Legend of Swordsman

Chen Qing smiled secretly again, "This is not groundless, but it has long been rumored that the son Mo Youxi is male, and he once recruited Tianjiao teenagers in the entire big domain and sent them to his northern Celestial State. It ’s cured so you can enjoy the beauty at any time. "

"For example, right now, these handsome young men may be the male pets he maintains."

Although Jian Wushuang still has no expression on his face, it is already cold in his heart.

Looking at the more than 20 handsome teenagers who came out, there was a touch of imperceptible softness between each eyebrow, which seemed to indirectly corroborate what Chen Qing said.

"Whatever he likes has nothing to do with us. Next, we will immediately withdraw after finding the zigzag bone armor. Try not to have disputes." Jian Wushuang whispered.

Chen Qing and Chunqiu both nodded, and then stopped talking.

The identity of the three of them is the guard of Xianzhou who came to the Temple of Heaven on duty. Together with their faces, they can be easily transformed into ordinary ones. They are almost impossible to find if they are thrown in the crowd.

Therefore, they stood by the giant pillars on both sides of the hall and acted as guards.

Originally, Jian Wushuang did not intend to enter the giant hall, but was about to turn around this temple, but in the end, the steps were interrupted by the silver bell mother.

Standing on the side of the giant pillar, he turned his gaze to the center of the temple, the handsome young men who were demonstrating sword dance at the moment.

The so-called sword dance is more ornamental than practical. Although each of them has a stable sword, but lacks decisiveness and resoluteness, it is obviously used for watching.

Although all these handsome youths are rare seedlings with swords, Jian Wushuang obviously has no love for love.

The most important thing to practice Kendo is the innate energy in your heart since childhood, which is the foundation.

Ultimately all things are big, and various Daoist laws are emerging one after another. Although the swordsmanship is special, it does not escape the rules of the avenue. Natural swordsmanship will also come down with the passage of time.

These, naturally, can't have the slightest image of Jian Wushuang's state of mind.

Surrounded by a silver bell ringing softly, the drunken son, Mo, smiling at the sword dance performance, seemed extremely satisfied.

"It's so boring, it's so boring." Yin Ling, who sat in the top position, was dissatisfied.

The son Mo Wenyan drew back his gaze, "What's wrong with Yin Ling, dissatisfied?"

Yinling pursed her lips, "Of course not satisfied, how many times have you seen it again and again, do you know, and do not change something new."

"Well, according to you, you can do whatever you say," said Mo Chong, the son.

Yin Ling drummed his mouth, as if thinking of some new tricks, and then glanced into the hall.

Jian Wushuang's heart said badly, his figure didn't even have time to retreat, he heard a slightly excited voice.

"It's just you, the stupid guy before you went out." Yinling got up, her slender hands pointed at him coldly.

Jian Wushuang was silent, so he had to walk daringly to the center of the temple.

The haze in Gongzi's ink eyes dissipated somewhat. He saw the ordinary guard standing in the middle of the temple, and he always felt a familiar atmosphere.

But he didn't think much about it. After all, in the current season, it is the most important thing to be able to win the favor of Yinling.

After pointing out Jian Wushuang, Yin Ling slowly looked around again, and finally found a young guard who was not too conspicuous in the other side.

"It's just you two. I can feel that you two are guys with extraordinary skills. It's better to play a martial art here." Yin Ling's mouth twitched a smile, while waving his sleeves, two coats With horse training, he pulled out two real swords and threw them at the two.

Reaching for the real sword, Jian Wushuang's brows were slightly wrinkled. He didn't like this feeling very much, especially the feeling of being criticized by others.

If it were not for the moment, I am afraid that Jian Wushuang had already killed Yinling.

After all his emotions were settled, his eyes turned to the young guard who was also called out.

Jian Wushuang didn't see all the emotions in his eyes, as if he didn't remember everything in his heart.

"Go ahead, please make sure to go all out. If it's not exciting enough, maybe there will be punishment." Yin Ling sat down and smiled.

Chen Qing, who was hiding next to the giant pillar, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, if I have to make a last resort, I will kill this woman first!"

"Also count me." Chunqiu's eyes were cold, as if he was already preparing, and only after Jian Wushuang sent a signal, he immediately started his hands.

At this moment, in the entire grand hall, only Jian Wushuang and the young guard stood against each other.

Like Yuanzhu Yuezhi, he stood with his sword raised and his breath converged, like a supreme sword intention to be opened by a Tibetan front.

In the face of any potential enemy, they keep their best. This is the habit that Jian Wushuang has cultivated in the long journey of cultivation.

Even at the moment, he did not relax.

The young guard standing with the same sword standing in the distance should have belonged to the youth-like clear eyes, and at a certain moment showed a very inconsistent old state.

Naturally, this momentary change was also captured by Jian Wushuang.

However, without waiting for him to think, the young guard took the lead in violently raising his sword straight down.

Sword Wushuang raised the sword to deal with it, and the two blades handed over, making a brittle sound.

It was just a moment of confrontation, and the thick sword was scattered and frightened!

Although it was a fight, it has actually fought a thousand times in a flash!

Jian Wushuang secretly panicked, when can even ordinary Yanxian's swordsman be able to compete with his own rivals?

Without thinking at all, the young guard slashed with a sword, and in a very indifferent face, there was a touch of imperceptibility.

A sword came out, forcing him to open several positions ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Jian Wushuang's eyes were a bit cold.

The young guard was hiding under the indifferent expression, and the killer that he tried to control was emerging little by little.

At this point, he began to be a little sure that the young guard at the moment could never be the guard of the Northern Celestial State!

In other words, this guy at the moment, like the three of Jian Wushuang, should have stolen in as an identity.

An uncertain idea rose from Jian Wushuang's mind.

The two real swords collided fiercely again, and the aftermath of the martyrdom produced by the collision point directly wiped out the clouds of smoke in the entire Temple of Heaven.

The whole body's strength was pressed against the real sword in his hand, and Jian Wushuang's figure approached the young guard.

"No matter what your purpose is, it's best not to hit my mind on me."

The young guard's figure stunned slightly, a pair of turbid eyes, with a doubtful and scrutiny glance at Jian Wushuang, and then suddenly withdrew more than ten feet.