"Wet clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, blowing the face is not cold willow wind!"

When there were only the last two Luming banquet competitions in the thirteenth year of the Apocalypse, there was a rain in Chang'an, and the spring rain dyed the entire sky into a gray patch, and the cool raindrops fell on the bluestone pavement of Zhuque Street, splashing a muddy fragrance.

The bell of Bauhinia Mountain rang the ninth time, Liu Chen held a paper umbrella, walked out of the Cangguo Mansion, walked through the alley, walked through the deep alley, Liu Chen bypassed the crowd in front of Huaqingchi Square, and walked alone on the mountain road behind the Holy Ancestor Faxiang.

The mountain road is not rugged, Liu Chen walked for a long time, and then he saw the old pine, and Wu Tong sitting cross-legged under the old pine.

"Did you buy off the master who was in charge of the lottery?"

"Nobody can buy the Final Four. Wu Tong buried his head in wiping the long knife in his hand, and a trace of heat and madness flashed in the corners of his eyes, "After the Taoyuan Poetry Meeting, you and I have never seen Wen Renhao make a move, the national religion cultivation method is mysterious, there are many masters, and no one knows what kind of realm Wen Renhao will be now." If I can buy Master Lin, I would be more willing to deal with Zhang Lingtian. ”

Liu Chen squinted his eyes, leaned back the paper umbrella, and let the torrential rain slap on his face, this rain was born in the sky and fell on the ground, right and wrong, all are fate.

"Can you win?"

"Many years ago, I said that I want to win him!" Wu Tong stood up with the long knife, and the whole person looked like a knife about to be unsheathed, and it was extremely sharp.

Walking by Liu Chen's side, Wu Tong paused, and smiled softly: "When I win him, I will win you again!"

"And how do you know I'm going to win?"

"You told me you wouldn't be on the same person, lose twice!"

Liu Chen smiled slightly, and watched Wu Tong's figure disappear at the end of the mountain road.

There was a silence in the square by Huaqing Pond, there was no hustle and bustle of the past, and when Wu Tong and Wen Renhao stood in the ring, everyone was quiet.

The nobles in the attic finally stood up and walked to the window, giving due respect to the future Holy Lord of the Sword Sect and the State Sect Pope.

"Heavenly punishment gun, eight feet nine inches long, the gun is indicated, unparalleled in the world!"

The nearly nine-foot black spear half leaned on Wen Renhao's shoulder, and from time to time there was a soft groan, startling the spring rain in the ring, and the most devout believers in Haotian raised their eyes to look at the tip of the spear that was emitting a cold glow, and some people had already thrown themselves to the ground, and the light of the spear was like a divine glow.

"I've thought about reconciling with you many times, after all, it's not easy to get to know each other when you're young, I don't have many friends, you are one. After a long time, Wen Renhao opened his closed eyes, and the rain on his cheeks snaked down his slender eyelashes, merging into several streams on his face.

"You and I have never been friends!" Wu Tong sneered, the complexity in his eyes was fleeting, and after raising his hand, his face was full of determination: "My knife is straight, and it can't compare to your spear." ”

"Liu Yi is dead, can't I give Rose happiness?" Facing Wu Tong's mockery, Wen Renhao couldn't help frowning, he wanted to justify, but he was more angry: "I've liked her since I was a child, you all know!"

"Damn it, it's her, not you!" The long knife slammed into the ground of the ring, and when the crack continued to spread, as if something was there, it suddenly shattered, "If I were you, I should go back to the sandbar of Loulan, and when that mirage appeared, preach the so-called Haotian doctrine to those ignorant people, sadly, your so-called gods did not guide you to the light! There is no eternity in this world, and there is no immortality, you can't, and neither can Haotian!"

"Ridiculous!"

"Young Master of the Sword Sect, please be cautious!"

"Heretics, how dare you blaspheme Haotian?"

"The Holy Ancestor is on ......"

“......”

"Presumptuous!" Wu Tong looked at the crazy-looking people under the ring with disdain, when the crowd was excited, his eyes were slightly cold, and his face turned grim and shouted: "How can Haotian's loyal servants shout 'Holy Ancestor is above!', the Holy Ancestor is in front of him, and everyone in the world knows that the Holy Ancestor does not believe in Haotian, everything that the Holy Ancestor gave you has a half-dime relationship with Haotian? Who is blaspheming, you ignorant ants!"

Towering in the middle of the square, the Holy Ancestor Faxiang bathed in the washing of this spring rain, smiling and looking at the sky in the distance, after the thunder of early spring, the square was instantly silenced, this is not Loulan, compared to the majesty of Haotian, most people are more in awe of the Holy Ancestor Tianji.

"I really like her!"

"I know!"

"I will defeat you!"

"Come on!"

As if he was accustomed to Wu Tong's cynicism, when he said such a "wild word" that rebelled against the teachings of the state religion again, Wen Renhao was not too surprised, and after being annoyed, he clenched the spear in his hand.

The milky white light bloomed from the tip of the gun, gradually illuminating every corner of the ring, under the holy light, the majestic Wen Renhao suddenly seemed like a god, those lights, through the crystal clear raindrops, suddenly turned into an overwhelming gun, and instantly shrouded Wu Tong in it.

"Haotian Secret Book - Divine Punishment!" As soon as he made a move, Wen Renhao went all out, when Wu Tong's figure was all annihilated by that divine light, everyone held their breath, facing an attack without any flaws, how would the young master of the Sword Sect reverse the situation?

"Bang!" A loud sound made the rain stagnate in the sky, and the divine light that filled the sky and the earth suddenly dimmed, and then disappeared completely, without the hindrance of the divine light, people were able to see the situation in the ring clearly, only to see that Wu Tong's knife fell on the spear in Wen Renhao's hand without warning, because the knife was too sharp, as soon as the knife and gun touched, it splashed a burst of brilliant fireworks, and the black spear let out a low groan like a cry, and was immediately distorted into a strange amplitude.

The old priest of the state religion opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a different kind of emotion in his gaze when he looked at Wu Tong.

Liu Shayun's pupils shrank in the private room, and his face was full of shock.

No one saw that Wu Qiuyu's big hand holding the fence was trembling with excitement.

Liu Chen stood on the high slope and put away the paper umbrella, with a hint of a smile on his face.

Wen Renhao was knocked back by Wu Tong for a long time, and a deep trace was also left on the ground of the ring, and he staggered to stand firm, and he finally calmed down the churning in his chest, "How many years have you practiced this knife?"

"I went up the snowy mountain with a knife at the age of eight, only ten years ago, and I also wielded this knife for ten years!"

Listening to Wu Tong's words, the mood of the nobles of the sect in the attic could not be calmed down for a long time, just because of this peerless knife, this knife, the first generation of the sword ancestor of the knife sect practiced for fifteen years, and the "tyrant sword" Wu Yan practiced for fifteen years, up and down for thousands of years, no one can be faster than these two, but today, history has finally been changed.

History will remember today's battle, although it only happened between two teenagers at the peak of qi refining, the people from Weizhou cried with joy, and they didn't dare to cheer out loud, for fear of disturbing their young master, "Please use the knife on your body, seven swords to cut the rainbow!" This time, their young master only took ten years!

Ten years of a knife, as fast as the wind!(To be continued.) )