Hidden Blade Chapter 206: Don’t forget the past.

Si Baikong's eyes squinted at that time, and his steps suddenly stopped, standing on the spot, his hands behind him, a white gown and the white hair hanging down in the wind at this moment. Slightly raised.

The two figures arrived as expected, falling from the sky, and blocking Si Baikong in front of the Dragon Terrace.

A man with white eyebrows and black hair, he is not confused about the new year.

A person with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but two years old.

Si blank space stopped for a while on the man with white eyebrows and black hair, and said calmly: "I can't think you are still alive."

Immediately he turned his head to look at the purple-robed youth on the side. At that moment, the expression on the fairy's face finally changed slightly. He said with regret: "Unexpectedly, you still choose This way."

Hearing this, the purple-robed youth actually bowed his hand to the Secretary blank and said: "Song Yueming has seen Master."

His tone is respectful, and his attitude is humble. He doesn't see the slightest murderous intent before fighting with others. On the contrary, it really looks like an ordinary meeting between a younger generation and an elder.

Of course, this is not the case.

The moment the purple-robed youth bowed his hands, a divine light lit up in Si Bailan's squinted eyes. He caught a glimpse of a scarlet thing behind the young man, and he was naturally familiar with that thing. That was the sword that made him today, and it was said that the son could kill the father and the minister could kill the emperor.

His mind sank at that time, his eyes swept over the two of them again, and then he said: "Do you think you can kill me with a sword of punishment?"

The cultivation level of the two of them can be seen clearly at a glance. Ning Zhumang in the Dayan Realm and Song Yueming in the Lichen Realm. For the former, they have invaded this realm for a long time, and naturally they are among the best in the same realm. ; The latter was only in his early twenties and he had the cultivation base of this great achievement from the dust world, which was enough to compare with Ye Hongjian, who was known as the genius of kendo. It's just that no matter the former or the latter, if you haven't reached the fairyland, even if you want to kill him, it is still a fantasy.

This is not the strength of Si Baijian, nor is it the most famous in the world. The Xingtian Swordsman who needs to be guarded by the Southern Wilderness Jianling for generations has a false reputation.

In fact, Si Blanket’s determination comes from his understanding of Xing Tianjian.

After all, he used this thing to kill the emperor with the dragon spirit body. It is a fairy body. After slightly using the power of the Xingtian sword, he still had to recuperate. The white daylight scene was only getting better, and Yining If Zhumang's cultivation base dared to use the original power of the Xingtian Sword, I am afraid that within ten breaths of the scene, the evil spirits in Xingtian Sword would be bitten back by the evil spirits. It is precisely because of this that Si Baikong dared to take it. This thing was handed over to Song Yueming.

"Whether it will work or not, after all, you won’t know until you have tried it."

The purple-robed youth smiled slightly, his body was convenient to take a step forward at that time, his purple robe began to agitate at that time, and a mighty sword intent surged out. When the man with white eyebrows and black hair saw this, he naturally did not dare to fall behind. He also took a step at that time. He only heard a bang, a long sword was held in his hand, and a white one was behind him. The true spirit of the lion emerged.

......

Seeing that these two people who suddenly appeared were about to fight Si Baikong under this dragon platform, Zhao Xingyu, who stood beside Yuwen Nanjing and was the commander of the forbidden army, frowned when he saw this. Take a step forward and greet the soldiers who are guarding them to take down these two men.

But just before that step was taken, Yuwen Nanjing on the side narrowed his eyes suddenly and said softly: "Lord Zhao, let them go."

"But... if they are allowed to mess around, they may lose their royal dignity." Zhao Xingyu said worriedly.

Yuwen Nanjing turned his eyes to the young leader when he heard the words, and said softly: "Royal dignity is never the honor of majesty, nor the awe of avoiding it like a tiger, but the people are full of food on the table. Food, clothes that can keep you warm."

"Since the question is about the Li people and the Li people have criticisms, let them tell the difference and decide the outcome."

"This is the dignity that my Dazhou royal family should have."

Yuwen Nanjing's words were soft and soft, but it fell in Zhao Xingyu's ears, but it only felt like a hammer hitting a drum, which rang in his ears, making him deafened.

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For both sides of Sikong, they are not unfamiliar to each other.

