Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 253 [Challenge the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a]

The middle-aged man knew in his heart that the young man wanted to get back his sword and hold the peach blossom branch, and said with a smile:
"In this fight, if Senior Li and Old Monster Wang can't fight, it's just a show. If you want to get this sword back, I think it's too much.

If you think about it carefully, thousands of flying swords lost their power to control them, and all of them fell from the sky in a mess, all over the ground.

Can you recognize that sword is yours?

As you can recognize, in Wudi City, countless heroic swordsmen are all rushing to snatch it.

Come to think of it, among them, there are many people who fish in troubled waters and take advantage of others.

With your small body, can you get it back?
Still want to return things to their original owners?

It's useless for you to burn high incense!
Furthermore, this result is not bad.

If by any chance, the Broken Arm Sword God really fought with Old Man Wang, nine out of ten of the thousands of flying swords would be destroyed.

Your sword has mediocre aptitude, and with a wave of old man Wang's hand, it shattered into powder.

However, in my opinion, Senior Li borrowed the sword this time, which is a good one.

You kid bought the sword, so you don't have the heart to do chores for me anymore.

Feel your conscience and talk about it, these days, cooking and cooking, do you have half your mind in the past? "

To be exact, this young man was originally a sword boy, or he was considered a half-disciple.

But at this moment, he exclaimed angrily:
"The old man talks a lot, I just started, and then it's endless, my ears are callused!"

The middle-aged man, dressed in coarse linen, is really as rumored. His temper is so good that he seems to have lost his temper. This level is beyond compare.

Most of the masters in the world are not in a bad mood.

Cultivation means cultivating nature, cultivating spirit, cultivating heart...

Holding a peach blossom branch in his hand, Deng Tai'a smiled and said:
"Okay, I'll shut up."

The young man was originally a sword boy, but he had never carried a sword for the master, so he sighed:
"Master, can I tell you something?"

Leading the donkey into the city, standing on the main road, looking towards the inner city, the middle-aged man smiled and said:
"Senior Li and old man Wang, gods are fighting, aren't you embarrassing me?"

Jiantong stepped back and said hehe:
"Master, why don't you take advantage of the chaos and pick up seventeen or eight swords for me?

Anyway, master, you are picking up, not stealing, and not robbing, what does it matter! "

Deng Tai'a smiled knowingly, and said: "Look, I just said, where should I save my face.

If I carry more than a dozen swords on my shoulders and run on the street, does that count as honoring me? "

Jiantong's heart was as dead as gray, and with a mournful face, he said:

"Following the master, for more than 600 miles, I worked as a cow and a horse, and lived a hard life.

With great difficulty, I saved 17 taels of silver and used all of it to buy swords.

If I had known today, even if I was beaten to death, I wouldn’t have come to this shit Wudi City, shit would be a mess! "

The middle-aged man saw that the young man was faintly crying, and said with a headache:
"Okay, okay, when there is no one around, I will pick up a good sword for you."

The young man's face changed suddenly, and he said with a bright smile: "Master, are you tired, I'll help you carry the bookcase."

The middle-aged man laughed angrily:
"Virtue!
It's not a donkey who is tired when you carry the bookcase. If so, I might as well be more tired than myself. "

Like Lao Huang, this is also a person who loves donkeys.

The sword boy grinned and looked up at the city. In the sky, there was a vast sword curtain, gloomy, covered with clouds and the sun, with a dazed expression, and asked softly:

"Master, tell me, if this fight really breaks out, who will win?"

Deng Tai'a smiled and said casually:

"The battle of life and death, the outcome of two people, between five and five.

If it's just a competition of martial arts, old man Wang has a better chance of winning this fight. "

Jiantong twitched his lips, rolled his eyes and said:
"This Li Chungang is too useless. He only wants to frighten people. Isn't he an embroidered pillow?"

The middle-aged man holding a peach blossom rarely showed a dignified expression, and said in a deep voice:
"Sanlu, don't be disrespectful to Senior Li!"

Seeing that the master was angry, the young man finally didn't dare to speak out, and obediently let out a cry.

Immediately, with a look of unwillingness, he said:

"That old man Wang is nothing more than a dog sitting on a dog dung pile, claiming to be the king himself.

If you put all your strength into it, master, you will definitely beat him until his parents don't even know him. "

The middle-aged man shook the peach blossom branch twice in his hand, laughed dumbfoundedly, shook his head and said:

"If you beat old man Wang violently, this old man will have no hope in his life.

If your kid was born before me to learn swords, maybe it is still possible. "

When getting along with his master, Jiantong has never cared about each other's identities. At this moment, he seemed to be angry and hummed vigorously.

But deliberately missed the second half of the master's words.

Even though he belittled Wang Pifu like that, the young man also knew how much he was.

Just him?Beat Wang Xianzhi violently?

Hehe, it's okay in the dream!

The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously, and said slightly in a daze:

"You children, you don't understand what it means to say "Li Chungang was not born in the sky, but the way of swords lasts forever like night".

Over the past 500 years, there have been countless talented swordsmen, but in the end, there is only this old senior whose swordsmanship is as good as Lu Zu's!
As for me, in killing people, I may be lucky enough to be one or two stronger than Senior Li, but it is only slightly better.

However, in terms of swordsmanship, I am far behind. "

Jiantong is also very knowledgeable, so he only picks up some pleasant words to say, and said with a smile on his face:
"Isn't sword practice just to fight and kill people?"

The man held a peach blossom branch and said with a smile:

"With this insight, you think clearly!"

The young sword boy was riding on the donkey, and the young man put on an air of arrogance, waiting to watch the battle, but he didn't see Old Monster Wang appearing for a long time, so he asked:

"Master, the mysterious lunatic you mentioned earlier, who reopened the gate of heaven and beheaded the immortals in the sky, will he come to Emperor Wu City today?"

Hearing this, Deng Tai'a was stunned for a moment, shaking the peach blossom branch in her hand, said:

"The man has arrived, but there is no sound. I can't find the slightest trace of his breath. What a good way!"

Jiantong rode upside down on the donkey, scratched the back of his head, and said with a puzzled look:

"Master, you said earlier that if he came to Wudi City, he would definitely challenge you, weren't you joking?"

The middle-aged man said helplessly: "How can you joke about such an important matter."

Jiantong was silent for a long time, and asked: "Master, can you beat him?"

Deng Tai'a narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Whether you can win the fight or not, you will only know after you have fought."

After all, the middle-aged man kept spinning the peach blossom branch in his hand, but suddenly stopped his hand, gasped in surprise, and said with a smile:

"coming!
You boy, have a good day today.

This fight really started.

It's definitely not thunder and rain. "

In the inner city, in the attic, came a voice, the sound was like a bell, resounding through the sky.

"Invite the old sword god to leave the city and fight Wang in the sea!"

In Wudi City, countless people raised their heads at the same time.

In the sky, a burly white shadow, like a comet, blasted from the top of the attic towards the surface of the East China Sea.

There are thousands of flying swords, and the point of the sword tip changes instantly, pointing directly at the East China Sea.

In the city, a one-armed old man jumped up to strike him with a sword.

Yu Jian went to the East China Sea.

The strongest battle in the world!
Great attention!

(End of this chapter)