Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 39 Drunk Dream Sword

In the eyes of Wen Hujiu, Lei Mengsha and others, Baili Dongjun's drunkenness was just a laugh, but in Song Yanhui's eyes, it was full of provocation.

"If you take the sword, it will be a blasphemy to the sword." Song Yan returned the Shuiyue sword in his hand to wrap a sword flower, and stabbed it out in an instant.

The smiles on the faces of the warm pot of wine and the others receded in an instant, and he almost couldn't help but want to get up, but Mr. Cheng from Wushuang City reached out and pressed his shoulder: "Since you are on the stage, there must be someone who will step down." Prepare."

"Old man Cheng, you may not know what will happen if he gets injured." The warm pot of wine sneered.

Cheng Yu also sneered: "Zhenxihou's Mansion is not afraid of Wushuang City, and I, Wushuang City, are not afraid of Zhenxihou's Mansion."

Lei Mengsha also took a deep breath: "What a fast sword technique."

In their view, Baili Dongjun absolutely couldn't avoid that sword strike.Then Baili Dongjun held the sword, and slid back, barely avoiding the sword. His steps were extremely fast, and his movements were flowing like clouds and flowing water, full of chicness, not in a state of panic.He burped: "Amazing, awesome!"

"This pace is not inferior to the successor of the Shadow Sect just now." Wang Xingxing of Qingcheng Mountain praised, "This is the Sanfeiyan of the son of the Zhenxihou Mansion, right?"

Song Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then made another sword move, which was easily dodged by Baili Dongjun again. He finally stopped belittling the opponent, and the sword in his hand was a little faster. His sword moves were extremely clean and neat. There are no fancy movements, but it is energetic and neat... so beautiful!
"Sure enough, it is a natural sword embryo." Luo Xuan said with emotion.

Lei Mengsha covered his mouth and snickered: "Born to be cheap...why does it feel like you're scolding me?"

"You do have self-knowledge." Young Master Liu Yue in the sedan chair said with a smile.

"Hey, Xiao Hei, why don't you talk." Lei Mengsha looked at Mr. Mo Chen, but found that the sword energy on his body was rising little by little. Lei Mengsha scratched his head, "Are you going to play in such a hurry?"

Among the young masters, only Mr. Mo Chen is a real sword idiot, if he really wants to take the sword, it must be him.

"That's right, it's not impossible to take it and paint it black." Lei Mengsha shouted loudly, "Brother Baili, if you don't know how to use a sword, come down and drink together! Let us Xiao Hei go up and avenge you!"

"Sword!" Song Yanhui shouted angrily, Baili Dongjun's steps were so fast that he dodged more than ten swords, but Song Yanhui clearly had spare hands, he finally couldn't hold back, "If you If you don’t show your sword again, I won’t be polite.”

While looking at the sword in his hand, Baili Dongjun was in a daze: "Sword out? Can I know swordsmanship? I don't seem to know swordsmanship?"

"It's too much!" Song Yanhui cut Baili Dongjun's skirt with a sword, and the sword's energy rose instantly.

Baili Dongjun's eyes were still full of confusion: "Can I... know swordsmanship?"

He closed his eyes slightly.

He doesn't know swordplay, but he has seen a sword dance once.

That day, he made peach blossom drink, got drunk and fell asleep on the table. When he woke up, in a blur, he saw his master dressed in white and holding a long sword as white as jade madly in the courtyard. dance.

With a light stroke of his sword, he picked off a tree of peach blossoms.

He got up and waved, peach blossoms were flying all over the courtyard.

White clothes, white hair and white sword, with a bit of alcohol, ups and downs in the courtyard.

The peach blossoms withered, the white snow suddenly fell, the spring came, the summer wind suddenly rose, and the old man rose and fell, as if he had passed through four seasons.Baili Dongjun, who was already drunk, widened his eyes, looked at the sword dance in front of him, and marveled at the beauty of this moment.

"Master, is this your illusion again?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"No, this time it's swordsmanship." The old man in white flew up and landed on the tree, dancing lightly with the long sword in his hand, "You can watch it. I'll only dance this time, so watch it!"

The sword was like a swimming dragon, and the white-clothed old man walked like a lotus flower. At that moment, Baili Dongjun seemed to have seen the white-clothed old man when he was young. At that time, he was still a peerless son like jade, standing on the wall of the capital, with a sword. Peerless dance, welcome thousands of breaking wind troops.

"I have a sword that can be called peerless."

"What is peerless, but in the sky and on the earth, in the past and tomorrow, there is no such a person, no such a sword."

"If there is this person again, there will be this sword again."

"When the surname is Baili."

The old man in white robe put away his sword, and swung the pure white sword in his hand towards the sky. The long sword turned into a white dragon, jumped into the air and disappeared.

Baili Dongjun smiled: "It's just an illusion." After finishing speaking, he fell drunk on the table again.

He opened his eyes again, and Song Yanhui's sword had already arrived in front of him. Baili Dongjun's eyes suddenly became extremely clear, and he murmured: "I remember." Qingge sword was raised abruptly, blocking Song Yanhui's killing blow.

"Oh?" Lei Mengsha was taken aback, "Blocked?"

The warm pot of wine also frowned: "How did you block it?"

Wang and his party smiled: "Of course they blocked it with a sword."

Baili Dongjun lightly raised his hand, and blocked Song Yan back. He looked at the Qingge sword in his hand, his eyes became brighter and brighter: "I remember, I remember. I know swordsmanship, master is here Taught me in my dream!" He spun his body violently and swung his long sword, forcing Song Yan back three steps.

Song Yan was shocked in his heart, he didn't even see the sword clearly.

"That's right, it's this sword technique." Baili Dongjun made another strike. He seemed like a swordsman who had lost his memory. After making the five swords, he finally became more and more proficient, and finally stopped looking at the sword, but looked at Song Yanhui, "Yes, yes, that's it!" He jumped up, the sword was like a dragon, Bu Chan lotus, in an instant forced Song Yanhui only to parry.

"Xiao Hei, what are you doing!" Lei Mengsha was startled, and the long sword on the waist of Mr. Mo Chen next to him suddenly vibrated, as if it was about to be unsheathed in an instant.

"This sword technique..." Mo Xiaohei's voice trembled slightly.

"Is it really the fabled swordsmanship?" Mr. Liu Yue lifted a curtain in the sedan chair.

Luo Xuan said with emotion: "It seems that my sword is not in vain."

Grandpa Chengyu was also shocked: "This sword technique..."

The warm pot of wine shook his head again and again: "How is it possible! How is it possible!"

Wang Xingxing's eyes followed Baili Dongjun's ups and downs, and his voice was full of exclamation: "It's really possible! Only the legendary swordsmanship can be so chic and freehand. There are three swords in the world. I have the honor to see them. Young Master Baili's three sword moves are the same, but he is using a complete sword move! I never thought that I would have the opportunity to see this legendary sword technique in this life!"

"Is it really the legendary sword technique?" Wei Changfeng asked his father in a low voice.

But Wei Tinglu was already bewildered: "I seem to have seen that person..."

"Like when I was young."

(End of this chapter)