Chapter 339: Xiao Se vs. Luo Qingyang
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Ruojin has returned to the palace and learned about Luo Qingyang’s inquiry about Jian Tianqi.

The three brothers Xiao Chong, Xiao Se and Xiao Yu were called into the palace immediately.

No one knew what the four father and sons said, but today when Lei Wujie came on the field and was defeated instantly by Luo Qingyang’s sword, Xiao Se jumped down from the teahouse.

He was wearing a gorgeous fur coat worth thousands of gold, his whole body hidden under the fox fur coat. He yawned lazily, walked forward slowly under the gaze of everyone, looked at Luo Qingyang and said weakly: “Yong’an King Xiao Chuhe came to ask for the sword.”

Luo Qingyang nodded, not showing any dissatisfaction with his tone, nor was he surprised that the person who came was him. He just said “OK” lightly, and then asked: “Where is your sword?”

Xiao Se smiled, reached out to take off the fox fur coat, and slowly drew out the sword from his waist.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Even Luo Qingyang couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment, and then his indifferent expression finally changed, and a hint of anger appeared.

Wooden sword?!
This shows how much she despises Luo Qingyang that she would only take out a wooden sword.

“Lone Sword Immortal, please teach me.” Xiao Se clasped his fists slightly, and the sword intent suddenly rose up, rushing straight into the sky with a force as unstoppable as if he wanted to poke a big hole in the sky.

The majestic sword intent made the swords of countless swordsmen present vibrate continuously, as if they were about to be unsheathed.

Luo Qingyang’s expression instantly became serious. He glanced at Xiao Se and whispered, “Wandering in the Mysterious Realm?”

Xiao Se gently stroked the sword with his left hand: “Lucky.”

Luo Qingyang shook his head: “There is no such thing as luck for those who can enter the state of trance. You are very good, come on.”

Xiao Se said no more. He leaped up and stabbed the wooden sword in his hand straight at Luo Qingyang. His momentum was extremely domineering and brutal.

In this small space, there is no hope of survival.

No life!

Luo Qingyang’s Jiuge sword was also unsheathed in an instant, and the attack he made was also the extremely ferocious and dangerous Great Siming Sword Dance.

Both of them skipped the initial test and were full of murderous intent as soon as they attacked.

The two swords collided and sword energy spread out. The onlookers who were closer felt their sleeves being torn and suddenly felt a burning pain on their faces. They touched their faces and found that they had been cut by the sword energy. They retreated quickly in fear.

“Can Chu He beat Luo Qingyang?”

On the city wall, Xiao Ruojin asked Chu Zhao with some concern.

“Although they are both in the Divine Wandering Profound Realm, there is still a gap between them. Luo Qingyang is slightly stronger.”

“Is Chu He okay?”

Chu Zhao glanced at Xiao Ruojin and said calmly: “Even if Luo Qingyang dies, Xiao Se will not die.”

Xiao Ruojin was stunned for a moment, then started laughing.

Come to think of it, with Chu Zhao around, there’s no way anything would happen to his son.

After all, although he did not see the three sword-chasing matches three days ago, he had heard that Chu Zhao injured Luo Qingyang with just a glance.

Luo Qingyang is nothing to worry about.

Below, Luo Qingyang and Xiao Se passed each other. Luo Qingyang turned around and exclaimed, “Swordsmanship that can split a nation, the realm of extinction. I didn’t expect to see the swordsmanship of the Xiao royal family in this lifetime. It is said that His Majesty Xiao Yi conquered the world with this sword. I am lucky to have seen it.”

Xiao Se also turned around, still with a lazy look on his face: “Your Nine Songs Sword Dance is also good, not inferior to our Xiao family’s Lie Nation Sword Technique.”

Luo Qingyang smiled and asked with some doubt: “What is your sword? Why can it withstand the sword technique of splitting a country?”

On the street, in the teahouse.

Hearing this, Li Fansong was puzzled and immediately looked at Xie Xuan.

“What does Lone Sword Immortal mean by this?”

