Chapter 4852

Diqing also opened his eyes and took a look. Then the old God sat in place and closed his eyes to nourish himself.

He was never interested in the outcome that had been doomed before it began.

A simple debate on the sword was launched in the heavenly palace.

The little emperor, who doesn't take sword as his way, is about to integrate his sword way. Even at the ancestral level, he can fight with the Sword Fairy. The result can be imagined.

Even the sword is unparalleled. You can defeat him immediately by releasing any form of Xinghe lake sea sword intention.

But he didn't do so. This was a harmless argument. Whoever lost and who won, it was just the intention of rising.

The sword moves around like thousands of flying fish, which is very magnificent.

The sword is unparalleled. It holds a real sword and only focuses on resistance.

But the Little Emperor didn't know whether it was the rise of wine or the inability to stop. One powerful sword cut down, and the momentum was strong and heavy. Even the derivative force escaping in the air was cut off.

The atmosphere also became subtle.

It was originally a relaxed discussion of swords. When the little emperor passed one by one, and the murderous sword raged, all the Yan fairies present looked dignified.

Spring and autumn has put his palm on the short dagger around his waist, and has opened his edge. He only waits for the unparalleled sword to suffer any trauma, and he can burst up in an instant.

Cui Jing, seeing the breath of spring and autumn changes, also dignified and pressed the black stick around his waist.

Diqing has been keeping his eyes closed and does not seem to care about what is happening outside.

Zhao Ting's eyes fluctuated slightly and seemed to be making plans.

Wei Liujia's face was even more anxious. In his opinion, the sword was forced to retreat step by step, which was obviously not the opponent of the little emperor.

However, the sword has no double-sided color, and it is quite calm from beginning to end. Even in the face of the sword style, it can be easily dissolved.

When he resisted 767 swords, he changed steeply.

The real sword in the unparalleled hand broke into two sections without any sign. The powerful and heavy sword of the little emperor also cut heavily on his shoulder and smashed the whole Pipa bone!

Chunqiu and Cui Jing got up directly, but then Chen Qing suddenly held down their body shape.

"Don't move if you don't want brother Jian to have something to do!"

The atmosphere was dead and silent. The little emperor seemed to wake up from the wine and was shocked in his eyes. He subconsciously loosened the handle of the sword and touched him, "sword, brother Jian, I didn't mean to."

Jian Wushuang took a half step back and avoided his palm. His complexion still didn't fluctuate. "It doesn't matter. When it comes to the sword, there will be an injury."

Then he reached out and took out the soft sword from the pipa bone and threw it to the little emperor.

"I was so drunk that I left first."

The sword turned and left, and drops of divine blood slipped from his shoulder and printed into the ground.

Originally, Diqing, who closed his eyes to nourish himself, opened his eyes and followed jianwushuang directly without looking at others.

Spring and autumn immediately broke away from Chen Qing's palm and left quickly.

Then Cui Jing left directly.

Zhao ting and Wei Liujia looked at the little emperor and left the same.

Soon there were only Chen Qing and some Yanxian guards left in the huge heavenly palace.

"Little emperor," Chen Qing got up and his face changed slightly, "you're too impulsive..."

"Get out." He looked straight at the open door of the temple.

Chen Qing sighed slightly and left without saying anything.

There was silence in the heavenly palace.

The little emperor's face turned from pale to ruddy, and the joints of the palm gripping the handle of the sword turned white.

"Fuck!"

He was so angry that holding a real sword, he suddenly cut down the paper placing delicacies and overturned it.

"Damn it! Damn it, do you want to turn against this seat! "

The little emperor was completely angry and his face was almost crazy. He waved his sword to overthrow one party's proposal slips, leaving the whole heavenly palace in a mess.

The thin purple robe stood behind him, neither blocking nor talking.

"A bunch of damn things, can't you tell who the owner is? When this seat is air? This is the prince of Chu, the future emperor of Da Siyu! "

A roar of anger resounded through the heavenly palace.

When his voice became weak, the thin purple robe came forward in time and handed over a white silk cloth, "Your Highness, calm down."

The little emperor coughed heavily and held the silk cloth tightly at the corner of his mouth, "the sword is unparalleled! The sword is unparalleled! Damn you! "

"Did you see that? He didn't even use a bit of Kendo when talking about swordsmanship with me. He looked down on me! There was no me in his eyes from beginning to end! "

"He's not alone. Did you see the guys he brought back? How dare everyone oppose this seat?! Especially after I cut into the unparalleled sword, the group of guys he brought back dared to try to fight me? "

The thin purple robe has been listening quietly. Finally, he said calmly, "Your Highness, you forget that jianwushuang is not your vassal, but your friend. You shouldn't put the set of governing vassal on him."

"Even you want to turn against this seat?" The little emperor's voice was slightly angry.

"No, I'm just saying what I should say. Jianwushuang is not your subordinate, but your friend." The thin purple robe said and looked at him meaningfully.

"Friends? My childe Yan doesn't even have brothers. How can he have friends? " His voice could not hear any emotion, empty and unknown.

I don't know how long later, the little emperor turned his head and looked at the thin purple robe, "do you know how the real sword in jianwushuang's hand is broken?"

"I deliberately destroyed the heart of the sword by moving my hands and feet before. I deliberately made such hands and feet just to win him once. Are you ridiculous?"

The thin purple robe whispered, "Your Highness did nothing wrong, but this kind of beating can only be used between ministers and subordinates."

The little emperor said again, "did my sword completely cut off the connection between us?"

"Yes, not really."

"I want to make up for it. How?"

"Make amends."

……

In the spacious hall, the atmosphere is depressing and dull.

Jian Wushuang sat in front of a desk and closed his eyes, as if nothing had happened.

Spring and autumn looks cold and solemn, and the palm has never left the hilt of the sword around the waist.

Di Qing sat beside him in the same posture, with some playfulness in his eyes.

"It's not like your style. I've been with you all the way and figured out your character, but I didn't think of this scene today."

"You didn't do anything to him. Were you afraid of the real Wuyang behind him, or did you regard him as a friend?"

Jian Wushuang opened his eyes, "really Wuyang? I've never been afraid for a moment. As for taking him as a friend? I didn't even think about it. "

"This sword is just a return of some things he gave me."

Diqing nodded secretly. A guy who participated in the assassination of the fifth emperor's son Mo and fought with the second emperor's son, I'm afraid he really didn't pay attention to zhenwuyang.