They know each other's temperament and can feel each other's determination, and naturally they don't want to quell this decisive battle with a few words.

It's about philosophy, it's about inheritance, and it's about promises to some dead people.

And once things rise to this level, an endless decisive battle is destined to be inevitable.

Therefore, there was no more words between each other, and the battle began in no time.

The lion true spirit behind Ning Zhumang whizzed, wrapped in the violent sword intent of Ning Zhumang's body, and directly attacked Si Baikong. Song Yueming was naturally unwilling to be left behind, although he did not call out the true spirit. , But the Xingtian Sword in his hand lit up with a burst of scarlet blood, and the murderous intent surged, and it also coordinated with Ning Zhumang's attack on Si blank from the other side.

The moves of these two are naturally incomparable. Whether it is the momentum at the moment or the power contained in them, there are few rivals in the same realm.

It’s just a pity that no matter how powerful such a move appears to outsiders, it still seems insignificant in front of the immortal.

Si blank space stretched out at that time, one left and one right, facing the two's ultimate move.

The sword and shield formed by the rotation of several black sword lights on both sides appeared in Si Bai's palm. The seemingly light black sword and shield met with the sword moves inspired by Ning Zhumang and Ning Zhumang. At that time, the shield body trembled slightly, and then the vast sword intent that Ning Zhumang and the other two evoked was like meeting a sky moat, and could no longer surpass half a minute.

Although they understood the power of Si blank space from the beginning, the two men's unreserved killer moves were so easily reached by him. This result still made Ning Zhumang and Song Yueming's faces sinking. And this scene fell in the blank eyes of the company, and the corner of the old man's mouth suddenly outlined a sneer, he said softly: "I will give you a grand enough funeral."

After that, the two swords, shields and sword shadows in his hands suddenly rotated, and the sword shadows erected their swords one after another, and then they made a high-pitched sword sound. , And then slew Ning Zhumang and Song Yueming one after another like a stream of light.

No matter the true spirits that the two of them evoked, or the true essence sword intent they aroused, under these black sword shadows, they were all cut apart like a ruin, and those black sword shadows were as if they were in the realm of no one. In a blink of an eye, they were in front of the two.

Puff!

Two humming at the same time, since they vomited out of their mouths, Song Yueming and Ning Zhumang's bodies were injured by the black sword shadow at that time, and a **** arrow broke out on the lower waist and right arm respectively. The body retreats violently, and the sword strokes that they inspire are temporarily restrained due to the injury of the body.

Although the two men’s injuries seem to have been cut through by the sword blade, the wounds are not so shocking, but in fact, the black sword shadow is attached to the black sword intent from Si Bai, and the sword intent follows Those sword shadows remained in the wounds of the two of them, constantly eroding the flesh and blood of the two, and devouring the power in their bodies.

Although the devouring is slow because of the small wound, if Si blank space finds several such opportunities later, it is estimated that there is no need for the two sides to fight-this weird black sword alone Yi's swallowing power was enough to absorb the true essence sword intent in Ning Zhumang's body in a short time.

The two people's faces became serious when they understood this.

They looked at each other at that time, and Song Yueming took the lead to ask: "Master is more capable than Xu Mou imagined?"

Ning Zhumang nodded with a complicated expression, and said: "It's really not like someone who has just been in the fairyland for a few years"

"If this continues, I am afraid that the head teacher and I will die here." Song Yueming said again, but a different flavor suddenly appeared in the tone of voice.

"Well, it is true." Ning Zhumang responded, but there was not much sadness in the expression on his face, but it was a little joke.

"Although it is regrettable, for the sake of Linglong Pavilion's thousand-year heritage, the old man also had to kill him." Listening to the dialogue between the two, Si Baijian took a step forward and said in a cold voice, his whole body's momentum changed at that moment. Becoming more and more violent, the black sword shadows opened behind him like a peacock, and the huge power also enveloped Ning Zhumang and Song Yueming at that moment.

It's just that the two of them, who are shrouded in the power of the immortal, didn't seem to have heard Si Bailan's sigh at all, and their conversation continued on their own.

"Is the master teacher willing to Ziyu? She hasn't married yet. You know the temperament of Senior Sister Ziyu, so she won't help her check it out? It will be miserable for her to be unsuccessful. "Song Yueming stared at the man with white eyebrows and black hair and said.

