Young White Horse, Invincible? I add points to Deep Blue!

"What about you two?" Li Qiye turned to look at the other two and asked

"Hey, Brother Li, you're welcome!"

Wang Yihang and Song Yanhui took several steps back. They knew this man's strength at Mingjian Villa. If they went up to him, they would be asking for a fight. They thought their swords were too long.

"That's right, Master Hua, and that Song... the one who cut off the water supply, he is a teachable kid."

Wang Yixing: "..."

Song Yan replied: "..."

The two looked embarrassed. They were obviously about the same age, and some were even older than you. How could this be appropriate? And what the hell was this nickname?

"I'm sorry! No matter what kind of relationship you have with that gentleman and Meng Sha, I will definitely take Mr. Gu away today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Ruofeng leaped up, as agile as a flying swallow, holding a long sword and stabbing it straight at Li Qiye's throat with lightning speed.

The speed of this sword was so fast, like lightning streaking through the night sky, making it difficult to see the trajectory of the sword.

Facing such a fierce attack, Li Qiye showed no sign of panic.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile: "Haha, mentioning that abominable old guy makes me feel angry. Since you are his disciple, it's a good opportunity for me to vent my anger!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qiye leaned slightly to one side, and the wrist holding the sword in his hand flexibly turned.

The originally extremely sharp sword instantly became like a soft whip, lashing Xiao Ruofeng's butt hard.

Then, Li Qiye moved quickly behind Xiao Ruofeng and swung his sword again, hitting the same spot with the back of the sword.

Xiao Ruofeng was beaten so hard that his teeth were grimacing, and the pain was unbearable, but he still held the Haoque Sword tightly in his hand, trying to fight back by changing his position and stabbing out colorful sword flowers.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he could not hit Li Qiye who was floating around like a ghost.

Every time when he thought he could succeed, Li Qiye would always be able to cleverly dodge the attack one step ahead, and then take advantage of his unpreparedness and hit his poor butt hard with the sword again.

"Hiss——" Wang Yihang, who was watching the game nearby, couldn't help but take a breath when he heard the clear and loud sound, and subconsciously reached out to cover his buttocks.

At the same time, he secretly thanked himself for not rushing forward to challenge, otherwise he would be the one suffering now.

Even Song Yanhui, who was always calm and composed, couldn't help but tremble after seeing this scene. His legs unconsciously tightened and he muttered to himself, "This is too cruel!"

It was as if I felt the pain that Xiao Ruofeng was suffering.

"A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. You are going too far." Xiao Ruofeng felt a surge of anger in his heart. He felt a burning pain in his buttocks. It was too embarrassing. He was being watched by so many people.

"Alas, I can only blame your master, that damn old man. I can't beat him, so I have to bully you." Although Li Qiye had intentional revenge, he was more upset with him.

If he wasn't a prince, he would really want to chop this guy down with a sword.

The interests of his brothers and the maintenance of the Xiao family's imperial power are always more important than anything else. For others, they are more likely to take advantage of them.

Hearing this, Xiao Ruofeng's face immediately darkened, and he couldn't help but complain to the gentleman, what did you provoke? In the end, I had to bear all the

"Sword Technique of Splitting a Nation"

Xiao Ruofeng's momentum suddenly changed, like a king commanding thousands of troops. When he swung his sword, it seemed that the soldiers and horses were roaring, and his momentum was magnificent.

"Not a bad sword technique, it contains the art of military formation, and aims to gather everyone's strength to destroy everything. There are few sword techniques in the world that can match it." Li Qiye praised.

He naturally knew that this was the sword technique created by the founding emperor of the Xiao family. It was said that the last move combined with the Heaven Slashing Sword could open a line between heaven and earth, and it was extremely powerful.

“But you haven’t mastered it yet.” Li Qiye said as he swung his sword, sweeping away thousands of troops. The shadows of the soldiers and horses were swept away by the sword energy.

With one sword, the roar stops!

"I lost!" Xiao Ruofeng sighed, and the Haoque sword in his hand was knocked away and stuck in the distance.

"So what if I lost? Who can be invincible forever? Didn't your damn old master bully the weak? He stole my wine and knocked me away."

