After the flower thief Long Yuxuan saw the master and servant pair, he was worried. It wasn't strange for someone to ride a donkey, but a donkey with a peach blossom branch in addition to the Martial Emperor City was not to be underestimated. Although the new Sword God Đồng Thái liked to carry a peach blossom branch around the Wulin, it attracted many men and women who blindly worshipped the Sword God and imitated him, causing some old-school Wulin people to be disgusted. Imagine, every time the peach blossom blossoms, walking on the streets, three out of ten sword-wielding heroines would carry a peach blossom branch around. Wouldn't it be boring? This was the same logic as when the official Cao Changqing caused the green shirt wave. At that time, the whole city was wearing green clothes, and it was popular all over the country. In terms of popularity, the top three of the top ten experts were Wang Xianzhi, Đồng Thái, and Cao Changqing. They were ten streets ahead of the other seven. Long Yuxuan naturally didn't have the chance to see the real face of the Sword God Đồng Thái, but he knew that not just anyone who rode a donkey and carried a peach blossom was a Sword God. But this gentle man in front of him didn't look like an ordinary person. Long Xuanyu was facing a great enemy. Seeing the little bug drinking wine without knowing the immensity of heaven and earth, he hesitated for a moment, then got off the horse and carefully sat next to the child, separating the brat from the master and servant pair.
On the empty main road of the Martial Emperor City, His Royal Highness carried a cup of wine and walked forward.
At the foot of the wall, there were six famous Martial Emperor City's Martial Slaves. There were a total of twelve Martial Slaves, and all of them were top-notch experts of the Martial Emperor City who had lost to Wang Xianzhi and had to become her slaves for the rest of their lives. There were four Swordsmen, three Saber Masters, one Spear Master, two Fist Master, one Zither Master, and one Chess Master.
The Martial Emperor City sent half of their slaves to stand at the foot of the city wall. It wasn't a method of hospitality, but to make His Royal Highness, who was riding a white horse out of Liangzhou, retreat. The Martial Emperor City never had any laws, only the city rules set by Wang Xianzhi. Here, the words of the Emperor and the nobles were useless. No matter who it was, they had to follow the rules, unless their fists were strong enough, so strong that even the Land Immortal Wang Xianzhi had to take them seriously.
The swordsman San Lu secretly knocked on the curtain of the carriage several times, but he couldn't see that stunning face again. He could only drink to boost his courage and softly asked, "Master, who is that young master? His tone and courage are too big, daring to provoke old man Wang. Now that Li Chungang has left the city, how is he going to get to the top of the city wall? Six martial slaves close to the First Stage Realm, won't they easily beat him into a pig's head? "
The man who was drinking with his head lowered narrowed his eyes. Looking at the back of the young man, he vaguely felt a sense of familiarity. He said absent-mindedly, "Oh, him? Ma Hu is a distant relative. According to seniority, he should call me uncle."
The sword boy was shocked on the spot. "Master, ever since San Lu met you, you have never mentioned his family background. Why don't you tell me about it today?"
The man thought for a moment and held the bowl in the air. Finally, he smiled and said, "Back then, when I was practicing the sword in a certain place, his mother, who is also a distant cousin, once gave me a meal, a life-saving grace, and a teaching grace. I brought you to Martial Emperor City this time to repay that kindness. "
The young man said bluntly, "Master, I don't want to criticize you, but according to what you said, this kindness is too great. How are you going to repay it? Plus, you two are related. If you are stingy, I can't stand it! Let's see if I will boil water and cook for you in the future! "
The man ridiculed, "Do you think I don't know what you are thinking? Didn't you think that young master is related to the girl you fell in love with at first sight, so you want to use my help to do something good? You, this is called being generous. Otherwise, with your stingy character, you won't get half a copper coin even if you beat him ten times with the rod. "
The sword boy flew into a rage out of humiliation. He no longer paid attention to the harsh master, but the corner of his eyes looked at the carriage. He was afraid that the girl would hear him and have a bad impression of him.
The man sighed softly, "Before Wu Su left the Wu family's Sword Tomb, I said goodbye to her at the Sword Mountain. Later, she entered the Imperial City alone for Lame Xu. I didn't have time to follow her, so she fell ill. I feel guilty about it to this day. "
As he spoke, the man bent down and took out a yellow pear wood box. With a swipe of his finger, he gently pushed it open, revealing twelve small, exquisite, pocket-sized swords of different lengths. The swords were of different colors.
