Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 419 Home
The Wei San people on the side were all excited when they heard it, wishing to become one of them.

But he knew that in front of these five, he was still unworthy of the name of sword king Wei Sanren.

These five are the most outstanding and outstanding young heroes in the world, and they are all the pride of heaven.

Seeing Yi Hang coming, Xie Fu asked in a low voice, "Yi Hang, where is San Fei?"

Yi Hang lowered his voice: "The Sixth Prince didn't make a move last night. Today's decisive battle between Meng Hao and the Sixth Prince, the second child was a little worried, so he guarded the martial arts school and didn't come over."

Xie Fu knew that the person who died the most this time was the character C, and there were too many things mixed in the character C, as if it was not for a competition, but a life-and-death confrontation, so he asked lightly: "Does San Fei have no confidence in Meng Hao? "

Yi Hang smiled: "There are three games in the Martial Arts Academy today. If you play fast at Yinchun Waterside Pavilion, you can join in the fun by rushing over."

As time went by, more and more people came to Yinchun Waterside Pavilion. Ever since Gu Xuan's name spread, they all wanted to see the No.1 style of Suzhou Martial Arts.

They hope that Gu Xuan's opponents will not lose too quickly, so that they can see more of the majesty of the gods.

In addition, Ye Jinghong is also a heavyweight match against Leng Leng.

Will Ye Jinghong use his sword today?

Whether Leng Ling, the Daoist of the Taoist Tianzong, can bring surprises, after all, Leng Ling also wears the crown of the only disciple of Qinghua Xianzhen.

Needless to say, the word Duanmu Ci is a figure whom people in martial arts look up to and respect as a master.

By the lake, a group of maidservants from the royal family gathered together, forming a unique landscape.

They remade several large flags, and the difference from yesterday was that the word thank you was embroidered on the flags.

They came to support Xie Fu.

When the time came, Duling Wu announced loudly: "The last game of Jizi, the third vertical will face the ninth vertical."

Before Ye Jinghong entered the stage, Xie Fu asked in a low voice: "Brother Ye, your injury is not serious."

Xie Fu still remembers the glance when he first met Leng Leng. This may be Ye Jinghong's strongest opponent so far.

Lu Wenlin, who was not far away, was surprised when he heard this. Ye Jinghong was injured. In this kind of duel between top experts, the outcome is only a hair's breadth away.

Ye Jinghong smiled slightly: "I can't help the sword. For me, it doesn't matter whether there is an injury or not. I hope I can help Brother Xie this time."

Ye Jinghong flew to the center of the lake.

Lu Wenlin approached and asked, "Brother Xie, is the Young City Lord injured?"

Xie Fu nodded: "I don't know if the injury is serious or not."

There are two people in the field.

Dressed in a Taoist robe, like the cool and elegant cold edge of an immortal.

Ye Jinghong, who is dressed in white, looks handsome on earth.

The noisy Yinchun Water Pavilion became quiet in silence.

Although the two stood still, their qi machines had been fighting for countless rounds.

"Ye Jinghong, don't draw your sword yet."

Ye Jinghong held the sword in one hand and gestured with the other: "Please."

Leng Ling raised the corner of his mouth, sneered silently, and drew his sword out of its sheath.

Zheng!
The sword sounds of Ancient, Vigorous, and Xiao Han resounded through the sky.

Just listening to its sound, but not seeing its sharp edge will make people frightened, how sharp the sword is, just listening to the sound of the sword will feel the blood piercing into your body.

Leng Leng deliberately paused, waiting for Ye Jinghong to draw his sword, but Ye Jinghong was still Yue Zhiyuan.

Others couldn't see how Leng Leng drew his sword at all, they only saw the silver light coming like electricity, and the man and the sword came to Ye Jinghong's side, and Ye Jinghong punished him contemptuously with Ye Jinghong.

In the next moment, the sword light rose suddenly, and the silver flowers were brilliant, like the first ray of morning light reflected on the clear river.

Leng Ling seems to have only one sword, or countless swords, one move, or countless rounds of confrontation.

If the opponent hadn't been Ye Jinghong, the opponent would have died under the sword's edge at the moment when the light shone brightly, and there would be no light behind at all.

