Before this morning, the Son was a little insane, and it was not normal to eat, drink, and lazar. However, this afternoon, the Holy Son opened his mind, and not only scolded himself for being an idiot, but even had an extremely arrogant and arrogant attitude. The cold fairy said that he was not surprised, it was fake. She has a low status in Dangge Mountain, so she naturally doesn't know how many secrets there are in Dangge Mountain, and she doesn't have any intuitive feelings about the identity of the Holy Son. But she remembered that her master had said that there was only one mountain lord in Langge Mountain, but there were two kings, three dukes and four marquises. This looks like a court court. So the Holy Son is probably the crown prince?

The Son of Extraordinary Identity has not yet shown other abilities, and the scolding alone has already made people can't help but do it.

So when the middle-aged swordsman made a move, the Han Fairy and the boy in white did not make a move with a very tacit understanding.

The middle-aged swordsman took out a famous sword, and then with a wave, several sword qi roared, the Holy Son was not chaotic at all, he quickly took out a disc from his sleeve, on the disk, black and white, it was even more difficult to see the material, and there were eight strange patterns engraved on it, which were evenly scattered at the eight corners of the disc.

I saw him hold the disc in front of him, press his two fingers directly on one of the patterns, and then send it forward.

The pattern that the Son pressed was straight and three horizontal from a distance. Looking closely, the upper two horizontal intermittent are like a back.

"Earthquake. ”

What is the meaning of this shock, Fairy Han doesn't understand, and Bai Ding doesn't know it either, but Xu Yongzheng, who has followed Qi Lao Shen's stick to the north and south since he was a child, understands it very well. Just because, that disc is extremely similar to the pattern painted by the old god stick on a certain day.

Qi Lao Shen Stick has been walking for many years, telling fortunes with people, and has been using tortoiseshell copper coins for divination, but he once used other methods for divination, and that hexagram did not subtract the disaster for the family in the end, so it was regarded as a trick. But Xu Yongzheng was impressed. Qi Lao Shenzhu had words in his mind, and Xu Yongzheng thought it was funny and memorized a few words in his heart. Later, he asked the old god stick Qi for answers, but unfortunately the old god stick kept being vague and couldn't give him an answer until he died.

"The earthquake turned into thunder. ”

The thunderbolt was too fast to cover his ears, and before he could finish his work, several sword qi were directly dispersed, and the thunder sounded directly in Xu Yongzheng's ears. A bolt of lightning smashed a large crater. Xu Yongzheng frowned and looked at the big pit not far in front of him, which was covered with black scorched earth, which was really thunder falling on the ground.

Xu Yongzheng couldn't help pinching a cold sweat, if there were still traces to follow, now it was clearly a sunny day, and a thunderbolt rose out of thin air, falling in front of him, if this thunder fell on him, I am afraid that he would definitely not be happy.

"Obediently, this bullshit Holy Son is really using the power of the Heavenly Dao. Wei felt that he had followed Xu Yongzheng, and he was so lucky and unfortunate in the past few months.

Fortunately, Xu Yongzheng is like a darling favored by God, and his kendo cultivation is unhindered all the way, and what obstacles are hindered, he has not seen it in Xu Yongzheng yet. And the several sword intents that Xu Yongzheng comprehended, as long as they were comprehended, could barely reach the peak of Jiang Xuanchu's strength back then, and when the time came, it should be no obstacle to walk the rivers and lakes. Even Xu Yongzheng had two epiphios in just a few months, and in Gui's opinion, Xu Yongzheng seemed to have an epiphany at any time.

And unfortunately, fate seems to be full of invisible lines on Xu Yongzheng's body, so that Xu Yongzheng, in the case of insufficient strength, has seen too many miracles such as today, what withered branches and old monsters, what apocalypse people, what green lotus seed sword, and the disc in the hand of the holy son in front of him. There are too many secrets in this, how should I talk to Xu Yongzheng? What is rare is that Xu Yongzheng doesn't seem to think too much. Single-mindedly for the sword.

"But don't panic, he's not at the point where he's proficient in using it. ”

Xu Yongzheng nodded, and he could also see at a glance that although this explosive thunder was a little scary, its power was still insufficient.

