The man said, tears and voices, apparently unharmed, dressed as a lame and sad look, with occasional convulsions on his face, as if in pain.

The big man was angry in his eyes. He walked up to Li Kaizhou and said, "Is what he said true?"

Li Kezhou didn't want to explain at all, "Take the lead, get out of here!"

The big guy laughed angrily and said, "I really don't know how to live, how to die, kid!" and stare into your dog's eyes to see where you are. This is Jianyuan Frost. We are Song Jianlou people. Do you know how to write dead words here?

Li Kezhou's face was very impatient, and his body was windless.

First, the big man standing in front of him was swept away by the strong wind, his clothes were torn in an instant, and his skin became bloody. The whole person seemed to have just been fished out of a pool of blood.

"Even a murderer, so keen, when there is such a kendo master in the world!"

I don't know when, at the entrance to the mountain gate, an old man with long eyebrows appeared. Behind the old man there was a sheath without a sword. His eyes are dignified, and he caresses them.

"Back to... Seriously!

He was driven away by Li Kaizhou, and the big man who had withdrawn a layer of skin screamed in fright.

He was a polite man, but in the middle of the Yuan dynasty, due to his limited vision, he never thought that a boy a few years younger than him should have a sensational real politeness.

Just as the big man was trembling, a distant voice suddenly came

"Your Excellency has enough courage to enter my sword field and hurt my Song Jianlou Amin. If my Wang Songxi doesn't show up today, you can't be lawless!"

During the conversation, a man in a turquoise white crane suit, with unusual manners, seemed to be walking in a deserted place, leisurely walking this way.

"Son of God!"

Passing by, I saw Jianyuan's lively disciples. When I saw that person coming, my face changed. Everyone is as quiet as a cicada. More importantly, I bowed to him.

When Li Kezhou saw this scene, he smiled slightly, "Are you Jianyuan's holy son this time?"

He looked the man up and down and shook his head slightly. "Bullying the Frost Sword Pavilion, one generation is not as good as the next, the team is getting bigger and bigger, but the strength is getting weaker and weaker. Thirty years ago, Jia Zhidao in the game of Black and White was better than you!"

He has a strong soul, a slight feeling, and you can generally see the strength and substance of the person.

Although Jianxiu's strength is also related to other factors such as Jiantie, it is difficult for him to be an opponent of the Tang Dynasty Salamander who defeated Jia Zhidao, despite Jianxiu's great strength.

Wang Songxi retorted angrily: "Jia Zhidao, thirty years ago, in Shili Jianpo, the Holy Son of the Xiangqi Pavilion was defeated by an unknown madman. How can you compare me to this incompetent generation?

Li Kezhou laughed loudly: "You are lost in the powerful dream you have created for yourself. Jia Zhidao is not weak, at least relative to you......"

Wang Songxi was repeatedly despised, and his face finally turned blue, "You entered my sword academy and openly provoked me." Today, if Wang Songxi doesn't teach you how to use it, there will still be an illusion in the world that the name of Wang Songxi's swordsman is a fame!"

"Teach me how to do it? If you were born 30 years earlier, I might not be willing to give you a sword, but unfortunately, you were born at the wrong time, and I am here today to participate in the election of the Elders, and accept your challenge, is it not tantamount to self-depreciation?

Wang Songxi's eyebrows furrowed, and his dialect was full of 30-year-old words. But in his opinion, the child was not much older than him. Thirty years ago, he had not yet been born. The same goes for the person in front of you.

"Play with gods, catch ghosts! Today you humiliated my Songjian Tower and treated my Jianyuan as if it were no one. Today I want you to know that building it does not mean power. Even if you return to your true nature, I will be able to make you kneel under my sword!

Wang Songxi is full of confidence.

As the holy son of Jianyuan, he boasted of the pride of the world and his terrible means. Although he only completed the Yuan Ah Dynasty, this was not the first time he had defeated Guizhen Jianxiu.

In his opinion, the child dressed as a man is obviously a wild research from a poor country. Defeating this person is not a task at all.

When they heard that the Son of God was going to teach the madmen, the disciples around him rejoiced.

"Where did this idiot come from? Don't you know where he stands? I don't know that an apprentice of my Sword Academy can conduct field training outside the same field with ten people alone. I'll see how he died right away.

"But this person is so arrogant, so old, he doesn't look like you and I are both a few years older, in fact, he has returned to the truth, and the speed of cultivation is higher than that of the son of Shang'adi, which is really extraordinary. ”

"The use of fast training is just to wish you good luck in the shit. It must be a panacea, has been taken, and will be forcibly lifted. There are very few such sword cultivators in the world. ”

"Very well! The more such people, the more fickle they are, the less evidence they have to rely on, let alone worse! The power of the son of the Upper Emperor is the greatest in the world, and if the power is lost in his hands, no less than five fingers, the man will go into the dust. ”

Hearing the praise of all the disciples, Wang Songxi's confidence was even higher, as if he had won the lottery.

Now kneel down and kowtow and apologize for your ignorance, I can have mercy under the sword so that you don't lose too ugly.

Wang Songxi said with a smile.

Li Kezhou didn't say anything. In front of the mountain gate, there was an old man with an empty scabbard and a beautiful jack

"Don't be reckless. How can you be his opponent now, and if I were you, I would have the courage to draw my sword in front of him for another 30 years!"

The old man's words made all the disciples look angry.

"Old demon, where did you come from? Dare to talk nonsense in my sword field, and after a while, the son of Shang'ati destroyed this ignorant evil seed and cut off your head! Luo Sheng, the initiator of the ______ conflict, took the lead in condemning this conflict.

Wang Songxi was furious when he heard these derogatory words, but when he followed the voice and saw the person who opened his mouth, his face suddenly changed.

He hurried a few steps, bowed to the old man, and saluted the younger generation, "This is the older generation of the sword." My teachers often told me about the deeds of their elders. Today, I am fortunate to see that the younger generation has been held in reverence throughout their lives. ”

"Rapier?"

Hearing Wang Songxi's name, everyone's faces changed greatly.

Li Kezhou could barely hide his surprise.

At that time, there was one such name, and there was only one person. This man enjoys the honorary titles of "Old Man of Swordsmanship" and "Swordsman" in the world.

Li Kezhou had heard of this person, but he knew very little about it. He only knew that there was such a person in the world, a person who made a sword to the extreme.

The person who hears his accusations is actually Kendo's legendary giant. Luo's face was white, his neck shrunk, and his stiff body slid into the crowd and disappeared.

The old man accepted Wang Songxi's ceremony with a smile and said, "I have a good friend with your master. He invited me to come here, but I don't think I'll be born for a long time. As soon as I was born, I felt the pride of the world. My five-sided sword field, kendo is becoming more and more prosperous!"

Wang Songxi was flushed with excitement.

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