It was late at night and a cool breeze began to blow in Tang Qi's alley.
In front of a towering ancient inn building, Ren Zihua and Chen Yuyu were in a stalemate with each other.
Or to be more accurate, Ren Zihua was being controlled by this uninvited guest who suddenly appeared. The wrist of his right hand that raised the sword was held tightly by the latter and could not move.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't you understand what's going on? Are you calling me arrogant?" Faced with the unreasonable accusation from the man behind him, Ren Zihua retorted unconvinced.
At the same time, he had already put his left hand into the magic storage space and held the broken sword.
Intuition seems to tell Ren Zihua that this person's strength should not be underestimated.
But since the previous battle had exhausted the magic power in his body, the only one he could rely on at this moment was Wan'er.
But just when Ren Zihua was getting ready to fight the enemy, Chen Yuyu let him go.
"Don't say I am attacking you, I will give you a chance to prepare." The man with a tiger tattoo on his face pushed Ren Zihua away and said with disdain, "Wait a minute, look where is the sword in your hand? Pass......"
Chen Yuyu's pupils gradually dilated as he stared at Xue Ye, and he suddenly asked loudly and in disbelief: "Boy, is this sword in your hand Xue Ye, one of the top ten famous swords in the Middle Ages?!"
"So what?" Ren Zihua, who was able to get away, flicked his wrist in displeasure, "Does it have anything to do with you?"
At this time, Chen Yi, who could no longer hold back his grievances, said with a hint of tears: "Brother! You are finally here, brother! If you don't come, your brother will be beaten to death!"
! ! ?
Feng Xiaolan and Li Wenqing were immediately shocked when they learned that Chen Yuyu, one of the Twelve Swordsmen who protected the country, was actually Chen Yi's brother.
Not to mention that Li Wenqing, who was already a bit timid, naturally had the idea of sneaking away, and even Feng Xiaolan couldn't help but become nervous at this moment.
As he spoke, Chen Yi crawled to Chen Yuyu's side and hugged his thigh. Ren Zihua, who had not yet understood the situation, was speechless when he saw this scene.
"I thought you drew your sword to help me when I saw an injustice on the road, but I didn't expect that you wanted to avenge your brother who failed to live up to his expectations." Ren Zihua said with a smile, "Let me say it first, your brother is too bullying. We are just doing justice for God and helping society teach him a lesson."
"The famous sword Xue Ye has always been one of the three famous medieval swords hidden deep in the palace. How come it is in your hands now?" It seemed that he ignored his brother's crying and Ren Zihua's provocative words, and he looked bad. Chen Yuyu said with fierce eyes, "Is it possible that you guys took advantage of the chaos and took away the royal treasure?"
Upon hearing this, Li Wenqing, the only one among the few who was similar in height to Chen Yuyu, was immediately frightened. He quickly defended Ren Zihua and said: "Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! That Xueye was given to him personally by Emperor Yinyue , it was definitely not stolen by us!"
Seeing his partner in such a panic, Ren Zihua became even more aware that this man named Chen Yuyu might have a lot of background, and he became more wary of him.
"Fart! What great thing did this boy do to save his country and the world? The emperor would give him such a precious thing?" Chen Yuyu said and pulled out the big sword on his back.
It was a large sword with an extremely beautiful blade. The clean blade reflected a very shining light. The shape was not as wide and thick as an ordinary swordsman's sword. It could even be said to be much beyond the ordinary. However, The length of the sword is no different from ordinary ones, so the sword in Chen Yuyu's hand gives people a very heavy feeling, which is in stark contrast to the sword in Feng Xiaolan's hand at this moment.
The former's sword looks as heavy as a rock, but the latter's sword looks as light as a feather.
"You must avenge me, brother!" Chen Yi saw that Chen Yuyu had already drawn his sword, so he added jealously, "They must be lying, you must teach them a lesson! Stealing such a heavy object is a capital crime. As the Twelve Swordsmen who protect the country, you have the right to execute people privately!"
Chen Yi's adding fuel to the fire completely frightened Li Wenqing. He looked at Chen Yuyu who was holding a sword at the moment, as if he was seeing the God of Death with a sickle in his hand.
"Hey! Don't talk nonsense! Feng Xiaolan and I saw it with our own eyes when the emperor gave him the sword that day! We really didn't do anything sneaky or illegal!"
Just as Li Wenqing finished his hurried defense, Chen Yuyu kicked his brother away.
"Stay here, you kid will never be able to do anything worthy of me, and I will be completely embarrassed by you!"
Chen Yi, who was already seriously injured, was kicked by his brother and spit out another mouthful of blood. This scene once again shocked everyone.
Is this guy so cruel to his brother? !
"President!" Liu Han, who had been standing next to him for a long time, ran over and helped Chen Yi.
"You are really unreasonable, can't you understand people's words?" As if he couldn't stand Chen Yuyu's arrogant and domineering attitude at the moment, Ren Zihua finally took out the broken sword from the magic storage space.
He holds Xue Ye in his right hand, the broken sword in which Wan'er's spirit body resides in his left hand, and Xue Ye's scabbard on his belt.
At this moment, Ren Zihua's whole body was filled with fierce fighting spirit. He seemed to have decided that the man in front of him was unreasonable, so he thought that he could only give him some color first.
I don't think I was afraid of the devil's son back then. With Wan'er, how can I be afraid of you, a tattooed social youth?
At this moment, Wan'er in the broken sword has already been connected with Ren Zihua and is ready to fight at any time.
