Chapter Thirty-Seven: There's always a little more nagging before the battle begins

"There's one thing I'm curious about before I get started. ”

Luo Yiweng took the sword, faced Li Xiu, and asked with a smile.

He didn't mind joining forces with Luo Fuyuan, because his desire to fight Li Xiu was based on his disgust with the Holy Sect.

Li Xiu looked at him and did not speak.

"I wonder how you know what I want?"

Li Xiu shook his head and said, "I don't know and don't care what you want, but I'm sure that as long as you win against me, I can do whatever you want." ”

Luo Fuyuan wants to enter the sea of books, this is what he wants.

Luo Yiweng gently wiped the sword body with his sleeve, and his face full of smiles gradually became more sharp.

"Then I want to give the Holy Sect the lives of all the people who came to the Tang Dynasty, can you also give it?"

The faces of the four elders of the Holy Sect in the crowd turned completely cold, and Zhou Yuan sneered, with sarcasm on his face.

Luo Fuyuan remained silent, he had fought with Luo Yiweng more than once, and he had long been accustomed to his arrogance and lack of sight.

The seemingly free and happy face did not hide his hatred for the Holy Sect at all.

Many people looked at Li Xiu to see how he planned to end.

In front of everyone's eyes, the words spoken are like water spilled out.

And the water can't be recovered.

And Li Xiu had no intention of taking it back, he did not shy away from meeting Luo Yiweng's gaze and said: "The academy opens a sea of books, and all of them are guests from afar, and they are blessed by the Tang Kingdom, so they can't do it. ”

That's the truth.

This book event is facing the eyes of people all over the world, if Tang Guo dares to do something for no reason, it will definitely arouse the anger of the masses.

Pay for one's whistle.

Losing the status of the kingdom of heaven.

Many people retracted their gaze, feeling that Li Xiu was embarrassed this time.

It's nothing, but it's not pretty.

Luo Yiweng didn't say anything, he didn't know Li Xiu, but he knew about sword cultivation.

Li Xiu was able to come to this point in less than a year, although he had the terrifying reason of the Three Tribulations Body, his sword cultivation talent and heart also played an undoubted role.

So he knew that the sentence was not over.

Sure enough, after an extremely short pause, Li Xiu's voice continued to sound: "If you win, after they return to the Wasteland and return to the Holy Sect, the people of the Tang Kingdom will go to the Holy Sect to fight to the death until they."

The group was killed. ”

The voice was flat, but the domineering inside was heard by everyone.

The four elders of the Holy Sect snorted coldly, covering all the discussions like thunder, and many of them turned pale, and even a trace of blood flowed from their ears.

Li Xiu's words were domineering, and his actions were even more domineering.

Holy Sect, not everyone can provoke!

The icy aura rose, and the unique power of the powerhouses of the Five Realms pressed the audience, and countless people only felt that it was a little difficult to breathe.

A layer of dense fine sweat appeared on Luo Yiweng's face in an instant, and his chest rose and fell violently.

Li Xiu's feet sank into the dirt, and the huge pressure fell on his shoulders, as if to make him kneel.

What is sword cultivation, it is better to bend than to bend!

Indomitable!

His feet sank deeper and deeper, but his spine never bent at all.

The raccoon rolled over from the ground, rubbing its nose with one paw, and looked at the four elders of the Holy Sect with malicious intent.

You old bastard, fat man, I finally lie down for a while and be lazy, you have to find trouble.

Before he could make a move, a very gentle-sounding voice suddenly came from within the academy.

"Why should the elders care about the affairs of children? ”

The calm voice blew lightly with the breeze between the mountains, and the terrifying pressure that enveloped the audience disappeared in an instant as if it had never appeared.

Many of the academy disciples lying on the wall looked back and recognized that it was Mr. Chen's voice, which they were most familiar with.

With a light body, Li Xiu pulled his feet out of the dirt and stood on the ground again, his face expressionless, as if the scene just now had not happened at all.

As the sound sounded and disappeared, the body of the four elders of the Holy Sect suddenly took a few steps backwards, and a muffled snort came out of his mouth,

A flush flashed quickly across the old face, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Chen Jinglong!"

He suddenly looked sideways at the academy, and in the depths of his extremely cold gaze was a jealousy that no one could see.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, the gap between him and Chen Jinglong has not shortened, but has become farther and farther away, and just a sound will hurt him when they are far away, such a terrifying strength.

It's not an exaggeration to say it's unfathomable.

Chen Xian

Sheng only said this, and Meiling regained his calm again.

Chen Zhimo smacked his lips and spit out a grass root from his mouth, feeling a little bitter.

He had been sitting lazily on the ground before, and he was suddenly oppressed by the breath of the four elders and actually fell into a, so no one around him paid attention to him, otherwise it would be really embarrassing to spread it.

"Doesn't that make Luo Fuyuan restrain his hands when you say that?"

Luo Yiweng shrugged his shoulders, stretched out his finger and pointed to the side, teasingly.

Indeed, if Li Xiu was really defeated by the two of them together, and was asked to fulfill his promise, wouldn't Luo Fuyuan suffer the consequences?

"Don't worry, if I win, I will let him kill himself, and if he dies, your promise will not be fulfilled. ”

Luo Fuyuan snorted coldly and said.

This is a vicious statement.

It's just that Li Xiu's previous promise has been said and can't be recovered, and I don't know how many people have died on this letter throughout the ages.

"You can think of a lot of good pictures and things you want to achieve before the battle starts, but don't think about it again after the battle, because you are destined to lose, you are not destined to win against me. ”

Li Xiu stretched out the long sword that was lying across his chest and pointed at the two of them from afar.

Confidence.

The mountain stream was already full of corpses, and Liang Xiaodao, Chen Sining, and Qi Yuanbin were constantly killing people.

All three suffered injuries of varying severity, but none retreated, and none lost a match.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer monks who dared to challenge the two of them, until Liang Xiaodao split the person in front of him into two with one knife again, and no one dared to come up to challenge.

Everyone is afraid of death.

So all eyes fell on the competition between Li Xiu and the three.

Ye Xiu stood at the forefront of the Ye family, sighed very abruptly, saluted Li Xiuyao, and then turned around and walked towards the outside of Meiling.

Ye Yun was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased after him to ask why he left.

Ye Xiu shook his head: "No matter what the final outcome is, when Luo Yiweng and Luo Fuyuan are ready to join forces, our Huangzhou has already lost, if you lose, if you win, you will lose, I am not qualified to enter this sea of books." ”

"Besides, that's Li Xiu, in the same realm, he is the only invincible Li Xiu. ”

"No one can win Li Xiu. ”