Legend of Swordsman

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"Battle with you?"

Jian Wu's eyes narrowed slightly.

Simabu said in a low voice: "This Zhu Tao has a bit of a holiday with me. He has always been resentful. He is not as good as me and dare not come to me. He can only let his disciples come to you for trouble. You don't have to deal with him. "

"Is that so?" Jian Wushuang knew it, looked at Dongfang Yu, and shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not interested."

"Why, isn't Mr. Abu the person who brought this kind of stuff?" Dongfang Yu smiled coldly, and his voice became high, attracting all the Jinlongweis in the attic.

The Jinlongweis looked at this side, and all of them immediately showed a look of interest.

Staring in vain, so many people couldn't help sinking the sword without the double-sided color, and the bucket dipper also pressed down.

"Zhu Tao, what do you mean?" Sima Buleng yelled.

"It's not interesting, but I didn't expect Mr. Abu to be so arrogant to the people you brought. Anyway, I would also go to complete the task of the golden claws of the Dragon Claw three days later. I wouldn't even say hello and leave the game. A little. "Zhu Tao sneered.

"Well, you mean that if someone challenges you, you will have to fight? If so, then I will challenge you now, I wonder if you have the courage to fight with me?" Sima Bu said in a deep voice.

"Haha, Mr. Abu said and laughed. Who doesn't know your strength, I dare not fight with you." Zhu Tao gave a haha.

Jokingly, Simabu realized that there was a hint of fierce fire, or a three-claw Jinlongwei. He was definitely at the top of the congenital Jindan, much stronger than him.

"Swordsman, will you just hide behind Mr. Abu? Are you just as good as a claw Jinlongwei?" Dongfang Yuxi laughed.

"You're right." Jian Wushuang suddenly raised his head and smiled slightly. "It's just saying hello and leaving the game, there is no reason to refuse. In this case, please."

"Sword unparalleled." Sima Bu looked at him in surprise.

"Rest assured, I have a sense." Jian Wushuang said in a low voice.

Jian Wushuang has already fought, and the place where the two fought was on the open space in the middle of this hall.

In the area of ​​tens of square meters, only Jian Wushuang and Dongfang Yu are the two, and a lot of Jinlongwei are watching it with interest.

Dongfang Yu stood with a dark stick in his hand, exuding the weather.

"Budget?"

Sword Wushuang looked, and then the three killing sword in his hand also came out.

"Boy, you're careful." The corner of Dongfang Yu's mouth slightly tilted, followed by the body shape, and rushed straight away. The long stick in his hand turned into a bright black light at this moment.

"so slow."

Jian Wushuang looked at the oriental feather coming straight, but shook his head at the bottom of his heart.

In fact, the speed of this Oriental Feather bursting out in the completeness of the Huahai is already very fast, but it is really a bit too slow for Jian Wushuang, who understands a hint of gale swordsmanship.

But slowly return, the power is not weak.

"Just accompany and play a good show." Jian Wushuang smiled lightly, and the three-killing sword also waved abruptly, the sword light whistled and cut open the air.

Huh!

The three killing swords directly collided with the bright Wuguang directly, and after a low impact sound, the Wuguang turned into a big snake in vain, twisting and rotating in the air, and suddenly smashed in the head. come.

"what?"

Jian Wushuang seemed to be holding up his sword in a hurry to resist, but was still sinking by this stick, and his knees were somewhat bent, but at this time, the big snake suddenly stretched out flat, as if opening blood. Pot mouthful sword biting fiercely.

Jian Wushuang could barely place the three-killer sword across his chest.

Huh!

A low-pitched voice sounded, Jian Wu's stature had been blasted away, and he retreated directly to the edge of the open space to stand still, and the corner of his mouth also spilled a hint of blood at this moment.

"waste."

Dongfang Yu had already taken a stand and looked indifferently, "I can't even take three of my sticks, and I want to complete the task of a claw Jinlongwei, ridiculous!"

Having said that, the Oriental Feather was too lazy to look at Jian Wushuang again, but walked to his master Zhu Tao and looked at him with a delicate smile on their faces.

"Zhu Tao, are you a good disciple?"

"The stick method is very strong. The spiritual power cultivation has reached the limit of the perfection of the Huahai Sea, and even half of his feet have entered the level of Jindan. Moreover, his exercises seem to be extraordinary. The successful completion of Huahai will be a great deal. "

"Where did you find such a good disciple?"

Some of the surrounding Jin Longwei acquainted with Zhu Tao opened their eyes and focused on Zhu Tao and Dongfang Yu, but no one looked at Jian Wushuang.

After all, in this world, the strong are always respected. Since Jian Wushuang has lost, and he can't even take three moves, he can't get the attention of these Jinlongweis.

"Haha, I don't want to tell you. My disciple is the son of one of my deceased people. He does have some talent. I also want to have the opportunity to send him to the Dragon Palace. Unfortunately, no one recommends it." Laughed.

"Dragon Palace?"

"Plan to send to Dragon Palace, but no one recommends it?"

"Haha, Zhu Tao, you disciple are really extraordinary."

There was a roar in the Golden Dragon Hall. Many Jin Longweis were talking about it, but the topic of the introduction was centered around the 'Dragon Palace'.

And Jian Wushuang, who was ignored, had quietly left the eyes of everyone and came to Simabu.

Simabu was drinking and drinking by himself at a table case. When he saw Jian Wushuang coming, he threw the jug in his hand directly.

"Take a sip ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Sima preached.

Jian Wushuang took the hip flask and didn't hesitate to take a sip of spirits directly. In the four months of the dark forest, he learned to drink with Simabu, but now when he drinks it, the spicy taste makes Jian Wushuang heart Relaxing for a while.

"Happy." Jian Wushuang could not help but say a word.

"Why not defeat him directly, but lose it on purpose?" Simabu laughed, his voice very low.

Others don't know Jian Wushuang's strength, but Sima Bu knows it. Just in that battle, Jian Wushuang made it clear that he lost it intentionally.

"After all, this is the Jinlong Temple branch, and there are many people. Maybe there is a spy in the Blood Feather Tower. Of course, I have to be as low-key as possible, as now, so everyone focuses on that Oriental feather. No one cares about me, how good? "Jian Wushuang smiled.

"Haha, I know you think so, but in front of so many people, you are defeated by the three clubs of the Oriental feather. Isn't it difficult to face?" Simabu asked again.

"Compared to his own life, what's his face?" Jian Wushuang grinned and continued to drink.