"Um... this is something you might do, sir." Xiao Ruofeng was a little embarrassed

But it’s not right to use this kind of bullying on you and me. After all, there’s not much difference in age between us. Are you sure you’re not bullying on the weak?

As they fought fiercely, fists whistled and swords flashed.

At this moment, Yueluo and Guchen slowly approached each other. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the vicissitudes of life left traces on the two of them.

Especially Gu Chen, who is old, with gray hair and wrinkled skin. He is no longer the romantic and dashing Confucian immortal in his youth.

The two had not met for so many years, and they should have had a lot to say to each other, but at this moment, they just stared at each other quietly, their eyes full of complicated emotions, and they were speechless for a moment, not knowing how to start.

Finally, it was Gu Chen who broke the silence. He asked softly, "Yueluo, how have you been these years?"

His eyes are as gentle as water, which contains deep thoughts and endless love.

Yue Luo's eyes were calm, and she said with a slight smile: "Not bad. When I have nothing to do in my spare time, I will play the guqin in the warm room to kill time."

Her voice was as calm as a lake, without any ripples. She didn't sound strange or cold, nor did she sound overly intimate.

At first, Gu Chen thought that perhaps it was because they had been apart for too long that time had diluted the once passionate feelings between them.

However, the conversation that followed was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, causing his heart to sink.

"I'm sorry, I failed you. When faced with the life and death of the country, I resolutely chose the former, causing you to waste this beautiful time.

I once promised to brew a pot of peach blossom moon wine for you, but I still haven’t kept my promise.” Gu Chen’s tone was full of guilt and self-blame.

Hearing this, Yueluo sighed softly as if relieved, and then responded calmly: "The past has become a passing cloud, let them drift away with the wind."

"Yueluo, you..." Gu Chen's originally excited heart suddenly cooled down.

Yue Luo was not looking at Gu Chen, but looking at another person with affection. That person was Li Qiye who was blocking the enemy.

At this moment, Gu Chen finally understood why Yue Luo was so calm towards him and felt relieved.

"I understand..." Gu Chen seemed to have used a lot of effort to say this.

But think about it, I am too selfish. Why should I let a woman wait for me for so many years?

And now I look like a person who is about to return to the earth, but Yueluo still has a lot of life left, and she is not even forty years old!

Why bother accompanying an old man like him!

Chapter 58 My Sword is Thirsting

"Oh, it's so noisy here today!"

Suddenly, a loud voice broke through the sky like thunder and spread directly into the quiet courtyard, instantly startling everyone present.

"Not good, there is a strong murderous aura!"

Xiao Ruofeng's heart suddenly shook, and he quickly turned his head, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the courtyard like a hawk.

At this moment, two figures suddenly appeared in front of everyone like ghosts.

When I looked closely, I found that they were two strange people with very different body shapes and extremely strange clothes.

One of them is tall, while the other is relatively short.

"Who are you?" Baili Luochen was furious and shouted at the two strangers who suddenly broke in without being invited.

The tall and thin man who looked like Sha Wujing and whose whole body was a strange green color, had cold and sharp eyes and coldly spat out two words: "No way"

As for the other shorter man in fancy clothes, he gently straightened his clothes and showed a kind and amiable smile on his face. He looked like a kind Buddha descended to the earth.

I only heard him slowly say: "Wutian"

"Could it be that... you are the ones who came from the Heaven Beyond Heaven?"

Xiao Ruofeng's pupils shrank slightly, and the mysterious figures that Lei Mengsha had mentioned before immediately appeared in his mind.

Recently, there has been a mysterious and powerful force that has been secretly planning in Beili.

Its traces start from the southwest road and extend all the way, seemingly everywhere.

"Xiao Chongjing's son?"

Unable to look at Xiao Ruofeng with contempt and disdain, a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"How dare you call the emperor by his name!" Xiao Ruofeng said with a stern expression.

At the same time, he waved his arm, and the Haoque Sword that had been knocked out flew back into his hand as if being pulled by some invisible force.

Xiao Ruofeng gently drew out a sword flower and prepared to attack.

"Hahaha, little kid, you're not good enough. This is all you can do. Don't pretend to be a master in front of me. Let your master do it," said Wu Tian with a big belly, laughing.

