"For the sake of the sword in my heart, Xishu Sword Jiuhuang, please ask Wang Xianzhi to fight again!"

A sentence surged out with a strong internal force, and instantly echoed in the city of Emperor Wu.

After a short period of dead silence, the city of Emperor Wu suddenly erupted into a wave-like hustle and bustle. Just listening to this majestic internal force, it is worth watching.

Why did you come to this Martial Emperor City? All of them are running to Wang Xianzhi? That's!

I'm afraid that I can't even beat the minions who defend the city!

Isn't it for the sake of a master who suddenly pops up one day and fights with Wang Xianzhi, so that he can learn a trick and a half from it, and have a few more words of bragging capital in the future?

Who is Jian Jiuhuang?

Most of the people who are a little older have heard the name of this old man, who is the same brother of the Sword Emperor of Xishu, more than 30 years ago, as soon as he came out of the rivers and lakes, he referred to the Xuan Realm and made a great reputation.

Over the years, even if Jian Jiuhuang has not finished an inch, he is still more powerful than nine out of nine people in the world.

Obediently, amazing, today I am fortunate to see an almost earth-shattering battle again.

The tiger tread the water, his back armor was red, like a golden crow cutting through the air, and a line of fire rushed before Jian Jiuhuang and burned to the head of Emperor Wu City.

There were several dignified slaves side by side at the head of the city, two with swords, one with a knife, one with a gun, and one with a piano, all of whom were masters of the rivers and lakes who lost to Wang Xianzhi back then.

Emperor Wu City has always had no national law, only the city rules set by Wang Xianzhi. Here, it doesn't matter what emperor you are or a prince or general, no one's words will work. If you want to challenge Wang Xianzhi, you have to fight step by step, otherwise everyone will see Wang Xianzhi, and what do you want these city guards to do?

"The Sword Comes"

Over the years, except for Li Chungang, have you ever heard of someone who can ask Wang Xianzhi to go out of the city and fight? Didn't Cao Changqing and his ilk have to enter the city step by step?

"Lao Huang, I won't steal your limelight today, I will send you to the city, and the rest will be handed over to your Nine Swords."

"Those who use swords are not afraid of heaven and earth, do not respect ghosts and gods, replace defense with offense, and move forward, even if the sky falls, I will use a sword to poke a hole in it."

Suddenly the sword in the city roared like a roar, the long sword with the handle inserted in the scabbard seemed to cheer, as if reunited with an old friend, although it was not out of the sheath, but chanted like a dragon, there were countless sword qi rushed to the sky, met the clouds and cut the clouds, met the air and cut the air, ten miles of long sky, like a waterfall wash.

The words of less than 100 words are not long, and the sound is not loud, but the words weigh more than 1,000 equally, rolling like thunder, exploding in the brains of each swordsman. The hearts of the ten thousand people in the city were shocked, and there seemed to be thousands of words in their chests that broke out of their bodies, and they rose sharply.

There is even a white-haired sword-wielding person, with old tears, kneeling on the ground with a "poof", his lips trembling and saying: "I haven't practiced a famous hall after practicing all my life, why do you still practice sword?" A few decades ago, I saw the old sword god swinging the storm with a sword, and cutting the world with a sword, although he didn't practice a famous hall in this life, but he could hold the sword, and it was worth dying! ”

The old yellow waist of the back box was as loose as a piece, and he said: "That's the reason!" ”

Great fear suddenly rose in the hearts of the five city guards, and when the purple-clothed man without a sword in his hand in front of him opened his mouth to spit out the words with a sword, several people felt that their innocence had really collapsed.

"Go!"

A soft shout made countless people hold their breath and look up. I saw that the purple-clothed man in mid-air flicked his fingers, and the water droplets the size of beans condensed on the fingertips, and in an instant, the water droplets trembled five times in a row, split into five, and came out of their fingers, almost at the same time, the five slaves standing proudly on the head of the city, their bodies collapsed to the ground.

The white-haired old man who sat in the inner city and rarely went out, looked up at the sky, pushed the door and walked out, volleying into the void step by step.

There is a first floor on the seaside, and the whole building is empty, except for an elegant man dressed as a scribe in a green shirt standing on the top of the building. The handsome and extraordinary middle-aged man looked over the inner city, the sword box behind the ragged old servant was wide open, and five long swords with simple shapes left the box one after another.

"Interesting, this sword momentum in the sky actually called Jian Jiuhuang's sword heart to the next level, these swords, there are already some celestial demeanor, although Wang Xianzhi's true ability can't be forced, but it also makes Wang Xianzhi face it, otherwise with his proud temperament, he won't step out of the city."

"The purple-clothed tiger rider should be the one who broke through more than 600 armors with that sword and dared to look at the Liyang Imperial Court as nothing. This strength is enough to help Da Chu. The dragon qi of Xichu is still there, but Qin Tianjian doesn't dare to admit it. It is said that the overall situation has been decided, Xichu can't succeed, the sword in his hand can not be afraid of heaven and earth, and he does not respect ghosts and gods. ”

"But where is the little princess?"

