Yao Yue looked at the little girl with her head raised and a confident expression, and then at Song Qian who was playing with her mink, and then smiled suddenly.
No wonder, no wonder that my husband had such a bad taste and deceived his daughter. It turned out to be Zhong Ling, a little girl who had some similarities with Song Qian in her teenage years.
She also likes a daughter who is smart, lively and full of energy.
While several people were talking, the battle in the distance in mid-air was coming to an end.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that without Yan Shisan using the fifteenth sword, Murong Fu has been completely suppressed, and it will only be a matter of time before he is completely defeated.
"This Young Master Murong is quite powerful and has learned a lot, but after all he is not good enough. He is not good enough to face a top swordsman like Yan Shisan!"
Song Xuan commented: "But this person's talent is really good, and he is still young. If someone gives him guidance, his future achievements may not be worse than Yan Shisan's."
Yao Yue seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "Does your husband have a desire to cherish talents?"
She said it more tactfully. As a wife, she knew very well that her husband was probably trying to cheat again at this moment.
Compared to Yan Shisan, who was obsessed with pursuing martial arts and didn't care about anything else, Murong Fu was ambitious and pursued worldly power and fame. Such a person was more suitable for recruiting people to serve under his command.
Nearly half of the Xuanyi Guard's combat strength is actually recruited from the civilian population. As a commander, it is one of the commander's rights and responsibilities to meet suitable people and join them in the Xuanyi Guard system!
Song Xuan nodded, he was indeed thinking of recruiting.
Although Murong Fu is classified as a villain in the Tianlong plot, in fact, this person just has a different stance and is forced to move forward step by step by the mission of the Murong family.
For people in the world of martial arts, Murong Fu was not suitable for friendship with someone like Murong Fu who was so focused on his career that he could abandon love and friendship for the sake of his career.
But for Song Xuan, this kind of ambitious master who pursues good face and fame is the most suitable to become a member of Xuan Yiwei.
In the distance, Yan Shisan used his fourteenth sword.
Tsk!
A streak of blood appeared on Murong Fu's cheek. His body trembled and he flew backwards. His arms were trembling uncontrollably and he could no longer hold the sword in his hand.
call out!
Not far away, thousands of cold stars appeared. After defeating Murong Fu with one sword, Yan Shisan's sword power did not stop. Instead, it became more fierce, and the sharp whistling sound caused the air to explode!
For people like Yan Shisan, life has no value in his eyes.
Murong Fu didn't even have the qualifications to let him use the fifteenth sword. Such a person would be dead if he died, and it would not cause any fluctuation in his mood.
Seeing the cold stars all over the sky converging into a single point, and arriving in front of him in an instant, Murong Fu was horrified, with a look of despair and unwillingness!
Why was the Duan clan of Dali retained the throne, while the Murong clan of Gusu's position as King of Yan disappeared in the long river of history?
He was not willing to die like this before his family's great cause was accomplished!
Buzz~~
In Murong Fu's desperate vision, Yan Shisan's long sword with the aura of death stopped inexplicably when it was only an inch away from his eyebrows.
He blinked blankly, and then he saw that at some point, the fatal sword that was irresistible in his eyes was being gently clamped between two fingers.
There was a faint fluorescent light wrapped around the slender fingers, which did not exude any power, but it blocked Yan Shisan's fourteenth sword so easily. No matter how the sword energy roared out from the long sword, it could not make an inch forward at all.
"clang!"
Song Xuan flicked his finger on the sword, and the deadly sword made a metallic roar. Yan Shisan's expression changed and he flew out with the sword, flying seven or eight miles away before landing on a mountain top. superior.
Yan Shisan was not surprised at all when he was defeated with one finger. It seemed that from the beginning, he knew how terrifying Song Xuan's strength was.
"You want to protect him?"
Song Xuan nodded and said, "That's right!"
Yan Shisan: "Can I know why?"
Song Xuan smiled and said, "Are you sure you want to know?"
Yan Shisan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Forget it, it's okay if I don't know!"
Yan Shisan didn't care at all whether Murong Fu was dead or alive. He might die by his own sword one day, so why would he care about the life or death of others.
Taking a deep breath, he cupped his fists and saluted, his expression solemn as never before, and he said in a deep voice: "Yan Shisan, please enlighten me!"
Song Xuan looked at Yan Shisan.
Yan Shisan was dressed in a black robe, with long black hair hanging casually on his shoulders. At a glance, the other person seemed to be a black shadow.
Yan Shisan likes black. Black symbolizes sadness, ominousness, and death. Black also symbolizes loneliness, pride, and nobility.
At this moment, the cold wind is blowing and the sun is setting in the sky.
At this time, Yan Shisan, after cupping his fists and saluting, his whole body seemed to have melted into the ink color of the earth.
Because he is too quiet.
Because he is too cold.
A kind of indifference and fatigue that has penetrated into the bone marrow, but it also carries a compelling murderous aura.
He was tired, maybe just because he had killed too many people, some of whom he shouldn't have killed.
He kills people because he has no choice.
The path he took was either to kill others or to be killed by others.
Today, Yan Shisan stared at Song Xuan, who was wearing a Confucian scholar's robe across from him, with a vague understanding in his heart.
He has killed people all his life, and today may be the moment to be killed.
He knew very well that as long as he made a move, he would most likely not survive, but he had no intention of retreating, because from the very beginning when he came to Leigu Mountain, he wanted to fight the person in front of him.
Whether it was Jiumozhi or Murong Fu just now, they were just preparing for the decisive battle at this moment.
Song Xuan looked at him quietly, "From the beginning when you came here, your target was me, right?"
Yan Shisan did not deny it, nodded and said: "There are some problems with my swordsmanship, but I don't know where the problem lies.
Therefore, I need to fight against the great master to prove where my martial arts went wrong. "
Song Xuan smiled, but he did not ask how the other party found his traces.
When they fought against the sweeping monk outside Juxian Manor, there were many people watching the battle, and Song Xuan and others did not specifically cover their whereabouts. If Yan Shisan was determined, he would naturally have a way to find traces of their group.
At this time, he asked Yan Shisan a question.
"Have you thought clearly? After this battle, even if I don't kill you, you won't survive!"
A rare smile appeared in Yan Shisan's indifferent expression, "I know my own situation very well. Since I realized the fifteenth sword, I can clearly feel that my life span is constantly passing.
Even if he restrained himself from drawing his sword, it would only be an extra half year of his life.
In this case, I would rather die under the sword of your great master! "