"Wait a minute, Ren Zihua!" However, just when the inexplicable conflict between the two was about to break out, Feng Xiaolan blocked Ren Zihua with a sword. At this moment, Li Wenqing was too frightened by the situation in front of him to move. .
He never dreamed that Ren Zihua would be such an idiot who couldn't understand the situation. Seeing Feng Xiaolan standing in the middle, he only hoped that the latter could explain the embarrassing misunderstanding quickly so that the three of them would not die innocently in the Protectorate Ten. Under the blades of two swords.
Please, Feng Xiaolan!
"Your brother was injured by me." As soon as Feng Xiaolan said the first half of his sentence, Li Wenqing, who was still holding on to some hope, felt his eyes darken, "If you want revenge, just come at me."
It’s a mistake to make friends! Li Wenqing's legs gave way and he knelt down on the ground without tears.
Looking at Feng Xiaolan who was standing in front of Ren Zihua, Chen Yuyu showed an evil and arrogant smile: "You are quite talented, you boy!"
"What are you doing?" Seeing Feng Xiaolan standing in front of him, Ren Zihua was moved and a little angry at the same time. Although he knew that Feng Xiaolan was very capable, he still didn't want him to take risks for himself.
How could you let your friends fight when you started a fight?
"Let me do it. You cast high-level magic twice in a row. You probably don't have much magic left in your body now, right?" Feng Xiaolan turned around and said to Ren Zihua very calmly, "With your current sword With this skill, fighting against the Twelve Swords of the Protector of the Country is like hitting an egg against a stone."
The Twelve Swords of Protecting the Country? Ren Zihua, who had just learned the identity of the other party at this moment, couldn't help but frown.
No wonder he always felt familiar. It turned out to be one of the ten people from before.
This man who looks even more promiscuous than Chen Yi is actually one of the Twelve Swordsmen who protect the country? While he was full of doubts, he was also more cautious than before.
"but--"
"Wait a minute, do you think you are qualified to be my opponent?" Just as Ren Zihua was about to stop Feng Xiaolan, Chen Yuyu interrupted. The unhappy expression on his face seemed to indicate that he was already angry. On the verge of a critical explosion.
Seeing that Chen Yuyu was finally about to take action, Chen Yi on the side wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and showed a gloating smile.
Those two people are dead! As he thought like this, he seemed to feel that the pain on his body had eased a lot.
Without answering the other party, facing the powerful swordsman who stood at the top of the country's swordsmen, Feng Xiaolan just slowly held his unique long sword in front of him.
In the oriental classical alley shrouded in night, an unprecedented battle between the following is about to take place! !
A student who had not yet become a professional swordsman actually dared to openly challenge the Twelve Swordsmen of the Protector of the Country. Li Wenqing found in disbelief that Feng Xiaolan's serious face not only showed no trace of panic, but also showed a faint smile.
This guy...is really not in his right mind!
He thought this, but still held the hilt of his sword with his trembling right hand.
But even then, I can't watch him die in vain! I have to stop them!
"Your slender sword blade cannot withstand one of my slashes." The powerful red sword energy spurted out from Chen Yuyu's body. As it filled his big sword, several people around him instantly felt it. Its exaggeratedly powerful sword energy was pouring heavily on the ground like a downpour.
"No matter how broad the sword is, no matter how precious the famous sword is, if the sword wielder's ability is too low, it will be as thin as paper and as brittle as a dead leaf." Feng Xiaolan smiled slightly, and a blue sword energy enveloped him very softly. Although the sword energy released from his body was not as explosive as the red sword energy, the pressure of the strange sword energy that was too long conflicted with Chen Yuyu's red sword energy.
When Chen Yuyu noticed this, the contempt and arrogance on his face completely disappeared.
Ren Zihua on the side even widened his eyes in disbelief. He had secretly speculated on Feng Xiaolan's true strength more than once, but he never expected that he would be so ridiculously strong.
The pressure of this cyan sword energy must be at the seventh level at least, right? !
This level of sword energy actually burst out from a swordsman of the same age as himself. Ren Zihua had only thought that Feng Xiaolan's talent lay in sword skills, because the latter could see through his Taoxue Wuhen at a glance, but now it seems ...
Feng Xiaolan...what kind of monster are you? !
Just as he sighed in his heart, Chen Yuyu had already slashed at Feng Xiaolan with his sword.
"I will try my best to use my words!"
The moment the big sword filled with exploding red sword energy suddenly struck Feng Xiaolan, the powerful pressure from the sword set off another violent gust of wind.
Ruined! Although Li Wenqing was also shocked when Feng Xiaolan released the heaven-defying sword energy pressure, he still couldn't believe that there was a student in the world who could catch a blow from the Twelve Swords of Protecting the Country.
You know, the sword energy realm of those twelve people has all entered the tenth level that all swordsmen can only look up to!
If that guy dares to attack, the blade will be smashed to pieces!
It’s over! All is lost! Feng Xiaolan will die!
However, just when Li Wenqing closed his eyes in despair and felt remorse for his cowardice deep in his heart, a lotus painted with cyan sword energy appeared on the sole of Feng Xiaolan's feet.
"Second Style of Qinglian Sword Technique——" Ren Zihua, who was also worried about Feng Xiaolan, saw the former jump back nimbly, dodging the stunned slash, "Canghai Smile!"
Under the night sky, the green lotus flower at the young swordsman's feet suddenly bloomed with a blinding brilliance.
