The black iron sword of the prince's sword fell. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky suddenly brightened.

The dim sky of the Eternal Night Wasteland was suddenly much brighter than before, and a faint gray light could be seen in the pouring rain.

Is it starting to dawn?

The spectators of all stripes lurking in the wasteland looked at the sky in amazement.

In addition to the drifting heavy rain in the sky that was torn apart by the sword intent and could not fall in the air, there was also a gradually brighter sky.

Dawn came.

This is the first dawn of the Eternal Night Wasteland in more than 5,000 years.

This is a sign, which shows that it will not be long before the Yubei Tomb will collapse, even the night on the Eternal Night Wasteland can no longer be maintained, and even the laws of the world will begin to crumble.

Many people hiding in the weeds felt a little cold in their hearts, not only because of their clothes wet by the night rain, but also because of the sudden bright skylight that indicated that the Yubei tomb was about to collapse, and they were very worried about their safety.

However, the people who need to worry about their safety the most at the moment are not them, but Wang He Wushuang.

In the face of the prince's sword carrying the sword of heaven and earth, how can he block it? How can he live?

Even Wang He Wushuang himself was ready to die calmly.

He was a proud man, and although these prides seemed a little lacking in the face of people who were more talented than him, this did not prevent him from at least dying proudly.

There was a screeching sound of sword blades grinding against each other.

The sound was so sharp that it made the eardrums of those who heard it ache faintly.

Wang He Wushuang looked at the sword that suddenly appeared in a daze, unexpectedly.

He was not injured, and even the Dao Sword in his hand did not touch the black iron sword in the hand of the prince sword.

There is another person who stands in the way of this sword.

The drifting heavy rain in the dawn was not allowed to enter under the violent sword intent, but in other places that were not covered by the sword intent, the heavy rain rolled down, and it was several points more violent than before.

Everyone, whether it was those Dao disciples on the surface, the students of the Enlightenment Academy, or those who were lurking with ill intentions, their eyes were full of shock.

It was a teenager who stopped the sword.

Sword Pavilion, Zhu Mingwen!

It was he who came out with the Dragon Yin Sword at this critical moment, and forcibly blocked the fierce blow of the prince's sword!

The roar suddenly sounded, and countless cracks were torn out of the grass within a radius of hundreds of meters around, and the central area was even more ravine-like, as if the sky was falling apart.

"It's that sword madman, why is he here?!" muttered a few of the more far-sighted disciples in the Dao Sect, with more surprise in their eyes.

Many people watched this scene in shock, thinking that the first encounter between the sword idiot and the sword maniac was so amazing.

But why is the sword maniac here?

Wang He Wushuang looked at the figure in front of him wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, and his heart was shocked, and he didn't know what to say.

So he asked, "Why are you here?"

Zhu Mingwen, who was in the disciple uniform of the White Sword Pavilion, turned his head and said with a smile: "The movement is too big, come and take a look, it just happens to be a good shot." ”

Wang He Wushuang didn't know what to say.

"Why did you save me?" he asked, a question that seemed a little silly.

But this is indeed a very important question, because he doesn't like this seemingly approachable sword maniac, when he was still practicing kendo in Wang He's family, he had fought with Zhu Mingwen, and the result was a very miserable lesson, and the other party didn't say anything about it in the process of fighting, and he didn't pay attention to humility, nor did he estimate the face of others, he was beaten all over his body and bruised, and he obviously said that it was a fight, but when Zhu Mingwen fought, it was like a life and death fight, so Wang He Wushuang had a very bad impression of him, and never fought with him again。

Zhu Mingwen didn't quite understand what he meant, so he said, "Why didn't you save you?"

Wang He was speechless.

Zhu Mingwen continued: "You take Yu Hongyi away, and I'll stop him." ”

Zi Xiaoxiao nodded with a pale face, she almost thought that she and the others would definitely die just now, who would have thought that there would be such a life?

Wang He Wushuang was silent, turned around and walked away without dragging his feet and water, let alone pretentious, when he left, he glanced at the paper regret standing not far away with a different expression, and said angrily: "Don't come yet?"

Paper Xiren's face was complicated, he hesitated for a while, and quickly followed, and the rest of the Daomen disciples also got up from the ground with difficulty, and followed behind with staggering.

Zi Xiaoxiao carried Yu Huaji on her back and walked quickly in the direction of Banfeng Mountain, while the rest of the people followed, and most of those who lurked in the wasteland did not leave, because they were curious about what Wang Zijian would do.

Those eyes coming from all directions were full of emotions, whether funny, mocking, surprised, or expectant, and their eyes were all on Wang Zijian's body.

The black-clothed, black-haired, black-iron-swordsman prince sword didn't say a word from beginning to end, and it wasn't until this moment that he looked at Zhu Mingwen and said, "She must die, if you stop me, I will kill you." ”

The grievances between the prince's sword and the Daomen are known to the world, if someone else would assassinate the Daomen saintess for the sake of profit, then his attack was completely because of hatred.

Zhu Mingwen's realm is in the late stage of the third realm, and Wang Zijian is already in the dragon's eye realm, and there is a certain gap between their strength.