Ye Jinghong cast Liushuixin, the human clothes and the edge of the cold edge sword melted together, wherever the cold edge sword pointed, he would go there.

People walk with the sword, the sword is full of energy, no matter how sharp the sword is, what is the use.

That white dress is like a gentle and dreamlike woman, no matter how rough or violent you are, she will still be as tender as water.

If Leng Leng's sword is slower, so that people can see Ye Jinghong's figure, then Ye Jinghong's image must be very beautiful.

Amidst the sword chanting, Leng Leng sneered: "Ye Jinghong, have you seen my flaws? It's a pity that I'm not Long Jing."

After saying this, the edge of the cold edged sword mutated, and flowing clouds flew around Ye Jinghong's body like countless torrents converging into a boat.

Over the front, the two stood still.

When others saw it, their hearts trembled slightly. This is because the brilliance has faded away, and the victory and defeat have been decided!
Although Ye Jinghong was Yue Zhiyuan, her body was pure white and already stained with blood. That whiteness was as bright as the red in the snow, and as mottled as red flowers.

Leng Leng's cold and lonely face, indifferent and expressionless, he has long seen Liu Shuixin's flaws, and he has the ability to break through, he wants to let Ye Jinghong know that he is not Long Jing, and he is not someone to play with. You have to draw a sword!
"Ye Jinghong, spare your life, don't draw your sword yet."

Registered disciple, registered disciple, Xianzhen, if I am not qualified to be your beginner disciple, who in the world is qualified.

If I am not qualified, even the stunningly talented Ye Jinghong in front of me is not qualified either.

Ye Jinghong replied: "Yes, it's time for me to unleash my sword."

Everyone was so excited when they heard the words, Ye Jinghong was finally about to strike the sword, and finally there was an opponent worthy of his sword.

What kind of brilliance should his sword bloom.

Ye Jinghong frowned slightly, and opened her eyes angrily.

The gentleness in the black eyes is like water and the fierceness is like fire. This is the gentleness of a hero and the violence of a hero.

His body exudes a thick and fiery masculine breath, his shoulders are like carrying mountains, but his posture is graceful and straight.

Ye Jinghong looked at Leng Leng, and was also looking at his hometown in the distance.

The majestic mountains, the vast Gobi, the winding rivers...

That land of war...

Frozen corpses in the white snow.

Skeletons sunbaked in the hot sun.

A doll that still has temperature but can never wake up...

Young City Lord, we are waiting for you and welcome you and Mistress to return together.

Ye Jinghong burst into tears, folks, Jinghong will live up to his trust!
Ye Jinghong's sword came out silently.

It was a white sword, as if covered with a layer of frost and snow.

The moment Ye Jinghong pulled out the sword, people had the illusion of being in the white snow. They only felt a slight coolness on their face, and when they reached out to touch, their fingers were stained with thin frost.

This is not an illusion!

If you don't have the fearless heart to go to death, how can you not help me with the sword, and Ye Jinghong's sword.

This sword is the hard work and wisdom of many generations of the Ye family, it must be a shocking and brilliant sword.

This sword is the sustenance and hope of many people, so sad, but also full of human feelings and warmth.

This sword is the ultimate move of the Ye family's defense after the city is broken, and the name is called to die.

To die!

With the sun, the moon and the galaxy, overlooking the vast land, the air penetrates the mountains and rivers of Kyushu, and the seas and rivers come together.

Everyone was startled, although it wasn't pointed by Jianfeng, it was involuntarily protected by luck.

The snow-white sword turned red in an instant, this kind of red is redder than fire, the red turned by the hot blood in Ye Jinghong's heart.

As soon as Ye Jinghong drew his sword, he was Tianwei.

Don't allow Leng Leng to think too much, the aura has climbed to the point where it can't be increased, he has exhausted all his life's knowledge, and resorted to a unique move - so I will break.

The dragon and the phoenix fought each other, the phoenix spread its wings and killed the blue dragon, and the sword energy penetrated thousands of miles.

Instant red, silver dark.

While everyone was terrified, the outcome was known!
Yinchun Waterside Pavilion became Ye Jinghong's home field alone!
(End of this chapter)