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The sword pierces the air!

Teng Er seems to have been prepared, although his body has been deformed, he still swept across the sword body and swept Wentu's side ribs!

How could the colored sword allow him to trespass, a beautiful light flashed out, like a question mark floating in the air, questioning the evil of the world! The colored sword clicked to block the cross-cutting long sword, bounced the sword body out, and repainted the colored light from the top of the long sword.

That colored light was like a pen splashing ink, passing around Teng Er's neck, drawing an end to his life.

Teng Er staggered a few steps, his knees weakened, and he fell to his knees.

At this moment, the flying notice fell and covered his corpse impartially!

Wentu's evil aura has come out, shaking the colored sword, the blade of the sword is aimed at the scabbard and is about to be sent in, but the body is frozen, and the upside-down colored sword stops as if it is imprisoned.

The crescent moon came out again, looking at Wentu's slightly bent body, and the posture of the sword about to return to the room, like a sculpture, poking there motionless!

In the dark, a person walked steadily.

Why don't you feel it?

Wen Tu saw that the man's hand was placed on the right side of his waist, and a long knife with white flowers jumped into his hand, the action was not extraction, it seemed to suck the treasure knife out of the sheath!

The man was in power, and the stone slab under his feet made a slight cracking sound.

The human face was shot out by the bleak moonlight, and Wentu was taken aback: King Chen!

How could he follow himself?!

Wentu's right wrist shook slightly, and the edge of the colorful sword touched the edge of the scabbard, letting out a gentle whistling.

"Who is Your Excellency?" asked Wen Tu deliberately, and changed his voice with all his might, until he could not hear who it was, if this King Chen had evil intentions, I am afraid that it would be difficult for him to get out, and if he probed the truth, he must not let him know who he was.

"The Lord Protector is here, still don't kneel?"

King Chen let out a cold voice, like a bell.

"Lord Protector?" Wen Tu pretended to be surprised, suddenly smiled coldly, turned the color sword to face King Chen, and said with a heartfelt voice, "It's pure fart, look at your dirty shape, the night is secret, it must be Teng Eryi's party!" At this moment, his heart was so happy, no one in the whole world dared to abuse King Chen like this.

King Chen took out the knife, it must be to explore the truth and the truth, and he couldn't stop it if he wanted to.

I want to lie to him, so I have to do it!

King Chen was really stunned, and the corners of his mouth flashed with an imperceptible sinister smile.

"That Lord Protector guards the royal capital, is loyal and great, and has a prominent identity, so he can naturally tolerate my colored sword;

Wentu slapped his horse to prevent King Chen from making a sudden attack, and at the same time scolded King Chen, proving that he had nothing to do with the imperial court, and he didn't even know King Chen.

"What a bold man, killing thieves, that's a matter in the court, why do you want to do it on your behalf? Leave the colored sword, return it to the original owner, and this king will let you live!" King Chen said mockingly.

"If the imperial court is powerful, how can you get the colored sword? If you are the protector of the country, you will give you the colored sword, and you will not be able to explain it, right?"

King Chen was taken aback again, looked at the colorful sword in Wentu's hand, and frowned.

"Hugh is going to talk flatteringly, take your life!"

Wentu knew that if he was not defeated by King Chen, he would never leave easily, and King Chen at this moment would never have the courage to kill himself!

Where the colored light falls, the sword rises in the air!

With a "bang", the sword separated, and Wentu suddenly felt that his right arm was numb, and the colored sword almost fell off and missed.

After a moment's pause, he rolled his sword out again, avoiding King Chen's blade and stabbing him straight into the lower plate. Originally, he had some strength left, but looking at Chen Wang Wensi's unmoved appearance, it directly stimulated his competitive spirit and tried his best!

King Chen still didn't move, the treasure knife Huo Huo descended, and a barrier was displayed in an instant, Wentu didn't dare to be careless, and suddenly stepped on the ground and swept King Chen's head!

He is the second monk, and he is not allowed to touch his head and try his best to prevent King Chen from seeing his routine, because Leng Ling is also using the supreme sword technique.

King Chen suddenly saw that the opponent's swordsmanship was incredible, and in desperation, he turned sideways to avoid the colorful sword, raised his long knife and slashed at Wentu's legs!

Wen Xiang scurried forward like a toad, avoiding the sword that greeted the sky, and waved his hand at King Chen's back.

The person was in the air, the speed slowed down, but Chen Wang's left palm had already been lifted, and before the colored sword was folded over the apex, a big hand slapped on Wentu's lower abdomen with a "bang"!

No matter how much Wentu gets the true inheritance of the immortal family, he can't match the forty years of skill that King Chen has practiced in a down-to-earth manner, and he is one of the best masters in the south!

Ventu suddenly lost control, flipped his body and fell to the side!

He suddenly felt the internal organs rolling, and the pain did not stop, so he hurriedly raised his finger to point at King Chen, and then pressed the crumbling hat, and shouted in a deep voice:

"What a vicious man, with such martial arts that do not enter the court, but here to kill Zhongliang, it is really despicable! The colored sword is here, I am here, if you want to be a colorful sword warrior, you can kill me!"

King Chen stepped out and retracted.