“The Lie Nation Sword Technique was created by Xiao Yi, the Emperor of the Beili Kingdom. It is the heaviest sword of killing in the world and the sword technique is extremely fierce. Ordinary swords simply cannot withstand this sword technique. The Tianzhan Sword used by Emperor Xiao Yi back then had no pressure at all, and the Haoque used by Xiao Ruofeng could also withstand it. However, apart from the ten famous swords, it is really difficult to find a sword that can match it, not to mention the wooden sword that Xiao Se is using now.” Xie Xuan explained.

Li Fansong nodded: “It seems that the wooden sword is not simple.”

It is indeed not simple. After Xiao Se said the name of the sword, many people were dumbfounded.

“Heaven Slash.”

“Heaven-Slaying Sword?” Luo Qingyang looked strange.

“Yes, the wooden sword Tianzhan was carved by my uncle.” Xiao Se waved the sword.

A long wind swept by.

Xiao Se’s body moved violently.

He had already arrived in front of Luo Qingyang with a sword in hand.

There was a whistling sound coming from the sword.

“This is the sword power of Uncle Wang of Langya.” Xiao Chong closed his eyes and listened to the familiar voice: “Yes, Breaking the Wind.”

Xiao Se directly ascended to a higher realm, from Jue Sheng to Po Feng.

Luo Qingyang’s sword power suddenly changed and became ghostly. Every strike of his sword was silent, vicious and ghostly.

Nine Songs Sword Dance, Mountain Ghost.

When Tianzhan hit Jiuge, the whistling sound of the wind stopped instantly, as if he was brought into a silent world.

In this world, only Luo Qingyang and his sword were left. His movements were ghostly, cold and fierce, just like the ghost in the mountains.

However, this situation only lasted for a moment.

A moment later, a sword energy shot up into the sky, instantly tearing apart the mountain ghost’s murderous aura.

The silent world was broken, the wind was howling, and faintly, there seemed to be the sound of a dragon’s roar.

Xiao Se swung his sword and cut off Luo Qingyang’s sleeve.

In other words, Luo Qingyang retreated quickly, otherwise instead of cutting off a sleeve, his entire arm would have been cut off.

The corners of Xiao Se’s mouth slightly raised. At this moment, there was no trace of laziness in him anymore, instead he was filled with pride and unrivaled pride.

“It’s Jinglong!” Even someone as calm as Xie Xuan stood up excitedly at this moment: “The third level of Lieguo Sword Technique, Jinglong!”

“The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragons dance all night.” Xiao Se lightly spins the sky slash and smiles faintly: “Mr. Luo, there is no need for anyone to hide anything. We can’t skip the Nine Songs Sword Dance one by one and go straight to the national mourning.”

Luo Qingyang, his grey shirt fluttering in the wind, smiled faintly, and then nodded: “Okay, as you wish.”

Jiuge sword rises.

The sword wind danced wildly and the whistling sound suddenly rose!
Amid the sword wind, it seemed as if thousands of warriors were singing a sad song.

It was not the first time that everyone present had seen this magnificent and peerless sword dance of national sorrow, but seeing it again, they were still infected by the alluring sadness. They felt an inexplicable sadness rising in their hearts and could not help but want to shed tears.

It is conceivable how much impact Xiao Se is suffering from the sword force.

Luo Qingyang brandished his sword and sang loudly: “Holding Wu spears and wearing rhinoceros armor, the chariots are in a mess and the short weapons are fighting. The flags cover the sun and the enemies are like clouds, arrows fly and the soldiers compete for the first place. They rush past my formation and trample my march, the left horse is killed and the right is wounded. I tie up four horses with two wheels, and beat the drum with jade clubs…”

Listening to Luo Qingyang singing “National Martyrdom” to gather momentum, the eyeless eyes next to Chu Xinghe flashed with excitement, and he said faintly: “How are you going to deal with this peerless sword, Xiao Se?”

“stupid!”

“Huh?” Wushuang turned his head with a puzzled look and looked at Chu Zhao who suddenly spoke.

“Yeah, it’s really stupid.” The Chu An brothers all nodded in agreement. Among them, Chu Ye said, “Knowing that Luo Qingyang was gathering his strength, he was still waiting foolishly. If I had just used a thunder spell to blast him directly, he would have been stupid.”

“This…” Wushuang was stunned: “Xiao Se also needs to gather strength, and this is not upright enough, right?”

