"What a broken story, this is the end? Yang Guifei died like this? That emperor is really useless, he was forced to kill his beloved woman, what kind of thing? Xiao Baozi, this story is infuriating, I feel that you are talking nonsense, even so, you change an ending for me, otherwise, hum..." Long Baishuang was furious, and said unceremoniously, and the sword in his hand was raised in a demonstration, meaning that the story was not satisfied, and it was retelled.

Not only was Long Baishuang dissatisfied, but everyone who listened to the story exploded.

"What kind of thing is this, how did you force the great beauty to death?

"Although the ending of the story is not good, it is very real, the beauty of the country, you have to choose the same, the emperor still loves the country more."

"I'm going to kill 90 million, bastard, make things up, support the 108 ranked masters, I must change the ending, otherwise, I'll kill this bastard........."

The monks who listened to the story in the Demon God Altar collectively exploded, and they had a lot of ideas in their hearts, but fortunately they were not in the 10,000-to-one mode, otherwise, they would definitely rush up at this time and hack the initiator to death.

Xiao Cheng Great Khan, how can he be so hated by the Yin and Yang people when he tells the truth, and this still makes people not live? It will take a while to recover, and he must be mixed up.

Xiao Cheng coughed lightly, stretched out two fingers, and pulled aside the sword that was pointing at his throat with a very pretending of thirteen, and Ximen Fuxue's cold face was stunned to squeeze out an unnatural smile, which looked awkward.

"It's better not to laugh." Long Baishuang looked at this person's expression and was very disdainful.

Xiao Cheng's smile stiffened on his face, and he greeted the other party's maternal relatives hundreds of times, knowing that the shape was like this, it had to be handled smoothly, but fortunately, there was a way to remedy it.

He stopped laughing and said softly: "Actually, there is another ending in this story, in other words, Yang Guifei was dragged out...... Then, secretly boarded a ship to Fusang, drifted across the ocean to a foreign country, lived incognito, and lived this life happily ......". Xiao Cheng brought out the legendary wild history, and saw that the faces of the yin and yang people looked much better, and secretly exclaimed luck.

"Well, this ending is barely okay, okay, sing a song about the new concubine drunk, uncle." Long Baishuang's ridicule is obvious, for some reason, he just wants to bully Xiao Baozi, regardless of whether he is a man or a woman in the outside world, in short, he is very happy. This is what Long Baishuang is missing in the Icy Demon Palace, and he will naturally not let it go at this time.

Xiao Cheng clenched his fists angrily, hating to punch and force Liang to become a prostitute... , no, the yin and yang people who force good songs. Just like Long Baishuang stubbornly called him a little bun, he only called this person a yin and yang person, even if the woman was beautiful and handsome this time.

"Why, you want to fight now? Well, wait for Uncle Ben to stab you in the lungs with a sword."

"I'll take your lungs, I'll take your whole family's lungs!" Xiao Cheng couldn't help but scold.

And then...... , The sword flashed, Xiao Cheng was powerless to dodge, and he felt that his right chest was pierced, and the sharp pain was surging, in fact, it was just that the tip of the sword pierced a little lung lobe, but it really hurt, it hurt.

"Scold, you continue to scold, see if Uncle Ben can do it?"

"Shameless, didn't you say you were going to fight me fair?" Xiao Cheng protested.

"Hey, have you ever heard that women actually keep their promises? Long Baishuang laughed.

Xiao Cheng was inexplicably sad and angry. The evil forces are rampant, and the heroes don't suffer immediate losses, they can only signal the other party to suspend the attack, isn't it just singing, for Xiao Cheng, who was the lead singer of the band in his previous life, it was a piece of cake. In this way, tens of millions of monks were fortunate enough to hear the male version of the new concubine drunk.

Long Baishuang held the sword, shook her head and listened for a long time, and finally was very dissatisfied, the reason is very simple, she said, the male version is not good, and she can't catch up with the female version. Then he sang it again, and sure enough, it sounded better than Xiao Cheng.

Good songs, good words. After listening to the story, the monks listened to different versions of the new concubine drunk twice, and they were fascinated, feeling that this trip to the Demon God Altar was too worthwhile.

Xiao Cheng was angry, really angry. Some people say that he can't cultivate, that's nothing, after all, this thing hasn't been in contact for a long time, but Xiao Cheng, who was addicted to music in his previous life, couldn't stand the other party saying that he was not good at music.

It seems that if you don't show a small hand, you can't stop the damn yin and yang people. The anger in Xiao Cheng's heart flickered up, in fact, he also knew that this song was more perfect, Ximen Blowing Snow's voice really couldn't meet the requirements of a female voice, and it would be good to barely be able to hum the soft melody in place, and it would never be compared with the last chanting.

This world has high requirements for songs, the melody must be beautiful, the words must be good, and the singing is still in place, not to mention, the requirements are really high.

Looking at Long Baishuang looking at himself triumphantly after singing, Xiao Cheng felt angry, obviously I copied this song over, why are yin and yang people better than me, is there any reason for this?

"Yes, you sing very well and have a lot of taste, this song is more flavorful with a female voice, and a slightly inferior male voice. ...... Listen, I'll sing a new song, and if you sing it better than I do, then I have nothing to say."

'Engrave the heart between each eyebrow, and think about it between the paintings. Stained with ink, thousands of texts are yellowed, and the curtain is slightly bright in the quiet of the night. ......

