As the empress who breaks off her engagement at the beginning, I choose the evil little black lotus.

And on the stage.

The two masked Martial Kings also completely claimed their own cultivation. Not even a trace of vitality remained.

In each hand, they held two wooden swords that had not been sharpened.

"Please give me some advice on swordsmanship, Your Highness!"

Among the two, the King Wu who faced Xiaoxiang gave a sword-asking salute to the little girl and said in a respectful tone.

That way, it was like actually facing a master of swordsmanship.

Are you going to play house with a little girl? After you get paid, of course you have to perform well.

This King Wu silently gave himself a favorable review in his heart.

"Your Highness, where is your sword?"

On the other side, facing Xiao Xuan with empty hands, the other King Wu asked doubtfully.

When he thought about it, since the game between the two princesses was about asking for a sword, the palace should not have prepared props for them.

Even if it's just two toys, there should be a sword.

"Oh, the sword is here."

When the two sisters heard this, they immediately took out the two from the storage ring...

The two masked martial arts kings, as well as the audience in the audience, could not help but widen their eyes at this moment.

If they read it correctly, that one seems to be...

Oh, splash drum!
"Dong dong dong..."

As they shook the drum head, it made a "dong-dong-dong" sound.

Everyone: "..."

OK, that’s the rattle!

Two masked men: "?"

"Your Highness, don't you want to ask about the sword?"

"Hey, this is my sword." Xiaoxiang raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

Everyone: "He is indeed a child!"

Looking around, there was an eerie silence.

Xiaoxiang sneered, and then made a milky sound in her mouth: "Why, do you look down on my sword?"

As the little hand shook the small wave drum, with the sound of "dong dong dong", plum blossoms suddenly fell like rain.

"Flowers have no heart, but the sword gives birth to heart."

Xiao Xiang murmured softly, stretched out a small hand and pinched a plum blossom.

Suddenly, countless petals falling in the air gathered towards the girl as if inspired by some inexplicable force.

They actually seemed to have real hearts.

"But how is this possible? The flower has no intention, how can the falling flower have intention?" Niu Pianpian murmured in the audience.

"Senior sister, look carefully!" Su Xue was not a swordsman, so the shock in her heart was not as severe as hers, and she looked more carefully.

I saw the plum blossoms flying around the little girl. They were all similar, with five petals.

But around the girl, changes occurred, and plum blossoms with six, seven, and eight petals appeared.

The color is no longer the original rose red, but dyed with a layer of gorgeous purple.

"This, this is an ominous sign!" Someone in the crowd blurted out subconsciously.

The decline of Daqian started from the plum change. Therefore, it is of course very taboo to see the plum change in the plum meeting.

"woo woo woo woo……"

However, as soon as he said those words, two men in black suddenly appeared behind him. They immediately disabled the man's cultivation, gagged him, and carried him away.

After this scene happened several times, the discordant sounds in the crowd suddenly disappeared.

"This, this breath looks like..."

Ye Buyi looked at the little girl doing plum blossoms on the ring. Her innocent and pretty face became a little uncertain for a moment.

In a daze, she seemed to see the terrifying existence in her previous life with black and white sword marks all over her body, who ended her with one sword.

"Wrong, is it an illusion? How could that woman become a three-year-old girl?

Absolutely, absolutely impossible! It's just that the breath is a bit similar. "Ye Buyi quickly shook his head.

"Hmph, I can't let you ruin all these beautiful plum blossoms!"

Just when everyone's attention was focused on Xiao Xiang, Xiao Xuan, who was on the other stage, snorted coldly and shook the wave drum.

She didn't want to lose.

Just listen to her say: "The flowers withered, but the energy turned into a sword."

dong dong dong...

dong dong dong...

As the drumbeats in the hands of the two became more intense, the fallen plum blossoms in the sky were also divided into two halves.

It's like there are two invisible winds fighting in the air.

The petals around Xiao Xiang all changed like spirits, which were very strange.

But beside Xiao Xuan, the plum blossoms turned into small golden swords in the broken light.

The two Martial Kings opposite them were already dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

Therefore, the descendants of the ancestral court of swordsmanship such as Sword Court and Seven Swords Town Customs all look like monsters.

The two masked martial kings who had sealed themselves as mortals hurriedly unsealed themselves, but it was too late. They were drowned by the rain of flowers and were soon cut into two bloody men. He politely left the ring.

With the two little guys, they really showed their fangs.

No one regarded this as a game played by the Regent of Daqian to coax his two little granddaughters.

"I personally passed on the seventh-level Jin Buyu at the customs in Xiazhen and asked His Highness about the sword!"

"Twilight Honghu of Hidden Sword Mountain, please enlighten me!"

