Sword guarding Chang'an

Chapter 138 There's nothing wrong with it, wine can't solve it
"senior"

"Emotions are nothing more than two kinds: one is love for each other, but we are bored with each other until we grow old. The other is forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes, but we have to miss each other until death."

"Shut up." Li Chunfeng's mouth twitched.

The young man silently returned his sword and took two steps back without saying a word.

Sudden.

A voice laughed loudly and said, "I like this kid!"

The visitor carried a long sword on his back, and his aura was not weaker than that of Li Chunfeng, especially that kind of master demeanor, which made Li Jianbai a little envious and yearning.

"Junior Brother, you are here." Li Chunfeng frowned, and called the person "Junior Brother".

Hearing these words, Li Jianbai looked at the visitor carefully. It may not be easy to make senior so serious, and he is also senior's junior.

"Brother, long time no see." Yang Dingxin, dressed in gray, was also chic, with a scumbag beard, very casual.

But Li Chunfeng didn't relax at all. The person in front of him is not someone else, but the contemporary sword god of Jianzong. His sword has lost to him many times, his sword is not as good as him, and his sword is not as good as him.

Yes, that's right.

Brothers are not as good as brothers.

"Is he a disciple?" Yang Dingxin looked at Li Jianbai.

And the young man stepped forward generously and said: "Master Uncle, please drink tea." He bowed respectfully and served a cup of tea.

Li Chunfeng frowned, feeling that Li Jianbai was very worthless, he just teased and sarcastically made fun of him, and now he has weakened his prestige...

Yang Dingxin was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect this young man to be so polite, it was very unusual.

In this way, it seems that I am an elder, a little embarrassed and sorry.

"Uncle, don't you drink tea? Drink?" The young man ran back and forth in a hopeless manner, and found a pot of good wine.

Yang Dingxin felt very embarrassed.

"No need." Yang Dingxin interrupted Li Jianbai.

But the young man shook his head and insisted, "You are an elder, and I am a junior. How can we break the etiquette when we meet for the first time?"

Yang Dingxin's face was a bit ugly, he gritted his teeth and said, "What a senior and junior, what a first time meeting."

"Hmph, kid, you haven't lost your manners, but now I have." Yang Dingxin discovered this boy's trap.

"Everything should be done. I am a junior, and you are an elder, hehe." The young man stood quietly beside Yang Dingxin.

After drinking the wine, Yang Dingxin snorted, took out an ancient book, threw it out, and said: "This is the Eighteen Swordsmanship for Beginners of Sword Dao, don't read the Eighteen Swordsmanship first, this is a unique book , with artistic conception blending in, it will be of great use to you when you first enter the way of swordsmanship."

"Thank you, senior!!" Li Jianbai succeeded in his little trick, and immediately left with a laugh and went back behind Li Chunfeng.

As for Li Chunfeng, he glanced fiercely at Li Jianbai, who was extremely hopeless, from the corner of his eye, and was almost ready to kick him angrily.

"Your disciple is not bad." Yang Dingxin said softly.

"He's not my disciple, I'm just disciplining him, but thank you anyway." Although Li Chunfeng was indifferent, he still thanked Yang Dingxin when he saw the eighteen swordsmanship.

"Senior brother, but now you still lead him on the path of swordsmanship, you know, one path of the sword has been broken, and it will be difficult to achieve great success in the end."

"I know, but the road is under your feet, and the road needs people to come out. Once there are more people walking, the road will be established. I believe him, and he also said that he is willing to create a road of his own, and the way of swords needs you and me He, come back to open up." Li Chunfeng understood in his heart that if there is a failure in the way of swordsmanship, it is difficult for thousands of people to achieve anything.

"Okay, I hope you are not wrong, let's start a battle." Yang Dingxin asked softly, and the invitation to fight had already been issued.

"Okay." Li Chunfeng nodded.

He is a legend of Tang Dynasty!

He is a former Sui Miracle!

The two are brothers and sisters who have studied in the same discipline for 17 years. They are old enemies and rivals. They cannot avoid the first battle, nor can this battle be resolved.

Outside the inn, ten miles away.

Li Chunfeng and Yang Dingxin, the 320th battle!
There have been victories and losses, and life and death are only on the line. Today, Yang is determined to go all out, so he chose to be in the yellow sand.

