Two Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-One Choices

【The latest chapter of Dragon King Legend】

"It's so majestic, Su Hanshan, come on, give me a try!"

The beggar, who looked extremely sloppy, appeared out of thin air in the ruins in front of the Qianjin Building, standing on a piece of gravel, looking up at heaven.

Such a person, no matter how you look at it, is not on the same side as a master.

But he just stood up with a big grin, grinned, and looked at the sword god in the sky.

Call him by his first name, Su Hanshan!

Who is Su Hanshan... Probably every warrior in Yancheng, the imperial capital, has heard of his name.

When he was very young, his elders told him over and over again about his deeds.

He is the pride of the Yanwu Dynasty. He is an existence living in myths and legends, like thunder, but few people have seen his real body.

But when he appeared, holding the long sword in his arms and raising his eyebrows, he frightened the blood eagle army away.

There is no need to guess his identity, except for the sword god Su Hanshan, and the imperial capital Yancheng, there is no one else with such strength.

Many people have seen his portrait.

But when he saw his true face clearly, he didn't dare to exclaim because he was afraid of blaspheming this person.

Especially the swordsmen present were already so excited that they felt their blood boil just after seeing them once. Many people even knelt down to worship him because he is the sword god Su Hanshan!

I thought that when he appeared, the eldest prince's wedding must be in Baoding.

But who knew, a beggar just appeared out of nowhere, calling him by his first name, carefree and fearless.

"This... who is the beggar, who dares to call the name of the sword god, why don't you die?"

"Damn it, you are simply blaspheming the Sword God!"

Some people were puzzled, some were not, but Su Hanshan didn't make a move.

He once said that whoever dares to take a step forward, in an instant, no one dares to move. The entire Blood Eagle Legion was forced back by his glance, but when this beggar appeared, Su Hanshan did not move.

It was so weird that it instantly aroused people's speculation.

Qianjin Tower,

Xiao Chen, who was already in despair, saw a glimmer of hope when he saw the appearance of the beggar uncle.

But then, it felt unbelievable, too shocking.

On the opposite side is Su Hanshan, the sword god Su Hanshan! What kind of confidence does the beggar uncle have to dare to stand up.

"Are you coming to join in this excitement?"

But something even more unbelievable happened, Su Hanshan actually attacked the beggar every time. The attitude between the words turned out to be a tone of talking with peers, and the pot exploded in an instant.

This beggar is actually an old friend with Su Hanshan!

"You can get involved, but I can't. Hehe, in terms of connection, I'm more involved than you. I didn't want to interfere in this matter, but you came out regardless of your identity. It would be too heartless for me not to show up again." .”

The beggar uncle stretched out his hands, covered his face and stroked his messy hair back.

A dirty face was revealed, but the smile on that face was clean and pure. It makes people feel at ease, like a spring breeze blowing on the face, and it is completely unexpected that this is the smile of a beggar.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Chen was shocked and his face changed slightly.

This laugh!

When I saw this beggar for the first time, I felt that the beggar's smile was a little familiar, and it was extraordinarily clean.

But at that time, I couldn't think much about it. Today, I saw this smile again in this kind of scene.

A name suddenly appeared in Xiao Chen's mind, and he couldn't help but feel a huge shock.

"Do you know who he is?" Chu Chaoyun, noticing the strangeness on Xiao Chen's face, asked in a deep voice.

Xiao Chen nodded: "Understood, if I guess correctly, I come from the same place as you and me."

"Kunlun?"

"Um."

Chu Chaoyun's eyes suddenly brightened, looking at the beggar uncle, he really couldn't believe that it could be the person Xiao Chen said.

"A hundred years ago, I couldn't win, and I probably can't beat you now. What do you want, tell me?"

Su Hanshan looked indifferent, and said in a calm tone.

"That's not necessarily the case. I haven't made any progress in the past hundred years. You can draw your sword and try."

Uncle beggar, still smiling, said softly.

Wow!

There was an uproar in the crowd, and many people were even more fooled by Su Hanshan's words.

It turned out that it was not only an old acquaintance, but a hundred years ago, the two had fought against each other, and Su Hanhan did not win!

"It's him!"

"I know who he is now. It's Haruyuki's swordsman Panhuang!"

A swordsman present connected Su Hanshan's words and guessed the identity of the beggar uncle.

Haruyuki Swordsman Panhuang!

This is another myth, a swordsman who has already faded out of everyone's sight.

Regarding his deeds, he is no less than Su Hanshan, and even more legendary!

