Chapter 120: Kill Whom

The cold wind was like a knife and fell into Chang'an City, cooling down the already solemn atmosphere of Chang'an City again.

Many people were cold in their bones, and their scalps were numb and staring at the heavenly sword.

"This is Li Qinglian's swordsmanship?"

"What's the name of this move?"

"What word in the world can describe this sword! This move should not have appeared in the world at all!"

The voices of the people were loud, almost shouting at the top of their voices, and they all looked at the unique wooden sword in the sky, and a strange feeling surged from the bottom of their hearts.

Blood boil!!

Everyone has blood when they are older, but when they are older and have experienced more things, they lose their blood.

But now, after seeing that crazy sword move, people's blood that disappeared has returned.

Almost everyone has had lofty ambitions, some want to be a general who defends the country and fights on the battlefield, some want to be a wealthy businessman, and some want to be a big official to govern the world unfairly, but the cruel reality has broken their dreams, and they have to make changes.

The wooden sword in the sky was ready to attack, and the sword was filled with a shocking madness, and it seemed that it could stab at any moment and swing a strange move.

That kind of madness, that kind of madness, that kind of determination, is the emotion that most people have when they only dare to dream.

People look at this decisive battle and inadvertently bring themselves into it, and they feel as if they are not only witnesses of history, but also creators of history.

Is the national teacher strong?

Strong!!

He is boundlessly strong, strong and lawless, in the entire rivers and lakes, the national teacher can call himself a self-proclaimed oneself, and he is the only one in heaven and on earth!

Now some people want to kill the national teacher and vainly want to defeat the highest mountain on the rivers and lakes, which is ridiculous.

Faced with an enemy that would never be defeated, Li Qinglian resolutely took out his sword and stabbed out a decisive swordsmanship, he had a spirit, the spirit of never compromising and turning a blind eye to everything.

Although the rest of the people felt that Li Qinglian was a very poor person and had problems with her brain, at this moment, the people in the rivers and lakes were infected by his spirit of not giving up and not flinching.

It makes people's hearts burn with fire, and people can't help but clench their fists, making most of the Jianghu people in Chang'an tremble.

Only a few people in Chang'an knew why Li Qinglian wanted to use a sword against the national teacher, but when they really witnessed this scene, those who knew were silent.

"It's really scrappy...... It's good to be young......"

The old man of the Sun family sat in the hall to eat, and the whole Sun family gathered around him and ate with him.

There was an earth-shattering battle in the sky, and there was a picture that would go down through the ages, but everyone in the Sun family was crammed into one room, and they ate their meals seriously, as if they didn't care about the battle at all.

All of them wore the same clothes, all of them were mourning clothes, clothes that could only be worn when the dead were buried.

Master Sun sighed, his eyes a little gloomy.

"Let's eat more, I won't be hungry on the road when the time comes, the old man is too eccentric in this life, and basically uses all his energy to train Bai Qi, and doesn't leave half time for the Sun family, I'm ashamed of the Sun Mansion, and I am ashamed of your ......"

Old Man Sun had a ruddy complexion, with many wrinkles and yellow spots on his face, and he sat in a chair, his waist was bent very low, and his hands were shaking, looking like an old man who would let go at any time.

His voice was vicissitudes when he spoke, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be embedded in his sockets. The corners of Master Sun's eyes were covered with ravines, and he did not have the demeanor of a strong man. At this time, he was like a dry trunk, without the slightest threat.

"Ancestors don't have to blame themselves, our Sun family is willing to die, this is a great honor, it's too late for us to be happy!" someone lowered his voice, his face full of pride.

"The children of the Sun family can afford this responsibility, and none of us are of a bad seed. A heroic woman said loudly: "What's more, General Bai has more important things to do, and he has to do it all over the world several times, and his responsibility is many times heavier than ours!"

"For the world!" Master Sun raised the wine glass in front of him, and a string of tears fell from his eyes.

"For the sake of this world!!" Everyone except Master Sun stood up, and they respectfully raised their wine glasses, their expressions excited.

"This is the world, for the future of the world!!" they shouted hysterically, all of them very emotional.

"Good!good!good!" Master Sun said seriously: "The old man is paranoid, he has been arrogant all his life, and he has never praised anyone, even the old man of Daozun has not been recognized by me, but you ......"

"You guys are good...... It's all good...... I admire you ......"

When the words fell, Master Sun put down the wine glass in his hand, he walked into the crowd, slowly knelt down, and kowtowed heavily.

He was in tears, and his face was full of guilt.

"Old Ancestor!!" everyone knelt in front of Master Sun in the same guest, and they lowered their bodies and tears rained down.

......

Whatever happened elsewhere didn't affect the two of them.

"Buzz!"

The melodious and ethereal sound of the sword roared into the sky, bursting out with unprecedented momentum, and the brilliant sword light instantly dyed the entire Chang'an.