Li Chunfeng understood, so he fetched the Ding Qin Sword in advance, and made a plan and a coping strategy in his mind.

The yellow sand is flying, the sword energy is soaring into the sky, and the setting sun is slowly setting.

Two peerless swordsmen confront each other with their swords.

One is Legend of the Tang Dynasty, the other is Jianzong Sword God, and the two are brothers and sisters, which shows the strength and magic of Jianzong.

The sword moved.

Li Jianbai watched carefully, afraid of missing a moment, because it was worth dying to watch this kind of battle.

The two peerless swordsmen in Shenzhou can be said to be the myth of swords!
The sword moved.

Li Chunfeng exerted all his strength, and this time he really used his full strength, with a spirit of black and white, clear distinctions, domineering, and invincible!
Yang Dingxin, a long sword flew out automatically, and the silver-white sword energy swung out, dividing the world!
The sword intent spanned three thousand miles.

The two fought five hundred moves against each other!
Feeling this sharp scene, Li Jianbai couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The swordsmen's competition is very fast, one sword is enough to determine the winner, five hundred moves is already a miracle.

After all, the two know each other well, and all kinds of temptations and stubborn resistance have no effect.

Five hundred and first sword.

This is Yang Dingxin's sword, the former Sui Dynasty is not weaker than the pre-Qin Dynasty, and the Great Tang Dynasty is just following the sky!
"Your dragon bird has recovered a lot." Li Chunfeng said softly.

"Now that you know, you will definitely lose today." Yang Dingxin's dragon sparrow is definitely the best in the sword. In terms of historical inheritance, it far surpasses Ding Qin.

"Really?" Li Chunfeng didn't believe it, but he could feel that the dragon bird flew out, and the yellow sand changed even more terrifyingly.

"Ding Qin Jian." Li Chunfeng shouted in a low voice.

The sword held in Li Jianbai's arms flew out directly, and a sword fell from the sky, fell directly, and plunged into the ground.

Immediately.

The wind stopped, the rain stopped...the yellow sand also stopped flowing.

The scene was silent.

As the setting sun fell, the faces of the three people did not become peaceful.

In this battle, the two faced each other, killed each other, fought each other, and neither could do anything to the other.

There are no sword moves.

That's sword intent!

Both of them are masters of swordsmanship, their minds condense their swords, and they fight each other in the void, invisible and formless!
The young man who watched the battle seemed to understand but half understood, but looked at the two seniors standing quietly, envious and sighed in his heart.

Even powerful people cannot escape disputes and troubles.

Entering the rivers and lakes is not a happy and happy life.

On the contrary, entering the rivers and lakes is involuntary, it is because of love, and it is because the sword is ruthless!
Sudden.

this moment.

Li Jianbai suddenly rang a song in his heart involuntarily.

What song is it?

Xiaoyaotan, the theme song of Immortal Sword, is also the song that best represents Jianghu. The lyrics and music in the song perfectly describe Jianghu.

The years are rare to be silent, the autumn wind is tired of wandering, the setting sun hangs on the wall and is reluctant to let me go, the words in Yiren's ears in the past have flowed eastward with the sound of the tide, and looking back on the past, they will fall with the maple leaves.

Love has come to an end, and hate has given up its promise.Destiny thinks that there are too many humorous thoughts and attitudes that I can't help me, I am a bit sad when I have high ambitions, and it is rare to meet a confidant, but when I look back, I hear the laughter and say that I am in a drunk dream...

Jokes and words are poor, old and ignorant, and today’s madness is finally empty, the knife is blunt and the blade is lacking, the meaning is broken, the dream is broken, the road is full of sighs, no one understands the footprints, and I have been looking forward to passing through the world of mortals for many years. , At the end of the song, people exude white temples and beautiful faces, and the candle is still not aware of it, competing with the sun to lose weight...

When the tears are dry, the blood is gushing, the snow is flying, and everything is empty...

In his heart, the tune sounded, and Li Jianbai felt the Jianghu for the first time, understood the swords and swords of the Jianghu, understood that he couldn't help himself, and understood that Jianghu is also hard to be free.

At this time, the boy stepped forward.

"Seniors, stop. I'll treat you to a drink. There's nothing that can't be solved with one drink. If it can't be solved, then two meals!"

Yang Dingxin and Li Chunfeng looked at each other.

The will to fight has diminished.

(End of this chapter)