Legend of Swordsman

There was silence in the heavenly court, and Jian Wushuang looked at him, "I'm not wrong, and the penalty can't be said naturally."

Zhen Wuyang said in a deep voice, "Heaven does not allow blood to be contaminated, but you have killed more than a dozen Yan Xian. Isn't it a matter of seeing the rules of heaven?"

Jian Wushuang calmed himself, "If I do n’t have to deter them, I ca n’t stand here now. People do n’t offend me, I do n’t have to bother, but if people offend me and wipe out threats, it ’s the best choice . "

"I don't think of any kind of threat. It's not a threat to change a place, whether it's in heaven or anywhere."

"All I can do is wipe out these threats by any means."

Heaven was so quiet that the needle fell, but only Jian Wushuang's voice was recalling, and all the elders looked at him in a fixed manner.

They didn't expect that this guy who suppresses the Yanxian powerfully in the realm of the realm and sweeps away the threats with his own strength, the words and behavior style are so similar.

Zhen Wuyang sat on the throne without a word, staring blankly at Jian Wushuang.

At the same time, a great power came quietly in the heavenly court.

Jian Wushuang only felt an unspeakable pressure, sinking on every inch of his skin, just like the 100,000 Shenfeng peaks.

He bit the tip of his tongue without trace, and even did not exert his strength, resisting it with the strength of his body.

Yu Bo, who was standing behind Zhen Wuyang, also raised his muddy eyes at the moment to look at Jian Wushuang, and then watched his nose again.

The little emperor also noticed that when he looked cold, he immediately pulled out the soft sword around his waist, and the sword cut off the pressure.

"Emperor, we are tired, we have to explain things quickly, let's go to sleep ... to face the wall." Little Emperor withdrew his soft sword, looking at Zhenwuyang with a look of anger.

Looking at the little emperor who was not afraid and unscrupulous, Zhen Wuyang was surprisingly not angry, wanted to say something, and finally sighed, without a good air, "Go away."

Xiaodijun raised his eyebrows, and then pulled the sword Wushuang ready to leave.

"Wait," Zhen Wuyang's magnificent voice sounded again, "Let Yu Chang supervise you and think about it, and you will regret the lack of it."

The old man standing behind Zhen Wuyang ordered the two of them step by step, and then issued a restraint with his left and right hands, tying Jian Wushuang and Xiaodijun directly, and then quickly left the Tianting Giant Hall and rushed to the listening wind tower.

When Xiaodijun's figure disappeared, a moment of loneliness flashed in Zhen Wuyang's eyes.

"Zhongxianjia, we rarely get together, let's go to the Yuege Pavilion for a drink."

...

"Yu Bo, let me go if I can't do it. Although I have thought about it, I don't have to imprison personal freedom ..."

In a magnificent place with thousands of peach blossoms and a breeze, the two are bound together, sitting back to back in a pavilion.

Jian Wushuang was very depressed, but it was only ten or twenty Yanxian beheaded, and he was fined for ten years.

Although the scenery is excellent, it is a bit uncomfortable to sit trapped in this pavilion and sit for another ten years.

The little emperor with his back to back was also helpless. He said a good word and didn't let Na Yu release his imprisonment.

"Little Emperor, you will be asleep in ten years." Yu Bo raised his eyes and looked at him, then he began to sit down not far away.

When I saw that Yu Bo was already sitting, Xiaodijun pushed the sword without any trace and whispered, "I have a soft sword around my waist. You gently pull it out and cut the chain ..."

Jian Wushuang heard the words, and even if he started to touch the waist of the little emperor.

"The sword is in my belt, what are you doing under my waist?"

"Mistakes, your hands are a bit numb ... don't move."

"Can I stay still? That's my itchy flesh."

...

After some hard struggles, Jian Wushuang finally pulled out the soft sword and cut off the chain on Xiao Dijun.

Shaking his hand, Xiaodijun got up and took the soft sword, and also broke the chain on his body.

"Go, I'll take you to a good place." Little Emperor's rare expression of complacency, with a wave of his hand, took Jian Wushuang away.

Jian Wushuang was hard to quit, looked back at Yu Bo, who was still sitting, and then left the pavilion with him.

Just as the two left, Yu Bo slowly opened his eyes, shook his head helplessly, and continued to watch the nose.

The two were almost blindly saying that I was leaving, how could Yu Bo not find out? But he had nothing to stop, and allowed them to leave.

As long as you don't listen to the typhoon, everything is safe.

Xinbu was lingering among these thousands of miles of peach blossom forest, and Jian Wushuang's tense state of mind had been relaxed a little.

From the mouth of the little emperor, I learned that almost all of the noble fairies in the nine heavens surrounding the heavens lived in this listening typhoon.

It only took more than a thousand steps to make a peach fairy sitting on the peach branch holding out the beautiful fairy wine.

"Brother Jian, how much wine is there?" He took off two pots of peach blossoms in Taoxian's hands, and Xiaodijun directly gave Jian Wushuang a pot.

"It's okay." Jian Wushuang did not quit, holding up the thin ear jug ​​and drinking for a long time.

The wine line with a hint of powder enters the throat, and the sweet and sweet meaning is dispersed in the peach forest.

Little Emperor smiled slightly, and also learned Jian Wushuang, holding up the jug to drink.

Although it seems that there is only one pot of peach blossom brewed by Taoxian, there are holes in the pot.

Jian Wushuang drank about a hundred pounds at once, and then stopped, only to feel transparent, unable to say that it was comfortable.

The little emperor on the side was like a whale swallowing a cow, and he drank a jug of wine.

"I said, you're so drunk, you panic?" Jian Wushuang asked.

For their immortal Yanxian, things like wine, whether sincere or not, are already drunk.

Even if it is fairy wine, it is nothing but the taste of the throat, not drunk.

But he looked at the little emperor who had a hazy meaning in his eyes ~ www.readwn.com ~ and found that things were not so simple.

"No, are you drunk?" Jian Wushuang asked again.

The little emperor with a red face heard the words and shook his head slowly. "No, I'm not drunk. How can I get drunk in this area?"

Listening to the sound of this already big tongue, Jian Wushuang was helpless and took the hip flask in his hand.

"Hey, Xiao Taoxian, give this seat a pot again and ask for aging."

"..."

Jian Wushuang never imagined that as a Yanxian, she could be drunk by the local liquor.

"Don't drink you, what will happen to you later, you will be taken back again!"

Thousands of pounds of wine entered the abdomen, although the little emperor was still awake, but his feet were already floating.

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