Chapter 422: Hors d'oeuvres

In other words, Chen Long and Baoyue scolded Qing'er for being a vicious shrew, and deliberately forced the Zhen family brothers and sisters away, so as to dominate and seek the position of sword master. Wang Chang secretly screamed in his heart, Qing'er is a princess of ten thousand years who is like a fake, how arrogant she is, how can she endure this evil breath?

Sure enough, Wang Chang reprimanded behind him, and a masked female disciple came out of the crowd, pointed at Zhen Dong and Zhen Yue, and said: "What a pair of vicious brothers and sisters, and they are not afraid of going to hell with their tongues!" ”

Chen Long walked in front of Qing'er with a smile, and Wang Chang next to him nervously touched the sword handle, protecting Qing'er, afraid that Chen Long would hurt people violently, but was pushed aside by Qing'er and shouted: "Get up!" ”

Chen Long smiled and said, "What a powerful female disciple, Wenshu Sword Master, you listen to everything from your disciples?" ”

One sentence made Wen Shu swordsman blush, Chen Long stared at Qing'er's eyes exposed outside the veil, only to feel that although her eyes were sharp, she exuded a natural coquettishness, which made men willing to bow down.

Chen Long looked at Qing'er proudly, he had the majesty of being a big brother, and Qing'er looked like a rebellious little sister with rebellious eyes. It was the first time Qing'er looked at Long Chen up close, only to feel that he was clearly outlined, with tiger eyes and eyebrows, and couldn't help but secretly praise, what a neat character.

Qing'er finally took off her veil, revealing a peerless face that made people breathe, and said, "Yes, it's Qing'er and me." You guys are talking too badly, when did I use despicable means? Today is when I accidentally lost half a move, and tomorrow morning I will definitely defeat that girl of yours in the bright light. ”

Chen Long showed his big white teeth and said with a smile: "Qing'er turned out to be a happy person. Fair? Then can you explain that the situation moved people to come to my sister tonight, and they also injured Wenxi Sword Master, what kind of righteous and bright activity is it?"

Qing'er was speechless for a while, and Wang Chang next to him said: "There has been no communication between our swords for a long time, and we just came to Wenxi tonight to learn martial arts, why not?" I hurt Wenxi with the wrong hand just now, I'm sorry. Qing'er hurriedly nodded.

Chen Long smiled: "I see. Forget it, whether it's true or not, I, Lord Zhendong, have a lot of them, and the Sword Sect should be united internally. When my sister wins the game tomorrow morning, she will be the master of this sword faction, and after tomorrow morning, we will all be Zhen Yue's subordinates. He laughed and looked proud.

Qing'er looked at Long Chen's triumphant face, and couldn't help grinding her teeth and said, "What a stinky fart!" Anyway, regardless of turning around and leaving, Wang Chang and the others saw the princess retreating, and they were about to retreat after him.

"Wait!" A broken cry sounded, Qing'er thought to herself who had eaten the ambitious leopard guts, and when she looked back, she was still the triumphant Zhen Dong.

Qing'er thought to herself why this person was so annoying, and shouted, "What else do you want?"

Long Chen smiled and pointed at Wang Chang and said, "Miss Qing'er, in order to protect my sister's injury, Wenxi Swordsman let Wenshu Sword Master go like this, I don't accept it!" ”

"Tomorrow, before the sword master fights for the big show, why not add some hors d'oeuvres?" As he spoke, Long Chen slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist, pointed at Wang Chang and said, "Wenshu Swordsman, if you don't want to be scolded as a coward behind your back, pull out your sword!" ”

Qing'er's face changed, but she was still beautiful, how could Wang Chang beside her stand such an insult, and he pulled out his long sword with a bang, but he still glanced at Qing'er, as if asking if he could make a move, Qing'er nodded slightly.

This glance made Chen Long look in his eyes, and he was even more suspicious of Qing'er's identity, only when a slave meets his master, will he ask for instructions like this, who will Qing'er be? What is the relationship with Wang Yue? Wang Chang screamed, interrupting Chen Long's thoughts, and when he raised his eyes, Wang Chang had already drawn his sword and pounced, even saving the courtesy of the false holiday.