And the Holy Son held the disc in his hand, quite proud, "What's the matter? Do you still want to tear the mouth of this Holy Son? This Holy Son directly exploded a thunderbolt and smashed your turtle-son into slag." ”

Xu Yongzheng's sword heart was tenacious, how could he be so easily frightened away? What he thought to himself was that in the future, he was going to go to the sword curtain to ask the sword, and even if he had to do that big thing, how could he retreat now?

As soon as he thought of this, Xu Yongzheng squinted his eyes, a little disdainful, and responded: "Hmph, just a thunderbolt wants to scare me away? ”

Bai Ding was on the side, still with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were as misty as the distant mountains. In the eyes of the cold fairy, this middle-aged swordsman is a little reluctant, thunder, rain and dew are all heavenly graces, how can manpower compete with the sky?

However, next, she had to sigh for Xu Yongzheng's kendo cultivation.

Since you can have the power of the Heavenly Dao, then I will imitate the power of the Heavenly Dao.

The flame mark between Xu Yongzheng's eyebrows became more vivid and moving, as if beating happily. This vivid imprint seemed to be about to penetrate the mask in the next moment.

He slashed a few times in the air with the Jin Ge sword in his hand, and the artistic conception rose again, this time it was his long-lost artistic conception of Zheyue.

In ancient times, there were giants, whose bodies were as high as the sky, and whose strength was immeasurable. The arm is waved to break the mountain, and the mountain is broken at the waist, and its marks are like mirrors. The giant senses, knows its sharpness, feels its momentum, weighs it with his hands, and caresses it. The arms are like soldiers, like knives and swords, and then there are the first generation of soldiers, which are extremely sharp.

With the momentum of the sword, the mountain is broken.

The white mist was filled and could not be seen behind Xu Yongzheng. Where Xu Yongzheng stood, there was an extra mountain out of thin air, and the height of the mountain was not visible. Xu Yongzheng's expression was serious, and the Jin Ge sword in his hand turned into a snow-bright silver light, and the light flashed and swept over the mountains. Under the edge, in a trance, another lightning bolt slashed. The difference is that this lightning bolt does not make any sound. Heaven and earth were silent, hundreds of zhang of mountains finally appeared, and the upper half of the mountain gradually separated, smashing down with the power of ten thousand jun.

On it, every stone, every tree, and even every wisp of dust and smoke imitated the way of heaven, with a black glow, symbolizing destruction.

The cold fairy hurriedly flashed to the side to avoid being touched by the Holy Son.

And the Holy Son looked at this majestic sword intent, his eyes also widened, and he scolded: "This Holy Son is really a dog today. ”

Although his mouth was full of dirty words and constant complaints, his movements were not slow.

This time, he pressed a similar pattern and shouted, "Redeem for Ze." ”

This pattern is also three straight horizontal lines, except that only the upper horizontal line is cut off from the middle.

There is no change on the ground. There were no mines falling in the air. However, it was visible to the naked eye that there was a yellow corrugated barrier above the Son's head.

The boulder was craggy and fell into the ripples, and only a muffled sound could be heard. The trees were lush and fell from the sky, but no sound was heard.

The yellow corrugated barrier was like a bottomless pit, devouring boulders and trees.

Fairy Han rubbed her eyes to make sure she was not mistaken. Under the sword intent of this middle-aged man, the pavilion was already in a mess, and it was no longer a pavilion. And the corrugated barrier above the head of the Holy Son has not disappeared.

"Ze, originally meant to represent a swamp. Wei reminded Xu Yongzheng's sea of knowledge.

Xu Yongzheng didn't want to watch the play like this, he held the Jin Ge sword in his hand, and wanted to launch the second artistic conception, Canglong.

Unexpectedly, the sudden change occurred, first the Holy Son spit out two mouthfuls of blood one after another, and then the yellow ripples that symbolized the power of the Heavenly Dao suddenly dissipated, and Xu Yongzheng's Zhiyue artistic conception smashed down without any hindrance. With this effort, he didn't think that the weak Son would be able to resist.

The next moment, the Holy Son fell to the ground, and the boulders and trees left in the artistic conception of Zheyue also disappeared directly like the first snow seeing the sun.

Bai Ding stood in front of the Holy Son, his hands were still behind his back, without any expression.

The Han Fairy was keenly aware that the countless smoke and dust that had just stirred up still hadn't touched Bai Ding's clothes, even if it was a wisp of dust. And under the sword intent of the swordsman, Bai Ding's carriage still did not move at all.

