"These people are so powerful. When did so many masters of martial arts appear in the world? And they are all young."
Ding Linglin couldn't help but exclaimed.
Li Muchan sighed: "The answer is very simple, because they are all members of the 'Blue Dragon Society'."
The past of this most mysterious force in the world is unknown, but it is undeniable that it has undoubtedly ushered in the most powerful and terrifying driver, the Great Dragon Head.
Lu Xiaojia had looked at the fallen swordsman, especially the sword in his hand, which made his pupils shrink involuntarily, but he still said casually: "Sword of Immortality."
Guo Ding's expression also changed: "This sword finally reappeared in the world."
In just one day, two of the seven weapons that were so powerful in the past were suspected to have appeared, and this sword actually appeared under his nose.
Lu Xiaojia had already walked towards the downtrodden swordsman.
In this world, some people live and die for fame. They spend their whole lives seeking power and profit, and climb higher regardless of their own safety. But there is still a very small group of people. What they need more is an opponent, a sense of presence, a strong enemy, especially those who are of the same mind and equally matched opponents; because they desire to be stronger, and the meaning of being stronger is to "win." ".
Lu Xiaojia could already feel the sword intent in the opponent's body, so he walked over.
Guo Ding also wanted to move.
He looked at the mysterious swordsman in a cloak who looked like a lonely soul.
This man is very scary, with no trace of murderous intent in his body, but he himself seems to be the most perfect interpretation of the word "death".
When their eyes met, Guo Ding's face suddenly turned pale. In a daze, he saw a fierce sword coming out of his eyes and piercing straight through his dark eyes. It was unimaginable that he was snatched away by the gods in an instant.
There was no expression on Guo Ding's face, but his eyes turned red in an instant, the veins on his forehead were faintly bulging, and there were blood vessels on the back of his hands. When he was about to draw his sword, everything was suddenly interrupted by an old figure from behind. Block.
Li Muchan took the Blue Mountain Ancient Sword and walked towards the swordsman in black.
The black-clothed swordsman's eyes were unwavering and calm, like a two-sided ink pool with no bottom.
Li Muchan moved, and so did the man. He raised his sword and turned around. With a sudden swipe, he cut through the blue waves of the lake like an arrow from the string, and shot far into the depths of the night.
Li Muchan followed closely behind, taking a few steps forward like a shooting star. Suddenly she fluttered her sleeves towards the ground, and took advantage of the strong wind blowing under her feet to fly up, chasing after him like a bird.
The two stepped on the blue waves, one after the other, chasing each other. The black-clothed swordsman suddenly heard a terrifying sword chant that hit his heart and lungs in his palm, and a black light turned like a poisonous dragon, piercing Li Muchan's face and between his eyebrows.
The ancient Lanshan sword in Li Muchan's hand also vibrated. The sound of the sword was clear and distant, like the reverberation of a quiet spring in the mountain. The long sword pointed at an angle and hit his wrist with its force.
The bright moon hung high above their heads, and the two of them were still riding the waves, fighting and walking.
Then he saw the two swords' blades slanting together, colliding in the air, and the swords touching each other.
The two of them were close at hand, their eyes facing each other.
Looking at this man, these eyes, and this ruthless swordsmanship, Li Muchan suddenly wanted to laugh out loud and scream.
Because he still has friends. In this Jinling City, where intrigues and intrigues are common and people are sinister, and everyone is likely to betray him, frame him, and plot against him, Li Muchan suddenly looked back and suddenly realized that he still had a friend.
This person turned out to be... Yan Shisan.
Although he is no longer afraid of being plotted by others, let alone betrayed by others, he does long for friends in his heart.
Shangguan Xiaoxian is not his friend. That woman may become his mortal enemy or mortal enemy. Even if she becomes a confidante or a pillow lover, she will never become a friend.
And there are very few people who are willing to be friends with him today, and there will definitely be even fewer in the future.
