Chapter 4848

Di Qing also opened his eyes and took a look. Then the old God sat in place and closed his eyes.

He has never been interested in the results that have been doomed before the beginning.

A simple debate on the sword began in the heavenly palace.

The little emperor, who does not take sword as his way, is about to integrate his sword way. He can even fight with the Sword Fairy at the ancestral level. The result can be imagined.

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

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

The sword idea rises everywhere, like thousands of flying fish jumping, magnificent and incomparable.

The sword is unparalleled, holding a real sword, which is mainly to resist.

But the Little Emperor didn't know whether it was the rise of alcohol, or he couldn't stop. One powerful sword chopped down, and the momentum was heavy. Even the derivative force that escaped in the air was cut off.

The atmosphere also became subtle.

Originally a relaxed discussion of swords, as the little emperor passed quickly together, and when the murderous sword was rampant, all the Yan immortals present had their eyes dignified.

Spring and autumn has put his palm on the short dagger at his waist, and has gently opened his edge. Only waiting for the sword unparalleled to suffer any trauma, he can burst in an instant.

Seeing the breath of spring and autumn changes, Cui Jing also dignified and pressed the black stick on 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 he seemed to be making plans.

Wei Liujia's face was more anxious. In his view, Jian Wushuang was forced to retreat step by step, and was obviously not the opponent of the little emperor.

But the sword without double-sided color is quite calm from beginning to end. Even in the face of the sword style of killing, it is easy to dissolve.

When he resisted to 767 swords, he suddenly changed.

The real sword in jianwushuang's hand broke into two sections without any sign. The powerful sword of the little emperor also cut heavily on his shoulder, directly crushing the whole lute bone!

Chunqiu and Cui Jing got up directly, but then Chen Qing suddenly pressed them down.

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

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

Jian Wushuang retreated half a step, avoiding his palm, and his complexion remained unchanged. "It doesn't matter, talking about the sword is going to be injured."

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

"I was too drunk to leave first."

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

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

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

Then Cui Jing also left directly.

Zhao ting and Wei Liujia glanced at the little emperor and also left.

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

"Xiaodijun," Chen Qing got up, and his face also changed slightly, "you are too impulsive..."

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

Chen Qing sighed slightly and left without saying anything.

There is 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.

"Damn it!"

He was furious, holding a real sword, suddenly cut to the side of the paper with delicacies, overturning it.

"Damn it! Damn it, do you want to turn your seat!"

The little emperor was completely angry, and his face was almost crazy. He waved his sword and overturned one of the plans, leaving the whole heavenly palace in a mess.

The thin purple robe stood behind him all the time, neither blocking nor speaking.

"A group of damn things can't tell who the owner is. Is this seat the air? This seat is the prince, the future emperor of the big division!"

A loud rage 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, clenched the silk cloth and wiped it on the corner of his mouth, "the sword is unparalleled! The sword is unparalleled! Damn you!"

"Do you see? He didn't even use a bit of Kendo when talking about swordsmanship with me. He looked down on me! I didn't exist in his eyes from the beginning to the end!"

"He is not the only one. Did you see the group of guys he brought back? Unexpectedly, everyone dares to turn against him?! especially after I cut the sword unparalleled, the group of guys he brought back dares to want to fight me?"

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

"Even you want to reverse 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, looking 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 it took, the little emperor turned his head and looked at the thin purple robe, "do you know how the real sword in jianwushuang's hand broke?"

"I deliberately destroyed the heart of the sword with my hands and feet before. I deliberately did this kind of 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."

Xiaodijun said again, "did my sword completely cut off the connection between us?"

"Yes, not really."

"I want to make up, how to do?"

"Make amends."

……

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

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

Chunqiu's face was cold and stern, and his palm had never left the hilt of the sword around his waist.

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

"It's not like your acting style. I've been with you all the way and I've tried to figure out your character, but today's scene still surprises me."

"You didn't fight him. Were you afraid of zhenwuyang behind him, or did you treat him as a friend?"

Jian Wushuang opened his eyes. "Zhenwuyang? 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 something he gave me."

Di Qing 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 Zhen Wuyang.