A pot of wine still can't cover the desolation on the face of the Confucian in Tsing Yi.

On the roof of another building in Emperor Wudi's city, there are two people, a man and a woman, the man is dressed in green clothes, and he is also dressed as a scribe, and the woman's appearance is mediocre, especially angular, and there is a murderous heroic spirit between the eyebrows, but her eyes are closed, like a blind person.

Qingshan guest said: "Jian Jiuhuang has already produced thirty-four swords, and the sword intent is heroic, but even so, he didn't touch Wang Xianzhi's sleeve, and the sword was more than two zhang away from Wang Xianzhi, so he returned in vain. Cuihua, you said that if I practice to the point of Wang Xianzhi, how long will it take? ”

The one called Cuihua is silent.

The green-shirted guest was not annoyed, and said to himself: "Cuihua, you said that the person who stepped on that giant beast, can we fight together?" I heard that he killed some people and destroyed several ships in Qingzhou, and the imperial court still has nothing to do with him, so he turned a blind eye. I guess we can almost fight him. ”

Cuihua frowned and said lightly, "Shouldn't you take a look at how Jian Jiuhuang and Wang Xianzhi made a move?" ”

It's been a rare competition in the past few years, so you can tell me something about this?

With this bit of effort, shouldn't it be about some martial arts insights?

Wu Liuding still said with a hippie smile, "We are childhood sweethearts, we have the same heart, the one who rides the tiger Kui, even if it is powerful, can it be better than me and Cuihua?" If it weren't for my aunt's big cool dragon sparrow in the hands of outsiders, we would have designated the guy who could beat the tiger rider. ”

Cuihua said coldly: "Don't pull me if you want to die, if you die, I'll bury you here." ”

"Today's sword fight, although Jian Jiuhuang can't force Wang Xianzhi to go all out, but he also fights wonderfully, why do you think I forgot to bring some of your pickled sauerkraut and some wine?"

I don't know why, I eat it every day, I eat it every month, I eat the sauerkraut that doesn't taste good every year, he Wu Liuding just can't eat enough, the cuihua is not outstanding, and the body is not plump, he just likes it.

The rain of swords fell in front of Wang Xianzhi's body and exploded continuously, and it could be heard clearly from miles away.

Whether it is the people in the city, or the rangers in other places, but everyone who has ears, all poured out of the house, and the originally spacious street that could accommodate eight horses in parallel was already full of people at this time, and even those who were busy making money in the past and were not willing to waste a moment have scattered their feet and ran out.

There was no place on the street, so they climbed to the roof, and when there was no place for the roof, they climbed up again.

"Kenpachi!"

Lao Huang pointed a little, and there was already a sword light in front of him. The thin body seemed to have an overwhelming force bursting out, the shabby robes fluttering, and the sword qi that had once floated in the air was like a bird returning to the forest, all converging. Although the people who looked up on the ground did not feel any power, the wind gradually rose on the ground, and many people squinted their eyes.

The sword rain burst out, and finally forced out Wang Xianzhi's right hand.

Lao Huang hugged the sword box from his back to his chest, and he was not too disappointed in the power of Jian Ba, the old and strong Wang Xianzhi, although he was not an immortal, he was better than an immortal. He didn't make another move at Wang Xianzhi, but laughed loudly: "They all call me the Nine Emperors of the Sword, but in fact, I only realized the eight swords, the sword is one to the eight swords, and the name of the sword nine yellow is really a bit untitled." However, in the past three years, I have traveled with the young master and realized this ninth sword, and at this time, it is worthy of the name to call me Sword Jiuhuang. ”

"Sword nine or six thousand miles, young master, I want to use this sword!"

He can't beat Wang Xianzhi, taking advantage of the right time and place, and the eight swords can only force Wang Xianzhi to use his hands, but so what?

There are no regrets when the sword comes out!

He wants to use the six thousand miles named after this young master to prove to the world that the master is not wrong, and to prove that Deng Tai'a is not the only person who practices swords in this world.

Wen Hua's kid, after learning his nine swords, he will definitely be able to grab his daughter-in-law.

Behind the young master, he should also be able to practice martial arts.

Lao Huang smiled, laughing very happily,

Wang Xianzhi stood with his hands in his hands, he had a sense of arrogance, and he was not in a hurry to make a move, but gave Jian Jiuhuang time to gather momentum and see how different his ninth sword was.

Jian Jiuhuang waved his hand, and the four world-famous swords that were originally condensed in the air and pointed directly at Wang Xianzhi were returned to the sword box, leaving only one in his hand, his left foot stepped into the void, and a sword in his right hand stabbed forward.

When I was young, I practiced swords for fame and profit, and I just wanted to make a name for myself, and by the way, I took all the famous swords in the world, and I practiced swords for most of my life, and I escaped for most of my life, and I didn't understand a reason until recently.

Why do you practice swords?

Isn't it for the sake of being open and happy?

"Sword nine or six thousand miles!"

This sword is the most enjoyable to use today!

