"These people are so powerful, when did so many masters emerge in the world? And all are young. ”

Ding Linglin couldn't help but exclaim.

Li Ducian sighed lightly: "The answer is very simple, because they are all members of the 'Blue Dragon Society'. ”

It is unknown how the most mysterious force in this river and lake has been, but it is undeniable that it has undoubtedly ushered in the most powerful and terrifying master, the Great Dragon Head.

Lu Xiaojia had already looked at the down-and-out swordsman, especially the sword in the other party's hand, which made his pupils shrink involuntarily, but his mouth was still casually and leisurely: "Immortal Sword." ”

Guo Ding's face also changed: "This sword has finally reappeared in the rivers and lakes." ”

In just one day, two of the seven weapons of the past Megatron were suspected to have appeared, and this sword really appeared under his nose.

Lu Xiaojia had already walked towards the down-and-out swordsman.

In this river and lake, some people live for fame and die for fame, and they have been seeking power and profit all their lives, and they are desperate to climb to high places. But there are still a very small number of people, who need opponents more, a sense of existence, and strong enemies, especially those in the same way, who are on the same footing; Because they want to be stronger, and stronger means "winning".

Lu Xiaojia could already feel the sword intent in the other party's body, so he walked over.

Guo Ding also wanted to move.

He looked at the mysterious swordsman clad in a cloak that looked like a lonely ghost.

This person is terrifying, and there is no murderous intent in his body, but he seems to be the most perfect interpretation of the word "death".

Looking at each other, Guo Ding's face turned pale suddenly, and in a trance, he saw from those dark eyes that a fierce sword snatched out of his eyes, stabbing straight at him, unimaginable, and he was taken for it in an instant.

Guo Ding's face was no longer expressionless, but his eyes turned red in an instant, the green tendons on his forehead were faintly protruding, and there were blood vessels on the back of his hands.

Li Ducian took the Blue Mountain Ancient Sword and walked towards the black-clothed swordsman.

The black-clothed swordsman's eyes were waveless, and calm and dull, like two ink pools, bottomless.

Li Dui's cicada moved, this person also moved, raised his sword and turned around, and suddenly swept away, like an arrow from the string, it cut through the blue waves on the lake and shot into the depths of the night.

Li Ducicada followed, and the meteor also drove out a few steps, suddenly shook his sleeves to the ground, and rose up by the strong wind under his feet, chasing him like a bird.

The two of them stepped on the blue waves, one after the other, chasing and chasing, and the black-clothed swordsman suddenly heard a terrifying sword roar that hit his heart and lungs in his palm, and a black light turned like a poisonous dragon, piercing the eyebrows of Li Dui's face.

The ancient sword of the Blue Mountain in Li Ducian's hand also vibrated with it, and the sound of the sword was clearer and more remote, like the echo of the secluded spring in the mountain, and the long sword pointed obliquely, and its momentum hit the wrist.

The bright moon hung high above their heads, and the two of them were still treading the waves under their feet, fighting and walking.

Then I saw that the blades of the two swords were oblique in unison, and when they collided in the air, the sword bodies collided.

The two of them were close at hand, looking at each other.

Looking at this person, looking at these eyes, and this ruthless swordsmanship, Li Ducian suddenly wanted to laugh out loud, and also shouted.

Because he still has friends, in this deceitful and sinister Jinling City, where everyone may betray him, frame him, and calculate him, Li Ducian suddenly looked back and suddenly found that he had a friend.

This man turned out to be ...... Yan XIII.

Although he is no longer afraid of being calculated, let alone betrayed, he does yearn for friends in his heart.

Shangguan Xiaoxian is not his friend, that woman may become his mortal enemy, a mortal enemy, even if she becomes a confidant, or a pillow lover, but she will definitely not be a friend.

And there are very few people in the world who are willing to be friends with him, and there will definitely be fewer in the future.