Chu Zhao shook his head and said with a smile: “If you win, someone will naturally endorse you. Even if you sneak attack, people will say you are upright. If you lose, does it matter whether you are upright or not?”

Chu Yang took over the conversation: “As for what you said about gathering strength… It is undeniable that Xiao Se also needs to gather strength. But when the strength is not as good as the opponent, one point more or one point less is not that important.”

Their conversation did not affect the two people below.

Xiao Se held the Sky-Slaying Sword in his hand, stirring up the wind and clouds, and the dragon roar in the clouds became louder and louder.

Luo Qingyang’s eyes were as sharp as blades, and he sang and danced loudly.

“The heavens are angry and the gods are mad, killing everyone and abandoning the wilderness… When the body dies, the spirit becomes a ghost, and your soul becomes a heroic ghost.”

As soon as the word “hero” came out of his mouth, Luo Qingyang swung his sword, and the huge sword shadow rushed straight towards Xiao Se.

At the same time, Xiao Se slashed with a sword, and a golden dragon emerged from the sea of ​​clouds, roaring to meet the sword that seemed to destroy the world.

The two swords collided, and the energy was vibrating, as if the entire Apocalypse City was shaking. “Puff!”

“puff!”

Both of them vomited blood and retreated at the same time. Xiao Se retreated ten feet before he could steady himself, while Luo Qingyang retreated three feet.

High judgment.

“You lose.” Luo Qingyang said in a faint voice.

“I still have one sword.” Xiao Se smiled faintly and raised the Tianzhan in his hand again.

“Well, that’s just right. I still have one sword.” Luo Qingyang rarely smiled and started dancing with the sword again.

This time, Xiao Se did not let Luo Qingyang gather his strength in peace, but instead used Lei Wujie’s “Sword Curse Technique”.

He suddenly shouted, “Hey, Luo Qingyang, you old bastard.”

When these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked, except Chu Zhao’s entire family and Xiao Yu.

Even Luo Qingyang was stunned for a moment.

Xiao Se took a deep breath and cursed, “You old bastard, you have been hiding yourself like a turtle for more than ten years, and you think you have mastered a peerless magic skill, so you come to Tianqi City to cause trouble.

You want to ask Jian Tianqi City, has Tianqi agreed?

Did our Xiao family agree that you smashed the plaque of Apocalypse City?

Where is the Dali Temple? Arrest him now.”

The Dali Temple Minister Shen Wenyan, who was hiding in the crowd, smiled helplessly. He certainly knew that destroying the city plaque was a capital crime, but he knew Luo Qingyang and naturally knew who Luo Qingyang was.

Not to mention him, the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple, even his cousin Shen Xiduo, who has a hot temper and is now an official in the State of Chu, would definitely not attack Luo Qingyang if he were in his position.

Luo Qingyang is not a good-tempered person.

If the Dali Temple goes to arrest Luo Qingyang, one of them must carry a coffin with him.

In the teahouse, Xie Xuan laughed dumbly and turned to look at Lei Wujie: “Is this the sword-swearing technique you created?”

Lei Wujie smiled innocently and said nothing.

Neither admit nor deny.

Xie Xuan also smiled: “It really does work.”

Just as Xie Xuan said, the sadness in the sword wind was obviously weakened.

Xiao Se was secretly delighted and continued to curse, “What a sad song.

Are you the only one who feels uncomfortable?

Are you the only one who is depressed?

Are you the only one who is miserable?

Who has an easy life in this world? Why do you have to pretend to be so pitiful?

You old bastard, everyone knows who you are looking for, your junior sister…”

“Enough!” Luo Qingyang shouted angrily.

Xiao Se was stunned: “You didn’t let me curse, but I still wanted to curse, you coward without guts.

What does liking someone have to do with how powerful he is or whether he is the best in the world?
Does it matter?

“I’ve said enough!” Luo Qingyang stood up from the ground and slashed down with Jiuge’s sword.

“Shocking Dragon!”

Xiao Se shouted angrily, swung out a sword as well, then spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated a distance again.

Xie Xuan sighed softly: “Some things should not be said too much. The anger of the Wandering Sword Immortal is no joke.”

“So, did Brother Xiao use the sword technique correctly or incorrectly?” Li Fansong asked.

