Chapter 197: The Newcomer Leads a Donkey into the City, the Oldcomer Rides a Sword into the Sea

The jianghu is really too big, even if there are immortals to the jianghu smashed down a Tarzan, splashing a huge splash, but after ten years and a hundred years, there are no ripples.

So in the jianghu jianghu people, most of them are more forgetful, life at most but a hundred years, seventy is the ancient rare. Li Chun Gang became famous too early, at a young age will be the leader, thirty years old will be nearly invincible, look around, who is competing with the best? This once old sword god fame early, the curtain also early, after losing to peer Wang Xianzhi, Trojan horse cattle were folded, there are few rumors into the jianghu, over time, with the confidant and the red face successively into the yellow earth, the contemporary jianghu, that is, some of the years of the old, mention Li Chungang, the impression of the blurred, not to mention those who are young and strong age of the jianghu people?

For these people, and not to say that the old and strong Wang Xianzhi, only on the world of the sword, the Taoist door in the head of Longhu Mountain Qi Xianman and Wudang Wang Xiaoping mirror, but than a fairy Deng Tai’a, is still inferior to more, the Jianghu changes, the constant is the swordsman will always be the most on the Jianghu, as the carp, dense, and Deng Tai’a is undoubtedly now the only Jianghu in the mind of the sword of God, the sword of God does not like to wear a sword, also counted as a sword of God, the sword of God. The god does not like to wear a sword, is also a strange thing.

Lost to the sword with a gun with a sword, you can say I lost so what, you use a gun with a sword, take out the most outstanding masters, who can beat the sword without the sword of Deng Sword God? Rumor has it that the Deng Sword God was born with a tiger’s back and waist, can be transformed into three heads and six arms, there is a small yellow pearwood sword box hidden in the bag, equipped with more than ten pocket-sized swords, to Wu Family Sword Graveyard secret technique to raise the psychic as a living creature, hunger is eating meat, thirst is drinking blood, very subtle, out of the box without the need to harness the qi, will be able to cut their own head on the collar, but unfortunately, this is such a godly handiwork of sword fairy, the only person in the world is the master of the city of the emperor! See, can’t, the jianghu is big again, to Teng Jian Shen, is really qualified to see no more.

Nearly two thousand swords are sheathed in Wudi City, hanging in the air in a shocking sword curtain.

Outside the city gate a tired old donkey stamping hooves, slowly into the city, a boy dressed as a young man riding a donkey upside down, with a scabbard hanging on his waist, the sword has disappeared, a face of chagrin and remorse, bowed his head and said to a middle-aged man holding a donkey, “Master, my sword is a hard to save up the coins of silver to buy, that Li Chungang said good to borrow the sword of the city, why even my this also Why does Li Chun Gang want to borrow my sword as well? We haven’t even arrived at Wudi City yet! Master, you too, watched the sword fly out of the sheath and didn’t help me to stop it, how humiliating it would be if it got out, where would your face go?”

The middle-aged man looks flat, but habitual mouth corner up, looks like always in the smile, along with the not outstanding face is also soft and warm up, he is carrying a branch of peach blossom in his hand, I do not know where to pick, his fingers gently rotate, looked up at the young man’s bitter face, smiled and joked: “face is not on their own face?”

That when the boy servant of the young man is not a small frame of mind, riding a donkey, so that the master to lead the donkey walking is just, but also let that the master carrying bags and boxes, heard their own master flirting, first glared, then deflated, worried asked: “This Li ChunGang said good is to borrow the sword, but will not borrow not return it?”

The man laughed: “Li old-timer if you do not fight, just do a look, I estimate that you are also bad enough, you think ah, almost two thousand swords have no control, sparse and chaotic all fall from the sky, haphazardly thrown all over the place, when you recognize that one is your? Even if you recognize it, so many heroes and swordsmen are going to go crazy to grab it, plus some fish in the water to take the goat, just your small body, can you grab it back? If you want to return it to its rightful owner, you’re lucky! Besides, this is still good, in case of really fight with old man Wang, these 1,900 swords, can be ten to eighty-nine, that your sword qualification is general, simply can not withstand the old man Wang casually wave. But I see ah, this time Li old-timer borrowed the sword, borrow good, save you kid bought the sword will not have the heart to give me miscellaneous, you feel your conscience to say look, these days, cooking cooking can be half of the past heart?”