Ning Zhumang, who heard this, was unmoved. He blinked his eyes and said: "Then I want to come to Zichuan girl is still so young, there must be no need to guard your widowhood for a lifetime. I have to remarry in the year, um...Does Xiao Xulai have to call other people as well?"

The dull atmosphere between the two suddenly dissipated for some reason, but they ridiculed each other.

Such an accident made Si Bailan who was about to take the shot unexpectedly. He frowned. There were both puzzled doubts and anger that was despised by the two. He didn't bother to go to the quarrel between the two people whether it was deliberate or there was another hidden reason. He just wanted to end the lives of the two quickly, and then he could board the dragon platform and lead Linglong Pavilion to new glory.

Thinking about this, the black long sword behind him uttered a high-pitched sword cry, as if he was eagerly trying to drink the blood of the enemy.

It seems to have felt this too, Song Yueming sighed and said: "There is no next move for the master teacher?"

When Ning Zhumang heard this question, the corner of his mouth suddenly sketched a smile after "treacherous tricks succeeded", and he asked, "Do you have one?"

"If not, how dare to invite the instructor to come and die?" Song Yueming said with a wry smile.

"The younger generations have them. If there are no masters, wouldn't it be laughable and generous to spread?" Ning Zhumang blinked and said.

At this moment, Si Baikong had already urged the black sword shadows behind him. They engulfed the majestic black sword intent and whizzed towards the two of them, and in the process of attacking them like this. In the middle, the sword intent of the black sword shadows became more and more intense, and after a short while, they turned into black dragons.

Seeing the disaster is approaching, Song Yueming also had to put away the temper of continued temptation. He said: "Together?"

Such a proposal, but unexpectedly received Ning Zhumang's rebuttal, the white-browed and black-haired head teacher shook his head and said: "You first, I use my method, so you won't have a chance to perform. "

Hearing such an answer, Song Yueming was naturally stunned, but the nine black dragons transformed from sword shadows had already been attacked and killed him. He didn’t have time to think carefully or interrogate Ning Zhumang’s words. mean.

He had to stand up straight at that time, mobilize the true essence of his body, and urge it suddenly, and a mighty sword intent rushed out of him.

"Huh?" The blank eyebrow raised, and a strange color surged between his eyebrows, but he quickly returned to its original state, but his mouth sighed, "Dayan Realm... Arriving at this level at this age really surprised my teacher..."

Soon he shook his head again, and said with regret: "It's a pity that you chose the wrong path. If you are a teacher today, you have to send you to the west."

Speaking of this, Si Baikong's palm hidden under the sleeves of his large sleeves suddenly flicked his fingers, and the nine-headed dragon that whizzed away before suddenly changed his eyes and killed them, but at that time Do everything to kill Song Yueming.

Faced with the dragon sword intent that the nine-headed immortal called, Song Yueming's face didn't show a half-frightened expression, but at that time she slowly closed her eyes.

The sword intent around him was surging, and the dragons roared in all directions, as if it had nothing to do with him at that moment.

He stood on the spot like an old monk entering concentration, his eyebrows stretched out, like falling asleep.

But the sword intent in his body surged out more and more violently at that time, and his broad purple robe was also agitated at this moment.

The sword intent remained condensed all over his body, and as the number increased, it turned from pure white to dazzling bright red. Then when such a change arose, the blood-red sword intent began to flood into the Xingtian Sword that was erected in front of his chest, and a dazzling light began to glow above the Xingtian Sword's sword body.

"Could it be that you want to urge Xing Tianjian's original power?" Si blank space saw this scene in his eyes, but a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Even if Song Yueming's cultivation was beyond the Dayan Realm he expected, such cultivation is still not worth mentioning in the face of the power of the Xingtian Sword's horrible origin. Once the power of the original source is activated, the blood and flesh in Song Yueming's body will be swallowed up in a very short time. In Si Bai's eyes, urging Xing Tianjian is undoubtedly a stupid choice to the extreme.

But Song Yue obviously didn’t hear Si Bai's words into her ears. The moment the nine-headed sword-inspired black dragon attacked his body, Song Yueming’s closed eyes suddenly opened, and a red sword light appeared on him. Flashed in his eyes.

Ding!

The Xingtian sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a high-pitched sword cry, and the dazzling blood light on the sword, so bright that it is almost difficult to look directly at it.