"Mrs. Zhao of Xihe Jianlin, I'm offended!"

"I am the elder of the old Sword Court..."

"Gu Shen Realm Gu Yue He..."

……

A famous sword cultivator came on stage one after another. At the beginning, it was still the younger generation of Martial Lords and Martial Kings.

But the geniuses he saw were defeated one after another.

Moreover, without exception, they were all killed without mercy before even making a single move.

Not to mention the sword intent, it will collapse at the first touch.

Later, even the elders of the Ya Sheng Realm couldn't sit still.

However, these two brats are like two bottomless pits. Whenever they feel that they have reached the bottom, the two brats will tell them with ruthless reality that there is still an abyss below.

There are abyss beneath the abyss, many abyss deep and deep, and it is impossible to find the bottom.

Whether it is the Life Lantern Realm, the Treasure Raft Realm, or even the Other Shore Realm.

As long as they were sealed by the old man in green, these old men named so-and-so sword gods and so-and-so sword kings would all suffer the same fate as the young people.

Whether it is the level of swordsmanship or the level of swordsmanship, it is the same as nothing in front of them.

Whether it is the Three-Legged Cat Sword Technique in the martial arts world or the top inheritance from a famous family, under the sound of the drum, it is the Three-Legged Cat Sword Technique.

Whether it is an inferior sword intention or a first-level sword intention, under the sound of drums, they are all inferior sword intentions.

Xiao Xiang: "Shiyuanjie swordsmanship has been broken!"

Xiao Xuan: "There are no real sword cultivators here anymore!"

As the sword heart of an old Supreme Elder of the Sword Court was shattered, his face was ashen.

The two little girls also made such judgments unceremoniously.

Below, there was complete silence. Because there is nothing wrong with this.

A group of top sword cultivators in the Shiyuan world were overwhelmed by two three-year-old kids and couldn't hold their heads up. Doesn't that mean their swordsmanship has been broken?
Question: How long is the path of swordsmanship in the Shiyuan Realm? It traces back five billion years to the sword ancestor!
No, from today, it is only three years old!

"Hee hee, our two good daughters have become famous all over the world at the age of one. Are you happy?"

On the plum tree, an invisible white shadow fell down the branches, and landed next to a veiled woman under the tree who also covered her figure with a life lamp, and asked with a smile.

Veiled Woman: "No!"

Veiled Woman: "I'm not here to see them."

Veiled Woman: "I just came to see Xue'er."

At this time, her eyes were indeed not on the stage, but on the girl below the stage.

After almost two years of not seeing each other, she seems to have grown a little taller. …

"Senior Sister Niu, be careful!"

On the other side, Su Xue said to Niu Pianpian who was about to go on stage.

Niu Pianpian: "Well, I dare to say that Shi Yuan has no swordsmanship. I will let them see His Royal Highness the Son's sentimental swordsmanship."

Her eyes wandered around between the two arenas, and finally chose the one where Xiao Xuan was.

"Hey, Commoner, what's wrong with you?"

On the other hand, Zhu Xiaobao didn't notice, and the beauty beside him also jumped onto the ring.

"Little sister, do we need to change places?"

On the ring, Ye Buyi asked Xiao Xiang.

Xiao Xiang raised her head and looked at the tall, mountainous woman in front of her.

The painting style of this one seems to be different from the previous ones.

Xiao Xiang: "Why do you want to change places?"

Ye Buyi pointed to the plum trees nearby: "Because you have shaken the plum blossoms almost to the point of falling out!"

Xiao Xiang smiled: "I originally thought you would be different."

Xiao Xiang: "I didn't expect that he is also a fool!"

Xiao Xiang: "Even if an idiot is standing by the river, he will die of thirst because he can't find a cup."

Ye Buyi opened his mouth and was about to say something.

Then he saw the little girl throw away the wave drum in her hand: "I am the king of swords, and all flying flowers and fallen leaves can fall into the sword."

"Anything other than a sword can fit into a sword, let alone a sword!"

"Here comes the sword!"

Followed by the cute three-year-old baby's milky sound and milky sword.

The swords of hundreds of swordsmen present vibrated at the same time, and all of them came out of their sheaths and flew towards the ring.

Only Ye Buyi and a few others reacted and imbued the sword with sword intention in time, and then they kept the sword.

"Even your swords recognize me more!"

There are hundreds of swords surrounding the little milk bag.

Looking at the uneven sword that kept vibrating in Ye Buyi's hand, he said with no trace of amusement.

Sometimes words are sharper than swords.

As soon as she said this, there were a hundred sword cultivators on the spot, their faces turned ashen, and their sword hearts were completely shattered.

However, the pretty face of the female swordswoman in white in front of her did not change much.