The swords around the wooden sword trembled violently again, and they merged with the pale clouds as if they were a raging wave.

The waves in the sky set off monstrous waves, and if they fall into the world, the heavens and the earth will surely collapse, and the mountains and rivers will collapse.

The wooden sword turned slightly, turned over, and thousands of sword weapons seemed to be the army under the orders of the emperor, and they went forward and spread to the Great Qin National Division.

The sword weapons poured out with the white clouds, and the people on the ground watched the earth darken inch by inch.

When Chang'an was completely dark, and there was no light in the sky, people also knew a fact.

Li Qinglian's peerless sword move had already stabbed in front of the national teacher.

The whole world is pitch black, so no one knows the battle in the sky, they are all waiting, waiting for a predestined result.

Will the national teacher lose?

This idea was only vetoed by the vast majority of people in an instant, although many people have not seen the national teacher make a move and do not know his strength, but after all, the national teacher is one of the highest peaks on the rivers and lakes, and he has no reason to lose.

There will be winners and losers in a duel between two people, if the national teacher does not lose, then Li Qinglian will definitely lose.

In the hearts of the people over the years, the national teacher and Emperor Qin have left behind not only the supreme majesty, nor just a quiet life, but unfathomable skills.

They are like the sun and moon hanging high in the distant sky, overlooking everything.

Anyone who saw the two of them had to sigh at their talents.

"Boom!!"

A brilliant thunderbolt streaked across the sky.

The dripping rain gradually fell and soon turned into a majestic rain.

The dense heavy rain obscured Lin Xuan's vision and also covered up this decisive battle.

The rain came suddenly, and it was so powerful that it almost looked like a curtain of water hanging in midair.

Lin Xuan sighed, his eyes a little gloomy.

He couldn't see the details of this decisive battle, which was a pity.

Because there are many people in this city who are not bad at cultivation, a mere rain will not affect their vision at all.

In other words, he couldn't see the battle in the sky, but someone could see it.

"What is a sword?"

When Lin Xuan saw Li Qinglian's incomparable move, even with his swordsmanship cultivation, he couldn't help but feel amazing.

What is a sword?

He had never thought about such a boring question before learning and practicing swords, but after seeing Li Qinglian's sword moves, under this heavy rain, this question suddenly welled up in his heart.

Maybe it's not just him, most people in Chang'an have similar problems in their hearts.

What is a sword?

What are the tricks?

No one gave an answer, and no one talked about it.

The Jianghu people raised their heads, let the violent rain wet their clothes, and their eyes fell on the dark clouds at the top in a daze.

The atmosphere froze, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

Lin Xuan shook his head, his face full of complexity.

No regrets!

Li Qinglian seems ruthless and unruly, but the sword in his hand is a sentient sword.

Only an amorous sword can stab such a brilliant sword move, and can use such an unwilling sword.

Under his disguise, he must have an amorous heart.

Although he is murderous on the surface, he is by no means such a person, and only a swordsman with a deep love can use this trick!

Is it only an amorous person who can use a truly unparalleled sword move?

For a moment, Lin Xuan felt as if he had comprehended something, but as if he didn't understand anything.

"Boom!!"

There was another earth-shattering bang.

Immediately after, countless endless whistling sounds resounded in the sky.

"Buzz!!"

The icy rain had no intention of stopping, and there was even a mist in Chang'an City.

After Lin Xuan climbed out of the deep well, he sat under a half-collapsed gazebo and watched the battle.

It rained heavily and the wind was strong.

The raging wind brought one arrogant cold rain after another, and he looked very embarrassed with rain and messy hair stuck to his collar.

He stared at the sky with a faint gaze, Lin Xuan was waiting, waiting for a result.

It's not just him, it's everyone else waiting.

The spectators of Chang'an are waiting, the Yan Wenxuan in front of the Qin Emperor's Palace is waiting, and the soldiers surrounding Yan Wenxuan are also waiting.

After this scene, maybe another scene will begin, and no one knows who the real protagonist is today.

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!"

The rain crackled on the ground, and the sound of swords in the air was like the sound of rain.

Ordinary people didn't know what was going on, and they all hid in their homes shivering and pale.

The people of the rivers and lakes looked at the rain in the sky with shock and horror.

"Whew!Whew!"

Under the gaze of countless eyes, thousands of sword weapons turned into torrents and poured out from the depths of the dark clouds, and countless long swords pierced the earth like a tide.

"What does this mean!!"

Lin Xuan gasped, his mind buzzed, and his whole body trembled.

"What does he want to do?"

"Is it ......?"

There were a lot of people who found out about this, and most of them were looking at it all with disbelief on their faces.

Today, Li Qinglian made an appointment with the Warring States Division and stabbed a peerless sword move in the sky.

In the pouring rain.

Tens of thousands of long swords turned into a sea of swords, and with the cold rain, they poured towards Chang'an City.

"Did you misread this kid?"

Lin Xuan's back was cold, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.