"It's you!" Beicheng Mo Liang took a step back, his expression softened slightly: "Song Zhenren, are you still alive?!"

Song Si stared at Mo Liang in Beicheng, and his tone remained unchanged: "Take me to see Mo Xue." ”

"Ah, Senior Sister Mo is in Zhenwu City. Former... Song Zhenren, please!" Beicheng Mo Liang quickly dealt with the injury and led the way.

"Don't worry. With a wave of Song Sidao's robe, the corpse of the swordsman of the Dark Sword Alliance behind him suddenly turned into ashes, leaving only twelve storage bags into his sleeves, "Let's go!"

Picking up Beicheng Mo Liang, Song Si got up and galloped towards Zhenwu City, experiencing the extreme speed of the sword for the first time, Beicheng Mo Liang, who was high in the air, felt chills all over his body, and the objects in front of his eyes turned into streamlined light and shadow, so dizzy that he had to close his eyes.

Thousands of miles have passed in the blink of an eye, and outside Zhenwu City, Song Si left the wolf bèi unbearable Beicheng Mo Liang: "It's here!"

Raising his eyes and glancing at the True Martial City, the city was designed by the Mo Family Grandmaster in the Martial Cultivation and built with the thousand-year-old giant rock in the Shatian Domain, which was very majestic. There are also many formation patterns carved by formation mages on the city wall, which greatly increases the defense capability of Zhenwu City.

The divine consciousness spread out, and in the center of the city thousands of miles away, Song Si also found a giant Xuanwu statue with his head raised to suppress the luck of the entire city.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" Beicheng Mo Liang choked out a breath of cold air, originally he needed to run for a long time with light power, but he didn't expect Song Si to take him to Zhenwu City without a quarter of an hour, "Song Zhenren, go this way!"

Beicheng Mo Liang suppressed the chaotic Nei Yuan, returned to normal, and took Song Si to the checkpoint at the city gate.

"En, Beicheng Mo Liang, what kind of person is this? Have you forgotten the rules of Zhenwu City?" The Confucian student guarding the checkpoint held a book in one hand and a pen in the other, glanced at Song Si, and asked sharply. Who Confucian was, Song Si didn't know or be familiar with, but he could feel the hostility that Confucian showed to him. It's just that for such a small role, he doesn't want to care.

"He's Song Zhenren. Beicheng Mo Liang introduced.

"Nonsense!" Confucian Sheng's eyebrows sank, "Song Zhenren died in the Northern Regions War two years ago, this person must be a fake! Hmph, you should feel the breath on his body, this is the breath of a cultivator!" A sharp fireworks whistle sounded, but it was Confucius who took advantage of the time to speak to send a signal.

Ha, Song Si looked at the Confucian with a righteous face, and didn't know if he should laugh out loud and cultivate the realm. Not even a great Confucian, who gave him such a strong courage to show him murderous intent.

"There's a kind of Ru Mo running, Mr. Shangguan is almost here!" Confucian brushstroke, pointing at Song Si.

"Ha, haha, it turns out that you are a Confucian student of the Shangguan family, no wonder. Song Si sneered, raised his sword, and was a little weaker. A void sword qi shot out, and Confucian Sheng was struck by lightning, and then his knees and kneecaps were shattered, and he fell to the dust with a thud. "Since you want to kill this way, let's teach you a lesson first!"

As soon as the Confucian students knelt, the martial artists who were passing around suddenly became frightened and retreated. They showed their weapons one by one and watched from afar, except for a few disciples of the Mo family who were guarding the pass. It is strange to turn a blind eye to the dispute between Confucianism and Song Si.

Previously, seeing Confucianism's provocations, Beicheng Mo Liang's face became extremely miserable, knowing that things were going to develop in a bad direction, sure enough, before Confucianism could talk nonsense, Song Si had already abolished Confucian's legs.

"Phew, you can destroy my legs, but you can't destroy my righteous heart. Confucius lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, with a resolute expression.