Who would have thought that a wedding of the eldest prince would first lead to a battle between Liyuan Hundred Immortals and Qinglian Sword Immortals.

Now it is even more exaggerated, two characters in myths and legends have appeared at the same time.

Previously, Xiao Chen and Chu Chaoyun performed a sword fight, and the reality is about to take place.

Su Hanshan, the first person in the way of the sword, Panhuang, the first person in the way of the sword, the duel between the two is exciting.

But everyone knew very well that Su Hanshan and Panhuang would definitely not fight each other.

Even if they fight, they will not fight in the imperial capital Yancheng in front of a large audience.

But Panhuang's sentence, you can draw your sword and try it, still makes people look forward to it, what if he really draws his sword?

Su Hanshan stared at Panhuang, and said in a deep voice: "It's not necessary, I either don't pull out this one, once pulled out, regardless of life or death, the winner will be scored."

Panhuang smiled faintly: "Su Hanhan, it seems that you really don't need to draw your sword. Didn't you see the sword fight between the two little guys just now? The fight is not about victory or defeat, not about honor or disgrace, but about fate in the world of mortals. "

Su Hanshan looked indifferent: "You have your way, and I have my way. In my heart, the sword will always be respected. The heart of the sword has never changed, and it will not change in a thousand or ten thousand years."

The beggar uncle is not here to persuade Su Hanhan, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, then I won't talk nonsense with you. Neither you nor I will be in charge of this wedding, let her be in charge!"

Panhuang stretched out his hand and pointed to the master Linglong on the Hongqiao in the sky.

The eldest prince Wang Fei's expression changed slightly, and he said, "No, this is my wedding, and I cannot allow others to make decisions for me!"

"Do you have a share in talking? You can't even come here, get out!"

The beggar uncle yelled angrily, he was always cynical and smiling, this was the first time Xiao Chen saw him get angry.

There seemed to be a knife light in his eyes, which disappeared in a flash.

With a cold glance, the army of the Shence Battalion was stabbed in the body at the same time, and they were sent flying for hundreds of miles.

In an instant, Wang Fei was surrounded by a sea of ​​people, and when he looked up, he was the only one left riding on the Huo Qilin.

The army that surrounded him just now was swept out like garbage.

A flash of fear flashed in his eyes, Wang Fei was terrified, and wanted to check to see if he was injured.

But looking at the eyes of the beggar uncle, he dared not make any rash moves.

Su Hanshan had no expression on his face, he ignored everything, looked at Linglong after pondering for a moment, and said, "You decide."

Whoosh!

With approval, Linglong didn't take a second look at Wang Fei, and fell directly in front of Xiao Chen and Chu Chaoyun.

He glanced coldly at the veiled woman, then looked at Xiao Chen, and said in a trembling voice: "Master Xiao...that ice coffin in the sky..."

Xiao Chen didn't say much, just nodded silently.

boom!

For a moment, Linglong only felt that the five thunders struck her, and she lost her soul. It really was the worst possible outcome.

"Linglong, listen to me. You are already dead, so don't think too much about it. Since you are in charge now, you should agree to the eldest prince. In the future when he ascends the throne and becomes Emperor Yan, you will be..."

The veiled woman seized the opportunity to win over Linglong and make the right decision for her.

Boom!

After Kehua finished speaking, a dagger flew out of Linglong's sleeve, and the moment the veiled woman opened her mouth, a sword pierced through her mouth.

"You promised me to save his life."

Linglong's face was frosty, and she looked at the veiled woman coldly, without any pity in her eyes.

Xiao Chen looked at the veiled woman who was already dead, moved the knife away from her neck, and muttered: "Master Linglong, my nephew is already dead, but the beggar uncle brought him an ice coffin to keep him safe." Its soul lingers. It can continue its life, and maybe one day, he will wake up."

"I want to leave here with him, can you take me away?" Linglong's voice was tired, and there was no sadness or pain in her eyes, but it made people feel more distressed.

"Okay, I'll let Jinwu take you away."

In the eyes of everyone, Master Linglong flew into the sky, rode on the Golden Crow that was beyond the nine-day sky, and left with an ice coffin.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at Wang Fei.

Huo Qilin went up to Wang Fei, his face was flushed, as if he had been fanned and swollen.

He couldn't even compete with a dead man. On the day of his wedding, he was robbed of his bride by a dead man.

It is definitely the biggest joke since the establishment of the Yanwu Dynasty.