Chapter 58 See the public defeat at night

The respect of the cast sword flat clothes was not rewarded. The cast sword chapter snorted coldly, and his white steaming right hand came out: Bring the ghost soul chasing jade.

The cast sword flat clothes retreated timidly, and secretly held the hilt of the sword with a little cold sweat on his face: "If you go back to your ancestors, the descendants have never seen the world's mysterious soul chasing jade."

The two sword saints suddenly felt extremely surprised. When the two heard from the mouth of Zhu Jian Zhangping that the Xuanhun Chasing Jade was in the hand of the casting sword flat clothes, the two martial arts righteous people immediately turned the long sword over. It seemed that they were ready to do it at any time. This makes the cast sword on the opposite side more alert.

For the sudden appearance of Zhu Jianzhangping, the sword clan's heart stone landed. After all, the attack power shown by the cast sword flat clothes in the previous moment is extremely powerful. Even if he and the sword saint join hands, it is quite easy for them to deal with, which means that the three people on their side may not be their opponents.

But it's really different now. How much strength does Zhangping have? It is placed there on the ten layers of the realm of Shuntian. As for the early, middle, late or peak period, the swords do not know.

The strong and mysterious true spirit in front of Zhujian Zhangping. On the contrary, Zhujian Zhangping exudes a momentum of flat clothes. This true spirit allows the sword clan and the swordsman Jiansheng to finally stand there safely and wait for Zhu Jian Zhangping's judgment on the casting sword flat clothes.

"Have you really never seen Xuanhun chasing jade?" A majestic question came out from Zhu Jianzhang's mouth.

"No." Zhu Jianping nodded without hesitation or hesitation.

"But I can feel that this strange true qi is not subject to the true qi in your body." After Zhu Jianzhang said, there was a trace of strong self-confidence in the corners of his mouth. This confident smile looks like a devil in casting a sword and flat clothes.

"I said that there is no Xuanhun chasing jade, but there is no Xuanhun chasing jade. Your ancestors didn't help their own people, but helped that evil seed." Casting swords and flat clothes angrily scolded their ancestors, and the long sword pointed to the swordsman's way

When the swords heard the two words evil seed, their already calm heart suddenly became angry. They pressed the hilt of the ice blade with their right hand. With a sound, the ice blade came out of the half-sheath and was blocked by a rough wide hand. Longyang Canjun lowered his voice: "Don't add trouble to the predecessors of casting swords." Hearing this, the sword clan withdrew the cold blade to the scabbard annoy.

Zhuang Jianping saw that his descendants actually drew swords at him. In any case, he couldn't keep a calm mood. Before, he just scolded the evil beast, so he calmed down a little and asked for Xuanhun to chase the jade and take his descendants into the right path. Unexpectedly, his folded i descendants did not buy it. Not to mention, the long sword actually pointed straight at himself, which made Zhu Jian Zhangping swallow this breath.

Zhang Ping's smile was still full of confidence. The next breath, Zhu Jianzhangping's voice sank down: "Don't think that I didn't see that you are chasing jade with a mysterious soul. I have seen the fragment on your body once a thousand years ago, so I advised you for the last time to chase the jade from the mysterious soul. Get it out of your body, or don't blame me for being rude.

The cast sword flat clothes nodded, and the long sword was on his left wrist. The long sword gently scratched, and a trace of blood dripped from the left wrist of the cast sword flat clothes. Blood dripped on the grass. In the darkness, the sword clan and others only saw the long sword moving gently, and a few drops of ** dripped from the right wrist of the cast sword flat clothes.

The sword in the hand of the cast sword flat clothes moved slowly. After only half a breath, the long sword suddenly accelerated, and the cast sword flat clothes grabbed the long sword and cast the cast sword chapter flat. The ten-level strong man in the realm of Shuntian was really awesome, but this throwing showed enough strength.

Zhu Jian Zhang Ping raised his white misty hand and held it in the air. A pure Zhenqi met directly from his hand. Zhen Qi touched the tip of the sword and held the long sword cast in the air. With a swang of his hand, the long sword immediately turned its head and shot at the cast sword flat clothes.

While the long sword was inserted into the ground, the swordsman and the swordsman had chased them out, and the man who cast the sword and flat clothes actually escaped from the battle. The sword spirit condensed by white fog casts the sword and is not moved at all. The swordsman felt a little helpless, but they still didn't want to punish their descendants.

Zhu Jianzhang turned around, with a trace of loneliness on his face and not saying a word. At the same time, the white fog melted into a white air mass and penetrated into the ice blade. The swordsman is also embarrassed to ask others to kill their descendants. After all, this can't be said anyway. Of course, the swordsman will not ask many times. If people get angry at that time, I guess they won't have to play

The sword spirit of the cold blade, the ten-layer strength of the realm of Shuntian, the sword clan now understands that they can't stand it, a master at this level. The strength is not there. Therefore, the sword clan could only watch Zhu Jian Zhangping disappear in the night sky without saying a word. When the white fog disappeared, the swords looked east. At this time, the demon sun showed no sign of eastward rise at all, that is to say, it was still early.