To be exact, the sword boy’s teenager exasperatedly said, “Just the old master you have the most words, the beginning will be endless, my ears are calloused!”

The middle-aged man in rough linen clothes is worthy of being so good-tempered that he has no temper anymore, smilingly said, “Fine, fine, I’ll shut up.”

The teenager who said he was a sword boy but had never carried a sword for his master sighed, “Master, tell you something?”

After leading the donkey into the city, the man standing on the main road looking out at the inner city’s head smirked, “Elder Senior Li and Elder Wang are going to have a godly fight, aren’t you making it difficult for me?”

The sword boy retreated and said hehehe, “Why don’t you, Master, take advantage of the chaos and pick up 17 or 18 swords for me? Anyway, you are picking up the sword, not stealing or robbing, what does it matter!”

The man will heartily smile: “Look, just said I this face to where to put, I if two shoulders carrying more than a dozen swords in the street run, have face it?”

Sword boy’s heart died like ashes, crying face said: “Followed the master side, the whole more than six hundred do cattle as a horse’s bitter days, so hard to save seventeen two broken silver, all spent on buying swords, I knew that the death will not come to this shit Wudi City, shit down the stove!”

The man saw the teenager vaguely have signs of watering tears, headache: “Okay, okay, back when no one I help you pick up a good sword is.”

The young man’s face suddenly changed, bright smile: “Master, are you tired, I help you carry the book box.”

The man laughed in exasperation, “Virtue. Carrying the book case for you, the one who is tired is still not a donkey, it’s better for me to be tired myself.”

The sword boy grinned, looked up at the gloomy sword curtain over the city, and in a trance, asked softly, “Master, do you think who will win more if this fight really goes on?”

The man laughed and said carelessly, “Unless it’s a fight to the death, the chances of winning this fight are still much greater for Elder Wang.”

The sword boy skimmed his lips and said with a blank stare, “This Li Chun Gang is also too useless, he can only toss out this kind of scary scene, isn’t it an embroidered pillow?”

The man revealed a rare look of gravity and said in a deep voice, “Sanlu, do not disrespect old senior Li!”

Seeing that his lord was angry, the young man finally didn’t dare to make a big quip and obediently gave an oh. But then with a face of unwillingness to fight, “That old man Wang is just a dog sitting on a pile of dog dung to call himself a king, if you, master, put out your full strength, a quasi beat him to the point of not recognizing his parents.”

The man was dumbfounded and shook his head, “I don’t expect it in this life.”

The sword boy, who had been uncharacteristically unimpressed with his master, seemed to be angry at his lack of respect, and gamely grunted as hard as he could.

The man was unimpressed and slightly lost in thought, “You children, naturally, do not understand what it means that heaven does not give birth to Li Chun Gang, and the way of the sword is as long as the night for all eternity. Five hundred years, genius swordsmen countless, but ultimately only this old senior sword cultivation straight after Lu Zu ah. As for me, killing may be lucky to be stronger than old senior Li, but it’s also slightly better, but in terms of sword Dao cultivation, it’s much worse.”

Sword boy only pick up the good sound into the ear, eyebrows open smile: “Practice sword is not to fight and kill people.”

The man laughed and said, “You do have a clear mind.”

The young sword boy riding on the donkey put on a high profile.

The man stopped his small action of spinning the peach blossom branch, eeped in surprise, and laughed, “Here it comes! Your boy’s eyes are good, this fight is still real, there’s no thunder and no rain.”

A voice as loud as a bell came from the inner city attic, “Please ask Li Chun Gang to come out of the city and fight with Wang Mou into the sea!”

Countless people in Wudi City looked up in unison as a lanky white shadow, like a comet, blasted from the top of the attic building towards the surface of the East Sea.

One thousand nine hundred swords, the tips of the swords instantly pointed straight at the East Sea, and one person leapt onto the head sword and traveled to the East Sea with his sword.

The strongest battle in the world!