Chapter 213

On the wilderness, two figures walked on foot, as if aimless, full of leisure.

There is a person in front, dressed in red, with extraordinary momentum, and his hands behind his back, which has a bit of a kingly demeanor.

This is the prince of Sen Prison Xuantong, in order to find the best way of the sword, Wang Feng returned to Pu and waded into the hardship.

The person behind him, dressed in purple, flew a sword box behind his back, carrying countless swords on his back, and followed Xuantong quietly, he was naturally the purple Yufen who had been following Xuantong.

"Huh..... Walking around aimlessly like this won't let you meet a sword master!" Purple Yu Fen was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but speak.

"The smell of the sword in the wind can guide me in the right direction. Prince Xuantong replied very calmly.

"If you don't do it, what can you do if you meet someone who wields a sword?" said Purple Yu.

"You.... It's the substitute sword for me to evaluate the sword. Prince Xuantong said in a calm tone.

"The price of the auxiliary sword is really breaking the hero's waist!" Purple Yufen couldn't help but say, his tone full of complaints.

"Complaining..... It's really a loss of hero's bearing. Xuan Tong's handsome and fair face, with a wicked smile, said softly.

"Hmph....." Purple Yufen seemed to have nothing to say, and he couldn't say anything about Xuantong, so he could only give up and stop talking.

In this way, the two of them continued to move forward, one after the other.

Suddenly.....

The spatial vortex in front of him spun out, and a thin white figure appeared, bursting out with a crisp laugh, and said, "The fourth master said well, the fourth master is mighty!"

Wang Xiaoming appeared in a white robe, his fairy aura was condensed, his robe was hunting, and his body fell lightly in front of Xuantong and Purple Yufen.

Xuantong stopped, looked at Wang Xiaoming carefully, and said in a calm tone: "Xiaoyou's momentum is extraordinary, I seem to be able to smell the sword fragrance on your body!"

Purple was stunned for a moment, and said to Xuan Tong: "How did you smell it, he is just a child who looks like he has not dried up." ”

Hearing that Xuan Tong's first impression of himself was so praised, Wang Xiaoming also showed a smile on his face, and said: "Thank you for the praise of the fourth master, I really feel honored!"

"Fourth Master?" Although Xuan Tong didn't have any ill feelings towards Wang Xiaoming, he was still a little surprised by this title.

"This is what thousands of Taoist friends call you, I will call you the fourth master in the future. Wang Xiaoming said with a nonchalant face.

Zi Yufen's face became solemn at this moment, and he couldn't help but ask: "Child, who are you, what is your name, and what is your intention to block our way like this?"

When Wang Xiaoming heard the purple words, he looked at Prince Xuantong, who was dressed in red in front of him, pointed at Xuantong with a smile and said, "I came to find Xuantong, the fourth prince of the Forest Prison, to try his sword moves, and it is not considered to be any malice." ”

"Oh?" Xuan Tong was even more surprised that Wang Xiaoming actually knew his identity, and couldn't help asking: "Although you have sword incense on your body and can also feel the weak sword rhythm, I don't compete with children in sword moves." ”

Purple Yufen couldn't help laughing, his heart was full of disbelief, because he thought that a little kid actually found a sword trick to try his sword moves, which was really ridiculous.

Wang Xiaoming was not angry at the purple sneer, his face was full of smiles, standing in front of him, standing tall, and muttering in his mouth: "Demigod, half-saint and half-immortal, all Confucianism and all Taoism are all sages, there is a good system in my brain, I am the heaven to dominate the world!"

After the poem number fell, Wang Xiaoming held it with one hand, and the Qinglian sword appeared instantly, pointing at Xuantong, and said: "My surname is Bai Mingxianjun, the word Xiaoming, today I will learn the four masters' tricks!"

Xuan Tong's face did not change at all, he put one hand behind his back, and looked at Wang Xiaoming quietly.

Wang Xiaoming knows that his identity is still a child, and many times, ordinary adults will not pay attention to themselves because of their height and age.

But that's often the case, these people will suffer, and even die.

Wang Xiaoming didn't talk too much nonsense, and stabbed Xuan Tong directly with a sword.

Xuan Tong was on one side of his body, his fingers were bent together, his body was light, like a swimming dragon, and he easily dodged the sword stabbed by Wang Xiaoming.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", and when Xuan Tong turned sideways, his figure was like a phantom, clamping the sharp sword blade, and with a slight flick, Wang Xiaoming was shocked.

Wang Xiaoming took a step back, and immediately struck the wine, his body jumped, and the white sword qi rushed in, which was very tricky, which made De Xuantong slightly surprised to avoid it.

However, after all, he is a master of the sword, Xuan Tong's body is perfectly avoided, and his two fingers set off a ray of light, and the sword aura is very powerful, wanting to shock Wang Xiaoming back.

But Wang Xiaoming entered the wine in the second paragraph, came directly behind Xuan Tong, and stabbed out with a sword.

Seeing that Xuan Tong seemed to be in danger, the flying light sword box behind him shook, and a light long sword shot out.

At the moment when Wang Xiaoming stabbed him, he caught his hand and blocked behind him.

With a "ding" sound, you can see that the tip of the Qinglian Sword in Wang Xiaoming's hand is actually pierced on the blade of the sword behind his back.

One after another, the sharp sword qi rippled out, shaking Xuantong's red robe and flying, and the long red hair also flowed.

The scene at this moment is extremely spectacular.

There seems to be a subtle change.

"The sword in your hand is very good, look at how flexible you are, I don't know how the sword is. Xuantong turned his back to Wang Xiaoming, his momentum was extraordinary, and he said calmly to Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming had a smile on his face, and said crisply: "Just try it!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the Qinglian sword in Wang Xiaoming's hand, and the crisp sword groan sounded, and the sharp sword qi crisscrossed the four fields, setting off the smoke and dust in the sky.

Wang Xiaoming's body is as fast as a phantom, and like Xuantong, he shuttles back and forth on this wilderness, constantly drawing out his sword.

Purple Yufen's expression became solemn at this moment, not because he was worried about what would happen to Xuantong, but he was shocked that this young child, who called himself Bai Xianjun, actually had such superb swordsmanship attainments, and he could be described as a rising star in swordsmanship!

The two fought back and forth, and the collision of swords and swords seemed to play a beautiful melody, and bursts of sword qi rippled, cutting off the surrounding trees in an instant, extremely sharp.

Wang Xiaoming used ten thousand swords to return to the sect, and countless sword shadows swept with the wind, turning into a rainstorm-like formation and stabbing down one by one.

Xuan Tong's face was calm, the long sword in his hand waved, the momentum was like a rainbow, and in the face of the rainstorm of sword light falling, he resisted very lightly, without any panic and fear, and did not dodge.

Before, he blindly retreated and blindly avoided, not because he was afraid and afraid, but just thought that the child in front of him was not the kendo master he was looking for.

But at this moment, he finally knew that he had no eyes before, and he didn't know that the child in front of him had such swordsmanship attainments.

Therefore, he must make a move, which is a kind of respect for his opponent, and also a kind of respect for a swordsman who has attained swordsmanship in the way of swordsmanship.

(End of chapter)