Ha, leaving behind the Confucian scholars who scolded and preached justice on the ground, Song Si looked at the Confucian gentleman Shangguan Liancheng who walked out of the city gate, this person is introverted, walking upright, awe-inspiring, and all evils are difficult to invade, but no matter how Song Si observes, it is like an empty shelf.

Bang bang bang!

Eyes struck, momentum rushed, I don't know how to be good Beicheng Mo Liang and Confucian Sheng, whose legs were wasted, were suddenly shocked by the powerful aura of the two of them and fell to the dust.

"Not bad!" Shangguan Liancheng raised his head proudly and exclaimed, "But you, a true cultivator, dare to come to Zhenwu City alone, I don't know if you are stupid or arrogant?"

The momentum swayed, the dust was flying, Shangguan Liancheng mentioned Haoran Zhenyuan, and he actually shot directly and destroyed the mountains. Song Si sneered, retreated, moved back ten zhang, avoided the palm strength, and then turned around in a staggered step, but he heard the sound of the sword, and several piercing sword lights shot out!

"Good swordsmanship!" Shangguan Liancheng turned his hands and took in the aura of Haoran, and when the sword light was approaching, he slapped it with one palm, and all the void sword qi was gone.

"Ha, hypocrite, it's the first time I've seen it, it's disrespectful!" Song Si sneered, and with a twist of his sword fingers, the light and shadow of Zi Yaofei's sword split instantly, turning into dozens of sword shadows covering Shangguan Liancheng.

Shangguan Liancheng didn't care: "Demon Dao, do you think this can make me angry?

With a press of the palm, Shangguan Liancheng's sleeve robe waved, dissolving Song Si's sword qi, this time it seemed that there was some accident, but he saw Song Si's sword qi in several strands of sword silk shoot out, tear the sleeve robe, and circle several times on Shangguan Liancheng's right forearm, when the blood foam flew, a piece of white bone was exposed to the air.

"Ah!!" howled miserably, Shangguan Liancheng pressed his right shoulder, took dozens of steps back, cold sweat on his forehead, "Thief, you dare to ......"

Pain! Pain! Pain! This is the real pain into the bone marrow, the pain into the heart, Shangguan Liancheng hurriedly guided Haoran Zhenyuan to seal the right shoulder acupoint, gritted his teeth and just wanted to warn Song Si a few times, but before he finished speaking, he saw that Song Si had already held the Ziyao Flying Sword, and a wisp of lilac sword light rushed straight into the sky, killing intent, sword intent entangled, as if it was a nightmare.

"Do you know, compared to Shangguan Yu and Ling Xingmo, you are too much worse. ”

Song thought of killing him and killing him without any scruples, Shangguan Liancheng only knew at this time how outrageous he was wrong, thinking that with the identity of the gentleman of the Shangguan family, he could get the support of many martial arts masters in Zhenwu City, but now, after a few fights, not a single top master in Zhenwu City came out.

Three years ago, Shangguan Liancheng followed his family into Kunxu Xing, and with the help of Kunxu Xing's resources, he forcibly broke through the realm of a gentleman, and since then he has become proud and far-sighted, and what is even more ridiculous is that he does not even adhere to the daily practice of the three provinces of the gentleman, so that his cultivation strength is far from keeping up with the realm, coupled with his hypocrisy, he finally fell into the name of a "hypocrite".

Even so, Shangguan Liancheng didn't have a trace of remorse, and even before today's fight, he thought that Song Si was just a cultivator around the Dan period, and he could be sent away at will, but in fact, he was facing Song Si, who had entered the sword infancy, which was simply asking for his own death.

"No sword and no form!"

Nine swords out. In an instant, Song Si turned into light and shadow, held the hilt of the Ziyao sword that shot out, and stabbed Shangguan Liancheng's chest, since he was the enemy of life and death, there was no need to keep his hand!

Shangguan Liancheng, who was locked !! his body in the infancy of the Yuan Dynasty, was horrified in his heart, and only then did he know what kind of cunzi he had provoked, and he, a half-hypocrite, even wanted to take down Song Si to ask for credit to the family, he was sending him to death!

