Chapter 13 Two Musketeers in a Thousand Years

Chapter 13 Two Swordsmen in a Thousand Years

Next to the temple of the mid-mountain square is the palace that represents the rule of the emperor. Although this palace is smaller than that of Yanlong, it also has a solemn atmosphere.

The steps in front of the palace are dilapidated, with green grass on it, and there is a sense of sadness in the decline. It was originally silent here. Far away from the chase between Su Yong and the thief, they had already looked at this place.

But at this moment, Su Yong had just stepped up the broken steps in front of the palace, and a sigh suddenly came from the air.

Hai Feisi and Brother Sharp, the god of Yelang, froze on the ground at the same time. Only Su Yong didn't seem to be surprised and said loudly, "Junior Su Yong, come to see the immortal swordsman."

After the sigh in the air, a loud and ancient low voice sounded: "How many years has it been? Young man, do you know what I'm thinking at this moment?

Su Yong slightly meditated and looked up and said leisurely, "The seniors began to miss the desolate years in their hands, the brilliant past, and the people who once loved and hated."

"Well said." The ancient rhyme in the air praised, "I haven't seen such a smart swordsman for a long time. Young man, you are really surprised.

A magnificent and elegant body slowly appeared in front of the gate of the palace, dressed in a dignified black dress with a boundless intention of killing. I didn't see the face clearly, but looking at the figure, it was not much different from Su Yong.

This dark shadow has just appeared, and another slim and charming figure quickly flashed on the other side of the palace gate.

Su Yong came forward and said, "I have seen the immortal swordsman predecessor and the goddess." By the moment he lowered his head, he glanced behind him slightly and found that the Nepian sister who followed him was already tense, and his skirt bulged slightly. He knew that the person in front of him could not even cope with it.

"It's been so many years, why are there still people coming to investigate something?" The voice of the shadow is extremely ancient, with an unspeakable syllable beauty, but it is only slightly vicissitudes.

"Because of blood, because there is too much blood." Su Yongrong said.

The delicate figure next to the shadow smiled softly: "Does the young man want to see the scene when I hit the wall?"

Su Yong silently admitted it. He was silent for a while, and suddenly looked boldly ahead and said, "You are the goddess, but not the noble girl loved by the swordsman."

"I'm not?" The goddess smiled stunned for a long time and said, "He can't see it when he has been with me for so long. Can you and I still know that we haven't met?"

The thief saw that the two seemed to be in conflict, and hurriedly came over and said with a smile, "See the immortal swordsman and the goddess, and these two... unknown adults, ah, here... It seems that there is nothing wrong with me. The little one will leave first."

"Hear." After he turned around, Su Yong shouted in a low voice.

At this time, the immortal swordsman Yi Shuihan suddenly said in a low voice, "If you can resist my three swords, let you go into the courtyard to see."

Hai Feisi hurriedly took the first two steps and grabbed Su Yong's wrist: "Don't fight with him." Almost in this peerless swordsman, she saw the surge of divine energy like her brother. She was not sure about it, let alone Su Yong?

However, Su Yong looked at her and blinked gently between her eyebrows, which seemed to convey some information, which made her frown.

In this gap, Su Yong has broken off her little hand, turned his wrist and held a blood knife: "Please give me some advice."

"This is not teaching." The immortal swordsman said in a tone: "The descendants of the Qin Dynasty never laugh, and they will do their best."

His long sword appeared in his hand, and the dark ink-like blade actually emitted a violent and bloody meaning, which was frightening. The blood from ancient times has long turned into countless rust spots, but the ghost above is still unwilling to shout and sob.

This is a fierce sword.

Su Yong jumped on the square and glanced at Hai Feisi and others: "You step back."

Yi Shuihan slowly took a few steps with heavy footsteps. The delicate figure behind him did not stop him and seemed to be very confident in him.

Su Yong slowly drew the knife, and the blood knife let out a sob in the scabbard, with a trace of cold wind flashing in the bright and dark moonlight. Looking at the slowly coming magnificent figure, he felt a heavy sense of oppression, as if it was difficult to breathe, and his hand holding the knife couldn't help shivering.

"Each--An--Heaven--Fate--"

I don't know if every Qin people would shout like this before drawing their swords. A huge black phantom came like a dragon and came in front of us in an instant.