Even a hero like Ye Kai who loves life will never be friends with him, because in the future he will have to take a road where it will be difficult for him to meet close friends. He is doomed to live in hatred and conspiracy. Compete with others.
But he didn't care, never cared.
Everything in this world is destined to be give-and-take. He has been used to the despicableness of people's hearts, and if he wants to survive these numerous killings and survive to the end, standing tall, friends are already a luxury for him.
Like love.
How many people, how many heroes, heroes, and geniuses have lost their arrogance, ambition, and spirit because of these two words. The top people who should have been famous all over the world ended up being reduced to ordinary people because of a woman. , and finally died with their eyes open, and most of them died without a burial place.
But not caring doesn't mean he resists.
Li Muchan still longs for a confidant. It is precisely because he is in this world full of betrayals and conspiracies that he understands the value of a friend.
Moreover, a person of flesh and blood can never resist his inner desires.
Just like those flowers and plants, they all grow toward the sun.
He may win people's hearts in the future, but people's hearts are never friends. They are just compromises driven by interests. They are hawks and dogs, and they are subordinates. Just like those people who are invited to a banquet, everyone compliments him and fawns over him, which seems to be what people's hearts want. Love is just money, it has a time limit.
Maybe he will also gain loyalty, but just like Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming, how can they be friends.
With a true friend, you never have to worry about his betrayal, you never have any doubts, you know each other from the bottom of your heart, and treat each other with sincerity.
Fortunately, he still has a friend! ! !
He was convinced that this man was his friend, and perhaps his only friend in the future.
Li Muchan really wanted to yell, but he held it back because this man was already one of the dragon heads of the Blue Dragon Society.
In the past three years, there has been no news about this person. He should have guessed that it was the swordsman prodigy that Dalong was talking about.
But Li Muchan didn't dare to look for it, didn't dare to confirm it, and never even went to Yan's ancestral hall, because he was really worried that if people knew that he had such a friend, he would be killed and killed every step of the way.
Li Muchan's eyes burned brightly, and he suddenly shouted: "What a swordsmanship!"
The swordsman in black in front of him had a dark look in his eyes, and the sword light in his hand was even more fierce. It suddenly surged, and a dark cold light emerged from the sword. He hesitated, wrapping the sword and covering the edge, and it turned out to be sword light.
Li Muchan could already clearly see the coldness in the other person's eyes, the smile beneath the coldness, and a hint of worry.
The man had recognized him.
The ancient sword in his hand also had a surge of sword light, and the already blue sword suddenly burst into a dazzling blue light. The three-foot-seven-inch sword seemed to have grown longer in an instant, and it was imminent.
The two swords struck again, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal. The two were already fighting inextricably, and huge waves immediately appeared on the lake.
At least in the eyes of others, this was definitely an extremely dangerous and fierce battle, and the people who watched it were frightened and dizzy.
"Ancestral Hall."
During the fight, Li Muchan vaguely heard these two words, quick and slight, inaudible.
But then there are three more words.
"Two dragon heads?"
This voice was not from Yan Shisan.
Instead, it floated from the lakeside, very familiar.
Everyone followed the sound and saw Shangguan Xiaoxian, dressed in fiery scarlet clothes, coming from not far away with his hands behind his back, smiling eyes crooked, looking towards the lake.
There is a boat on the lake, and there is someone on the boat, a woman in white.
Two dragon heads.
"It's embarrassing!"
The two sides looked at each other and couldn't help but say more. Shangguan Xiaoxian kept walking, as if she came just for this person. Under the shocked and horrified gazes of everyone, she walked step by step from the lakeside to the lake, and then from the lake to the lake. A small boat and finally got on it.
One is unparalleled and unparalleled, while the other is domineering and powerful.
Just for a moment when Shangguan Xiaoxian landed, there was a sudden boom, as if earth-shattering, and the whole boat actually left the lake, spinning like a top into the sky.
Two beautiful figures on the boat instantly fought together.
(End of chapter)