In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky rolled, pulled by the aura of the sword nine yellow, the wind swirled like a tornado, and the simple tip of the sword exuded a mysterious aura.

Haoran's sword intent is like a rolling river, and the sword gang falls like the Milky Way hanging upside down.

The eight swords refer to the Xuan, and the nine swords enter the heavens.

"The sky has changed!"

I don't know who shouted.

Wang Xianzhi swung out his fists and smashed into the sword gang that could crack even the mountain.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There was a rolling explosion in the sky, and the sound of the collision of qi caused many people's eardrums to tear pain.

The power of celestial phenomena, with the power of heaven and earth, is it a mortal means?

If it weren't for the two of them in mid-air, the overflowing sword qi would be enough to destroy the tall buildings in this Martial Emperor City.

At this time, no one dared to underestimate the old servant in tattered clothes.

Step into the celestial phenomena, how many people are there in the celestial phenomena?

Looking at the top of the sea building, Cao Changqing was amazed: "As soon as this sword comes out, there is no clever sword move in the world." ”

In this world, when it comes to kendo cultivation, who dares to say that Jian Jiuhuang is far inferior to Deng Tai'a? Deng Tai'a's sword is powerful, but it is a murderous sword.

Jing Zhou counted the swords of Jian Jiuhuang carefully, and he had already used eighteen moves in six thousand miles, and each sword was done with all his might, and his spirit and spirit had reached its peak. By forty-nine moves, Wang Xianzhi's right arm sleeve robe was completely destroyed. After nine more moves, Lao Huang fell to the head of the city, and Wang Xianzhi took three steps back.

Jing Zhou's feet were a little tiger kui, and the tiger kui understood, and ran to Jian Jiuhuang's side in an instant.

"Lao Huang, are you fucking dead? Listen to the ones who are not dead! Jing Zhou jumped down from the top of the tiger kui's head, and shouted at the thin figure in front of him with a sword, and the next moment it seemed to be about to fall to the ground.

"No, you can still drink!

Old dog, old dog, life is very hard. Jian Jiuhuang slowly raised his head, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices, but his tone still seemed to be full, so that people couldn't hear that he was half weak, and asked: "Is the name of the young master six thousand domineering?" I think maybe even Wang Xianzhi envies Jian Jiu's name. ”

Jing Zhou laughed and said: "Bullshit, the ability to name Hua Xu is not good!" Six thousand miles seems to me to be a little bit of a thing, why don't you stop traveling for the last year and make up enough nine thousand miles, wouldn't that be more majestic? That's what makes Wang Xianzhi envious! ”

"Hahaha, it's this reason, the sword is nine or nine thousand miles, majestic!" , As he spoke, Jian Jiuhuang opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, but the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and said: "This battle is the happiest one I have ever fought, originally I could only destroy Wang Xianzhi's sleeve robe at most, but I borrowed your sky-high sword intent before, and I used a few more moves to force him back three steps, who said that no one can retreat Wang Xianzhi?" Hahaha, hahaha......"

"Amazing, your sword, sword intent has gone out of its own way." Jing Zhou praised from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm so praised by you, I have some... I'm a little embarrassed......", the corners of Jian Jiuhuang's mouth were bleeding, his tone gradually weakened, and he said to himself: "When we first met, I would know you, know that you are a master, I thought that if the young master lied to you, wouldn't he want to stab Lou Zi, I won't, don't let him sell the horse to you, it's strange to say, the horse I raised is good with you, and I don't let the young master ride, but I listen to you." ”

"And that kid Wen Hua, he always hates me, a mouthful of Xishu dialect, eats a lot, drinks a lot, and the fart stinks, you have this sword, can you help me hand it over to that kid?"

Jing Zhou nodded, "If this kid knows that this sword you gave him is one of the top ten famous swords in the world, and he can learn the six thousand miles of this sword intent, he will probably wake up laughing when he dreams." This kid still shouts all day long to find a master with good swordsmanship, but he doesn't know that the old man who once touched sweet potatoes with him and and grabbed wide leaves together is a top swordsman. Do you think if he knew, would he be depressed and unable to sleep? ”

"Hahaha, that's the reason, this kid, the kid doesn't let me at all, always leaves me some narrow and short blades of grass."

Jian Jiuhuang had no regrets in his heart, laughed a few more times, and said "Serve wine to the young master", looking north and looking at it in despair.

I don't know how long it took for the blue bird with red eyes to say softly: "Childe, you have been standing for a while." ”

"Six thousand miles of benevolent eyes and yellow sand, oblique sword box, holding thin horses. Today, the nine swords are famous, boiling rice wine and cooking new tea. Jing Zhou sighed, picked up Jian Jiuhuang's already cold body, and walked towards the outside of the city.

The people in the rivers and lakes died and buried in the rivers and lakes, a pit, a roll of mats, a pot of wine, and Jing Zhou buried Jian Jiuhuang on the shore of the East China Sea.

There are no graves, and there are no monuments.

"Childe, do you want to drink?"

"No, I've drunk enough wine today, let's find the white fox face and go back to make tea."