"You're very good. ”

For some reason, when Xu Yongzheng heard this sentence of praise coming out of the mouth of the man in white, it was not so much like a compliment, but like a mockery, more like silent anger.

"Who are you?"

"Do you still need to ask? I was not convinced by the small and big ones. Xu Yongzheng, don't talk nonsense, hurry up. "Trick got a little impatient. "Don't beat these two people all over the ground looking for teeth, don't say that the little princess Guoguo doesn't agree, I won't agree. ”

Bai Ding rarely smiled slightly and said, "I'm just a Bai Ding in Luoyang." ”

"Are you his relative? or a friend?"

Bai Ding shook his head.

"I've never met or met before today. ”

"In that case, then don't stop me. ”

"Come on, there's another one who can pretend-compare. Ignore this cripple. He shouted directly.

"Your friend doesn't seem to be very good at talking and doesn't know how to be polite. Bai Ding's lips didn't move, but this sentence came directly into Xu Yongzheng's ears.

Your friends? Here and now, apart from Cheng Guoguo, where does Xu Yongzheng have friends? And Fang Cai is only talking, Cheng Guoguo has not yet spoken. As soon as he thought of this, he was scared into a cold sweat.

"No need to be surprised, I can't see it, but I can hear it. ”

It turned out that the boy in white could really hear the strange speech.

Hearing these words again, Xu Yongzheng also hesitated, and he suddenly remembered a possibility, what Wei had said to himself, he could perceive its existence, and now in the world, there are only people in the free realm. will think of the means that Bai Ding just showed, which seems to confirm this idea. The man clearly didn't move, and his artistic conception was not consumed, but finally disappeared out of thin air.

"Now, give you a choice, surrender to me, or die?" Bai Ding said indifferently, this cold voice seemed to come from under the Nine Shadows.

Xu Yongzheng's rare palms were sweaty, and he was silent. And Cheng Guoguo asked: "Big brother, big brother, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Yongzheng was silent, thinking of countermeasures in his mind. Fuyao is free, those are the two nets of fame and fortune that Tianji Pavilion envelops the people of the rivers and lakes. The strength of the list can be expected. And the free list, the world is so big, let it be free. He inexplicably defeated the old monster of withered branches some time ago and ranked at the top of the Fuyao list. But what about the people who are free? Is he confident? Does he dare to make a move?

Now the person in front of him is not only determined to protect that bullshit saint, but even wants to surrender himself? What should he do? Is there still a way out? Do you have to swallow your anger? Surrender or fight?

Once he dies here, what will he do with his great cause of revenge? What will he do with his kendo? He is still very young, and he has not yet lived a serious life.

However, if he chose to live in silence, surrender to him, and add another shackle to his flawed sword heart? Then he was really destined to be hopeless in this life. Die a heroic death, no, he doesn't want to die. This time, it was different from the Liang Xiong competition, which he was born to die in order to make himself carefree. And this time, I'm afraid it's not nine deaths, it's definitely ten deaths.

Suddenly, a small hand pinched Xu Yongzheng's fingers, which was not big, just holding Xu Yongzheng's three fingers, but gave him warmth. "Big brother, let's throw in the towel. ”

That's right, so there are steps. Since Guoguo doesn't mind, then why should he mind as a swordsman? He and her have no relationship and no reason, isn't it? Guoguo told him to admit defeat, what can he do if he admits defeat? He is for Guoguo's safety, and besides, the person on the other side is free. But······

Xu Yongzheng slowly opened his eyes and lowered his head, but saw that Guoguo's eyes were full of tears. Xu Yongzheng lowered his body, brushed away a line of tears for her, and said softly with a smile: "Guoguo, why are you crying again?"

Cheng Guoguo stroked his cheek with his right hand and cried: "Big brother, let's admit defeat." I don't want you to die. ”

Xu Yongzheng was shocked when he heard this, but he didn't expect Cheng Guoguo to be able to see through his true thoughts. It turned out that he couldn't convince himself no matter what.

On that day, he held a sword in the valley, and he did not see the remains of his teacher, and he only knew this sentence.

My body can be injured, my mind can be disabled, but the sword in my hand cannot be surrendered, and it must not be resounded in the world.

"Big brother, don't make any more moves, even if Guoguo begs you, okay? You will really die. You can't beat him. He's not just on the list. After whispering, Cheng Guoguo hugged Xu Yongzheng tightly and cried even more heartbreakingly.