Seeing that the plan had succeeded, Wentu hurriedly stood up and fled in a hurry, still not forgetting to say a sentence in his mouth: "If you want to get the colorful sword, unless King Chen!"

even endured the severe pain and laughed a few times, leaving the hesitant King Chen on the street, covering his abdomen and fleeing......

King Chen sheathed the treasure knife stupidly!

Within a few days, those bandit leaders were either cut by colored swords, or they were tied up alive and thrown into the official capital.

Zhangcheng cleaned up the results of the battle without any profits, scolded his subordinates, and invited the court to take credit, while pondering the appearance of the colored sword.

For a time, the capital was boiling, and it was said that all kinds of colorful sword warriors were brave, and it was even more surprising to the arresting government, those little evildoers, afraid of the government's notice, rushed to their heads one after another, afraid of being killed by the colorful sword......

............

"Who is this person?" Lord Kyoto finally couldn't hold back, convened a meeting of the leaders of all walks of life, sat on the official platform, and watched the dozens of arresting officials in the audience.

Everyone in the audience shook their heads.

"I just heard that this person has clever movements, a strong body, and wears a hat on his head and does not see his true face. ”

"Everyone who saw him said that this person had a colored sword, which was invincible, and he couldn't see the sword, only the colored sword light!"

"It's just that that day at Yuetong Restaurant, this person had a few questions, and the rest said the most was the word "report to the official", it was a man, it should be a young man. ”

"Okay!" Zhangcheng stopped everyone's words, "You failed to arrest the felons, but let the people of the rivers and lakes work for you, but you are complimented and revered here, and you haven't even found the face of the colorful sword warrior, don't you feel extremely ashamed?"

Everyone shook their heads, but the look of admiration on their faces still did not dissipate.

"Also, this person acts chivalrous and righteous every night, but he doesn't get paid, he must be my duty warrior in the southern country, but you come and listen, more than a thousand people in the palace are captured, not as good as a colored sword, how can I explain to the king!"

The arresting officials in the hall are all carefully selected, and they are good at martial arts, and they do lose face, but everyone in the world yearns for heroes, even if they are a little jealous, they are not the enemy and admire in their hearts, because no matter what the officials are, they have families. It's just that they are not shuttle masters from the modern world, they don't have that keen sense, and there is one less Ah Wu.

What's more, they don't have colored swords!

Seeing that the people below were still whispering, Zhangcheng said loudly: "The Gyeonggi Heavy Land is personally in charge of the Lord Protector, think about it, let a colorful sword warrior protrude, where will the face of the Lord Protector go?!"

Suddenly, everyone closed their mouths and lowered their heads one by one.

In fact, Huguo Gong did not have a good face, and came into contact with the colorful sword warriors, and gave up the investigation when he proved that his martial arts were inferior to him and he could not obtain the colored sword.

In the southern kingdom of Kyoto, since then there has been peace and prosperity, how can anyone dare to be a traitor again? The news spread to the palace and also aroused discussion among the court officials.

The color blade floats seven lights, the king is a cheap guest, running and asking, can there be a shop auspicious?

The shops in the capital all make colorful sword paintings, straight sword bodies, colorful sword blades, and deliberately make different auspicious sentences on them, but their shapes are far from the real colored swords, just because no one really witnesses the whole picture of the colored swords. However, no matter how many paintings the merchant makes, they are all sold out in an instant. The colorful sword has become a mascot posted by a family.

The swordsman is not a person, but has become a symbol, and it has been fixed in Kyoto of the Southern Dynasty for a long time.

In Awu's house, the drawing of the colored sword was also pasted as usual!

When Wentu returned from the palace, he looked up and saw it, smiled bitterly, and was about to go back to the house, when he turned back and stood on the exaggerated masterpiece and pondered for a long time, and finally shook his head and took the painting off......

He approached the red foal with the painting in his hand, and as he stroked its red mane, he muttered:

"Hongtuju, you are my baby, and the colored sword is also my baby, with you, Wentu really feels very lucky......"

Hearing Ventu speak, the red foal tilted his head slightly, and in a moment he leaned into the stone trough and ate his hay.

"Actually, I didn't expect this at all, I know it's not good, or when will I invite a painter to come and make you a picture too, so that the world will know how you show off your might?"

Hongtuju didn't bother to take care of him, still chewing on the good food.

"Then forget it, don't blame me for not saying it!"

Ventu grinned, looked at the drawing in his hand, or tore it apart......

Soon, the painting of this auspicious colored sword disappeared in the royal capital, and it is said that the colorful sword knight released the words: My colorful sword is a heavenly thing, and no one is allowed to depict it, otherwise I will definitely pursue the merchant.

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In the palace, the princess once again took Wentu to the back garden, which was relatively secluded, and no one was looking for anything in the palace, so she sat generously beside Wentu, her shoulders almost together.

Wentu can't hide, can't rely on, and has been sitting awkwardly with his back sharp.

It's hard to be dumb and pretend, this stubborn princess gives him a headache from morning to night, look at that, she is completely playing with herself as Wentu!

The princess looked at the scenery in front of her for a while, then suddenly turned her head to look at Ventu and muttered:

"Colorful Sword Warrior!"

Wentu was startled by these words, and her ass almost left the wooden bench to jump up, and then she saw that her eyes were full of confusion and yearning, and her heart relaxed.