forest not long ago.

Li Bai held his sword and listened silently.

At a certain moment, the handsome young girl who was crying all over her face stopped hammering and suddenly squatted down, her petite body curled up and her head buried.

"Brother Rong...Rong..."

The man holding the sword looked down and saw that her shoulders shrugged violently twice, then she stood up suddenly and raised her head.

"He won't die!"

It was a pretty pale face that was wet with tears but extremely indifferent.

It has been nearly a quarter of an hour since Xiaoqian'er was sent away by Zhao Rong.

Fuyao is against Jindan, and he has exhausted his counter moves... Even Tianzhi against Jindan, can hardly last half a stick of incense time.

This is still taking into account the deliberate killing time that the disfigured old Confucian scholar may have, and it will not last for half a stick of incense.

Li Bai pursed his lips.

It seemed as if she had changed suddenly. The pretty girl who was crying a second ago was calmly staring at Li Bai's eyes, saying every word.

"He won't die."

The man holding the sword nodded silently.

"I... must take him back, Miss and I can't do without him... I want that dirty and despicable old bastard to die!"

Li Bai stared at her and nodded.

Xiao Qian'er's pretty face was extremely indifferent, "There is also that Zhang Huizhi who betrayed him, and...all the accomplices who led this incident."

Her pale cheeks bulged, and her pink lips, which had lost all blood, forcefully squeezed out the words in her heart:
"They all have to die, don't even think about running away."

Li Bai nodded.

"That old beast's attack is at the Jindan stage, and it's possible that he lied about half of it... You, don't hide your clumsiness anymore," she said.

Li Bai smiled and nodded.

The girl looked at him, and her clear and clear voice was slightly sandy: "He has a mysterious cigarette pouch in his hand. Its origin is unknown, its rank is unknown, it is extremely restrained sword repair, the swing and Mr. Bai gave me self-defense. The same goes for the shield sword card that Xiaoyao Mansion gave me."

The man holding the sword tightened the sword in his arms, still nodding.

The indifferent girl's saber carrying the flying sword of her life was taken away, but she was still angry and domineering.

She raised her head slightly, her chest rose and fell, she let out a long breath, and suddenly said: "This old beast conspired with Zhang Huizhi, and they came prepared, and they may have already prepared to deal with your backhand."

The sword-holding man in green smiled brightly, showing his white teeth.

"Walk."

He spit out a word.

Second hand?Oh, then come and touch.

Zhao Qian'er nodded vigorously, her eyes turned cold, and she wanted to turn around.

At this time, the sword-holding man stretched his hand into his bosom, and with five fingers, he grabbed an ancient small sword surrounded by countless tiny purple-black thunderbolts, and threw it to Zhao Qian'er.

The girl stopped and turned around to catch the sword.

The air in the bamboo forest faintly swayed with ancient distant thunder sounds.

This Tianjiao girl who has just entered Xiaoyao Mansion has the potential to ride the dust among the students in the same world. She has a weak figure, standing on the spot, and holds an equally slender sword in her slender right hand.

Standing horizontally in front of you, the sword and eyebrows are high.

She kept her eyes level.

The ancient small sword is two feet seven inches long, purple-black all over, tangled with thunder of the same color, and the slender sword seems to contain a powerful and terrifying thunder power.

Of the mighty power of nature, Lei Wei is the most powerful.

And this sword seems to contain a terrifying 'thunder pool'.

This is the faint feeling of the indifferent girl who lost her natal sword at this moment.

She even had a feeling that she was about to let go of the simple sword and couldn't control it, her palm was extremely hot.

The relationship between the natal flying sword and the natal saber bound to it is like an arm and five fingers. Even if the arm is strong, but there are no five fingers to make a fist, how to use it?At this moment, the two are separated, and the girl feels the pain of cutting her soul.

However, she still had a cold face, even though the two kinds of pain were superimposed.

The indifferent girl trembled all over, but she didn't let go of the sword.

The man looked at the girl and the sword.

This sword once belonged to an old man.

It's a grumpy old lady from Pengzhou, North Kun.

At that time, he was not the so-called "Old Man of the Hou Mansion" now, and he also looked down upon the Zhao family, the mysterious bird of destiny.

That year, he thought that the most handsome expert outfit in the world was a red dress like blood, who started with a sword and killed demons while drinking.

Back then, the sword he liked to hold in his arms wasn't the one he had now, but a sword with the same name as Taizong of a certain human race.

Dressed in blood, he hugged it like he was hugging the whole world.

Where can't I go?
It was also in that year that he entered the gate of the Demon Desolation dressed in blood to kill demons, met a group of interesting people, and also met this old lady with a temper as violent as a sword in her hand.

This girl from the northern continent is completely different from the kind of girl he likes. She drinks more boldly than men, and she scolds people and makes dirty jokes even more than men. Among them, there are many elders in the seventh realm who are all cowards. "Gentle" laughed and said that they are more cowardly than any weak scholar who can't carry a sword in Beikun Pengzhou, and they are not as good as Zhao's glorious destiny black bird man.

The elders in their group looked at each other, some laughed and scolded nonsense, and shook their heads helplessly, but no one had the right to tell her to shut up, because every time the order from the Hou's mansion came from 'outside the door', it was not from someone with the surname Zhao. She is always the one who stands at the front among all the Jiuzhou sword cultivators who have started to kill monsters——the ones who are the worst in the eyes of some people—and even the big masters like them can only laugh and curse keep up.