Although the sword idiot and the sword maniac are on a par, everyone knows that if you want to say which is stronger or weaker, or the sword idiot is stronger.

But at this moment, Zhu Mingwen couldn't see any fear on his face, he held the Dragon Yin Sword that had already been unsheathed in his hand, and looked at the prince sword.

Many people have doubts in their hearts.

Because Zhu Mingwen's appearance was not to challenge the sword idiot prince sword as many people expected, he came to protect the holy daughter of the Daomen.

This is very strange, because the death of the Daomen Holy Maiden is definitely good for the Sword Pavilion, and it is the prince sword who bears the anger of the Daomen, and he has no reason to go up to protect Yu Hongyi and ask for his own hardship.

Zhu Mingwen explained: "Yu Hongyi is dead, Beihai will be chaotic, so she can't die, and she has never done anything damned, she shouldn't die, why do you want to kill her?"

That's why he chose to do it, it's very simple.

Yu Qing, he doesn't think Yu Hongyi should be damned, the little girl in red has never been sorry for the world, so why should the world be full of malice towards her?

Yu Li, he didn't want Yu Hongyi to die, because once she died, Daomen would definitely let out some of his anger in all directions, especially the little uncle of Daomen, that crazy woman was more careless than the demon monk when she did things, it was hard to imagine what kind of crazy thing that the legendary Daomen little uncle would do once Yu Hongyi died, it was definitely crazier than him, a sword madman.

So Zhu Mingwen felt that because of reason, Yu Hongyi should not die.

Wang Zijian said: "I have a grudge against Daomen, she is a Daomen Holy Maiden, of course I want to kill her." ”

Zhu Mingwen said: "Although she is a Daomen saintess, she doesn't have any grudges with you, she hasn't even touched you, why do you blame her for those hatreds?"

Wang Zijian was expressionless: "She is in that position, and she should bear those responsibilities and hatred." ”

Zhu Mingwen said: "Regardless of whether it is right or wrong to attribute all those hatreds to a young girl, if she dies, it will not be good for Beihai, and the cultivation world will be in chaos, which is not good, in the face of righteousness, your personal enmity should also be put aside." ”

Wang Zijian raised the swarthy sword in his hand: "What does the righteousness of the world have to do with me? I don't care what other people think, and I don't care if the world is ruined, I only like my happiness and enmity, my cultivation rivers and lakes, I walk in the world, sharpen my sword heart, kill if I want to, fight when I want to fight, where do I care about so much about the overall situation? If people have so many worries and are so tired of living, what's the point? If I don't feel happy, then come and fight with me, why bother to say more?"

When the people hidden in the wilderness heard these words, they were amazed in their hearts, and secretly thought that they were worthy of being sword idiots who had been chased and killed by the Daomen for many years, and they were really wild and unrestrained.

Zhu Mingwen looked at the gradually brighter light in the sky and the rain curtains that were blocked dozens of feet away and could not get close to him, and was silent for a long time.

The Tao is different and does not conspire with each other, and the words are not speculative for more than half a sentence, these can describe the two of them.

Sword idiots and sword maniacs have always been two types of people.

Zhu Mingwen said with a straight face: "Although you are indeed not a wicked person, but you have no scruples about doing things, no wonder you will be hunted down and killed by the Daomen." ”

Wang Zijian glanced back at Wang He Wushuang and the others who were gradually moving away, and said flatly: "Needless to say, Yu Hongyi must die, if you don't leave, you will die together." ”

As he spoke, the sword intent on his body rose majestically and went straight to the sky, as if to shatter the dark clouds in the sky!

Zhu Mingwen sighed and raised the sword in his hand.

Although he sighed lightly, there was no regret in his eyes, but some excitement.

Fighting with the sword idiot has always been what he is looking forward to, although it is not a good time, but it has inspired the battle spirit in his heart.

Both of them are outstanding kendo geniuses, and the fact that they are going to face off here has attracted everyone's attention!

The figures in the wilderness gradually began to flash, and they looked at this place with burning eyes, unable to take their eyes off it, because they knew what a big wave this battle would set off in the monastic world of the North Sea, and the sword idiot and the sword maniac themselves were a great gimmick, and now they were going to fight it out here?

No one is optimistic about Zhu Mingwen, and even everyone feels that the outcome is decided, but this does not prevent them from feeling excited.

Two fierce sword qi tore through the sky.

The rain exploded, the dark clouds exploded, the wind exploded, and the sword qi exploded...... Explode everywhere!

It was as if the immortals were fighting, and the ground exploded one ravine after another, and countless sword qi crisscrossed the void, forcing many people to go far away to watch the battle.

A dragon groan, echoing across the universe.

The sound of the dragon's sword roaring is like a shock, drumming between heaven and earth!

The wisps of rain that fell from the sky all turned into a sword at this moment.

These are hundreds of rain swords in the sky, sword intent fighting each other, the tip of the sword pointing to the ground.

This is the sea of swords.

A vast sea of swords!

At this moment, between heaven and earth, the sea of swords is upside down!

World shaking.

Sword madman Zhu Mingwen looked at the sword idiot prince sword, and a sword came out! )