"Really? If my master comes, I'm afraid you won't be able to run away in time." Xiao Ruofeng laughed.

"Okay, hurry up, the Pofeng Army outside the city is about to come in, we have to take him away immediately." Unable to look at Gu Chen in the courtyard

Obviously, they didn't want to waste time. Even if they were experts, they couldn't guarantee that they could easily lead people away from the huge army.

"Mr. Gu, please come with us. Don't force us to use force. After all, Xi Chu and our Beique were allies in the past," Wu Tian said with a smile, and took a few steps forward.

However, as the real owner of this courtyard, at this moment, he felt depressed.

When I first saw the moon set, I was overwhelmed with excitement. But as the conversation ended, that joy was gradually replaced by an inexplicable loneliness.

He stood there quietly, as if time had stopped.

After a moment of silence, Gu Chen finally faced the situation here and slowly spoke: "There is something that has always puzzled me. Since you already know that my identity is the Sword Immortal of Western Chu... then, why do you think you can take me away!"

At this point, he shouted angrily, startling countless fallen leaves in the courtyard, with a magnificent momentum.

"Haha, in that battle, you defeated the Wanjia Pofeng Army with one sword. Even if you survived by chance, you must have been seriously injured. How strong are you now?"

Gu Chen did not comment

"Western Chu has perished, but we still have remnants of Northern Que. Hand over the art of making medicine men to us, and we will help you avenge your death in the future, okay?" Wu Tian said kindly, clenching his fists.

Gu Chen shook his head. He regretted using this technique to poison people. It hurt people and he didn't want it to be used by someone with ulterior motives to harm the world.

As for the sword and technique in his hands, each of them will only have one inheritance. The former was taught to his disciple Baili Dongjun, and the latter was given to the old master of Yaowang Valley.

"Don't waste time. Get rid of these annoying people and take him back. Then we will have plenty of time and methods to torture him to find out the medicine man technique!"

Unable to rise suddenly, the strength of the Great Free Heaven Realm was revealed, and everyone only felt an invisible pressure spreading, but it was elusive.

The palm wind whistled past like a hurricane, carrying an extremely fierce momentum, and slapped everyone present fiercely.

This attack was extremely ruthless, as if it was going to kill everyone except Gu Chen.

At the same time, another person, Wu Tian, ​​flashed and rushed towards Gu Chen like a ghost.

Wu Tian wanted to take advantage of this chaotic opportunity to subdue Gu Chen in one fell swoop.

At this critical moment, a loud shout resounded throughout the venue: "Want to take action? Ask the sword in my hand first if it agrees!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Qiye suddenly swung out a sword.

It instantly cut through the sky and slashed straight towards the two men.

The sword was so powerful that it forced the two men to stop.

"Well, I didn't expect that there is a powerful swordsman hidden among them," Wu Tian said in surprise

"At this age, he must be born with a natural martial vein. How lucky! Maybe we can bring him back together." He couldn't show a rare smile.

"Haha, you guys? No one can take it away today, and you have to leave your life behind." Li Qiye smiled coldly.

His sword is thirsty!

As for the innate martial vein, does he need it? The life of a cheater only needs to be upgraded.

"Let me do it. These two are masters who have served in the Great Free Heaven Realm for a long time. How can you be their opponent alone?"

Gu Chen looked at Yue Luo and exhaled, then walked up to Li Qiye, and he had a sword in his hand.

"It's been a long time since I drew my sword!" Gu Chen flicked the sword.

"Finally I saw the sword of the Sword Immortal of Western Chu——asked"

Unable to take a step forward, he looked at it a few more times, but immediately he showed doubts: "This sword seems to be wrong?"

"That's not quite right. It is said that the Dao Sword is an ancient bronze sword, but this sword is an iron sword. It is not heavy but light and elegant." Wu Tian shook his head.

"His name has not changed, it is not Taoism, and I have always used this sword," Gu Chen explained.

"Could it be that... you are not the sword immortal Gu Mo of Western Chu, but the Confucian immortal Gu Chen!" Wufa and Wutian looked at each other and exclaimed

"It's me. The Sword Immortal of Western Chu, Gu Mo, was buried on that battlefield a long time ago."

Gu Chen seemed to be nostalgic, thinking of the past, but everything was gone and irreversible, even...