Under the gaze of everyone, Wu Qian walked to Li Jianshi's side and squatted down as if no one was there to check the injuries of the girl in palace clothes.

Fortunately, the girl is fine.

Wu Qian breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his head, and found that Miss Li was looking at his face with a smile in her eyes.

"Is there anything on my face?" Wu Qian was uncomfortable by her, and subconsciously wiped his face with his sleeve.

"Nothing, I'm just happy. Miss Li shook her head, her voice soft as if it could drip water.

Wu Qian turned his head unnaturally and said softly: "I'm sorry, I didn't stand up for the first time. ”

He thought Miss Li was glad that he could stand up and save her.

The poet girl shook her head and didn't answer, her dark eyes just looked at him with a smile, as if there was only a man in front of her in this world, completely forgetting that the strong enemy was still there, and the crisis had not been resolved.

She is happy, just for the sake of her poor brother.

In her previous life, Wu Qian had always been willing to be bland, and only she knew how amazing and brilliant her poor brother was.

Seeing Wu Qiang stand up at this time, she knew that from the moment Wu Qiang stood up, the world line changed. Wu Poor in this life will surely exude dazzling brilliance.

So she's happy.

Wu Qian coughed twice in embarrassment, stood up and turned his head to quickly walk towards Murong Shengxue, who was lying on the ground as if he had lost his soul.

When he came to Murong Shengxue, who was lying on the ground, he lowered his head and sneered: "Brother Murong, you are too embarrassed, you haven't even made a move." ”

Murong Shengxue raised his head hard and looked at the young man in front of him, and the light of hope was rekindled in his originally gray eyes. His lips trembled, and he slowly spoke: "Wu... Brother Wu, you said..."Xiaoxiang Sword' is not used like this. Difficult... Could it be that you will make the Xiaoxiang swordsmanship of 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang'?"

There was hope in his tone.

Wu Qian shook his head: "I don't know what Lao Shizi's 'Xiaoxiang Sword Technique' is." Seeing that the hope that ignited in Murong Shengxue's eyes was about to be shattered again, he continued:

"Not only do I not know any 'Xiaoxiang swordsmanship', but neither will 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang'. ”

Murong Shengxue seemed to have thought of something, and said eagerly: "Could it be that you are the descendant of 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang'?"

Wu Qian didn't answer, just turned around, looked at the middle-aged swordsman who was stunned not far away, and laughed loudly: "This unfinished battle, do you want to continue?"

The middle-aged swordsman clenched the long sword in his hand with a serious face, and his careful appearance seemed to be facing a master of the Heavenly List rather than a young man who had not yet been born:

"What kind of swordsmanship are you?"

Wu Qian sneered: "Do you want to learn? It's a pity that I won't teach you." Besides, you can't even recognize the swordsmanship of 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang', so you're embarrassed to jump out and pretend to be?"

The middle-aged swordsman ignored the sarcasm in his words, and said contemplatively: "You said this is the swordsmanship of 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang', how old are you this year?"

Wu Qian smiled slightly: "There are four out of twenty in Xia Fangling." ”

The middle-aged swordsman spoke: "'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang' was defeated in the top 20 overnight, it was eight years ago, you ......"

Not far away, Master Xuanjue recited a Buddha horn and said loudly: "Maybe this young man is the descendant of 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang', and the same move naturally has different power in the hands of different people." ”

The reason why Master Xuanjue risked his life to play for Wu Poor was not because he was a good man, but because the hope brought by Murong Shengxue had been shattered, and Wu Poor was the new hope, whether he was the successor of 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang' or not, everyone present firmly believed that he was, at least before he lost to the middle-aged swordsman, he was the successor of 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang', no, it had to be!

Wu Qian ignored Master Xuanjue and replied, "Have you ever seen 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang' make a move?"

The middle-aged swordsman said curiously: "The group of masters who saw 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang' back then were silent, how can I meet?"

"Do you know how he got his nickname? As soon as he made a move, he stabbed countless swords at an extremely fast speed like a storm, and because the speed was too fast, hundreds of swords stabbed out in an instant were as violent as a storm and as continuous as a gentle drizzle. ”

"Could it be that 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang' got its name from this?"