"As long as it is still in my hand, it is my sword." The woman in white held the Buping Sword tightly and whispered.

"I was once the bright moon, but I fell into the black marsh."

"I drew my sword in anger, but my spine was broken."

"But I, a sword cultivator, have been drinking ice for ten years, but I still bleed in plain clothes!"

"Buzz..." Buping Sword vibrated.

When the enchanting figure in white drew his sword, Xiao Xiang's slightly amber pupils also widened slightly.

"Hook Shenjie, Buyi Sword Intent!"

In front of his eyes, a majestic figure he had seen in his previous life flashed across his eyes.

His strength was mediocre, but his sword power was not bad, and she could barely remember it.

"Could it be..."

Comparing the man in his memory with the pretty female swordsman in front of him, Xiao Naibao's little face suddenly became weird.

Xuan Ji smiled sincerely for the first time: "Oh, it turns out it's you!"

"This is really unrecognizable!"

And in another arena.

"Little sister, if you have never seen the way of swordsmanship, you cannot speak of it. The way of swordsmanship in this world has been cut off. Suddenly, the old road has been broken, and a new road has been born."

Niu Pianpian educated Xiao Xuan in front of her.

"Ha!" Xiao Xuan just sneered when she heard this.

never seen it.

When I was still in my mother's womb, I was forced to "get to know each other well" by some old guy.

But her sneer sounded contemptuous to Niu Pianpian's ears.

Niu Pianpian: "You know, seeing flowers as swords is only the first level."

Xiao Xuan said casually: "What about the second floor?"

Niu Pianpian: "Flowers are not swords, and swords are not flowers."

Xiao Xuan: "Flowers are not swords, swords are not flowers, nonsense is still nonsense."

Xiao Xuan: "..."

"So, is there a third level?"

Niu Pianpian: "On the third level, flowers are not flowers, and swords are not swords."

Niu Pianpian: "This is the origin of Wuxue Sword Intent, the top sword intention of Youqing Kendo, and Wuxue Sword Technique derived from Wuxue Sword Intent."

"Oh, then who was the first to comprehend such a profound sword meaning?" Xiao Xuan's heart moved.

She once heard the old woman say that this Wuxue Sword Intent was realized by her father after he suffered a serious emotional injury.

However, the old woman never revealed her father's identity to her.

At this moment, although the face of this little girl reincarnated by Haoran God still maintained a paralyzed expression, her two ears had quietly stood up.

Niu Pianpian had no doubt about it and said: "Wuxue Sword Intent was realized by my master."

After a pause, she added: "The day Master realized his enlightenment, I was right beside him."

At this time, Niu Pianpian's eyes were distant.

It was as if I was back on the camel beast crossing the sea.

It was not that she was flattering herself, but that day, after watching her perform Taoxue Sword Technique, Master Shizong suddenly had an enlightenment and realized the supreme Wuxue Sword Intent of Youqing Sword Technique.

She was also the opportunity for Master to gain enlightenment.

Based on this alone, Niu Pianpian is determined to understand Wuxue's sword intention and carry it forward.

Although, her master Shen Xiaoxue seemed to dislike this kind of sword intent.

Top-level swordsmanship all evolves from top-level swordsmanship.

If the mind is clear, there is no need for dharma.

It was precisely because of the stupid post-cultivation that they could not directly penetrate the sword's intention with just one thought, so the Sword Emperor Sword Masters evolved their sword skills from the sword's intention.

After Su Yan realized Wuxue Sword Intent, he was not in a hurry to find a successor. As a result, Wuxue Sword Intent has not yet had a corresponding sword technique.

The current Wuxue sword technique was copied by Niu Pianpian based on watching Su Yan's sword dance on the sea that day.

One percent of the sword's power cannot be exhausted.

Niu Pianpian has always wanted to ask her master for guidance.

It's a pity that no one knows where Master is now.

"Master?"

The little one, who was no higher than her knees, slowly uttered these two words in a baby voice, and looked up with a pair of leisurely eyes.

Niu Pianpian: "Cold!"

Niu Pianpian: Why? The look in this child's eyes suddenly became so many times more terrifying!
At this moment, I don't know if it was the survival instinct of the true spirit deep in his mind. Niu Pianpian scratched his head and subconsciously blurted out: "Oh, actually, it is not accurate to call him Master, it should be his former Master."

"Oh, it turned out to be the front, I don't know how many times!" Xiao Xuan said to herself.

"What did you say?" Niu Pianpian blinked in confusion.

Xiao Xuan: "Nothing."

Xiao Xuan: "Can I know your master's name?"

"Oh, don't you know? That's right, you're only three years old."

Niu Pianpian: "My master is..."

"I still know!"

Under the plum tree, Bai Su said to the veiled woman. (End of chapter)