There was still not a trace of fluctuation in Bai Ding's eyes.

Only then did Xu Yongzheng notice Bai Ding's temperament of treating the world as nothing, which was really high.

"How? Have you figured it out? Surrender to me or die?"

Cheng Guoguo grabbed Xu Yongzheng and refused to let go, and Xu Yongzheng's next move was the answer. His hand gently pressed on Cheng Guoguo's neck, Cheng Guoguo fainted directly, he picked up Cheng Guoguo, and came to the cold fairy.

"Girl, I don't know who you are, but I have something to ask you for. This child's family has been friends with the Tibetan Soldier Hall for generations. Please help me send this child to the Tibetan Soldier Palace. ”

Saying that, Xu Yongzheng rarely took off his mask, revealing his true face, and the flame mark on his forehead was particularly eye-catching, Xu Yongzheng continued: "By the way, my name is Xu Yongzheng, yes, it is the Xu Yongzheng who defeated the Eight Mountains and defeated the old monster with withered branches." You should know that my head is worth a lot of money. I still have a thousand taels of silver in this sword case, and if that is not enough, you can take my sword if it is not broken later. Later, if I leave a whole corpse, you can go and receive a reward for my head. ”

This is already a support for orphans, but from ancient times to the present, how can you use your own head as a reward?

After speaking, Xu Yongzheng handed Cheng Guoguo into the hands of the Han Fairy, and then really took out thousands of taels of silver from the Xuanji box.

Fairy Han inexplicably took a child and a bunch of silver tickets, but she didn't come back to her senses for a while, she didn't expect that this swordsman would actually ask her unknown self. And the price is so high that it's hard to refuse.

"You're really a madman. I should have seen it a long time ago. However, I'm not reconciled, uncle, I am a soldier's book, and before I have recovered completely, I will accompany you to die. Wei protested in Xu Yongzheng's mind, and at this time, he didn't care if the boy in white could hear it.

"To live in humiliation or to die? Right. Mr. Wei, you pretended to surrender to me and pretended to recognize me as the master that day, but in fact, I am not the master of your life, right?"

"How do you see that?"

"The Book of Soldiers is one of the Heavenly Daos, how can it disappear so easily? There are many things that I don't want to say, but I can see them thoroughly. Since I have something to hide from you first, I don't blame you for avoiding me. Although I can't look inside, I can feel some changes in my consciousness. ”

This time, it was Trick's turn to be surprised. It turned out that Xu Yongzheng knew that he frantically intercepted energy from his sea of consciousness to repair his mutilated body. So why was he silent before?

"Xu Yongzheng, I really underestimate you. But you're not the chosen one. Sorry ······" Wei was very lonely, and said with his head down.

"It doesn't matter, at least along the way, I'm already very happy to have you by my side. If I do die, will it affect you? Can you escape?"

"You don't have to worry about me, I have collected half of the Heavenly Book, and naturally I have recovered some supernatural powers. No, why do you look more and more like Tuo Gu when you say this? This is not like you, you are the disciple of Jiang Xuanchu, the supreme sword of the sword back then. Jiang Xuanchu can almost sweep the free list with a sword and a sword. ”

It was rare to comfort himself, but Xu Yongzheng knew that his master was at his peak at that time. As for himself, he is just a little swordsman in the hall of Fang Deng's artistic conception. Xu Yongzheng pursed his lips and said, "My master Jiang Xuanchu also has a disciple, that guy should be very suitable for your appetite." It's a pity that I didn't introduce you to you. If one day, you can see him, say hello to him for me. Let's just say that my sword has insulted the master. I'm sorry for him. ”

"Xu Yongzheng, you don't want to ······"

Xu Yongzheng slapped the sword box, and two other swords flew out of the Xuanji box. A slender, flowing water countercurrent sword, gifted by Wang Xiaojuan of the sword curtain. A wide and bladeless Xuanyi sword was left by his master Jiang Xuanchu.

The Jin Ge sword in Xu Yongzheng's hand also left his hand. The three swords hung in the air in unison, lined up in front of Xu Yongzheng.

"I am Xu Yongzheng, my body can be injured, my mind can be disabled, but the sword in my hand cannot be surrendered, and it must not be heard in the world. ”

This may be what Master Jiang Xuanchu expects from him.