Chapter 3642

"The edict comes..."

At the first hour after the banquet, an old Eunuch in gold fell from the sky and read the will of his majesty.

Of course, the will is full of useless nonsense. Finally, it rewarded a treasure, and there is nothing to brighten people's eyes.

"Holy king, I want to dance sword for you, but I have no opponent!" at this time, a young man with a long sword appeared outside the palace.

"Hey, hey! The good play finally began!" an old guy stared excitedly.

"It's customary to provoke. This kind of guy will appear on the holy King's birthday every time, but unexpectedly, he was the first to jump out this time!"

"Who is this boy? Is he famous?"

"I've never seen him before, but his breath seems... Not weak!"

"Biqiujiang of the prince's sect! A swordsmanship genius, he reached the peak of the holy master in less than a hundred years, ranked eighth in the list of Tianjiao, and a powerful genius!"

"Biqiujiang was once a first-class leader of Chaotian Pavilion. Later, it was valued by the prince and became a general of the prince's school!"

“……”

"Little friend, what do you think of biqiujiang?" just at this time, the sword maniac around him poked his head out of the pile of delicious food on the table and looked at Zhao Yuande.

"Just so!" said Zhao Yuande.

"Brother Zhao, this man's combat effectiveness should not be underestimated!" Shui linger reminded.

"Oh!" Zhao Yuande nodded carelessly.

"Little friend, if you go up, can you win?" the sword madman looked at Zhao Yuande and showed a light in his eyes.

"This..." Zhao Yuande hesitated and said with a smile, "do you want me to tell the truth or lie?"

"Nonsense! I'll listen to him if I lie!" the sword madman blew his beard and stared.

"I beat him enough!" Zhao Yuande raised his head and showed a confident light on his face.

"You're such a brag, boy!" an old man nearby heard Zhao Yuande's answer and could not help but spit out the wine in his mouth.

"Not necessarily! This boy has two brushes. It is said that he has defeated the strong man at the peak of God before!"

"Hum... What God's peak is just some local chicken and tile dogs of the small clan. If he has the ability, let him find some little guys on the wind and cloud list to try!"

"You can't say that..."

“……”

At this time, a descendant of the holy king came forward and fought with biqiujiang of the prince faction.

Biqiujiang really had some skills and defeated the son of the holy king in just a few moves.

At this time, biqiujiang was proudly waving to the people, but his eyes fell on a group of young people, which was full of provocation.

"What's up, little friend? Are you interested in going up and fighting?" the sword madman looked at Zhao Yuande and looked forward to it.

"Fight him... There is no difficulty, and naturally there is no interest!" Zhao Yuande waved his hand.

"Brother song is on the stage!" shuiling'er around him suddenly said with a little excitement, "brother song is ranked fifth in the Tianjiao list, and should be able to hold down biqiujiang!"

"It's not a big problem, but we can't take it lightly!" Zhao Yuande said.

As expected, the ranking of Tianjiao list still has some truth. Song Xingyun fought with biqiujiang for a long time and finally defeated him.

However, biqiujiang is also a cruel man. Even if he lost, he didn't make song Xingyun better. He cut off one arm of song Xingyun with a sword.

Song Xingyun won miserably!

Although an arm can be connected, it can also slowly stimulate the power of Qi and blood in the body to grow again, but his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced in the next few hours.

"Brother song is injured... It's a pity. I thought I could fight with brother song to celebrate the holy King's birthday!" a voice sounded in the field, and a young man with a long sword and a green shirt appeared in front of the Chinese.

"Zhu Mingdi! Is it you?" Song Xingyun saw the young man and couldn't help shrinking his eyebrows. "Have you also invested in the crown prince school?"

"Brother song is joking. Zhu is now a loner and won't form gangs, but I can only reluctantly agree to the prince's request for me to celebrate the holy King's birthday!" the young man shook his long hair, looked like a Sao bag, and pointed his long sword at Song Xingyun. "If song Xingyun can't do it, go down quickly! Otherwise, the sword has no eyes, and it's bad to hurt you!"

"Take advantage of people's danger, take advantage of people's danger!" a group of young people nearby showed angry light in their eyes and clenched their fists one by one.

"I didn't force him to fight. It's not taking advantage of people's danger." Zhu Mingdi waved his hand.

"Brother song, let me fight him!" just at this time, a big man with a height of more than Zhang and black armor came up.

"Dalin, you are not his opponent!" Song Xingyun shook his head, "I'd better come!"

"But your injury!" a worried look appeared on the face of the big man named Dalin.

"No harm! Give it to me!" Song Xingyun has renewed his broken arm at this time. Although his face is a little pale, he is full of war!

"Tut tut!" Zhu Mingdi sighed and sighed, full of ridicule.

"Zhu Mingdi, if it weren't for the king's birthday banquet today, you would die here!" Song Xingyun's voice was full of Sen Leng.

"Hey, hey! As you said, if it weren't for the king's birthday party today, you might have died!" Zhu Mingdi pointed to a table nearby and said in a low voice, "do you see who that is? How many people can you beat if you are strong?"

"Hum! My holy King sect will not be afraid of you! What if you join hands!" Song Xingyun saw those people and showed a cold light in his eyes.

"Hey, hey! Although your holy King sect is strong, it's a pity that our generation is withered. Only you can take the fight. I think how many battles you can take!" Zhu Mingdi's voice is very low, but everyone around is a strong cultivator. Naturally, they can hear it clearly.

Many people looked at the throne above.

There, many kings, such as the wild holy king, are watching quietly at this time.

However, it seems that the savage holy king is not in a hurry, but also cast his eyes with great interest. It seems that the victory or defeat of song Xingyun has nothing to do with him.

"Lao song, your grandson seems to want to work hard!" a bald old man looked at a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt with a somewhat similar temperament and appearance to song Xingyun, with a sense of ridicule in his mouth.

If this person stands with song Xingyun, he really looks like a brother.

"A child! Let him experience more storms. As long as he doesn't die, it doesn't matter!" the middle-aged man in Confucian clothes, known as the old song dynasty, smiled faintly.