Before he moved, the harmless-looking man turned to the two carriages and said with a smile, "I am Đồng Thái. I owe Princess Wu Su a favor when I was practicing my swordsmanship. Today, I will repay half of it. I hope you won't stop me. "
Long Yuxuan spat out a mouthful of wine and coughed violently.
He was so scared that his face turned pale.
"Different from Princess Wu Su's swordsmanship that saved people, Đồng Thái only practiced swordsmanship to kill people. He didn't show the twelve swords in the box to ordinary people. This time, he made an exception and used six swords."
The heartless little bug showed a dignified expression for the first time.
Tsing Yi held the Instant Spear tightly. He didn't take the man who called himself Đồng Thái lightly because of his friendly attitude.
Shu Xiu and Yang Qingfeng looked at each other.
Murong Tonghuang lifted the curtain again. He opened his eyes wide and frowned.
The young sword boy who was closest to Đồng Thái was full of pride and vigor.
For a moment, everyone nearby held their breaths.
How many people in the world were lucky enough to see the self-proclaimed Peach Blossom Sword God kill people?
There were twelve swords neatly arranged in the yellow pear sword box. The longest was no longer than the middle finger, and the shortest was only as long as the thumb.
They saw the No.1 swordsman in Jianghu, who was far more famous than the old God of Sword Li Chungang, smile. He stretched out his index finger and flicked the hilt of the first red sword in his left hand. He said calmly, "Black Armor."
The small sword jumped into the air. After a slight delay, it shot toward the top of the city wall.
Đồng Thái stretched out his middle finger and tapped it with two fingers. "Childhood sweetheart."
The two swords jumped into the air with lively spiritual energy and flew away again.
The last time he tapped it with three fingers.
"Spring Water, Morning Dew, Peach Blossom."
The small sword box happened to be half empty.
Even Princess Consort Jing 'an was curious and fearful of this legendary man. Following his gesture, she, Shu Xiong, Yang Qingfeng, Long Yuxuan, and the others all looked down the city walls.
Only the little bug and Blue Bird kept staring at the inconspicuous yellow sword box.
The people watching from afar didn't know that the man had just flicked the swords out of the box. Almost in an instant, the six small swords had returned to the air two feet above the box and slowly fell down.
It was not until Deng Taia closed the yellow pear wood box that the crowd finally realized what had happened. They saw the six slaves' heads seemed to have been pierced by something, six streams of blood spurted out, six corpses were knocked against the city wall, and finally slowly fell limp to the ground.
At this moment, Đồng Thái stood up. He didn't touch the yellow box containing the twelve priceless flying swords. He smiled at the little bug who was shaking his head and said, "Đồng Thái congratulates Old Immortal Zhao for returning to his natural state and being free and unfettered. Please give this box to His Royal Highness and tell him that Đồng Thái's killing techniques with flying swords are in this box. "
The little bug sighed with a sad face. "You're just going to leave like this? Are you forcing Wang Xianzhi to fight Li Chungang to the death? If Li Chungang loses, how can Hsu Fengnian walk out of the Martial Emperor City? What's the point of giving him the twelve flying swords? "
Đồng Thái picked up the peach blossom branch and led the donkey over. He smiled and said, "Old Immortal, this has nothing to do with Đồng Thái."
The little bug rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "I really don't understand the current Jianghu."
The flower thief Long Yuxuan's eyeballs almost fell to the ground.
Without any obstacles, His Royal Highness smoothly walked to the top of the city wall. He approached the red sandalwood sword box and sat down cross-legged. He put the bowl of wine in front of him and looked at the Eastern Sea.
Perhaps the old monster in the Martial Emperor City knew about the situation in the city and was really angry. The sea surface was immediately stirred up.
Was the old man really going to teach the Eastern Sea how to stand on its water?
Hsu Fengnian looked at the river surface. The waves were getting stronger and stronger. The curtain of swords was like a black cloud pressing down on the city. He suddenly grinned and said, "The situation is urgent, let's go! Old Huang, when I come back alive from Beimang, I'll come and see you again. "
On this day, other than the battle between the two Sword Deities of the Jianghu in the past hundred years, there was another matter that shook the world.
The young Chief of the Wudang Mountain rode a crane down the mountain.
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