How to escape? Can't escape!

Just as the sword was about to stab Shangguan Liancheng's chest, a sword split in the void. Carry endless heroic righteousness and intercept strongly!

The sound of the sword explosion, the dust covered the sun, and the extreme moves struck, and the strong sword qi remnants hit the gate of Zhenwu City in a mess, and Shangguan Liancheng was impacting the center, and was suddenly knocked away dozens of zhang, and hit the city wall heavily, and the wolf bèi fell. Become a bloody man covered in dust.

The dust was scattered, and Song Si looked at the four-ended sword inserted in front of him, knowing that it was difficult to continue this battle, and then pointed his sword at it. Put your sword back in its sheath and look at the person who came.

"Fame is only something outside the body, how can fame and fortune enter my heart. If you have the fragrance of books to accompany you, what is the pity of dying in the twilight of life. "Chic. The gentleman is like the wind, and the gentleman steps on the wind towards the hand-cranked Lingyu fan and falls, and the fan shakes. The four-end sword was immediately sensitized, and with a clang, it turned into light and returned to its sheath.

"Song Daoyou, don't come unharmed. Jun Wanchao gently shook the Lingyu fan and said with a smile.

"It turned out to be a Linlang book saint, don't come unharmed. Song Si returned the salute and said: "This way is here to see the old man, please don't be embarrassed." ”

"Well, that's a mistake. I'm just here to spread the word, and the person you want to see is in Yaochi in the north of Zhenwu City. Please!" said that, Jun Wan shook the fan towards Lingyu again, and then disappeared at the gate of the city with Shangguan Liancheng, who wanted to cry. If it weren't for the same sect of Confucianism, it is estimated that the Jun Wanchao would not have looked at Shangguan Liancheng, let alone saved people.

Yao Chi, Mo Xue sat by the lotus pond and cultivated, suddenly felt something, opened her eyes, looked at the sky, and showed a shallow smile.

"You're here. Mo Xue said.

Before Song Si came, he expected a lot of opening remarks, but he didn't expect to use a word, he looked at the fairy in white like snow, his brain was blank, he didn't know what to say, if Ling Shuang was also there today, it was estimated... Ahem, don't think about her.

The lotus fragrance was elegant, flowing slowly, and resolved his embarrassment in time, Song Si put away his sword and fell to the ground, and smiled embarrassedly: "This lotus is really fragrant." ”

"This is the lotus seed given by the Master. With a wave of Mo Xue's white sleeves, a tea set appeared on the table, with a faint fragrance, "This is the tea I collect every day to boil in lotus dew, taste it." ”

"It's so fragrant!" As if realizing something, Song Si hurriedly corrected: "This tea is really fragrant." ”

Probably to prove that what he said was true, Song Si picked up the tea, tasted it carefully, and raised his head after relieving the tension in his heart a little, but after seeing Mo Xue's beautiful face, he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Good tea!" After being silent for a long time, Song Si finally held back two more words.

Mo Xue, who was drinking lotus dew tea, almost laughed, but fortunately, Song Si's nervous state was not relieved, so he couldn't notice the slightest change in Mo Xue's demeanor.

"The deputy owner of the first floor, Kai Biluo, sent me a message, asking me to tell you that the Sword Domain Sword Trial Ceremony is about to begin, so that you can go to Zifu City to sign up earlier. Mo Xue put down the tea and said with a little worry.

"Ahh Song Si smiled awkwardly, and a thousand words turned in his heart, but he didn't know which one to say: "Hey, you have entered the Holy Realm." This Ethereal Sword Sect's sword technique should be useful for you. Ah, it's not too early, let's take my leave!"

Leaving a jade slip, Zi Yao came out of the sheath, Song Si rose up with his sword, broke through the air and galloped for a moment, turned his head and glanced at Mo Xue, the white-clothed fairy who stood up, it seemed like eternity for a moment, she was fine, then it was fine.

If the courage is enough, Song Sizhen wants to say the sentence: "Mo Xue, do you believe in love at first sight?" (to be continued......)