Bear Child's Journey Through Ten Thousand Worlds

Chapter 208

213 chapter

On the wilderness, the two figures walked on foot, as if they were aimless and full of leisure.

The person in front, dressed in red, is imposing, with his hands behind his back, he looks like a king.

This is exactly the prince Xuantong of Senyu, in order to seek the ultimate way of the sword, Wang Feng returned to Pu and went through a difficult situation.

The person behind him was dressed in purple, with a light sword box flying behind him, carrying countless swords, quietly following Xuantong. He was naturally the purple rest who had been following Xuantong.

"Hey, wandering around aimlessly like this won't let you meet a sword master!" Zi Yufen was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but speak.

"The smell of the sword in the wind can guide my direction." Prince Xuantong replied very calmly.

"If you don't do it, what if you meet someone with a sword?" Purple Yu said in a split.

"You are my replacement sword." Prince Xuantong said calmly.

"The price of the auxiliary sword really breaks the hero's waist!" Zi Yufen couldn't help but said, his tone full of complaints.

"Complaining... is really degrading the hero's bearing." Xuan Tong said softly with a wicked smile on his fair and handsome face.

"Hum..." Zi Yufen seemed to have nothing to say, and he couldn't say anything about Xuantong, so he could only give up and stop talking.

In this way, the two continued to move forward, one behind the other.

suddenly
The space vortex in front of him spun out, and a thin white figure appeared, and a crisp laughter came out, saying: "Fourth Master is well said, Fourth Master is mighty!"

Wang Xiaoming appeared in a white robe, with a celestial aura, the robe fluttered, and his figure lightly landed in front of Xuantong, purple Yufen.

Xuan Tong stopped, looked at Wang Xiaoming carefully, and said in a calm tone: "Little friend, you have extraordinary momentum, I seem to be able to smell the fragrance of the sword on your body!"

Zi Yu was startled, and said to Xuan Tong: "How did you smell it? He is just a child who looks like a baby."

Hearing that Xuantong's first impression of him was so positive, Wang Xiaoming also showed a smile on his face, and said, "Thank you, Fourth Master, for your compliment, I am really honored!"

"Fourth Master?" Although Xuantong didn't have any bad feelings towards Wang Xiaoming, he was still a little surprised by this title.

"This is what thousands of fellow Taoists call you. From now on, I will call you Fourth Master." Wang Xiaoming said with a nonchalant expression.

Zi Yufen's face became serious at this moment, and he couldn't help asking: "Child, who are you? What's your name? What are you trying to do by blocking our way like this?"

Hearing Zi Yufen's words, Wang Xiaoming looked at Prince Xuantong who was dressed in red in front of him, pointed at Xuantong with a smile and said, "I came to see Xuantong, the Fourth Prince of Sen Prison, to test his sword moves, and it doesn't mean there is any malice."

"Oh?" Xuantong was even more surprised that Wang Xiaoming knew his identity, and couldn't help asking: "Although you have the fragrance of the sword on your body and can feel the faint rhythm of the sword, but I don't want to be with Xiaoming. Children compete with sword moves."

Zi Yufen also couldn't help laughing, his heart was full of disbelief, because he thought, it's really ridiculous for a child to try sword moves with Wan Fengqu.

Facing the purple sneer, Wang Xiaoming was not angry, his face was full of smiles, he stood in front of him, standing still, muttering in his mouth: "Half god, half saint and half immortal, all Confucians, all Daoists are all sages, in the mind With a good system, I am the sky to dominate all worlds!"

After the title of the poem fell, Wang Xiaoming held it with one hand, and the Qinglian sword appeared instantly, pointing at Xuantong, and said: "My surname is Bai and my name is Xianjun, and my name is Xiaoming. Today I will learn about Fourth Master's brilliant moves!"

Xuantong's expression didn't change a bit, he put one hand behind his back, and looked at Wang Xiaoming quietly.

Wang Xiaoming knew that he was still a child, and most of the time, ordinary adults would not value him because of his height and age.

But this is often the case, these people will suffer, and even lose their lives.

Wang Xiaoming didn't talk too much nonsense, and directly stabbed Xuan Tong with his sword.

On one side of Xuantong's body, his fingers were curled together, his figure was light, like a swimming dragon, he easily dodged Wang Xiaoming's stabbing sword.

With a crisp sound of "ding", when Xuantong turned sideways, his figure was like a phantom, clamping the sharp sword blade, and with a light flick, Wang Xiaoming was shaken away.

Wang Xiaoming took a step back, and immediately poured in the wine, his body jumped up, and the white sword energy rushed, very tricky, which made Xuantong avoid it in a little surprise.

However, after all, he is a master of swordsmanship, Xuantong's figure perfectly avoids it, his two fingers raised a ray of light, and a very sharp sword energy swept across, trying to shake Wang Xiaoming back.

But Wang Xiaoming was about to drink in the second stage, and came directly behind Xuantong, and stabbed out with a sword.

Zi Yufen seemed to be in danger when he saw Xuantong, the flying light sword box behind his back shook, and a light long sword shot out.

The moment Wang Xiaoming stabbed him, he caught his hand and stood behind him.

With a sound of "ding", one could see that the tip of the Qinglian sword in Wang Xiaoming's hand was actually piercing the blade of the sword on his back.

Ripples of sharp sword energy rippled away, shaking Xuantong's red robe and flying, and his long red hair also flowed freely.

The scene at this moment is extremely spectacular.

Seems to have subtle changes.

"The sword in your hand is very good. Seeing how flexible you are, I don't know how good the sword is." Xuan Tong said calmly to Wang Xiaoming with his back turned to Wang Xiaoming, with extraordinary momentum.

With a smile on Wang Xiaoming's face, he said crisply, "Try it and you'll know!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Xiaoming picked up the Qinglian sword in his hand, and the crisp sword chant sounded, and the fierce sword energy swept across the field, setting off smoke and dust that filled the sky.

Wang Xiaoming's figure was as fast as a phantom, just like Xuan Tong, he shuttled back and forth in this wilderness, constantly drawing his sword.

Zi Yufen's expression became serious at the moment, not because he was worried about what would happen to Xuantong, but because he was shocked that this young child, who claimed to be Bai Xianjun, had such superb swordsmanship attainments, he could be said to be a master of swordsmanship. A rising star!

The two fought back and forth, and the collision of sword and sword seemed to play a beautiful melody, and waves of sword energy rippled, cutting off the surrounding trees instantly, extremely sharp.

Wang Xiaoming used Ten Thousand Swords to return to the sect, countless sword shadows fluttered with the wind, turning into torrential rain formations and stabbing down clusters.

Xuantong's face was calm, and he waved the long sword in his hand with momentum like a rainbow. Facing the rainstorm of sword light falling, he resisted it very lightly, without any panic, fear, or dodge.

Before, he blindly backed down and avoided blindly, not because of fear and fear, but because he just thought that the child in front of him was not the master of swordsmanship he was looking for.

But at this moment, he finally knew that he had been blind before, and didn't realize that the child in front of him had such a swordsmanship attainment.

Therefore, he must make a move. This is the respect for the opponent, and also a kind of respect for the accomplished swordsman.

(End of this chapter)