And under the dazzling blood, the nine-headed sword-intent flood dragons let out a stern scream like an enemy, and they stopped their offensive uncontrollably and moved towards Si blank. Escape where you are.

However, the Xingtian sword that lit up this light seemed to have a sense of intelligence. It was not reconciled to stop there. The sword was shocked, and it flew out of Song Yueming's hands and straightly caught up to escape. The nine-headed dragon.

Its speed is reaching the extreme. It is the sword-inspired flood dragon, which is spurred by the immortal. It is obviously unable to escape its pursuit. Only a huge sorrow sounded, and a sword-inspired flood dragon was engulfed in blood at that time. The light Xingtian sword cut off from it, turning into black air that lasted for a long time.

The Xing Tianjian who won with one blow didn't seem to be satisfied with such a result. It whizzed and moved forward. This time it aimed straight at the fairy Sikong!

This undoubtedly angered Si Bailan. The immortal in a white robe frowned, his sleeves violently waved, and the monstrous black energy gushed out from under his black robe, the black energy that was turned into by the severed dragon. After this black energy poured in, it was reborn again, and the remaining eight-headed flood dragons also became vigorous under the infestation of this black energy.

Under the urging of Si Bailan, the nine-headed dragon seems to have overcome the fear of the Xingtian Sword. They whizzed up, and kept hitting the body of the Xingtian Sword, although they were inevitably shot out by the Xingtian Sword. He was injured by the scarlet sword light, but the scar was instantly healed by the black energy inspired by the blank space.

Under such impact, the speed of Xingtian Sword gradually slowed down, and the **** light on the sword immediately became dim.

After a few breaths, the nine-headed flood dragon had already collided with Xingtian Sword nearly a hundred times, and the light on Xingtian Sword's body finally dimmed completely. It let out an unwilling sword sound, and the sword was straight at that time. Falling down, he plunged into the ground several feet away from Si blank space.

Si blank, who had solved the trouble, raised his eyes and looked at Song Yueming not far away. At this time, it seemed that he had been backlashed by the original power of the Xingtian Sword. Song Yueming lowered his head and stood there rather dejected. Yi Sikong’s divine sense can clearly feel that the internal breath in Song Yueming’s body is chaotic at this moment. Obviously, the short few breaths that urged Xing Tianjian before has already exhausted him and completely lost it. Power.

Thinking of this, Si blank space couldn't help but sneered, and there was a mocking tone in his tone: "Under the immortal, no one can harm the immortal by his own strength."

"This kind of thing is the same in ancient times. I thought you would be a smart person, but I don't want to even understand such a simple truth~ IndoMTL.com~ After Si Bailan said this, he raised his hand again. The nine-headed black water dragon moved in response and surrounded Song Yueming at that time.

Just when he was about to drive the dragons to kill Song Yueming's life, Song Yueming, with his head down, said at that time: "Master is really forgetful?"

I don’t know if it was because I thought I was holding the winning ticket, or because the strange tone of Song Yueming’s words made Si Bailan a little curious, the fairy stopped the offensive he was about to launch at that time and frowned slightly and asked, "What?"

At that time, Song Yueming's low head suddenly lifted up, and Si Bailan's face, which should have been full of frustration and embarrassment, showed a bright smile at this moment. He stared at Si Baikong, his squinted eyes gradually curled up, as if thinking of something extremely happy. At that time, he said in a regretful tone that was indistinguishable from the previous Si Bailan: "Song Some dull, maybe can't do this..."

"But how can the master forget the incident of the Great Mang Sword Immortal entering the devil back then?"

Si Baikong's face changed when he heard the words, but he didn't wait for him to say something.

The dimmed Xingtian sword that fell not far from him suddenly lit up with a scarlet light, and then the light was entwined and converged toward the hilt, turning into a grip. On the arm holding the sword hilt, the blood-red light continued to spread along the arm, and a figure gradually condensed into shape, and after a few breaths, it turned into a figure dressed in red.

Even Si blank space, who is a fairy, has never seen such a grotesque situation. He stared at all this with wide-eyed eyes.

The figure in the red dress lifted the Xing Tianjian, and looked at Si blank space with a smile. At that time, a familiar voice resounded in Si blank space.

"Long time no see, Master Sikong."

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