Di Qing also opened his eyes and took a look, and then sat there with the old spirit present, closing his eyes to rest.
He was never interested in the outcome that was already determined before it even started.
A simple sword discussion began in the Heavenly Palace.
The young emperor who does not regard the sword as his way of doing things, but against Jian Wushuang, who is about to perfect his way of swordsmanship and can even fight with the swordsman at the ancestral level, the result is predictable.
Even Jian Wushuang can defeat him immediately just by releasing any move of the Galaxy, Lake and Sea Sword Intent.
But he didn't do that. This was just a harmless sword debate. No matter who lost or won, it was just for fun.
The sword intent is everywhere, like thousands of flying fish leaping, extremely magnificent.
Jian Wushuang holds a real sword and only focuses on resisting.
But the little emperor didn't know whether it was because he was drunk or because he couldn't hold back his strength. He slashed with powerful swords one after another, slashing down with such force that even the energy escaping in the air was cut off.
The atmosphere also became more subtle.
It was originally a relaxed sword discussion, but as the little emperor passed one by one quickly, and the murderous sword intent was raging, all the immortals present had serious eyes.
Chunqiu had already placed his palm on the dagger at his waist, and had lightly activated the edge. He was just waiting for Jian Wushuang to be injured in any way, and he would be able to explode in an instant.
Cui Jing also became solemn when he saw the changing atmosphere of Spring and Autumn, and also pressed the black stick on his waist.
Di Qing kept her eyes closed and rested, seemingly not caring at all about what was happening in the outside world.
Zhao Ting's eyes fluctuated slightly, as if he was making some plans.
Wei Liujia's expression became even more anxious. In his opinion, Jian Wushuang was forced to retreat steadily and was obviously no match for the little emperor.
But Jian Wushuang's expression was quite calm from the beginning to the end, and even when faced with the murderous sword style, he could easily resolve it.
After resisting seven hundred and sixty-seven swords, a sudden change occurred.
The real sword in Jian Wu's hands broke into two pieces without any warning, and the little emperor's powerful and heavy sword struck him heavily on the shoulder, directly shattering his entire pipa bone!
Chunqiu and Cui Jing stood up directly, but were suddenly held down by Chen Qing.
"If you don't want Brother Jian to get into trouble, don't move!"
The atmosphere was dead silent. The little emperor seemed to have woken up from the drunkenness, and his eyes were shocked. He subconsciously released the hilt of the sword with his hand and touched him, "Sword, Brother Jian, I didn't mean it."
Jian Wushuang took half a step back, avoiding his palm, his expression remained unchanged, "It doesn't matter, there will be times when swordsmen are injured."
After he finished speaking, he reached out and took out the soft sword from the lute bone and threw it to the little emperor.
"I was too drunk, so I left first."
Jian Wushuang turned around and left, and drops of divine blood fell from his shoulders and imprinted on the ground.
Di Qing, who had closed his eyes to rest, opened his eyes and followed Jian Wushuang directly without looking at the others.
Chunqiu then broke away from Chen Qing's hand and left quickly.
Then Cui Jing also left directly.
Zhao Ting and Wei Liujia glanced at the little emperor and left as well.
Soon, only Chen Qing and some Yanxian guards were left in this huge palace.
"Little Emperor," Chen Qing stood up with a subtle change in his expression, "You are too impulsive..."
"Get out." He looked straight out of the open palace door.
Chen Qing sighed slightly and left without saying anything more.
There is deathly silence in the heavenly palace.
The little emperor's complexion turned from pale to rosy, and the joints of the palms that were holding the sword hilt turned white.
"Damn it!"
He was furious, holding a real sword and slashed at the table where the delicacies were placed, and overturned it.
"Damn it! You all deserve to die, are you all trying to rebel against me?"
The little emperor was completely angry, with an almost crazy face. He swung his sword and overthrew all the plans and documents, leaving the entire palace in a mess.
The thin man in purple robe has been standing behind him, neither blocking nor speaking.
"A bunch of damn things can't tell who their master is. Do they think I'm nothing? I'm the Crown Prince, the future emperor of the Great Si Region!"
A louder roar of anger resounded throughout the Heavenly Palace.
When his voice gradually became fainter, the thin purple robe stepped forward at the right time and handed over a piece of white silk cloth, "Your Highness, please calm down."
The little emperor coughed heavily, held the silk cloth tightly and wiped it at the corner of his mouth, "Jian Wushuang! Jian Wushuang! You deserve to die!"
"Did you see it? When I was discussing swordsmanship with you, he didn't even use any swordsmanship. He looked down on me! I was not in his eyes from the beginning to the end!"
"It's not just him, have you seen the group of guys he brought back? How dare they all dare to rebel against me?! Especially after I slashed at Jian Wushuang, the group of guys he brought back actually dared to
Want to do something to me?"
The thin purple-robed man had been listening quietly. Finally, he said calmly, "Your Highness, you have forgotten that Jian Wushuang is not your subject, but your friend. You should not treat those who govern your subjects."
Put the condom on him."
"Are you even going to rebel against me?" The little emperor's voice was slightly angry.
"I dare not, I was just saying what I should say. Jian Wushuang is not your subject, but a friend." After the thin purple robe finished speaking, he looked at him meaningfully.
"Friends? My young master Yan doesn't even have any brothers, so how can he have any friends?" There was no emotion in his voice, it was hollow and unknown.
After an unknown amount of time, the little emperor turned to look at the thin purple robe, "Do you know how the real sword in Jian Wu's hands was broken?"
"I used some tricks to destroy Kenshin on purpose before. I just wanted to win against him once, so I did this on purpose. Do you think it's ridiculous?"
The thin purple-robed man whispered, "There is nothing wrong with what Your Highness did, but this kind of beating can only be used between subjects."
The little emperor asked again, "Did my sword completely cut off the connection between us?"
"Yes, and no."
"I want to make up for it, how do I do it?"
"apologize."
…
The atmosphere in the spacious hall was oppressive and dull.
Jian Wushuang sat quietly in front of a desk with his eyes closed, as if nothing had happened.
Chunqiu's face was stern, and his palm never left the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Di Qing sat next to him in the same posture, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"This is not like your behavior. I have accompanied you all the way and have tried to figure out your character, but today's scene still did not surprise me."
"You didn't attack him. Are you afraid of Zhen Wuyang behind him, or do you regard him as a friend?"
Jian Wushuang opened his eyes, "Zhen Wuyang? I have never been afraid for a moment. As for treating him as a friend? I have never thought about it."
"This sword is just a return of some of the things he gave me."
Di Qing nodded secretly. A guy who participated in the assassination of the fifth emperor's son, Master Mo, and then fought with the second emperor's son, Master Jiu, probably didn't take Zhen Wuyang seriously.