Along the way, she only had 'forward' and no 'retreat' along the way, and wanted to measure the barren and vast demon land with the edge of her sword foot by foot.

Everyone sharpened their swords and killed demons in the wilderness during the day, and lit bonfires on the top of the mountain at night. The demon blood, sword energy, and the cold wind of the wilderness mixed with foreign-flavored spirits entered their throats. In a certain abyss named Cang, he beheaded Kui Niu, took Lei Dan, killed all demons, captured the soul...forged a sword for the weakest but most aggressive girl with a bad temper.

Later, some companions laughed and said, "Hundred demons cangyuan start to sting thunder".

So there was this small purple-black sword forged by countless thunder-type gods.

It's just that the old people are called old people because most of them only exist in the memories of other people's stories.

Later, the man and the rest of his companions left the Gate of the Demon Wilderness, and they all left with a few swords of the old friend in their hands.

Later on, he no longer wore red clothes, and no longer held a certain sword. He remembered the careless words of a certain irascible woman in front of the bonfire one night. He followed the road she casually said, riding the Kunpeng You Beiming went to the Extreme North Continent, and brought back to her hometown the natal saber of the Nascent Soul peak female sword cultivator who was only half a step away.

Her husband was a late weak scholar who was once a collateral descendant of a branch of the Zhao family in Beikun Pengzhou.

The two were childhood sweethearts and got married when they were young.

It can be tricked by good fortune.

One is a son of the Zhao family but has no talent for swordsmanship. At the same time, he is young and sick. He has a passion for blood but is unable to lift a sword.

One person has a miserable life experience, and is a humble child bride-in-law, but she has a superb swordsmanship talent, the road is smooth and the wind is smooth, and she encounters many adventures.

Young husband and young wife, newly married Yaner, affectionate and loving, but the way of heaven is ruthless, the man died of illness, so the woman carried the sword for her husband, and went south to Fuyao Island on the Beiming Kunpeng, in response to Zhao's main pulse sword order, to join the gate of the demon wasteland, never come back...

In the end, the branch family of the Zhao family where the two belonged did not accept the woman's sword sent by the man.

The old patriarch said that the family went to Kundu to kill demons, and the people, swords and clothes all belong to the main line of the Zhao family.

Not coming back is the greatest honor.

Only the cowardly and disgraced, man or sword, will be sent home.

So the man nodded, returned to Kundu, and sent the sword to Fuyao's Elector's Mansion with his own hands.

But Zhao's main branch also confiscated the sword.

All the swords and relics of Jianxiu, who came to Kundu to kill demons, should not be swallowed by the Fuyao Emperor's Mansion.

This is the iron rule set by a certain ancestor of the Zhao family.

After the man went out again with the sword in hand, he nodded again. He felt...shit.

Very shit.

What are the fucking rules?
He felt that the sword left behind by that irascible bitch who loves to curse and cowardly should not be in such a "no one wants" situation.

It has to 'enter' this bullshit Zhao family, you guys with the surname Zhao don't try to play tricks.

So a certain man who wanted to scold his mother has been carrying this old man's sword with him until today...

"Zing Lei."

In the bamboo grove, there was a man holding his sword and holding his head high, saying proudly.

"It's called Zhe Lei."

That is, the thunder that awakens the pinworms is the first spring thunder.

It is also the first thunder that will forever startle thousands of monsters, just like a certain violent woman.

At this moment, there is a girl holding the Thunder Sword.

He raised his sword and raised his eyebrows.

She didn't turn her head to look at the man holding the sword, and she didn't ask him about the origin of this powerful and unpredictable sword.

This sting thunder seems to have a unique will and emotions that belong exclusively to living beings.

The peaceful girl silently looked at the small purple-black sword that looked like a thunder pool.

Feel the unquenchable violent thunder contained in it.

There is also thunder in her heart.

On the hilt of the sword in the palm of his hand, there is the pattern of the Black Bird of Destiny that Zhao Qian'er is familiar with.

In addition, there are some strange patterns on the purple-black sword that contains terrifying thunder. After watching too much, it will make people feel dizzy and headache.

If Zhao Rong was present at this moment, he would definitely stare when he saw this strange pattern.

This is exactly the Ting Ni Thunderlane that Gui told him about!It is a natural shape left by Thunder Avenue, and it only belongs to... Ting Ni Zijin!
Therefore, the blade of this ancient small sword is made of the same material as the god-grade Ting Ni Zijin Furnace!It is also the top-quality sword-casting material used by the powerful sword cultivators of the seventh realm in Guizui...

"Zhe Lei..."

A girl held a 'Thunder Pond' in her hand and whispered softly, "Are you also...angry..."

The purple-black thunder that radiated from Ming Zhelei's little sword suddenly disappeared.

It turned into an ordinary and simple little sword without any vision, quietly held in the hands of the indifferent girl.

It felt... something dear... coming back.

'She has come back.

Zhao Qian'er lowered her head, and lightly stroked a certain line of characters on the sword body with two fingertips.

Immediately, she put away the little guy who had suddenly become docile and recognized his master, and looked up.

"Walk."

The man holding the sword who stood by and watched silently nodded, without delay, raised his hand and put it on the thin shoulder of the girl with thunderous eyebrows.

In an instant, in the bamboo forest, the two people side by side disappeared without a trace...

sometime.

There was a slender hand belonging to a girl, and touched a certain part of Zihei Jian's body with its fingertips.

There, there is a line of inscriptions left by a certain female swordsman.

[Jun's grace is like rain and dew, concubine's might is like thunder. 】

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(End of this chapter)