Chapter 34: The Sword of the Tattered Son
I have heard for a long time that the protector of the Holy Mountain, the second disciple of the Holy Dao Immortal, Diechen, the young phoenix eye is naturally hooked, and the cold air of the jade sword is piercing. It's a pity that he is a crazy person, wearing a patch robe to protect his body, whether he is stupid or crazy, once the street passes, it is eye-catching after all.
The eyes of the people in the road were red at the unique cold jade sword in the world, and the young woman blushed at the smooth and white face, while other passers-by just felt that this man's style was too crazy, and his clothes were too shocking and tattered, and he was not worthy of that face.
The bold, coveted the cold jade sword that can use absolute zero, followed all the way, and could always block the way of the "tattered boy" when the night was dark, the wind and the moon were high, and the rain was pouring. Yes, people in the Tao call it "tattered son", and they were all ashamed of cultivating immortals.
Until that year, the "tattered boy" walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, walked through thousands of cities and villages, and one person and one sword were still safe and sound. That year, the thousands of cities and villages that the "tattered boy" had traveled to, and there were more broken hands, lame, and tongueless evil.
In the world, there is no one who dares to block the way of the "tattered boy".
is more arrogant than hateful, who can compare to the "tattered son"???
Diechen took out the lush and transparent cold jade sword, Tong Xue could even see the cold aura around the cold jade sword that could not be dissipated under the sun, and at a glance, he felt a chill in his heart. This is what people say, the top utensils, and the owner complement each other, and become one.
Since the cold jade sword was unsheathed, Diechen's idle and casual temperament suddenly changed, and a faint white frost rose between his eyebrows, one word, cold. Two words, it's cold.
Just a move and a dance, his sword, like his people, with all the bells and whistles.
Dancing more than 100 times, 360 degrees without dead ends, the Wanqing Vine Demon did not fall a leaf, safe and sound.
This......
Tong Xue has never heard of the glorious deeds left by the second uncle Diechen in thousands of cities and thousands of villages, she only knows that in front of her, at the moment, the second uncle Diechen, a hundred swords are waved, and not an inch of leaves is touched.
Seeing that the good-looking jade sword of the second senior uncle Diechen had fallen into its sheath, standing calmly and looking at herself, Tong Xue couldn't help but ask:
"Finished?"
"Well, it's over. ”
"You're fooling me! This is a good tree, and it doesn't ......."
"Three, two, one, down!"
With Diechen's countdown, the temperature around her body became lower and lower, and at the last inverted exit, the Wanqing vine tree fell down.
The change came too suddenly, Tong Xue swallowed the unfinished words, stunned, and stunned on the spot.
Diechen winked at Tong Xue proudly, this trick is famous in the rivers and lakes, "Butterfly Dance Ying Hundred Swords", has been shown countless times, and none of them are as hearty as today.
The true qi in the body was used through the cold jade sword, and every gap that was opened was frozen by the cold qi of the forest, and the appearance of the Wanqing Vine Demon appeared to be intact. Until the "Butterfly Dance should be a hundred swords" stopped, there was no continuous cold air, and the trees exposed to the air, the ice that condensed the wound gradually melted, and naturally fell in response.
The shock in Tong Xue's eyes was true, the envy on his face was true, and Tong Xue, who couldn't see good things, couldn't help but say shamelessly: "Good second uncle, the most heroic second uncle in the world, this sword ......"
"No, it doesn't. ”
"Then~~, you teach me this move, and after you return to the dust for ten thousand years, you will pass this sword to me, and I will be the number one in your ranks?"
"It's not that I'm stingy, it's really fate, this sword is cold, it is harmful to the body, and it is not suitable for women to cultivate. ”
"Wait, what are you talking about......?