The little ruffian is naturally Diao.

He set out from the wasteland, without stopping, taking many detours, and finally heard the sound of the waves of the river in the extreme distance of the mainland.

Then I saw the island in the middle of the river.

He thought that he had found the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy before many people, but when he stood up with his sword, crossed the river, and slashed all the way through the entry ban set up by the Thirteen Dao Academies by the river, when he came to the gate of this academy full of middle school students, he found that four people had arrived earlier than him.

Ah Diao drank without saying a word, and his eyes hidden under the hat kept turning, as if he wanted to see through the four young people in front of him.

He's watching them.

They were watching him too.

Jiang He, the descendant of the Taoist Saint, glanced at Ah Diao with his hands behind his back, his immature face was full of smiles, as if he saw a very interesting character, he suddenly clapped his hands lightly, and said slowly: "Wonderful person!"

Ah Diao pressed the brim of his hat and hummed in an insignificant voice: "The girl who sings in the Qinglou is wonderful!"

Jiu'er, the descendant of the Buddha, just heard this muttering, he sang the Buddha's horn, and said with the same smile: "The donor is really wonderful!"

Ah Diao hehe Zhile, and said: "Little monk, your father and mother are even better, I'm afraid that a little nun has entered the monk's temple and gave birth to you, a beautiful little monk." ”

This sentence is a bit poisonous.

Jiang He turned his back lightly and pretended not to hear, not planning to provoke this venomous young man again.

Jiu'er didn't care, and laughed softly: "The monks and nuns are all Buddhas, and it's not wrong to say that I was born to them, the donor is really wise." ”

Ah Diao couldn't help but take another sip of wine, looked at the Buddha light above Jiu'er's head, and was amazed: "The little monk has profound Buddhism, and his face is also quite thick. ”

He arched his hand in admiration.

It's funny.

Hearing this, Jiu'er folded her hands and smiled calmly, but she stopped talking.

The black-clothed young man who was standing far away sneered and turned his head, just glanced at Ah Diao and looked away, as if he didn't have much interest in this young man of unknown origin.

It's just that his palms around his arms suddenly clenched, and a cold battle intent and murderous aura suddenly condensed, as if he was longing for a battle.

And at this moment, Baili Duanjiang, the descendant of the Sword Saint, had been paying attention to Ah Diao for a long time, his eyes were like a sword, cutting all the way from the hat on Ah Diao's head, extending downward, until he met the ancient knife.

The ancient knife was wide, with six fingers, and it was now wrapped in a heavy black and gold scabbard.

The scabbard wrapped around the blade, covering the edge of the knife, but it couldn't cover the flamboyant knife aura.

Especially when the sword intent of the Baili Broken River attacked, Ah Diao raised his head slightly and lifted the ancient knife in his hand, and that layer of sword qi suddenly became more and more turbulent, quickly swallowing the opponent's subtle sword intent.

Baili Duanjiang's eyes lit up, and he said in a deep voice: "Good knife!"

"Prizes, prizes!"

Ah Diao's eyes were clear, but he still spoke with a smile: "My knife will be borrowed by the villagers to kill cattle and sheep during the New Year's holidays.

As soon as the words fell, the ancient knife in Ah Diao's hand trembled, and a very heavy knife sound buzzed, as if he was very dissatisfied with the title of meat cleaver.

Baili Duanjiang raised the sword in his hand and said: "Looking at the entire continent, there are countless people who use swords, and the only one who thought that he could really get on the table was the Gao Guan of the Tang Kingdom. I don't want to let me meet another one on the shore of Jiangxin Lake. ”

Ah Diao smiled: "I'm afraid you have too high a vision." ”

Baili Duanjiang sneered: "My vision has been very high since I was a child. ”

This is the truth, the descendant of the Sword Saint, his vision is naturally higher than the sky.

Ah Diao didn't buy it, and spat out a word: "Damn!"

The two teenagers stood quietly in the cold wind as they clenched their swords in their hands.

"Shizun told me since I was a child that the sword is domineering, and the sword is king, and the two do not distinguish between strength and weakness, only the way of art. ”

Baili Duanjiang raised his sword forward, a beam of cold sword intent slowly gathered, he stared at Ah Diao, and said in a condensed voice: "I don't believe it, if this is the case, why is there always only one sword saint in the world, but I have never heard of anyone who can become holy with a sword?"

Ah Diao finally stopped swaying, he drank into his throat, crossed the knife in front of him, and said: "There are no ancients before, it doesn't mean that there will be no one in the future, your sword looks down on my sword?"

Baili Duanjiang said: "There are few knives in this world that can afford it. ”

"My knife is not very happy. ”

"So what?"

"Try?"

"Try it!"

"Draw your sword. ”

Ah Diao lowered his head, his eyes were covered by a hat, and a cold knife aura was indifferently startled.

He seemed to have changed as a person, no longer smuggling, very serious, and his voice became as cold as a knife: "I ask the sword with a knife." ”

In front of the temple gate, the wind was rushing.

Baili Duanjiang no longer replied, he had a sword, he got up in front of him, blinked the sky, and in the next second, he fell from the void, and the sword intent continued, like a drizzle.

A sword against the wind.

A sword breaks through the air.

A sword shocked.

Just a sword, only a sword.

In the past many years, this arrogant-minded descendant of the Sword Saint who had wielded a sword for many years in the barren hills of the Southern Mountains had only swung a sword in the face of many powerful enemies on this continent.

Even if he teamed up with Buddhism and Taoism to punish demons, he came out with a sword, and after sneering and laughing with serious injuries, he watched him escape, and he didn't make up for another sword.

His sword way, one sword is good.

Just a sword.

Anyone who could feel the terrifying power contained in that sword might not be brave enough to want to be tough head-on.

Although it is a sword.

But with all the will of the hundred miles of broken river.

But today, he met Diao.

A fearless teenager.

The extermination methods of seventeen years ago did not kill him, the military tide in Kunlun City failed to drown him, the conspiracy and tricks of the literati cat did not calculate to kill him, and the full force of the generals of the four major towns failed to slap him to death...... Between life and death, how could a Xiaoqiang who couldn't be killed retreat because of a sword?

Not only do not retreat, but also move forward!

Because he had a knife in his hand.

Before the sword intent came, under the cold wind, Ah Diao finally raised his head, revealing the cold and calm eyes under the hat, hiding endless sword energy.

Then he waved his hand and pulled out the heavy, wide, long ancient knife.

The sound of knives startled and exploded in the wind.

In the face of that sword, the knife is more excited than the person.

Ah Diao looked coldly, leaned over, lowered his shoulders, raised his elbows, hung his wrists, and swung a knife in the most comfortable posture, the most ordinary posture, and the most direct action.

This knife was not gorgeous, and even a little stupid, like a mountain man chopping wood.

But in the eyes of others, it is powerful and unstoppable.

Under the knife, the light was bright, almost impossible to look at, and in an instant, the sky was full of knife intent, like a torrent.

In the wind.

Two teenagers.

Swords face each other.

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