Chapter 31: The Coming Storm (II)

Yangzhou, Jiangdu.

Yingxian Ju.

Tianzi No. 1 room, the people who are qualified to live in this place are all big people who can make the world alarm with their fingers!!

A piece of paper was spread out on the table, and there were a lot of words written densely on it, but if you looked closely, it was a row of people's names and dates.

The orange candle flame flickered, and a cold voice was heard.

"What is recorded on this paper is Yan Shisan's record of the sword world, this person tried the sword rivers and lakes with his own strength, and the world's masters were invincible, and there was no competition!!

Not only that, but he once slaughtered more than 10,000 people by himself, and in the end he left the scene unscathed. ”

However, in a few months, the most famous masters in the rivers and lakes died under his sword. Until now, his record has remained at 'one sword', and no master can force out his second sword!!"

Although the words came out of the room, they fell on everyone's ears as if they were opening their hearts, and the voice was cold but ethereal.

Nan Song's oppressive eyes swept around, and his expression was extremely solemn.

"Your opponent Yan Thirteen is very terrifying, if there is a slight mistake, I'm afraid my life will not be guaranteed!!"

At first, they were disdainful when they first heard about Yan Shisan's reputation, but when they really got to know each other, they discovered the horror of the other party, and now no one dares to ignore each other!

At this time, none of the people present spoke up, and all of them remained silent.

They could all see that this mission was a difficult one.

Emperor Qin Yingzheng gave them a big problem!!

The other three looked at the paper together, their figures printed upside down on the wall through the candlelight.

Lonely master?

The four people here at the moment deserve this title, and they did it before Yan Thirteen was born. But in the face of his record, no one dares to call the master lonely.

"Sword Emperor Yan Thirteen" Pan Dawei pondered for a long time.

"It's a good opponent indeed"

Sword Emperor??

Ding Jie's heart shook slightly, he had known the name of Yan Thirteen for a long time, but why did the master call him His Majesty before he died? ?

Why did he come out of nowhere but no one knew where he came from?

Why did he kill so many people in the rivers and lakes?

Countless questions were churning in Ding Jie's mind, but now was obviously not the time to think about these things.

"What Your Majesty wants us to arrest, is it the living Yan Thirteen or the dead Yan Thirteen??"

"Alive!!It must be the alive Yan Thirteen, the intact Yan Thirteen!!" Huang Chao's words fell, but there was an unconcealable silence.

This is the last thing that the four want to happen, and the biggest misfortune of the four.

It's already very good to defeat Yan Thirteen by luck, but how can you talk about capturing Yan Thirteen alive? ?

"Brother Nan Song, are you sure to catch Yan Shisan?" Suddenly, Ding Jie asked Nan Song.

Suddenly, the people in the room were shocked.

Nan Song is well-informed, and his words are often ninety percent credible. What's more, his Taoist is familiar with the art of Pu arithmetic deduction, and he has a general understanding of his own good fortune and misfortune!

"I don't know!"

Hearing Ding Jie's sudden question, Nan Song picked up the wine glass, gently put it to his mouth and took a sip, and smiled bitterly:

"I can't figure out anything this time!!"

The atmosphere in the room was getting more and more awkward, and the momentum had already been invisibly destroyed by Lin Xuan.

"Hehe......" A burst of laughter suddenly came out in a quiet and eerie atmosphere that attracted everyone's attention, but I didn't know when, Ding Jie had already taken out four wine glasses. The glasses are arranged in a circle, and between the glasses is a large flask.

The drinks in the cup were filled one by one, and Ding Jie showed a bloodthirsty smile: "Sword Emperor Yan Thirteen is indeed very strong, but it's a pity that we have so many masters besieging him, and he can't make any waves."

It's like this flask, as long as there is a glass for wine, no amount of wine can be accepted. ”

"What should come will always come!

He's strong!We're going to be stronger than him!!"

The most general who marched and fought in all directions, he undoubtedly knew how to raise morale the most. If the atmosphere at the scene is so gloomy, then maybe you haven't seen Yan Shisan tomorrow, and you will be afraid of him in your heart. When Zhengzhen stood opposite Yan Shisan, he might not even have the courage to make a move.

The night gradually passed.

In the dark sky, a trace of darkness slowly emerged.

It's getting dawn, and they're going to go.

in the room.

No one slept, everyone sat quietly. Tomorrow may or may not die.

Hope is hidden in the fog so they can't see it!!

The wine jar on the table hummed and swirled, making a clanging sound, and drops of residual wine dripped along the edge of the table, splashing hops on the ground.

"You are all famous masters, it's rare to see each other, if you meet soon, maybe you will become friends!!"

The words fell, and silence echoed on the table.

What is silent is Pan Dawei's expectation of the Emperor of the Sword in Tomorrow, the Sword Emperor Yan Thirteen, Ding Jie's thoughts in his heart, Nan Song's thoughts, and even more Huangchao's helplessness.

What was Qin Shi Huang thinking?

on the table.

Pan Dawei, Ding Jie, Huang Chao and Nan Song sat around the table.

"It's the first time everyone sits together like this, but it's also the last time!"

Pan Dawei smiled and handed the wine glass to the other three and sighed.

Ding Jie didn't make a sound, just quietly took Pan Dawei's wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

And the other two have no words, indeed as Pan Dawei said, in this life, it is the first time to sit with them like this, and it must be the last time!!

After a few words, only the smell of wine was in the room.

The rest was silent.

After a stick of incense, the scorching light emitted by the bright fire sun shines through the paper window, exposing every detail of the corner of the room to the world.

It's time to go......

It's a pity......

Rise.

After taking a sip of the wine in the glass, Ding Jie said heroically to the three people sitting on the chair: "The time has come, we can go!"

Today's capture of the Sword Emperor Yan Thirteen, the feat of catching Yan will definitely be passed down for centuries!!"

Leaving the wine glasses on the table, the four of them left the room without the slightest hesitation.

Tibetan Sword Villa.

Lin Xuan held the bronze mirror, looked at the figure in it, and then reached out and touched his eyebrows.

At the center of his eyebrows, a bewitching and conspicuous purple magatama emitted a faint light.

Other than that. On the opposite side of the purple magatama was a very vague magatama that was almost unrecognizable to the naked eye if you didn't look closely.

"Can only a killer cultivate that set of exercises to the last level?

I don't know if it's my misfortune or the misfortune of those I killed!!"

In a whisper, his right hand brushed the golden hilt of the sword, and suddenly pulled it out.

Sonorous!!

A long sword groan, like a flash of lightning.

"If one day I succeed in my cultivation, you will enjoy everything with me.

I'm proud of you!!"

The swordsman is sincere to the sword, the swordsman cumin is a lifetime, and the life is a sword.

Success is also a sword, defeat is also a sword!!

―――――――――――――――――――――――ps: After 12 years of hard study, the exam competition of the pit dad has begun!

I hope that you will encounter a simple test paper, get a big score, and enter an ideal university.

Scholars, scumbags, scholars, scholars! Scholars!

Come on! Come on!