Legend of Swordsman Chapter 46: Oriental feather

"Fight with you?"

Jian Wu's eyes narrowed slightly.

Sima Bu said in a low voice: "Zhu Tao and I used to have a bit of a holiday, and I always hate him. He is not as good as me, and dare not come to me directly. He can only let his disciples come to trouble you. Take care of him. "

"Is that so?" Jian Wushuang knew it, looked at Dongfang Yu, and shook his head, "Sorry, I'm not interested."

"Why, isn't the person Mr. Abu brought with him is this kind of goods?" Dongfang Yu smiled coldly, and the voice became high, attracting the Jinlongweis in the attic.

The Jin Longweis looked at this side, and all of them immediately showed an interested look.

Stard at by so many people in vain, the sword could not sink without a double-sided color, and the bucket dagger pressed down.

"Zhu Tao, what do you mean?" Sima Bu said coldly.

"It's not interesting, but I didn't expect Mr. Abu to be so arrogant to the people you brought. Anyway, I would go to complete the task of the Golden Claw Guard three days later. I wouldn't even say hello and leave the game. It's too ridiculous. "Zhu Tao sneered.

"Huh, you mean that if someone challenges you, you will have to fight? If so, then I will challenge you now, I wonder if you have the courage to fight me?" Simabu said in a deep voice.

"Haha, Mr. Abu said and laughed, who doesn't know your strength, I dare not fight with you." Zhu Tao gave a haha.

Just kidding, Sima Bu realized that there was a bit of fierce fire sword, or three-pronged Jinlongwei. He is definitely the best among congenital Jindan, much stronger than him.

"Swordsman, will you just hide behind Mr. Abu? Is your product worthy of the task of one claw Jinlongwei?" Dongfang Yuxi laughed.

"You're right." Jian Wushuang suddenly raised his head and smiled slightly. "It's just saying hello and leaving the game, there is no reason to refuse. In this case, please."

"Sword unparalleled." Sima Bu aside looked over in surprise.

"Rest assured, I have a sense." Jian Wushuang said in a low voice.

Jian Wushuang has already fought, and the place where the two men fought is in the open space in the middle of this hall.

In the area of ​​dozens of square meters, there are only Jian Wushuang and Dongfang Yu, and a lot of Jinlongwei are watching it with interest.

Dongfang Yu stood with a dark stick in her hand, exuding the weather.

"Budget?"

The sword Wushuang looked, and then the three-sword in his hand also came out.

"Kid, you are careful." Dongfang Yu's mouth slightly tilted, followed by the figure, and rushed straight away. The long stick in his hand turned into a bright black light at this moment.

"Slow."

Jian Wushuang looked at the oriental feather coming straight, but shook his head at the bottom of his heart.

In fact, the speed of this oriental feather bursting out in the completeness of Huahai is already very fast, but it is really a bit too slow for Jian Wushuang, who understands a hint of wind and sword.

You can go slowly, and power is not weak.

"Just accompany and play a good show." Jian Wushuang smiled lightly, and the three killing swords also waved abruptly, the sword light whistled and cut the air.

Oh!

The three killing swords collided directly with the bright Wuguang front, and after a low impact sound, the Wuguang turned into a serpent in vain, twisting and turning in the air, and it was a momentary moment. The smasher came over.

"What?"

Jiang Wushuang seemed to be holding up the sword in a panic, but he was still sinking by this stick, and his knees were a little bent, but at this time, the big snake suddenly stretched out straight, like Zhang. Opened a **** mouth to face the sword Wushuang bite fiercely.

Jiang Wushuang can barely place the three-killer sword across his chest.

Oh!

A low-pitched voice sounded, Jian Wu's stature had been blasted away, and he just retreated to the edge of the open space before he stood still, and the corner of his mouth also spilled a hint of blood at this moment.

"Waste."

Dongfang Yu has already taken a stand and looked at it indifferently, "I can't even pick up my three sticks, and I want to complete the task of one claw Jinlongwei, ridiculous!"

After speaking, this oriental feather was too lazy to look at Jian Wushuang again, but walked to his master Zhu Tao and looked at Zhu Tao, both of them had subtle smiles on their faces.

"Zhu Tao, are you a good disciple?"

"The stick method is very strong, and the spiritual power cultivation has reached the maximum limit of the perfection of the sea, even half of the feet have entered the level of Jindan, and his exercises seem to be extraordinary, and the spiritual power broke out. It is obviously a lot stronger than the ordinary Huahai. "

"Where did you find such a good disciple?"

Some of the surrounding Jin Longwei who met Zhu Tao spoke, their eyes focused on Zhu Tao and Dongfang Yu, but no one went to look at Jian Wushuang.

After all, in this world, there is always a strong one. Since Jian Wushuang has lost, and he can't even take three moves, he will lose. Naturally, he cannot attract the attention of these Jinlongweis.

"Haha, I don't want to tell you, my disciple is the son of an old man of mine, and I do have some talent. I also want to have the opportunity to send him to the Dragon Palace, but no one recommends it." Zhu Tao also laughed.

"Dragon Palace?"

"Plan to send to Dragon Palace, but no one recommends it?"

"Haha, Zhu Tao, you disciple are really extraordinary."

There is a roar in the Golden Dragon Hall. Many Jin Longweis are talking about it, but the topic of the introduction is centered around the 'Dragon Palace'.

Jian Wushuang, who was ignored, has quietly left the eyes of everyone and came to Simabu.

Sima Bu was drinking and drinking by himself at a table case. When he saw Jian Wushuang coming, he threw the jug in his hand directly.

"Drink a bite," Sima preached.

Jian Wushuang took the jug and didn't hesitate. He sipped the liquor directly. In the four months of the dark forest, he learned to drink with Simabu, but now when he drinks it, the spicy taste makes Jian Wushuang felt relieved in his heart.

"Happy." Jian Wushuang could not help but say a word.

"Why not defeat him directly, but lose it on purpose?" Simabu laughed, his voice was very low.

Others don't know Jian Wushuang's strength, but Sima Bu knows it. Just in that battle, Jian Wushuang knew it and lost it intentionally.

"After all, this is the Jinlong Temple branch. Many people have many eyes. Among them, there may be a spy in the Blood Feather Tower. Of course, I have to keep it as low-key as possible, so people focus on the Oriental Feather. No one cares about me, how good is it? "Jian Wushuang laughed.

"Haha, I know that you think so, but was defeated by the three clubs of Oriental Feather in front of so many people, isn't it difficult to face?" Simabu asked again.

"Compared to his own life, what's his face?" Jian Wushuang grinned, and looked up to continue drinking