Bear Child's Journey Through Ten Thousand Worlds

Chapter 205 The Famous Sword Nameless Tired Reaping the Sky

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Listening to Tired Shoutian's questioning question, Wang Xiaoming's face was a little unnatural, and then he coughed lightly and said: "I just know, anyway, if you don't let me understand the Jiuyang Tianjue, I will wait here on the summit of Yongxu." on."

Tired Shoutian saw this white-clothed child about seven or eight years old in front of him, who was so persistent and wanted to learn his own martial arts, and suddenly had a helpless thought.

After all, the origin of this mysterious child is unknown, and he seems to know himself very well.

Tired Shoutian had a bad thought in his mind, whether this person was sent by Heihai Sen Prison.

However, after pondering for a moment, Tired Shoutian looked calm and looked at Wang Xiaoming carefully. Seeing that he was still young and full of righteousness, it seemed that his whole body was filled with immortal energy, and he became even more puzzled.

"What? Are you doubting my identity?" Wang Xiaoming looked at Tired Shoutian and pondered for a long time. He kept looking at himself, and there was a sly smile on his pink and fair face, full of deep meaning. Said: "Let me guess, are you wondering if I was sent by Heihai Sen Prison?"

Tired Shoutian's body trembled slightly, and he seemed very shocked, thinking that this little friend named Bai Xianjun was able to guess it.

Looking at Juan Shoutian's expression, Wang Xiaoming thought that he might have guessed it right, so at this moment, I am afraid that Juan Shoutian, Yuan Wuxian became the leader of the righteous way, and he and Su Zhenzhen fought against the evil forces together.

At this stage, the so-called evil forces must be the Black Sea Sen Prison.

The king of Hades who later led the six kings to open the sky.

As the first King of Hades to come out, he is indeed the No. [-] character. He has nineteen pieces under his knees, but these so-called nineteen pieces are all chess pieces played by Hades' ambition.

In the end, it's not about being swallowed.

Having said that, today's Tired Shoutian is in its heyday, and the martial arts he has learned are endless. As one of the three veins of heaven, earth and man, Daozhen Beifangxiu, he can indeed be one of the leaders of the righteous way.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Tired Shoutian and said softly, "I'm just a wandering wild crane. I don't have any reputation in this miserable martial arts world. Naturally, I can't be from the Black Sea Sen Prison. Don't worry!"

After hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Tired Shoutian felt that he could only believe half of what he said, so he said, "How can I prove it?"

Wang Xiaoming was startled, thinking that this Bei Fangxiu was really easy to fool, and said immediately: "How do you want me to prove it?"

Tired Shoutian pondered for a while, and also figured out how to make Wang Xiaoming prove that he was not from Heihai Sen Prison. Seeing his righteousness, he immediately said: "Okay. I believe that you are not from Hei Hai Sen Prison, my friend, but you If you want to learn the Nine Suns Art, that is absolutely impossible."

Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, thinking that asking someone to learn martial arts is really unreliable, since softness is not good enough, then it is a good way to fight with him directly.

"System, do this task, can you learn in the process of fighting?" Wang Xiaoming asked the system.

【Ding!The system designates the host to learn, that is to comprehend through learning. This depends on your own comprehension ability, and the system will not give any help, but the system is inconvenient to ask how you learn! 】

Hearing the system's prompt, he nodded with a smile on his face, thinking to himself that in this way, he could compete with it with confidence.

"Since you don't want to teach me, then I'll come to learn from you. Daozhen's lineage, known as Bei Fangxiu's famous sword Wuming Tired Reaping Heaven, what is so powerful about it?" Wang Xiaoming said, his face was slightly cold, Holding it with one hand, the Qinglian Sword appeared in his hand, shining with light.

An invisible wave of energy swept away from the sky.

Facing Wang Xiaoming's coercion, Tired Shou Tian Wenfeng did not move, but was still swept by the strong wind, blowing his long golden hair fluttering, and the golden Taoist robe fluttering.

The Tired Harvest Sky at this moment is like a golden lotus standing proudly on the snow mountain, resolute and unmoving.

Wang Xiaoming knew that Tired Shou was arrogant by nature, and seeing that he was a child, he would never attack first, but Wang Xiaoming just wanted to draw out the essence of his moves and swordsmanship, so naturally he didn't care so much, so he directly A sword came.

"Boom"

The sound of Qingyin sword sounded, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and a white sword air swirled away, and when Wang Xiaoming's Yujian drew out the sword, it stabbed towards the tired sky one by one.

Tired Shoutian moved his body slightly, just to dodge, he didn't intend to make a move, even the floating dust in his hand didn't wave, it was very flexible, avoiding Wang Xiaoming's attack.

Although Juan Shoutian had no plans to make a move, but seeing Wang Xiaoming's moves are very fierce, and the speed of the sword is very fast, he even felt that at such an age, with such a talent for swordsmanship, this little friend should not be underestimated .

Seeing that Tired Shoutian was just blindly defending and avoiding, Wang Xiaoming didn't show any anger on his face. Instead, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he said softly: "I haven't used my sword yet, I'm going to make a big move next."

Tired Shoutian's expression moved slightly, and he backed away a little, widening the distance between him and Wang Xiaoming.

As soon as Wang Xiaoming's words fell, he was full of strength, and swung the Qinglian sword in his hand, using the unique art of returning ten thousand swords to the sect.

The rain of swords filled the sky, gleaming white light, gorgeous and dazzling, piercing towards Tired Shoutian like overwhelming.

Seeing this, Tired Shoutian moved his eyes slightly and took a step back, only then did he have the idea of ​​self-defense.

He raised his two fingers lightly, the pendant of the famous sword behind him spun, a golden light flashed abruptly, and the famous sword came out of its sheath.

The golden light shone in the air, as dazzling as the morning glow, and the sharp golden sword energy swept across, waving non-stop when the white sword light swept down from the sky.

Clenching the golden sword tightly, the Dao body does not move, rivaling the power of the Nine Heavens, the famous sword is waved in the hand, the golden sword shadow splits into countless sword shadows, so that the golden sword light that shoots up from the ground surrounds Wang Xiaoming's whole body Among them, a huge sword formation was formed.

Wang Xiaoming urged Wan Jian to go back to the sect, seeing that Tired Shoutian was actually using Daozhen's unique technique, his face changed slightly, he observed carefully, and murmured: "This is a clever transformation!"

Just when Wang Xiaoming's words fell, he saw the figure of Tired Shoutian Wei'an, full of extraordinary momentum, with sword energy vertically and horizontally, shining golden light, and the sky full of sword light was spinning around his body, pulling countless golden lights to rotate and expand, and it was also aimed at Wang Xiaoming. The sword rain suddenly struck.

The white sword light and the golden sword light collided in the air, and every time they collided, bursts of fierce sword energy would be released, sweeping in all directions, leaving behind sword marks for nine days and ten places.

The crisp collision sound of "Dangdang." was heard endlessly, and at the same time, the collision between the two reached a critical point, and a bang exploded, knocking them back.

Tired Shoutian stepped back, his face darkened, and he looked at Wang Xiaoming closely: "Young friend Xianjun is very powerful, and the number of martial arts methods he uses is also astonishing. May I ask where you came from?"

"I've said it all, I have no family or sect, and I have a wild cloud and a wild crane." Wang Xiaoming held the Qinglian sword behind his hand, and said with a smile: "It's you, the nameless golden sword, it's really extraordinary. Fangxiu."

"Immortal Praise!" Juan Shoutian also retracted his sword, and the originally dignified expression on his face eased a little, and he returned the salute.

(End of this chapter)