The sword clan did not intend to find any cast sword flat clothes. After all, they are two levels lower than others. Although the improvement of the cast sword flat clothes is obviously temporary, they can't beat the cast sword flat clothes with Xuanhun chasing jade. The sword clan feels that there is no need to deny this, not to mention the Xuanhun chasing jade against themselves. That's all I'm attracted to.

The swordsman did not decide to wait for the swordsman. The two famous martial arts heroes really don't deserve to worry about themselves. They had better go back to bed first. When the East was about to turn white, they had to go down the mountain with many masters and leave Diefeng Mountain. ,,,,,,,,, wait,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, What did you hear when you lay in the grass?

"There is no secret road in Diefeng Mountain at all."

The swordsman slapped his head. At that time, the mysterious ten-layer dark shadow of the Shuntian realm said this sentence. There was no secret channel? However, the swordsman thought of this and immediately rushed down the mountain at the fastest speed of their lives.

The swordsman's light skills are alone in the world, and the speed is outrageous. Only one cup of tea has flown halfway up the mountain, and the Zen courtyard is right in front of them. Between several swordsmen, he hurriedly stopped and urgently calmed himself down.

The mysterious dark shadow's words may not be credible, but the words of the public loser are indeed very credible. After all, for so many years, the good deeds and chivalrous things he has done in his life are well-known in martial arts. There is no reason for the sword clan not to believe the public losers, but what the words of the dark shadow may not be false. There is only one such speculation left. It is possible that the secret road down the mountain is destroyed or there is an ambush.

The mood of the sword clan at this time can be imagined. The current time is probably more than the previous time, which means that there is only one hour left before going down the mountain. There is only one main gate in the Zen Gate courtyard, not even a back door, which is the reason why the Yi people have been blocking the main gate.

Now the sword clan returned the original road, climbed over the wall and slipped into the courtyard. With memory, several sword clans came to the roof of the bald donkey of the loser. Although I don't know why the sword saint will leave the target to be protected, now is obviously not the time to think about this problem.

The swords were attached to the roof of the loser, and their hearts were really uneasy. Whether to go down or not, the sword clan is also a little entangled. After going down or not, they saw the cold body of the man who lost, and then was found by other bald donkeys, and then he became the number one wanted criminal in the world.

The hardships of the protagonists of those martial arts novels in the previous life are all so bloody. I don't think so. The sword clan shook their heads and cleared their thoughts. They will certainly not be as bloody as the protagonists in those martial arts novels in the previous life. The sword clan also believes that Xiaoan will not be so stupid X to write such a bloody love. At this point, the sword clan thought about it, and the little secret in front of the computer sneezed: "Dead swordsman, how dare you curse me? Grandma's old man will definitely make the plot behind you want to die."

In the cold night, the swordsman couldn't help trembling and stepped on the tiles under their feet. The swordsman walked down step by step. There was no light in the dark quiet night. The swordsman walked to the edge of the eaves, grabbed the eaves and went down, and their feet fell to the ground gently.

In front of me is the Zen Academy of the public defeat. Although I don't like bald heads, the necessary awe is still a little bit.

For this highly valued predecessor in martial arts,

As soon as the swordsman thought about whether they and Dugu could go down the mountain, the swordsman summoned up courage and knocked on the door: "The junior Soege sword clan met the superiors."

The sound of the sword clan fell, but there was no movement in the room of the public loser, not to mention the candlelight. The sword clan arched his hand and said again, "The younger Soege sword clan visited the superiors." There is still no sound in the narrow courtyard, and even a needle falling to the ground may be heard.

"I don't know what the young hero is doing here?" A bald donkey appeared behind the sword clan. If it hadn't been for the footsteps of the bald donkey, the sword clan would have really thought that the bald donkey was a ghost. The swordsman turned around: "The cold-faced swordsman Soge Swordsman wants to see the public lose to his superiors."

"Master, don't go to bed until later. Please come back later." After saying that, the little bald donkey made a gesture of invitation, and the meaning of the bald donkey was self-evident.

The swordsman walked out of the small courtyard with a wry smile in their hearts. The door behind him has closed with a creak. The swordsman walked in the alley step by step, and was also thinking about whether to disturb the sleep of the father-in-law's superiors. The swordsman couldn't figure it out. He was not a saint. He was not in this life or in his previous life. Then he simply didn't care about it. These things should have happened.

The sound of wooden shoes stepping on the ground came from the opposite side of the alley. The sound of wooden shoes stepping on the ground was particularly loud. The sword clan was suspicious that it was so late that there were still people who could not come out for a walk, but the sword clan was immediately relieved at the next breath.

The relieved mood of the swordsman did not last long, and their faces turned pale in an instant. The sound of wooden tracks deep in the alley still echoes and deep.