Bear Child's Journey Through Ten Thousand Worlds

Chapter 209 To be a human being, one must learn to say no!
Chapter 210 Four

Xuantong's expression was indifferent, although he was surprised by Wang Xiaoming's sharp sword moves before, but he didn't show any fear.

"What's your name for this sword?" Xuan Tong held the long sword in his hand, looked at Wang Xiaoming, and asked indifferently.

Hearing the words, Wang Xiaoming also meant to temporarily stop drawing the sword, looked at the Qinglian Sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "This sword is called Qinglian Sword, which is named after the Sword Immortal, so I am named Baixianjun! "

Xuantong carefully looked at the white long sword in Wang Xiaoming's hand, and then looked at Wang Xiaoming's attire, all in white, with a celestial spirit, but he looked like a fairy.

"Bai Xianjun, yes, this sword is not bad. I never thought that I would meet such a master of swordsmanship who is very immortal when I first stepped into a difficult situation. This is my luck."

"Fourth master's praise." Wang Xiaoming saluted, his thin stature and that crisp baby voice made Xuantong feel a strange feeling in his heart.

"In this case, I will use a good sword to fight you a few moves." As soon as Xuantong finished speaking, the sword in his hand flew towards the purple Yufen, and fell directly into the sword box.

Zi Yu was stunned for a moment, looked at Xuan Tong, and seemed to be asking, what kind of sword do you want to use?

"Wu Wang Jian," Xuan Tong said in a calm tone to Purple Yu Fen.

Zi Yufen heard the words, nodded, and curled his fingers together. A sword light flashed in the sword box, and it spun out in mid-air, releasing endless fierce sword energy, and landed directly on Xuantong's hand.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Xuantong, holding the Wuwang Sword tightly with one hand, and with the other behind his back, standing in front of Wang Xiaoming with extraordinary momentum.

"Please!" Xuan Tong said to Wang Xiaoming in a very polite voice with a magnetic voice.

A smile appeared on Wang Xiaoming's immature face, because he could feel that Xuantong had begun to take him seriously and regarded him as a real opponent.

He's getting serious.

"Please!" Wang Xiaoming also held Qinglian Sword tightly, and then returned the gift to Xuan Tong.

"The sword-shaped sword is called the Chijian Xin, the name and shape are both bad and the sword always exists, and it will accompany the sword in life and death!"

When the poem number fell, Xuantong rushed over directly, with awe-inspiring sword aura, and a transparent sword shadow formed in the air, as if there was a pair of invisible wings, which became as thin as cicada wings, forming an invisible sword in the wind .

Wang Xiaoming looked at this scene, facing the powerful sword energy sweeping, his face was full of smiles, and he didn't show any fear. With a stroke of genius, he was immune to this invisible sword energy, and he was about to drink Rushing over, unexpectedly came behind Xuantong in an instant.

This kind of speed can be regarded as instantaneous displacement, and Xuantong has seen this move before, so he was already prepared in his heart, the Wuwang sword swept across, and the sword energy spread all over the sky.

"One Qi Xuantong!"

Wang Xiaoming directly used his ultimate move when the sword energy spread all over the sky.

"Qinglian Sword Song!"

His person and his sword turned into countless figures with sword energy, perfectly avoiding Xuantong's attack.

"chi chi."

The two sharp sword auras in the air devoured each other, and the figures of the two of them came and went without a trace, waving long swords everywhere, and the collision of swords and swords made a sound. , crisp and melodious, as if playing some kind of beautiful music.

Zi Yufen watched this scene from the side, his face was full of astonishment, and he felt a little enjoyment watching the competition between the two.

At the same time, Zi Yufen was shocked. Someone who can compete with Wan Hongqu in sword moves is worthy of respect.

After several rounds of fighting, Wang Xiaoming quickly distanced himself from Xuan Tong, and the long sword in his hand faintly groaned.

On the other hand, Xuantong looked calm and calm, held Wuwang sword, looked at Wang Xiaoming and said: "My friend Xianjun's sword moves are very exquisite, it is my pleasure to compete with you."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming nodded and said, "I think so too, but the next move will determine the outcome!"

"Oh?" Xuan Tong was startled, seemed to be very surprised, and then with a smile on his face, he asked: "It seems that you want to beat me?"

"It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, it's better than passing!" Wang Xiaoming said indifferently.

After all, the system only asked me to compete with him in sword moves, and it was required to use Jiuyang Tianjue to compete with him.

The sword move used earlier is a kind of sword technique that comes with Feng Qiuhuang's skin, and it is not a real martial art.

Then next, do the task and use Jiuyang Tianjue to compete with it.

Let's also see how powerful one of the famous sword Wuming Tired Reaping Heaven's unique skills is.

At this point, Wang Xiaoming raised the golden pure yang energy, and the Qinglian sword spun in his hand, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and at the same time, he could see six golden suns appearing around Wang Xiaoming, spinning around Wang Xiaoming, and then suddenly charged into the air.

When Xuan Tong saw this scene, his face was full of astonishment, he never expected that he would use such a powerful sword art.

However, he didn't feel any pressure. Instead, a relieved smile appeared on his face. The Wuwang sword in his hand shook slightly, and the sound of the sword's cry resounded, and waves of sword rhythm rippled.

"The six suns burn the night!"

Wang Xiaoming waved the Qinglian Sword in his hand, and saw that when the six scorching suns in mid-air were spinning, they carried endless power of sword energy, and the fiery sword light shone on the surrounding fields, sweeping directly in a way of destroying the dead.

"Swinging the plains with one sword, frightening the gods all over the world!"

The sword energy in Xuantong's hand also swept wildly, shaking the surrounding fields. In the wilderness jungle, the sword energy swept across countless trees and was cut and broken in an instant.

boom -

The two sword glows collided with each other, the surrounding fields exploded, and smoke and dust swept across.

The powerful ripples of sword energy knocked Xuantong back, but he quickly stabilized his body.

Wang Xiaoming took a step back, with a smile on his face, and said, "It's about the same, it's a tie."

Xuantong shook his head and said, "On my path of swordsmanship, there is no such thing as a tie, there are only winners and losers."

Wang Xiaoming was taken aback when he heard Xuan Tong's words, and smiled, "Then you didn't hurt me, and I didn't hurt you, so isn't that a tie?"

Hearing this, Xuantong looked at the red hair beside his ear, it was actually cut off by the sword energy during the last move, which showed that he was slightly inferior.

Wang Xiaoming followed Xuantong's gaze, coughed lightly, and said, "So that's how it is."

"You are an opponent that I admire, not an opponent, but a genius in swordsmanship. I think we can become sword friends." Xuantong said to Wang Xiaoming.

Zi Yufen couldn't help but said: "It's so easy to recognize someone as a friend, are you so bottomless?"

Xuantong smiled, and said in a very calm tone: "For a swordsman who is very accomplished in the way of swordsmanship, I am very happy to become friends with him and exchange the heart of swordsmanship!"

Hearing what Xuantong said, Wang Xiaoming nodded and smiled, "It's my honor to be the fourth prince's friend."

Hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Xuan Tong smiled without saying a word, looking at the purple Yu Fen beside him, as if telling him with his eyes, listen to him yourself, you can make good friends only if you have no bottom line!

Zi Yu was stunned for a moment, seemed a little angry, looked at Wang Xiaoming and said, "You must learn to refuse!"

(End of this chapter)