Reflect the world

Chapter 219 Wooden Sword?wooden sword! (third change)

"Ahh~"

Tang Xuanming yawned heavily, feeling tired of this kind of unskilled fighting.

However, a group of ronin and the Emperor Dongying watched intently.

Shocked by Juewushen's powerful and unparalleled defense, and moved by the ferocity of the fire unicorn.

"It was correct that I didn't make a move. Absolutely Wushen stole the golden bell cover from the Central Plains Shaolin Temple. After practicing the undefeated golden body, his strength has greatly improved. It is no longer as simple as before."

Emperor Dongying carefully thought about Jue Wushen's moves, and looked at the boy who was dozing off on the top of the attic, his pupils shrank involuntarily.

"To be able to tame the fire unicorn, such a strong person is really terrifying, the most terrifying thing is his age..."

Emperor Dongying felt his aging body, and then looked at Tang Xuanming's youthful body full of vigor and vitality, jealousy was born involuntarily.

He was already at the end of the day, and the young man in front of him was like the sun that had just risen, with infinite possibilities.

"How strong is he? Is it the fire unicorn tamed for him by the elders of the sect, or by himself?"

The Emperor Dongying kept looking at the boy lying on the attic like a lazy cat. The boy's body was slender, his limbs were not too thick, and his proportions were just right.

He looked like a kid from a rich family who had never practiced martial arts before. There were no strong muscles and thick calluses on his exposed arms. Such a young man did not look like a person who practiced martial arts all year round.

Even if one's martial arts cultivation has reached an extremely advanced level, all the calluses on the body can disappear, but the traces of martial arts training cannot be washed away.

For example, when he practiced the Shattering Sword, even if he had reached the point of returning to basics, the strong muscles in his hands could not be concealed.

But he didn't see any traces of martial arts training on that boy's body.

"I'm back, Erha, it's too late, ah..."

Tang Xuanming let out a long yawn, he was still lying there, but he didn't know when there was a sword in his hand.

Qilin, who was entangled with Jue Wushen, left at once. Jue Wushen turned his head to look in Tang Xuanming's direction, and laughed wildly: "So what about the Central Plains? The Central Plains Wulin is just a group of self-deprecating martial arts people, and it is not worth paying attention to." Mention, I, Japan, is the real country of the rising sun, and I should enjoy the corresponding glory."

"Everything you have came from me, now it's time for me to take it back!"

"Come on, come down and fight with me. I will let you know what is called an immortal golden body. Those stubborn people in the Central Plains will only limit your development, and everything will be carried forward in our hands."

He is absolutely not complacent, and even now he has not suffered the slightest injury.

The golden bell jar originated from Shaolin Temple has been cultivated to the peak by him, unless his internal energy is exhausted, there is no way to defeat him at all.

The Emperor Dongying in the distance looked at Jue Wushen who was in a state of madness, and slowly shook his head. When he looked at Tang Xuanming, his gaze became truly dignified.

The lazily lying boy on the attic slowly stood up, with a wooden sword in his hand.

The distance between Jue Wushen and him was more than ten feet, but his strength reached their level, his eyes were extremely sharp, and he could clearly see the wooden sword in Tang Xuanming's hand.

He widened his eyes, looked at Tang Xuanming with an incredulous gaze, then supported his waist and laughed until he couldn't straighten his waist.

"Are you out of your mind? (ω) hiahiahia, you want to fight me with a wooden sword. Even the top magic soldiers in the Central Plains may not be able to break through my defense. You rely on a wooden sword... ..."

There was a wild smile on his face, but there was a trace of scruple in the depths of his eyes.

No matter how wildly he laughed, his gaze never left Tang Xuanming's right hand holding the sword.

With his mind concentrated, he saw more and more clearly, and he could even see the texture on Tang Xuanming's wooden sword, the burrs that hadn't been completely removed, and the hand-cut, which looked a little uneven. blade.

It was not just a wooden sword, but a crudely made wooden sword. I don't know which young man admired the legend of the knights in the rivers and lakes, and cut the wooden sword by hand.

The material of the sword is the most common white birch, which can be seen everywhere and is often used as firewood.

"Are you going to use this kind of child's toy against me?"

This time Jue Wushen really laughed undisguisedly, while the Emperor Dongying who had been paying attention here was also puzzled.

"Being able to subdue Fire Qilin, no matter relying on the sect or his own strength, proves that this young man's strength is not low. How could he do such a stupid thing?"

Facing Jue Wushen who was laughing wildly, Tang Xuanming looked flat and calm, and said slowly: "My room is called No. [-] in the world, take care!"

Tang Xuanming held the sword upright in front of his chest, as if he saw a young man who had just entered the rivers and lakes. The ignorant young man didn't understand anything, he only had a sense of loyalty.

He was not dyed with other colors by the big dye vat of Jianghu like the previous Jianghu knights, and he still maintained his pure heart until his death.

Staring at the wooden sword in front of him, Tang Xuanming seemed to see the boy's smiling face.

"This sword is for you."

Tang Xuanming lowered his gaze, and then drew out his sword in an instant.

No one saw how this sword was used, and when everyone saw Tang Xuanming again, he sat lazily on the attic again.

I don't know where I brought a piece of white silk, and slowly wiped the blood-stained wooden sword... blood-stained!

Emperor Dongying's pupils contracted, and with his strength, he only saw an afterimage, and he didn't even fully capture Tang Xuanming's movements. Thinking of that unpredictable sword, his cold sweat burst out coming.

And the extremely rampant Jue Wushen froze in place, staring at the wooden sword in Tang Xuanming's hand, at the smear of blood on the wooden sword, and then looked down at his chest, where there was a smear of bright red, and is constantly expanding.

He couldn't help but recall Tang Xuanming's sword movement just now. That sword was neither expensive nor gorgeous, and it was very different from the swords of Central Plains martial arts swordsmen.

The only difference is fast, unparalleled fast.

So fast that Jue Wushen couldn't react, he saw the boy's sword pointing at his chest like a dragonfly on water.

Originally, even the most top-notch magic weapon might not be able to pierce the body, but when it encountered the wooden sword over there, it seemed to have encountered a natural enemy.

After the golden bell cover was changed into the undefeated golden body by him, the cover door has no fixed place at all, and it is always wandering in the body.

With the flow of his mind, even with the sharp blade of the magic weapon, there is no way to pierce it.

But when the young man handed over the sword, he happened to meet his door.

The layers of Gang Qi were sliced ​​apart like tofu, and all the solid places were bypassed.

That wooden sword, which could be easily broken by a child, just broke through all his obstacles, and hit his heart with a sword.

"Good sword!"

(End of this chapter)