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Chapter 40 The Sword Song of Western Chu
Looking at the bewildered expressions of the swordsmen around him, Lei Mengsha was at a loss: "What's wrong with them? Baili Dongjun, what kind of sword technique does he use?"

Luo Xuan followed the sword in Baili Dongjun's hand all the time, and murmured: "The sword song of Western Chu, ask Yu Tian."

"A sword is a sword, and a song is a song. I only saw the sword, but didn't hear the song." Lei Mengsha said.

"That's because the singer died, and there is only this sword left in the world. Ask the sky." Luo Xuan said.

"Wait! The Sword Song of Western Chu!" Lei Mengsha finally realized, "The Sword Song of Western Chu who fought against the Nine Thousand Pofeng Army!"

"The Confucian Immortal of Western Chu sang songs, and the Sword Immortal held a sword. At the head of the city of Lausanne, he fought against the Nine Thousand Breaking Wind Army with one sword and one song. One day later, the Confucian Immortal vomited blood and died at the top of the city. The Sword Immortal broke his head with his long sword. , was stained with blood on the battlefield. The city of Lausanne was broken, and the Western Chu was subjugated. The only swordsman in the world who was comparable to Mr. Li in the school fell since then, and the world will never see this "asking to the sky" again. But today, We have seen them all!" Luo Xuan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "It's the luck of my generation of swordsmen."

"I've heard this legend before. I'm not a swordsman, and I don't have as many emotions as you. I only have one question." Lei Mengsha looked at the stage, "Why the fuck Baili Dongjun knows this swordsmanship?"

Baili Dongjun's sword dance became faster and faster, and he laughed loudly while walking fast.

"Hahahahaha! Have fun!"

"But there's still wine!"

"Give me wine!"

"Young master, let's continue." Wang Xingxing swung his long sword and knocked a jar of sword wine on the table onto the stage. Baili Dongjun took the jar, raised his head and took a sip, then swayed again. Dongjun smiled and said: "So this is swordsmanship, this is swordsmanship!"

"Wait, besides the sword! There seems to be a song?"

"How to sing!"

"Journey through the nine heavens with a sword..." Baili Dongjun's sword stopped suddenly.

"There are really songs!" Lei Mengsha was taken aback.

Baili Dongjun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly swung his sword: "If I can't remember, I can't remember, then I really only heard it in my dream. Let's continue to dance the sword, continue to dance the sword!"

He seemed to have forgotten that there was another person on the stage, and danced this peerless sword dance on his own.The robes are flying, the sword energy is surging, occasionally drinking a sip of wine from the altar, arrogant like an immortal.

In a trance, everyone seemed to have really seen the young sword fairy who blocked the most ferocious Pofeng army in the world with one man and one sword.

Song Yan took back the sword, and also watched the dance of the sword in fascination.

"Yan Hui." Old Master Cheng Yu frowned slightly.

The sword is indeed a peerless sword, but Mr. Chengyu still sees that Baili Dongjun is not a real swordsman. He has nothing but a peerless sword, but he has no means to fight against the enemy. Song was shocked, but if he really continued to fight, Song Yanhui would definitely win within a hundred moves.Song Yanhui should also be aware of this in his heart, but at this moment Song Yanhui only looked at the dance of the sword and remained silent.

"It's not easy to have such a disciple in Wushuang City." The warm pot of wine said quietly.

Old Master Cheng Yu turned his head to look at him, and said coldly, "Master Baili, you are so courageous."

The warm pot of wine also had a cold gaze: "Mr. Chengyu is a Jianghu man, and he also wants to take care of court affairs?"

"Is it a court matter, or a Jianghu matter?" Old Master Cheng Yu sneered.

On the stage, Baili Dongjun finally put away his sword. He touched the ground with the sword, his eyes almost closed, and he murmured: "This sword is finished."

Song Yanhui suddenly bowed and saluted: "Your master's swordsmanship is peerless, you should match this fairy palace sword."

"You, no more?" Baili Dongjun raised his head and looked at Song Yanhui in confusion.

Song Yan smiled back: "What I got today is more noble than this sword. I have been used to using the Shuiyue Sword since I was a child. It was just my teacher's order, so I had to come here to get the sword. But I am not as good as you, the sword should be yours."

"But you're still standing." Baili Dongjun wobbled for a while, "but I... I'm about to fall."

"Your swordsmanship is better than mine, and the one you lose is the killing technique. Today's sword competition is not as good as killing people." Song Yanhui saluted again, and then stepped off the stage. Mr. Chengyu looked serious, but he didn't speak after all, just clapped his hands. Patted him on the shoulder: "You don't know what to do with your attitude towards the sword."

"This is the only way you can be called unparalleled." Song Yan replied with a smile.

"The sword song of Western Chu is worthy of Buranchen. This sword is not bad." Wei Changfeng inserted Buranchen into the scabbard and handed it to Baili Dongjun, "Mr. Baili, this sword is yours now. .”

Wei Tinglu sighed: "If you give him this sword, you will offend Wushuang City."

"But I made friends with Zhenxihou's Mansion and Wen's, a time-honored brand." Wei Changfeng raised his eyebrows, "This deal is not a loss."

"No... Bu Ranchen. It's wonderful!" Baili Dongjun took Bu Ranchen, and then he fell backwards. Fortunately, someone helped him in time.The warm pot of wine shook his head and said, "I never thought that such a good sword would be taken by you."

Wei Changfeng said with a smile: "Seeing such a peerless sword, the young master has nothing to be ashamed of holding this sword."

"If that's the case, then I'll take my leave!" Warming Pot of Wine carried Baili Dongjun on his back, looked at Lei Mengsha and the others, "Masters, do you also want this clean handle?"

"You don't have to use this clean handle." Master Qingge Luo Xuan stretched out his hand, and took the Qingge sword handed over by the warm pot of wine.

"But I really want the sword Mr. Wen is carrying." It was Mr. Mochen who answered.

"Perhaps many people here want it very much!" Mr. Liu Yue, who was sitting in the sedan chair, said with a smile.

"But we are sons, we can't take other people's things casually." Lei Mengsha finally said.

Everyone is innocent, but Huaibi is guilty.Although the young master of Baili's family is not an ordinary man, the jade he is pregnant with is too rare, even the identity of the young master of Baili cannot be suppressed!Moreover, he must have one thing to confirm with the Zhenxihou Mansion. If something goes wrong with this matter, then the Zhenxihou Mansion may be doomed!

"Farewell." Warm Pot Wine naturally understood this, carried Baili Dongjun on his back, jumped up, and fled towards the outside of the courtyard.

In the courtyard, at least a dozen swordsmen stood up at the same time, turned around and wanted to chase after them.

The warm pot of wine carried Baili Dongjun on his back, passed Lei Mengsha and the others, and turned his head to take a look: "The eighth son of Beili, his reputation is well-deserved."

"Perhaps next year, it will be the Ninth Young Master." Lei Mengsha laughed.

"Ninth Young Master?" The warm pot of wine threw himself and left.

Lei Mengsha murmured to himself in a low voice: "Master Jiu, Mr. Jiu, this is interesting."

Immediately the four young masters walked away a few steps and blocked the door, blocking the way of those swordsmen.

Lei Mengsha raised his head and smiled slightly: "All swordsmen, please finish this banquet before leaving."

(End of this chapter)