Legend of Swordsman

Every body shape is full of magnificence, and the light wheels of different colors condensed by Yan Li shine on the entire heaven.

It made the majestic figure in the emperor's clothes look a little sad.

But any Yanxian who can come to this heavenly court is by no means so stupid.

The dignified figure capable of ascending to the throne and destroying dozens of emperors by his own power is hundreds of millions of times more terrifying than he revealed.

Looking at the mighty emperor who stepped on the sky, Jian Wushuang finally saw the true face.

For a time, in the vast square of this giant palace, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The question with anger is obviously from the emperor's mouth.

The little emperor looked up at the emperor Weiyi standing at the top of the cloud, and said quietly, "Go back to the emperor, and the son will not dare."

"Then what were you doing just now, do you want to stain the heavens?" Another question was issued with a question.

Immediately afterwards, the emperor Zhenwuyang came to Haohan Square with endless momentum.

"They are all your siblings. As a prince, not only did you not lead by example, but you have lost your identity again and again, why should I dare not deal with you?"

Little Emperor did not say a word, and there was no fear in his lowered eyelids.

At that moment, the figure of Yu Bo's black robe slowly came to Emperor Zhenwu Yang and whispered, "Emperor and little emperor have not made a big mistake, it is not unforgivable. After the banquet, Dispose again. "

The body of Weiyi glanced at the little emperor, and then to Yu Bo. There was helpless flashes in his eyes, "Well, let's have a feast first."

At the end of the speech, he took the lead into the main hall, and then followed ninety-nine old men carrying all kinds of Huamang, followed with a smile.

"Good." Hundreds of Yanxian promised in unison.

The son stared at Chen Qing and others fiercely, and then strode into the main hall.

This farce finally ended with the presence of Emperor Zhenwuyang.

Xiaodijun gave them a deep look, and then came to Jianwushuang and others.

He seemed tired, grinning reluctantly, "Come on, the feast is about to begin."

"Little Emperor, did you hurt anything?" Chen Qing was worried.

He shook his head, then stepped into the hall under the guidance of a thin purple robe.

Inside the main hall, the emperor Zhenwuyang sat on the throne. On his side, the gloomy little emperor sat on the side of the head.

Yu Bo is like a black sculpture, standing behind the emperor.

In the vast hall, the elders who carried the wheels of various colors sat side by side and sat down on the sides, slightly down the first position, is the sons in white kimonos.

Under the instruction of Xiaodijun, Jian Wushuang and the others sat down with the six sons, but they were clearly distinguished.

Sitting in the misty clouds, Jian Wushuang looked at his nose with his eyes and his nose, but he didn't care about the scrutiny cast by the boys on the opposite side.

Immediately afterwards, Chunqiu, who was sitting next to him, lowered his voice and said, "Brother Jian, I really didn't expect that one day I could come to the heaven of Zhenwuyang."

"Don't do anything stupid." Jian Wushuang looked at him and smiled slightly.

Chunqiu nodded, "Relax, I know how important it is."

In the low-pitched conversation from time to time, a fairy came from the cloud and presented a plate of precious fruits.

Zhen Wuyang sat on the throne, looked at this heavenly court with a smile, and then gave a more exaggerated emotion.

From this emotion, Jian Wushuang also knew about this heavenly feast, and it has only been five times since its first opening.

Held every other Chinese New Year.

Jian Wushuang doesn't know exactly how long this year will be. According to preliminary estimates, it is likely that the time of the ten galaxies will be broken ...

Time has long been the most meaningless thing here. After the achievement of Yanxian, Shouyuan is endless, except for the destruction of external forces. Even the so-called Mingming Heavenly Dao may have little effect on Yanxian.

After all, the creation of the Avenue of Heaven and Earth, the ultimate order, is likely to come from the hand of a certain fairy.

Those old men who have carried various rounds of light and have reached a level so high that even Chen Qing feels dazed, is to help Zhen Wuyang to open up the heavens, the first veteran who boarded the emperor, won the trust of Zhen Wuyang, even if it is the seat of the six sons, Not as good as them.

It is an honor to be able to enter the heavenly court for the banquet, so even a humble immortal at the moment is in the heaven domain controlled by Zhen Wuyang and belongs to the existence of the top.

As the table in front of him was gradually filled with precious fruits, a beautiful fairy was also overwhelming.

Chen Qing, who was sitting on the side of Jian Wushuang, had a pair of bright eyes attached to the fairy from beginning to end without leaving.

"Guangxianzi, it's me. I don't remember me? I'm Chen Qing, who controls Jingchuan. Last time we were still talking in the Fengtai."

Looking at the fairy who was leaning over and pouring wine, Chen Qing's eyes widened and talked.

The fairy pouted, "I don't remember."

"It doesn't matter if you remember, when the banquet is over, I'm still listening to the wind tower. How are you?" Chen Qing grinned.

The fairy smiled and returned without the answer, holding the jade pot.

"There is a play!" Chen Qing whispered, excited.

Hearing the whole course of Jian Wushuang, he smiled slightly, picked up the glass of wine, and tasted it in a sip.

As these fairies retreated, nearly thirty fairies came to the cloud, dancing in the center of the temple, and the sleeves transformed into a beautiful water sleeve.

"Brother Sword, I think your age should be small, but there is a sweetheart. If not, brother, let me match you up?" Chen Qing leaned up with a glass of wine and smiled faintly.

"Farewell, you still have to worry about your own problems first. I already have a person in my heart, and I will never forget it." Jian Wushuang replied, his voice firm.

Chen Qing heard the words and nodded his head ~ www.readwn.com ~ The sword brothers' heart is firm, no wonder that such a mindset can reach Lin Yanxian. "

No answer, looking at the fairy with long sleeves and good dancing in front of him, and the slightly noisy sound around him, Jian Wushuang actually sat down.

Chen Qing couldn't help crying and laughing. After Jian Wushuang and He Chunqiu had a drink, he began to appreciate the dancing posture.

Zhen Wuyang was sitting on the emperor's seat, and looked at the little emperor sitting next to him from time to time. He seemed to want to say something to ease some atmosphere, but the little emperor seemed to feel nothing at all, just drinking one glass after another.

In the end, Zhen Wuyang couldn't hold back, leaning forward and whispering, "Yan'er, how have you been all these years?"

"Back to the emperor, it was not bad." The little emperor said calmly, and then he disappeared.

"Six days there is too far away, after this banquet, you come to live with me." Zhen Wuyang asked him again.

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