Long Chen still had some time, glanced at Uncle Lin who was standing next to him, and saw that Uncle Lin was eager to try, and said in his heart that Uncle Lin's scheming was not deep. At this moment, Wang Chang's sword drew several circles of sword flowers in the air, and stabbed straight at Chen Long's chest, but the force was not strong, and he obviously left his stamina.

In the duel of masters, there are always several rounds of temptation, and they will not go all out at once and be recognized by the enemy. Chen Long had already fought with Wang Chang, and they knew each other's depths, so they left a little spare strength when they came up, so that they could strike later.

Qing'er was still watching Chen Long's martial arts for the first time, and she squinted her eyes and took a closer look. I saw Wang Chang's several sword flowers shot at Chen Long's chest, and the sword in Chen Long's hand was quickly shrouded in white mist, obviously adding internal force, the sword blade swept, and Wang Chang's sword flower suddenly turned into nothing. Wang Chang was originally a false move, his wrist trembled, the long sword rose sharply, turned an arc, crossed Chen Long's long sword, and pointed at Chen Long's forehead like a meteor. This move is strange, and it really deserves to be the second swordsman.

Chen Long shouted well, his body did not dodge or dodge, the remaining force was transmitted to the sword, and the sweeping long sword stood up with great skill, and the tip of the sword was not allowed to point on the sword body that Wang Chang shot like a poisonous snake, Wang Chang's long sword bounced, stabbing in the void above Chen Long's head, but Chen Long's sword rebounded with strength, and stabbed Wang Chang's wrist holding the sword.

Wang Chang's long sword was pointed, and he immediately noticed that something was wrong, and at the same time of piercing the air, the soles of his feet made a mistake left and right, a dark force rose, his body was crooked, and his right shoulder sank, not only avoiding the sword that Chen Long stabbed at the wrist, but also slashed down with the long sword, slashing at Chen Long's left ear under the distance.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged several moves, all of which were extremely ingenious in swordsmanship, showing the advantages of the long sword's flexibility and mobility. Qing'er's charming eyes narrowed even smaller, watching the two fight with interest.

Wang Chang slashed down with a sword, Chen Long only felt that there was wind behind his left ear, and secretly screamed that it was not good, the long sword pierced the air, and he could no longer return to the sword to resist, so he could only dodge, but he was bound to be forced by Wang Chang's long sword and fell downwind. Chen Long's mind moved, remembering that there was still an iron whip in his left sleeve, he simply did not dodge or dodge, only raised his left arm to protect his left brain, and the sword in his right hand attacked wildly, and the internal force spat out wildly, and it was thirteen swords in a row, attacking Wang Chang's torso with the largest area. Both of them made a risky move, and the people around them, including Qing'er, all exclaimed, this Zhen Dong's left arm to block the long sword, is it crazy? Even if both are injured, if Chen Long's left arm is cut off, he will be disabled in the future.

Between the lightning and the fire, Chen Long's left ear exploded with a loud noise, almost deafening his ears, but Wang Chang let out a miserable scream, and he didn't know how many injuries he had in his chest and abdomen, so he threw away the long sword and fell to the ground holding his abdomen.

Chen Long swiped his hand casually, and the broken left sleeve flew like a butterfly, revealing the iron whip inside, and everyone suddenly realized that it was the sleeve. Uncle Lin had already jumped into the body, went to Wen Shu's side to check the injury, and took out the injury medicine to treat it.

Qing'er was a little annoyed, and she didn't care whether Wen Shu was alive or dead, and shouted: "It turns out that you have an iron whip hidden in your sleeve, cheating!" Victory is not martial! "Chen Long thought that I would not blush for cheating, and if I used my electric shock stick to cheat, I am afraid that Wang Chang would also be beaten into an idiot. Looking at Qing'er with a slight smile, the big lama slowly put the long sword into the scabbard, pretending not to say a word, with that annoying expression.

Qing'er didn't have a problem with the hated Chen Long, snorted and stomped on the little man's boots, turned his head and walked into the darkness. Behind him, Uncle Lin ordered someone to carry Wen Shu and walk behind Qing'er.

The turmoil finally calmed down overnight, and who belonged to the Nanlin Sword Sect depended on the peak decisive battle the next day. Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.