Diqing also opened his eyes and looked at it, then the old god sat there again, closed his eyes and rested.
He has never been interested in the result that was destined before it even started.
A simple sword contest will unfold in the Heavenly Palace.
The little emperor who does not regard sword as his way is about to be harmonious against Jian Wushuang, who can even fight with the sword immortal at the ancestral level. The result can be imagined.
Even Jian Wushuang can defeat him immediately by releasing any move of the sword intent of the Galaxy River Lake and Sea.
But he didn't do that. This was a harmless debate. No matter who loses and who wins, it was just a rise.
The sword intent rises everywhere, like thousands of flying fish leaping, extremely magnificent.
Jian Wushuang holds the real sword in his hand, and only focuses on resisting.
But the little emperor didn't know whether he was drunk or unable to stop his strength. He slashed with powerful swords and slashed down with great force, and even the dispersed power in the air was cut off.
The atmosphere also became subtle.
Originally, an easy sword contest was arguing, as the little emperor passed by one, and the sword intent that burst out murderous aura raged, all the Yanxian present had a serious look.
Chunqiu had already placed his palm on the short dagger around his waist, and had already lightly turned on his edge. He could have a sudden start in an instant after Jian Wushuang suffered any trauma.
Cui Jing saw the changing breath of spring and autumn, and became solemn, and the black stick pressed on his waist.
Diqing kept closing his eyes and resting, and seemed to have no concern at all about everything that happened outside.
Zhao Ting's eyes fluctuated slightly, as if he was making some plans.
Wei Liujia's expression was even more anxious. In his opinion, Jian Wushuang was forced to retreat step by step, and was obviously no match for the little emperor.
But Jian Wushuang's expression was quite calm from beginning to end, and even when facing the sword style with murderous intent, it was easily resolved.
When it resisted to 767 swords, a sudden change occurred.
The true sword in Jian Wushuang's hand broke into two pieces without any signs. The powerful and powerful sword of the little emperor also slashed heavily on his shoulder, shattering his entire pipa bone!
Chunqiu and Cui Jing got up directly, but Chen Qing suddenly pressed down on his body.
"If you don't want Brother Jian to have something to do, don't move around!"
The atmosphere was dead and the little emperor seemed to wake up from the drunkenness, his eyes were shocked. He subconsciously released the hilt of the sword and touched him, "Sword, Brother Jian, I didn't mean it."
Jian Wushuang took a step back and avoided his palms, his face still had no fluctuations. "It's okay, there will be times when the sword talks are injured."
After he finished speaking, he reached out to take out the soft sword from the pipa bone and threw it to the little emperor.
"I couldn't bear to drink, so I left first."
Jian Wushuang turned around and left, and drops of divine blood slid down from his shoulders and imprinted onto the ground.
Diqing, who had originally closed his eyes and rested, opened his eyes, and did not look at others, and followed Jian Wushuang directly.
Chunqiu then broke away from Chen Qing's palm and left quickly.
Then Cui Jing also left directly.
Zhao Ting and Wei Liujia glanced at the little emperor and left.
Soon, only Chen Qing and some Yanxian guards were left in this huge heavenly palace.
"Little Emperor," Chen Qing stood up, his expression also changed slightly, "You are too impulsive..."
"Get out." He looked straight at the open door of the hall.
Chen Qing sighed slightly and left without saying anything.
Dead silence in the heavenly palace.
The little emperor's face turned from pale to rosy, and the joints of the palms holding the hilt of the sword were white.
"Damn it!"
He was furious, holding a real sword in his hand, he suddenly chopped the treasures placed on the side, overturning it.
"Damn it! They all deserve to die, are they all going to oppose me?"
The little emperor was completely angry, with a nearly crazy face. He swung his sword and overthrew all the plans, leaving the entire Heavenly Palace in a mess.
The thin little purple robe was standing behind him, neither stopping nor speaking.
"A group of damn things can't tell who the master is. Do you think I am the air? I am the crown prince, the future emperor of the Grand Secretariat!"
A louder and louder anger echoed in the heavenly palace.
When his voice gradually became weaker, the thin purple robe stepped forward at the right time and handed over a white silk cloth, "Don't calm down."
The little emperor coughed heavily, held the silk cloth tightly and wiped it with his lips, "Jian Wushuang! Jian Wushuang! You deserve to die!"
"Did you see it? He didn't even use any sword skills in his sword competition with me. He looked down on me! There was no me in his eyes from beginning to end!"
"It's not just him, have you seen the guys he brought back? They all dare to rebel?! Especially after I cut at Jian Wushuang's sword, the guys he brought back dared to dare
Want to do something to me?"
The thin little purple robe was listening quietly all the time, and finally, he said calmly, "Your Highness, you forgot that Jian Wushuang is not your subordinate, but your friend, you should not govern the subordinate.
Put it on his body.”
"Even you want to rebel against me?" The little emperor's voice was slightly angry.
"I dare not, I am just saying what I should say. Jian Wushuang is not your subordinate, but a friend." After saying that, the thin little purple robe looked at him meaningfully.
"Friend? My young master Yan doesn't even have brothers, so how could he have friends?" His voice could not hear any emotion, empty and unknown.
I don’t know how long it took, the little emperor turned his head and looked at the thin little purple robe, “Do you know how the real sword in Jian Wushuang’s hand was broken?”
"I used to deliberately destroy Jianxin before. I did this kind of tricks just to beat him once. Are you ridiculous?"
The thin little purple robe whispered, "Your Highness has done nothing wrong, but this kind of knock can only be used among juveniles."
The little emperor said again, "Did my sword completely cut off the connection between us?"
“Yes, not.”
"I want to make up for it, how do I do it?"
"apologize."
...
In the spacious hall, the atmosphere is depressing and dull.
Jian Wushuang sat quietly in front of a desk and closed his eyes to rest, as if nothing had happened.
Chunqiu's face was cold, and his palm never left the hilt of the sword around his waist.
Di Qing sat next to him in the same posture, with some fun in his eyes.
"This is not like your style of conduct. I have accompanied you along the way and figured out your personality, but today's scene still happened to me."
"You didn't attack him. Are you afraid of Zhenwu Yang behind him, or have you regarded 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 even more."
"This sword is just a return of some things he gave me."
Di Qing nodded secretly. A guy who participated in the assassination of the Five Emperors' son, Gongzi Mo, and fought with the Two Emperors' sons, Gongzi Ji, probably didn't take Zhen Wuyang seriously.