Even Ye Kai, a heroic chivalrous warrior who loves life, is afraid that he will never be friends with him, because the road he will take in the future is difficult to meet his close friends, and he is destined to compete with others in hatred of mountains and seas, and intrigues.

But he didn't care, never cared.

Everything in this world is destined to be given and gained, he has been accustomed to the despicability of the human heart, and if he wants to survive this heavy slaughter, to live to the end, to stand at the top, friends are already a luxury for him.

It's like love.

How many people, how many heroes and heroes, heroic geniuses, because of these two words, polished out their arrogance, lost their ambition, and lost their hearts, they should have been famous all over the world, but because of a woman, they were willing to become mundane, and finally died without a blink, and most of them died without a place to be buried.

But not caring doesn't mean he's resistant.

Li Ducian still longs for a confidant, and it is precisely because he is in this river and lake full of all kinds of betrayals and intrigues that he understands the value of a friend.

Moreover, a person of flesh and blood can never resist the instincts of the heart.

Just like those flowers and plants, they all grow towards the sun.

He may win the hearts of the people in the future, but the hearts of the people are never friends, they are just compromises driven by interests, they are eagles and dogs, and they are subordinates; Just like those who are invited to a banquet, everyone compliments him and scolds him, it seems that the people want him, and what they love is only money, and there is a time limit.

Maybe he will also be loyal, but just like Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wusheng, how can they be friends.

A true friend, you never have to worry about his betrayal, never doubt, know each other, and treat each other with all sincerity.

Fortunately, he also has a friend!!

He was convinced that this man was his friend, and perhaps the only friend he would have in the future.

Li Ducian really wanted to yell, but he still held back, because this person was already one of the dragon heads of the Blue Dragon Society.

And in the past three years, there has been no news of this person, and he should have guessed the sword wizard in the mouth of the big dragon head back then.

It's just that Li Ducian didn't dare to look for it, and he didn't dare to confirm it, and he didn't even go to the Yan ancestral hall again, because he was really worried that people would know that he had such a friend, and when the time came, he would kill and rob again, step by step.

Li Ducian's eyes burned, and he suddenly shouted: "Good swordsmanship!" ”

And the black-clothed swordsman in front of him, his eyes were faintly shining, and the sword light in his hand was even more fierce, and it suddenly soared, and a touch of pitch-black and cold light poured out from the sword.

Li Ducian could already see the coldness in the other party's eyes, the smile under the coldness, and a touch of melancholy.

The man had recognized him.

The ancient sword in his hand also soared, and the already blue sword body instantly bloomed with a dazzling blue light, and the three-foot-seven-inch sword body suddenly became longer in an instant, which was imminent.

The two swords struck again, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the two were already inseparable from each other, and the big waves were immediately seen on the lake.

At least in the eyes of others, this is definitely an extremely dangerous battle, and the people who watch it are terrified and dizzying.

"Ancestral Hall."

In the hand, Li Ducian vaguely heard these two words, which were quick and slight, weak and inaudible.

But then there are three more words.

"Two dragon heads?"

This voice was not said by Yan Shisan.

Rather, it floated from the shore of the lake, and it was familiar.

Everyone followed the sound and looked, but saw Shangguan Xiaoxian dressed in a scarlet coat like fire, coming from not far away, smiling and looking at the lake.

There was a boat on the lake, and there was a person on the boat, a woman in white.

Two dragon heads.

"It's ugly!"

The two sides glanced at each other, and couldn't help but say more, Shangguan Xiaoxian's feet didn't stop, as if she was coming for this person, only under the shocked gaze of a crowd, she walked step by step from the lakeside to the lake, and from the lake to the boat, and finally walked up.

One is unconventional, cold and glamorous, and the other is domineering and natural, and the momentum is compelling.

Only for a moment when Shangguan Xiaoxian landed, there was a boom in an instant, as if the earth was shattered, and the entire small boat was out of the lake, spinning and soaring into the air like a top.

The two shadows on the boat instantly fought in one place.

(End of chapter)