"Yes, but the reason why 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang' is invincible is not because of swordsmanship, but because of his indomitable momentum and self-confidence, he firmly believes that he is the strongest swordsman in heaven and earth, and it is this self-confidence and the record that has never lost that has forged his supreme sword heart, and he has the only peerless swordsman who can defeat the innate in the acquired realm for thousands of years. ”

The middle-aged man seemed to have heard some big joke: "The day after tomorrow defeats the innate people?"

Wu Qian chuckled and didn't answer, his right hand stroked the 'Shifu' on his waist, and then he drew his sword and shot blatantly!

'Sword No. 2: Reincarnation!'

Time seems to freeze.

The wind is no longer blowing.

The clouds are no longer drifting.

The crowded square was silent.

The middle-aged swordsman looked around, and everyone in the square maintained different expressions and movements, standing still.

He looked at it for a while and found it interesting.

Looking at the different demeanors and movements of different people, he couldn't help but guess the story behind each person.

The young man over there looked at this stubbornly, clenching his teeth, maybe he was cheering for his opponent?

The girl beside him just looked up at the side of his face, her face flushed slightly. This girl may be his childhood sweetheart's younger sister.,Is this time with the teacher?

The middle-aged swordsman couldn't help but look for their division commander.

Oh, there.

Behind the two of them, a middle-aged man with a majestic looking Chinese character face fled backwards with a panicked face.

Cut, it's really not a seed.

Turn your head and continue looking.

What's that monk's name? By the way, it's Xuanjue. I heard that he was the most virtuous and respected monk in Anzhou, who did ten good deeds every day, and the people he killed were all evildoers. That... I wonder if he ever secretly drank wine and ate meat?

The kid next to him is too bewitching! It's more beautiful than handsome. Is it a woman dressed as a man? No, he has an Adam's apple. To be able to give birth to such a demonic son, I don't know what kind of fairy posture his parents should be?

Raising its head, the birds in the air kept flapping their wings to dodge, and a vulture behind them swooped down to prey on the prey in front of them. Will it be able to escape? I'm really curious to know.

Time had never been so long, and he couldn't help but start reminiscing about the past.

When she was a child, the most beautiful widow in the village, I wonder if anyone will peek at her bathing now?

Xiaofang, a childhood sweetheart, doesn't know what kind of person she married?

Want to know, want to know!

To live, I want to live!

He clenched the sword in his hand, and his eyes gradually became firm!

When I raised my head, I was greeted by a rain of swords.

It's beautiful......

The wind continued to blow and the clouds continued to drift.

The young knight blushed as he watched the tense battle, and the junior sister of his childhood sweetheart next to him looked confused.

Time began to flow as if nothing had happened.

The middle-aged man's expression was calm, and he had one last question to ask the figure in front of him.

"It turns out that you are really the descendant of 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang'......"

Wu Qian shook his head: "I'm not." ”

"Isn't it?" the middle-aged swordsman lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, "It's been eight years since 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang' became the number one on the list......!

Wu Qian said calmly: "'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang' drifted away after that night......

He turned slowly:

"I am 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang', that year, I ...... At the age of sixteen, she ...... Twelve years old, crying and laughing when she sees me, what a strange girl. ”

Doubted, shocked, doubted, unbelievable!

There was an exclamation from the surrounding crowd, but it was quickly suppressed.

No one spoke again, and the young figure in the center of their square, his brain blank, seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?" asked the former number one on the list, the legendary 'Sword Rain Xiaoxiang' in a flat tone.

"It's gone. The middle-aged swordsman breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief.

Wu Qiang nodded, ignored him anymore, turned around and walked towards Li Jianshi, behind him, blood flew away, like a blooming blood plum blossom.

On the ground, only the middle-aged swordsman with his head intact remained, relying on the powerful vitality of the innate master, he barely managed to maintain his last breath.

He didn't think about revenge, and the last bit of consciousness left in his mind was:

"As the first innate to be defeated at the hands of an acquired martial artist in thousands of years, am I going to be famous? Unfortunately, I can't even leave a whole corpse ......"