Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4759: Night banquet killer

Chen Qing smiled secretly again, "This is not groundless, but it has been rumored that the son of Mo Youxi is male, and he once snatched Tianjiao teenagers in the entire big domain and sent them to his northern Celestial State. He has been maintained by him so that he can enjoy the beauty at any time."

"For example, right now, these handsome young men may be the male pets he maintains."

Although Jian Wushuang still has no expression on his face, he is already chilling in the bottom of his heart.

Looking at the more than 20 young teenagers who walked out, there was a touch of imperceptible softness between each eyebrow, which seemed to indirectly corroborate what Chen Qing said.

"Whatever he likes has nothing to do with us. Next, we will immediately withdraw after finding the zigzag bone armor, and try not to dispute." Jian Wushuang whispered.

Chen Qing and Chunqiu both nodded and said no more.

The current status of the three of them is the guardian of Xianzhou who came to the Temple of Heaven on duty. Together with their faces, they can be easily transformed into ordinary ones, almost impossible to find when thrown in the heap.

So, they stood by the giant pillars on both sides of the hall and acted as guards.

Originally, Jian Wushuang did not intend to enter the Giant Hall, but was about to turn around around this Temple, but in the end, the Silver Bell Lady interrupted her steps.

Standing on the side of the giant pillar, he turned his gaze to the center of the temple, the handsome young men who were demonstrating sword dance at the moment.

The so-called sword dance is more ornamental than practical. Although each of them has a stable sword, they lack decisiveness and resoluteness. They are obviously used for watching.

Although all these handsome young men are rare seedlings with swords, Jian Wushuang obviously has no heart for love.

If you want to practice kendo, the most important thing is that since infancy, the innate spirit in your heart is the foundation.

The greatness of all things, the various Daoist laws endlessly emerge. Although the swordsmanship is special, it does not escape the rules of the avenue. Natural swordsmanship will also come down with the passage of time.

These, of course, can't have the slightest image of Jian Wushuang's state of mind.

Enveloping the silver bell with no bones, the drunken son Mo smiled and watched the sword dance performance, seeming to be extremely satisfied.

"Boring is extremely boring, it is really boring." Yin Ling, who sat in the top position, was dissatisfied.

Sonson Mo Wenyan withdrew his gaze, "What's wrong with Yinling, dissatisfied?"

Yinling pursed her lips, "Of course not satisfied, how many times have you seen it repeatedly, don't you know, don't change something new."

"Well, according to you, you can do whatever you say," said Mo Chong, the son.

Yin Ling gushed her mouth, as if thinking of something new, and then glanced into the hall.

Jian Wushuang's heart said badly, his figure didn't even have time to retract, and he heard a slightly excited voice.

"It's just you, the stupid guy who was there before." Yinling got up, her slender hands pointed at him coldly.

Jian Wushuang was silent, and had to walk daringly to the center of the temple.

The haziness in the son’s ink eyes faded a little. He saw the ordinary guard standing in the middle of the temple, and he always felt a familiar atmosphere.

But he didn't think much about it. After all, it was the most important thing to be able to please Yin Ling in the current season.

After pointing out that Jian Wushuang, Yin Ling slowly looked around again, and finally found a young guard who was not too conspicuous in the other side.

"It's just you two, I can feel that you two are guys with extraordinary skills, it's better to play a martial arts here." Yin Ling's mouth twitched a smile, while waving his sleeve, Two belts were trained, two real swords were drawn, and they were thrown at them.

He stretched his hand to catch the real sword, and Wushuang's brows were slightly frowned. He didn't like this kind of feeling very much, especially the feeling of being irritated by others.

If it were not for the moment, I am afraid that Jian Wushuang had already killed Yinling.

All emotions converged, and his eyes turned to the young guard who was also called out.

Jian Wushuang didn't see all the emotions in his eyes, as if he didn't remember everything in his heart.

"Go ahead, please make sure to go all out. If it's not exciting enough, maybe there will be punishment." Yin Ling sat on the head and smiled.

Chen Qing, who was hiding next to the giant pillar, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, if I have to make a last resort, I will kill this woman first!"

"Also counts as me." Chunqiu's eyes were cold, as if he was already preparing, and only after Jian Wushuang initiated the signal, he immediately started his hands.

At this moment, in this grand grand hall, only Jian Wushuang and the young guard stand against each other.

If Yuan Yuan Yuezhi, he stood with his sword raised, his breath converged, like a supreme sword of a Tibetan front to be opened.

Facing any potential enemies, they are keeping their best. This is the habit that Jian Wushuang has cultivated along the long journey.

He didn’t relax at all even in the current discussion.

The young guard who also stood up with his sword standing in the distance should have belonged to the youth-like clear eyes, and at a certain moment showed a very inconsistent old state.

Naturally, this momentary change was also captured by Jian Wushuang.

However, without waiting for him to think, the young guard took the lead in violently, and the sword was cut straight down.

Sword Wushuang raised the sword and responded with a double-edged hand, making a brittle sound.

It's just a moment of confrontation, and the thick sword will scatter and start!

Although it was a fight, it has actually fought a thousand times in a flash!

Jian Wushuang was shocked in his heart. When was even the ordinary Yanxian sword, he could even fight with his own rivals?

Not thinking about it at all, the young guard was slashing with a sword, and in a very indifferent face, with a touch of imperceptibility.

A sword came out and forced him to open several positions, Jian Wushuang's eyes were a bit cold.

The young guard was hiding indifferently, and the killer he tried to control was emerging little by little.

At this point, he began to be certain that the young guard at the moment could never be the guard of the Northern Celestial State!

In other words, this guy at the moment, like the three of Jian Wushuang, should have sneaked in as an identity.

An uncertain idea emerged from Jian Wushuang's mind.

The two real swords collided hard again, and the aftermath of the martyrdom generated by the collision point directly wiped out the clouds of smoke in the entire Temple of Heaven.

Putting all your strength on the real sword in your hand, Jian Wushuang's figure approached the young guard.

"Regardless of your purpose, it is best not to put your mind on me."

The youth guard was slightly stunned, a pair of turbid eyes, with a doubtful and scrutiny glance at Jian Wushuang, and then suddenly withdrew more than ten feet away.