Ah, rouge scent, who is the bead curtain for?Ah, I don't see Gao Xuan, and the night moon is embarrassed at this time. ...... Whoever has a long piano in the smoke clouds".

The song "Bead Curtain", Xiao Cheng, whose eyes are gentle and his face is cold, his voice is changeable, and his vocal range is wide and narrow, goes deep into his heart and goes straight to his soul.

He sang the song, remembering the experience of two lives. Thinking of the love in the previous life and the red face that I liked in this life, the feelings gushed out uncontrollably, and the feeling of going deep into the bone marrow and soul was like a magic sound, touching the hearts of countless people.

"The empty Liui people are slowly haggard ......". Long Baishuang's eyes were moist, and this song reminded her of the misses, regrets, and possessions in her long life... , touching too many things to allow her not to be moved.

She chanted a few words slowly, her eyes retracted, and she looked at the other side who had stood up and tidied up at some point, holding a long sword in her hand, her face was cold, but there was pity in her eyes, and she suddenly woke up. "Isn't my heart being seen through by this person?" As soon as he thought of this, he immediately gathered that rare touch into the depths of his heart, restoring the beauty, cold-bloodedness and arrogance of the eldest princess Long Baishuang.

She stood up slowly and said in a condensed voice: "Little bun, yes, you performed this song perfectly." In fact, whether it is a male or female voice, it is perfect to be able to touch the heart so much, and you have done it. This one, if I interpret it, I can't catch up with you. Dare to ask the name of this song"

"Bead blind". Xiao Cheng replied softly, looked at the yin and yang people with cold eyes, and sighed in his heart, they are all people with stories.

"You're talented, so to speak. If nothing else, it's just creative ability, world-class. With this alone, you can make a lot of money by doing a world tour. ...... However, there is no talent in the Demon God Altar to decide whether you win or lose, if you want to complete the ultimate goal today, you have to ask the sword in my hand, are you ready?"

Long Baishuang put out a sword pose, pointing at the sky, and suddenly the wind and clouds changed, and the ice and snow were avoided. The aesthetic conception brought by the bead curtain has disappeared, and the little bun has recovered to its peak, and there are less than a hundred breaths left in time, but it is enough. In the battle of masters, one breath can already attack tens of millions of swords, let alone a hundred breaths?

Long Baishuang is confident that she will defeat this person in a hundred breaths, once it comes to the martial arts competition, she will never leave her hand, this is the respect for Xiao Baozi, but also for herself.

"I'm ready". Xiao Cheng put the long sword on his chest, and the tenderness in his eyes was retracted, turning into a gentleness that embraced all things, all of them were soft eyes, but they were different in nature, drawing on the realm of the waves and clouds to contain all things, and casting the lightning killing sword of Ximen blowing snow, Xiao Cheng had found a balance between being affectionate and ruthless, and he would not be ruthless when he should be affectionate, and vice versa.

This is his own kendo that he has comprehended, and others can't understand it and can't learn it. Every swordsman has his own way to go, taking the road that no one has walked, and whether he can become a great weapon in the end, in addition to hard work, but also depends on luck, all of which are indispensable, of course, and persistence.

"You first!" Long Baishuang said these two words concisely, just like her, full of decisiveness, clean and neat, good at arbitrariness.

"You're confident, okay, then you're welcome." Xiao Cheng swung his sword, and the flames on his body rushed up, and the 'instant slash' had been launched.

Xiao Cheng has performed this trick no less than a thousand times, and with one move, the power in his body is like a ** bucket being detonated, all of which are released, and the speed has climbed to an unparalleled level. The space is like a piece of paper, cut straight by a sharp paper cutter, and the final landing point of the paper cutter is the neck of Long Baishuang, as long as it is hit, he will inevitably die on the spot, and this competition will be over.

Instant slash is a fast word, even if you are prepared, you will still suffer a big loss at such a speed, there is a good saying, the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable.

"What a fast sword!" Long Baishuang admired in her heart, her eyes were golden, and the special pupil technique that the Five Heavenly Gate monks could also use was unleashed. This is the Golden Dragon Eye of the Blood Inheritance Pupil Technique, which belongs to the top bloodline of the Dragon Clan. Some of the golden pupils are so unrecognizable that even if they see them.

This kind of pupil technique has strange properties. In Long Baishuang's eyes, the sword of Xiao Baozi was broken down into hundreds of thousands of space fragments, and the trajectory was extremely clear. She didn't make any extra moves, just raised the lightning-wound sword to seal an angle.

Boom!

The space exploded, the flames and thunderbolts were entangled, and lightning erupted on the sword body of Long Baishuang, beating the flames into nothingness, and the two swords collided in the electric light stone fire, producing a terrifying impact force, the space was turbulent, and a circle of energy shock waves spread in the void, and where the energy passed, every qiē was shattered. The tangible matter is gone, which shows the magnitude of the impact.

There was surprise in Xiao Cheng's eyes, he knew that it was impossible to hit this person hard with one move, but he still didn't expect to be broken so lightly, it was really a difficult opponent. The fighting spirit is very strong, with the power of impact, it flips in mid-air, and kills more than 10,000 swords in the blink of an eye, which is the seventh move of the immeasurable sword path - the sword of ten thousand hands