Su Yong waved his knife.

It seems very slow, but it is actually very fast. It seems to be powerless. In fact, it has done its best. It seems that there is only one blow. In fact, it has included three consecutive strikes.

Thunder three strikes. The three thunder strikes contain the illusion of mystery.

The blood knife hit the dragon and shook a large spark in the air.

"Good knife." There was a shout from Qin Yi Shuihan in the air.

But the second blow of Su Yong's three thunder strikes had not yet been sent out. The dragon in front of him turned around and instantly changed its position to bypass the dense wind and rain streamer he sent out. He hit his chest fiercely. He spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body floated back like leaves blown by the wind.

Two lower limbs dragged on the ground drew two long ground marks on the slate, which spread all the way to the wall of the house where he stopped.

At the moment of his contact, the wall burst into countless cobweb-like cracks, which kept expanding, and then the whole wall collapsed.

Su Yong's powerless body fell into the ruins.

As soon as Hai Feisi let out a scream, before she ran out, she saw the figure in the dust stand up again and slowly came out.

Qin Ren Yi Shuihan was stunned and said in a low voice, "The first sword." He just came out of the first sword, and he had already practiced the blood knife to the sixth type. Su Yongzhen sprayed blood and flew back to the ground. It can be said that his strength was extremely horrible.

But the shock in the heart of the immortal swordsman at this moment is not at all under Su Yong and Hai Feisi. He deeply knew that his blow was also an unreserved all-out blow. Even the evergreen swordsman in those years, I'm afraid that after such a blow, he would not be able to stand up as soon as this young man.

Su Yong resisted the blood in his heart, looked down at the shallow but bloody sword marks on the copper brown armor, and sighed secretly.

The immortal swordsman is really unparalleled. If it weren't for this armor, I'm afraid a window would have been opened on his chest. How could it be so simple as spitting two taels of blood?

"The second sword." The violent black dragon continued to come. The blood-stained rusty sword in the immortal swordsman's hand, the sword body, the tip of the sword, the blade, the blade, the hilt, the sword head, and even the scabbard in the other hand have turned into a real part of the black dragon, with a violent and incomparable beauty.

However, Su Yong, who had just taken a breath, ignored his second sword. The red light of the blood knife flashed and scratched out into the darkness, as if he was facing another person.

"What?" Just as the immortal swordsman was stunned, the red light suddenly flashed in front of him, and the other party's bloody blade that pierced the darkness suddenly appeared in front of the bridge of his nose.

After all, Yishui Hanjian's deep reaction was fast. He pressed it under the hilt of the sword in an instant, opened the blood knife with a thick hand guard, and shocked Su Yong back a few steps again.

But when the sword is drawn back to defense, the previous offensive has also suddenly disappeared.

"Good knife method." He praised it unexpectedly.

Su Yongqi stepped back a few steps in a row, and his face had turned pale. He was a risky blow just now. Since he knew that his internal strength was too far from the other party, he could not stop the other party's attack at all. He simply let go of his hands and feet and attacked the other party with a twisted and wonderful knife.

In fact, his move really worked, and he successfully forced the other party to collect the sword and defend himself. It's just that when the immortal swordsman waved his sword to block it, it still made him have a burst of blood and blood, and he was no longer able to make the next type. Naturally, he was no longer able to resist the last blow of the other party.

"You give up. I haven't seen human beings for a long time. I don't want to kill you." The immortal swordsman looked at a wisp of blood hanging from the corners of his mouth and said in a low voice.

"Have you forgotten that this is a forbidden place? This is the rule we made together in those years. The woman next to the rear palace door suddenly said.

Su Yong looked at the silent Qin swordsman and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "You know, she is not her."

The immortal swordsman looked at him for a long time, and suddenly said, "Go away and never come here again."

Su Yong moved his wrist, which had become heavy, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and suddenly shouted, "There is also a sword. Come on."

The reason why he got up with courage and suddenly shouted such a sentence is not that he is really not afraid of death, but because he heard another message of the immortal swordsman hidden outside his lips: "I know, but I would rather live in a dream than face such a past."

In their brief communication, Hai Feisi suddenly flew up, and with only a flash, she passed the surprised eyes of the crowd and fell into the palace courtyard.