Chapter 51: The Sword Is Coming

Zhao Ting glanced at Su Zhuo with some concern, but found that Su Zhuo was still silent, and couldn't help nodding secretly, although Su Zhuo was sometimes a little willful, but this tenacity made him appreciate it very much. Let you be divided and rebellious, and I will not move from the eight winds.

Just as he was thinking like this, the young man who had not spoken suddenly spoke, making him slightly stunned-

"Who said I don't have a sword?"

The sound was not loud, but it made Tingchaolou instantly quiet.

In front of everyone's eyes, he slowly stretched out his hand, raised it above his head, and opened his palm slightly.

He thought that this proposal to go to the city to watch the tide might cause many people to oppose it.

But I didn't expect that there would be so many people who would oppose it.

He needed to calm them all down.

Then shut your mouth.

If you want to do that, a sword alone may not be enough.

So his hands were raised above his head, as if for everyone to see, and his five fingers slowly rose in a clenched position.

Wang Xiyue's face was strange, and he asked Wu Jianwat beside him, "What is he doing here?"

Wu Jianwat looked at Su Zhuo for a while, shook his head slightly, and did not answer Wang Xiyue's question directly, but turned to look at the Luohe Academy, his lips moved slightly: "It is Xu Fenglian of the Great Zhou Dynasty who was also planted in his hands, like this person, I don't think it will be grandstanding here, there should be some deep meaning this time." ā€

Wang Xiyue knew that only she could hear this sentence, and her expression moved slightly: "Who else knows the truth about Xu Fenglian's death except Lord Wu?"

"I, Doctor Meng Xuan, and Yanbeiguan, the city lord should also know. ā€

Wang Xiyue nodded slightly.

Wu Jianwat said softly: "Shopkeeper Wang, please rest assured, we will only rot it in the stomach." ā€

Wang Xiyue smiled: "Then thank Master Wu first." ā€

Wu Jianwat asked: "However, I still want to ask the shopkeeper a question, why do you want to do this?"

Why did you kill Xu Fenglian?

Wang Xiyue was noncommittal, just smiled slightly, and then looked at Su Zhuo's palm that was gradually clenching again.

Still nothing.

Someone couldn't help but laugh at him for being tricky: "This is your sword?"

Su Zhuo glanced at him calmly.

The man was silent.

For some reason, this young man, who was obviously unable to protect himself, suddenly had an amazing momentum that made him fearful.

......

......

East China Sea, Chengtou Corner Tower.

Ouyang Shuo, the city lord of Wanghai City, said softly: "If the business friends are here to watch people, I have a few candidates in mind. ā€

Then, he took a sip of tea, "One is Xu Fenglian, the county lord of the Great Zhou Dynasty who has died of incense, she is also a very special woman, and she also has extremely unique luck, if she is given some time, her attainments in the way of the sword will not be under the sword idiot Wu Yan." Then there is Zhou Ce, the abandoned son of the Northern Qi royal family, when he was born, the Canglong luck he carried was rare for thousands of years, and because of this, Cangli Sect coveted it and came up with a strategy to swallow the dragon with a python, so he had that marriage with the Northern Qi royal family, and only then did he have the current crown prince Zhou Ye. Everyone thought that Zhou Ce would collapse and become a waste, but they didn't expect that in just three years, he would rise strongly, and he shocked the world as soon as he appeared, and not long ago he suppressed Zhou Ye, a real dragon. ā€

Shang Qingxuan shook her head, she couldn't see any expression on her delicate and perfect jade face, she said flatly: "These two people are not bad, as well as Zhang Daoling of Cangli Sect, and Li Xu of my Shangqing Palace, they are all leaders in the world...... But I'm not interested. ā€

"Oh?"

Ouyang Shuo seemed to think of someone: "That's ......"

Shang Qingxuan smiled slightly and said, "The person I watch is Su Zhuo. ā€

Ouyang Shuo nodded, just now he also thought of Su Zhuo, being able to use the cultivation of the Nian Realm as a means to display the means of knowing the God Realm cultivator, it is indeed remarkable, no wonder Shang Qingxuan would be so attentive to him, "He is indeed worth watching, his mind is outstanding, the wolves around him are around, and there are people who want to get rid of him quickly, he not only survived to the present, but also really has the possibility of leaping into the dragon gate, it's just a pity......"

Listening to what was happening in the tide building, Ouyang Shuo couldn't help but sigh softly: "He wants to watch the tide, but he doesn't have a sword." ā€

Shang Qingxuan said: "I don't watch the tide, but I have a sword." ā€

Ouyang Shuo glanced at her.

Shang Qingxuan stretched out a jade finger and lightly tapped the Canglan sword that had been stained with her immortal luck.

Crystal jade fingertips touched the scabbard.

Moment.

The cold light suddenly appeared, and Shang Qingxuan's sword scabbard was empty.

Thousands of waves swept across the East China Sea, and the waves suddenly rose into the sky.

A streamer of light appeared between the corner tower of the east city wall and the tide tower in the center of the city.

This sword is fast.

Fast to the invisible.

Ten miles away, fleeting.

......

......

A few breaths of effort.

It's not long, it's not short, it's at least enough to listen to the monks in the Chaolou turn a hundred thousand thoughts.

Su Zhuo's hand was clenched, but there was still no sword.

Many people found that they seemed to be bluffed by Su Zhuo, so their faces were gloomy.

Wang Xiyue's expression was even more puzzled, she made a special trip to see this excitement, but now, she is more and more incomprehensible.

Su Zhuo: What is this operation?

She had never seen Su Zhuo bring any sword, when she fought with Xu Fenglian, she still used a pen instead of a sword, but now just as soon as he stretched out his hand, he wanted to recruit a flying sword, what kind of dream did he have?

Some people couldn't hold back and wanted to sneer a few words, but the words didn't come out of their mouths.

The crowd's pupils suddenly shrank.

A dazzling sword light passed through the window and swept into the Tingchao Tower, with an indescribable edge, and instantly swept the entire hall!

Is that...... What the?!

Zhao Ting was stunned.

Wu Jianwat couldn't help but be moved.

Meng Xuanyi was shocked.

Shangguan Ling was also incredulous.

Wang Xiyue gasped: "This operation is really ...... Creation Zhong Shenxiu. ā€

Su Zhuo held it with five fingers and a sword in his hand.

The shining sword light poured down, and it seemed to contain an incomparably terrifying power, which was enough to overwhelm the mountains and the sea, making people look at it intimidatingly.

That's—

The sword of that little uncle in the Shangqing Palace!

Shang Qingxuan's sword!

Canglan Sword!

Su Zhuo flicked his wrist and pressed the sword down.

Everyone's hearts were also shocked.

He held his sword and pointed diagonally at the ground, calmly.

An indescribable sense of intimacy came to his heart, as if this Canglan Sword was cultivated by him himself.

This is not an ordinary sword, but an immortal sword that only Shang Qingxuan can control, because the luck entangled in this sword is too strong, and no one has been found to have the matching luck so far.

However, he was held in his hands by no luck.

Once, Shang Qingxuan also felt incredulous.

The sky-shaking wave that was startled by the sword intent in the East China Sea was finally photographed, like thunder on the flat ground, and the momentum was majestic, even if it was far away from Tingchaolou, it was still possible to feel the shock.

Su Zhuo held Canglan in his hand, his eyes brushed over everyone, and he said calmly: "The sword is here." ā€