Legend of Swordsman

For a time, there was only the anger that the son was unwilling, and the slap of the little emperor's bow.

Nearly two hundred old men in the heavenly court looked at this scene and shook their heads and sighed. This is not the first time about the emperor's flying and arrogance. It was a total of five feasts and three fights.

However, although the emperor was very cryptic about this, he never stopped it, and even had no crimes or lessons.

This also caused the participants to dare to speak out, fearing that the little emperor would be upset and give himself a sword for nothing.

With Chen Qing as an "accomplice", the little emperor let go of his hands and feet and slapped his face, and the son could only bear humiliation. As for the more than ten Yanxian brought by him, although his eyes moved, he did not dare to dissuade him.

At this moment, a sigh of resounding sound.

"Gongziyan, Mo wants to use this heaven as your six-day realm. Is your heaven the place where you want to be ?!"

The same figure in a plain ceremonial dress stepped into this sapphire giant hall, which was quite a martial art among the eyebrows of the martial arts.

The little emperor raised his head slowly when he heard the words, and looked at him with yawning eyes, and then let go of the young man under him, and walked slowly towards him.

"What are you going to do?" The rather heroic young man stepped back half a step unconsciously, his eyes showing vigilance.

It was a powerful slap in response to him.

The Yingwu young man seemed to have expected that his neck would escape the blow a little, but then there was a sudden pain in his abdomen.

I saw that Xiao Emperor, with an incredible speed, directly hit the top of his knee and hit his lower abdomen, forcing him to lose his resistance instantly, and at the same time the slap of the storm threw up.

The young man stood up, covered his slightly bluish cheeks, looked angrily at the little emperor who was still violent, and then raised the palm of his raging rage.

"Second son, you have already done many secret attacks, this time, let's pause."

Chen Qing sounded with a little sneer, and at the same time, a more prudent force was blocked in front of the son.

The son corrected his gaze, and looked at Chen Qing's gaze with a sudden death, "Chen Qing, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, people are doing it, the sky is watching, oh, I almost forgot, you two are already heaven." Chen Qing said with his arms behind his head.

The killing in his eyes became heavier and heavier, but the prince just snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and retreated to the side, closing his eyes and raising his mind.

"Brother Jian," Chen Qing immediately leaned against Jian Wushuang, his face mysteriously said, "Guess who is Emperor Xiao?"

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, "Is it his brother again?"

Chen Qing nodded, "The third brother, Gongzi Yu."

He smiled dumbly, "Would he want to draw several brothers one by one?"

"I'm not sure," Chen Qing shrugged. "But it is estimated that when the fourth is drawn, the Emperor is coming."

This brave young man named Gong Ziyu, with a slap in the face of the little emperor's storm, snarled hard with dozens of slaps and slammed into his face with his vigorous palm.

But the space seemed to stagnate for a moment, and the little emperor slightly passed his head slightly, and then stepped back, then stepped back, and kicked the son off with a kick.

There was an uproar, and the companion brought by Gongzi Yu could not help but take a step forward and whispered, "You are a prince, why are you the second son, and the three sons are embarrassed in this heavenly court? Are you arrogant? "

Little Emperor glanced at him coldly, and in his hand quietly appeared a real sword with immortal air.

Seeing that, the companion wearing a purple robe stepped back and gritted his teeth, saying, "Heaven cannot be stained with blood!"

At this moment, there were four other bodies dressed in tooth-white suits, all walking into the sapphire giant hall.

But after seeing this scene, the four figures took a half step back in tacit understanding and looked at the little emperor alertly.

"Come here." Little Emperor withdrew the real sword and waved at several people.

One of the slightly younger people responded quietly, "Brother, don't come unharmed."

The atmosphere was heavy, and all Yanxian stared at this impending battle square.

The little emperor sneered, and a soft sword was wiped from his waist without traces on his palms.

The face of the five people changed slightly, and one of the thin young men stepped forward, "Brother, stop, don't make the emperor unhappy anymore."

He turned a deaf ear and raised his sword step by step, revealing his murderous intentions from his eyes.

At this time, Chen Qing's complexion also changed subtly, "Brother Sword, Xiao Dijun seems to have really killed himself this time, so I will step forward and stop."

Jian Wushuang nodded, this magnificent heavenly court, if it was really stained with blood, I am afraid that the emperor who has not yet appeared will never forgive the little emperor.

The young man covering his cheek aside with a happy face, the look in his eyes, I wish they could fight on the spot.

A total of five magnificent powers filled the square in this sapphire giant hall for a moment.

Every son in a kimono is ready for a battle.

The little emperor didn't seem to worry at all. He carried the soft sword in his hand and moved forward as if he had entered the unmanned state.

Just as Jian Wushuang and Chen Qing were about to step forward to stop, the sky that was originally lingering in the clouds, I do not know when there will be a brilliant Chinese rhyme.

At this moment, the entire cloud-filled sky dome changed.

Jian Wushuang seemed to realize what he was looking at.

I saw a black robe formed by a gathering and scattered cloud. He stepped on the colorful rhythm and walked down the sky, shockingly, as if there were rules of the avenue flowing around him.

"Is this the true Wuyang Emperor?" Jian Wushuang murmured in his heart, somewhat shocked by his general trend.

With a palm of your hand, the battle between the little emperor and others was directly suppressed, and the strength was dissipated.

Even Jian Wushuang clearly felt that the strength of the body was suppressed.

The black robe has its foot in the center of the square ~ www.readwn.com ~ It looks like a sculpture.

The faces of the five people all changed, and then they shook hands at the same time, "Have seen Yu Bo."

Little Emperor did not speak, reached out and placed the soft sword around his waist, then said quietly, "Yu Bo."

The black robe fluttered slightly, a pair of turbid eyes slowly swept around, and finally looked at him, "Little emperor, don't be angry anymore, the emperor will arrive later."

As the voice fell, it was another voice that seemed to permeate through the ages, carrying the supreme majesty, resounding, "Are you kissing?"

All Yan Xian who gathered in the heavenly court heard this voice, and they all sang their hands and said, "I have seen the emperor."

The heavenly dome with dim colorful colors dimmed sideways, and a majestic figure dressed in the costume of the emperor of the mountain and river emerged.

Behind him, there are ninety-nine figures.

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