Hearing this, Lei Wujie, Sikong Qianluo and others also looked straight at Xie Xuan.

“It’s the right thing to do.”

A voice sounded, and the souls of Baili Dongjun, Sikong Changfeng, Li Hanyi, Zhao Yuzhen, and Li Xinyue floated over.

“Mother.” Lei Wujie shouted.

Li Xinyue nodded gently and greeted Xie Xuan, “Mr. Xie, long time no see.”

Xie Xuan was stunned at first, then he cupped his hands and said with a smile: “It’s been a long time since we last met, I didn’t expect you to still be alive in this state.

But no matter what, it’s good to be alive.”

“It’s all thanks to Brother Chu.”

Xie Xuan hummed in confusion: “Is it related to him? Tell me more.”

The group of young juniors ignored the two and looked at Baili Dongjun who had just said “use it correctly”.

Baili Dongjun smiled and explained, “Just now Luo Qingyang was gathering his strength, and his sword intent was desolate, but Xiao Se’s curse triggered Luo Qingyang’s anger and hatred, so his desolate sword intent was interrupted.

If the sword of Lihun was swung at the top of Desolation, Xiao Se would surely die.

Of course, I am talking about the situation where Chu Zhao, Master Xie, Mo Yi and Master do not take action.”

“Lord Baili, you can’t stop the gift spirit of the Solitary Sword Immortal?” Li Fansong asked.

“It’s possible now, but it was too late before.” Baili Dongjun smiled, lowered his head slightly and looked at Xiao Se below, and said with admiration: “Although Luo Qingyang’s sword is strong, the Half Sword Li Soul is actually not as good as his National Martyrdom. Xiao Se found an opportunity for himself.”

Xiao Se spat out a mouthful of blood and phlegm: “Luo Qingyang, now it’s my turn.”

Luo Qingyang said nothing, just raised his hand and drew his sword.

“Shocking Dragon.”

Xiao Se swung his sword again, shocking the dragon.

boom!
The explosion sounded, shaking the world.

The strong wind waves stirred up a cloud of dust.

The huge light brought by the collision of sword energy was so dazzling that people could not open their eyes.

When the light and smoke dissipated, Xiao Se was seen half-kneeling on the ground, no longer able to fight.

Luo Qingyang stood proudly, and shouted in a voice that could be heard by almost the entire Tianqi City: “I am the Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, I want to ask Jian Tianqi, do you disagree?”

This is a response to what Xiao Se just said: You want to ask Jian Tianqi, has Tianqi City agreed?

But this is not important. What is important is that Luo Qingyang has never been an arrogant person, but now he suddenly becomes arrogant, which means that he… is full of murderous intent.

Deep in the palace.

The Concubine Xuan, who had not stepped out of the palace for many years, stood at the door of her bedroom, looked in the direction of the voice, and smiled gently: “It’s Senior Brother, I haven’t heard Senior Brother speak so loudly in many years.”

Before he finished speaking, a voice younger but louder than Luo Qingyang’s rang out throughout Apocalypse City.

“I don’t accept it!” Xiao Se stood up, his clothes were stained with blood, and his body was covered with scars, but his face showed no sign of retreat: “I don’t accept it, what do you think?!”

Luo Qingyang did not answer, but leaped up and appeared in front of Xiao Se.

“Come on!” Xiao Se shouted softly, swung Tianzhan and went straight forward.

Xiao Se, who had already fallen into defeat, suddenly stood up again, and the Sky-Slash danced wildly in his hand.

This time, he did not pursue the sword technique of splitting a country, but used all he had learned in his life.

The ancestral sword technique of splitting the country, the Wuji stick technique passed down by Ji Ruofeng, the Bagua Heart Gate passed down by Qi Tianchen and Mo Yi, the Void Sword Art and the False Art passed down by Chu Zhao, and the Heart Demon Attraction passed down by Wuxin, etc., all gathered together and attacked Luo Qingyang like crazy.

Luo Qingyang was also shocked by this crazy attack for a moment. The two of them exchanged dozens of swords, but it was still unclear who won.

“Interesting.” Chu Zhao said with a smile, “Their duel won’t end in a short time.”

In fact, it is just as he said.

The two men fought from noon to dusk, and from dusk to the next morning, but neither could determine the winner.

(End of this chapter)