Chapter 4 Blood Oath

Jian Wushuang came to the courtyard where he had been practicing swordsmanship with Jian Menger on weekdays.

If it was normal, Jian Menger must have been waiting here long ago, but today, when Jian Wushuang came to this courtyard, he did not find the existence of Jian Menger, only a black robe was waiting quietly with his hands on his back. With his sword Lan.

There was a bad premonition in Jian Wushuang's heart.

"Lanbo." Jian Wushuang shouted as usual.

"You're here?" Jian Lan turned around, and there was no gentleness on his face, only a majestic and icy look on his face, "You should know what happened, just today, the palace lord personally appointed Meng'er as the sword pavilion. The new pavilion master, after the battle for Jianhou Ling, will hold a succession ceremony, and the token that represents the identity of the pavilion master of the sword pavilion should be on you."

Jian Wushuang was startled.

The token representing the pavilion master of the Jiange Pavilion is the first killing sword of Jianhou Mansion, the three killing swords!

These three killing swords were brought back by his father not long after he went out to travel, and they have been kept by him for the past four years. It is the long sword that he carried behind him.

"Hand over it." Jian Lan said.

Jian Wushuang was shaking both physically and mentally, he gritted his teeth tightly, looked at Jian Lan, and said in a low voice, "I want to see Meng'er!"

"What kind of identity is Meng'er, and how can you see it when you say it?" Jian Lan snorted coldly.

"If I don't see Meng'er, I will never hand over the Three Killing Sword." Jian Wushuang said firmly.

Even at this moment, there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that all this is just because of Jian Lan's relationship, and Jian Meng'er is forced to...

"Presumptuous." Jian Lan let out a low voice, just about to get angry.

"Father." Jian Menger, a beautiful girl in snow-white clothes, walked slowly from the house.

"Meng'er." Jian Wushuang looked at the past, but it was only the first glance, and the only hope in Jian Wushuang's heart was instantly vanished. He noticed it, and noticed that deep in Jian Meng'er's eyes. Cold and unfeeling.

Jian Wushuang immediately understood that Jian Meng'er was not forced to do anything today.

"You've been lying to me?" Jian Wushuang stared at Jian Meng'er and asked.

"Liar to you? No." Jian Meng'er shook her head, "I never promised you anything, and even if you taught me to practice swords, even though I asked you to teach me, I never forced you to do it. This is a deal, I have been with you for four years, and you, teach me swordsmanship, very fair!"

"Is it just a deal?" Jian Wushuang smiled miserably, and asked again: "You should know that the Three Killing Sword was brought back by my father after he went out to travel, and that may be the only clue for me to find my father's whereabouts in the future. !"

"I know." Jian Meng'er nodded.

"You also know that my biggest wish in my life is to one day be able to hold the Three Killing Sword to replace my father's heavy palm pavilion!" Jian Wushuang continued to ask.

"I also know." Jian Meng'er nodded again, "But your wish is your wish. For you, this wish will never be realized in a lifetime. After all, you are a waste who can't even condense spiritual power."

"Waste?" Jian Wushuang couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Just this morning, he practiced the Great Heaven's Good Fortune Art, and finally condensed his spiritual power to become a genuine warrior, and he wanted to share this with Jian Meng'er right away, but who would have thought that in the eyes of the latter, He was just a piece of shit from start to finish? A poor bastard who can't even condense spiritual power?

"Jian Wushuang, this is the end of the matter, you don't have to entangle any more, the more entanglement will only make you more cowardly, if you are really unwilling, then use your strength to challenge me upright, in this world, everything depends on Talking with your fist, you are weak, you are being used and deceived, who is to blame?" Jian Meng'er said indifferently.

"Is that so? After all, am I still too weak?" Jian Wushuang smiled lightly, but no matter how the smile looked, it was extremely miserable, "So, I have always been a fool!"

"Ha ha,

Stupid! Stupid can! "

"I'm the biggest idiot in the world!"

"That's ridiculous!"

Jian Wushuang roared, his expression almost crazy.

Jian Lan and Jian Meng'er watched quietly, but there was no pity in their eyes.

The words just now, although heartless, are the truth.

In this world, the strong eat the weak!

Jian Wushuang laughed miserably, and at the same time, his entire mind seemed to be roared by hundreds of millions of thunders at the same time. His face was distorted, and his eyes were extremely complicated. At first, it was unbelievable. It was a daze again, and then, it was furious, almost crazy.

But after just a moment of effort, Jian Wushuang's laughter came, and he raised his head again, but his eyes gradually returned to dullness.

Jian Lan and Jian Meng'er both noticed the change in Kung Fu at this moment, and they were quite surprised.

They didn't know that in this short period of time, Jian Wushuang's heart had undergone tremendous changes.

The original innocence and simplicity have all disappeared at this moment. In this short moment, Jian Wushuang seems to have experienced decades of vicissitudes.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang looked at Jian Menger again. There was no trace of tenderness in his eyes, but only the chill that was so cold to the bone. At this moment, Jian Menger, who was stared at by Jian Wushuang, couldn't help it. Trembling.

How cold is this look?

Like a viper staring at its prey.

"Jian Meng'er, you're right, only the weak will pretend to be pitiful and win the sympathy of others, while the strong speak with their strength, since that's the case..." Jian Wushuang's voice was cold, and the three swords were unsheathed behind him. , accompanied by a hint of sword sound.

laugh!

The sharp blade of the sword suddenly drew a bloody mouth on Jian Wushuang's palm... The palm stained with blood was suddenly grasped, causing a heart-piercing pain. Jian Wushuang was grim as he stared at Jian Meng'er.

"Two months later, the battle for Jianhou Ling, that is, the day you take over as the pavilion master of the sword pavilion, I will fight with you!"

"I will let everyone know that the sword pavilion... It will always be the sword pavilion of the sword pavilion, my father's sword pavilion, my sword pavilion, and no one else will want to get a finger on it!"

"Whoever has a finger, I will chop whoever!"

The blood slowly dripped down to the ground along the arm, and Jian Wushuang's words were so sonorous and powerful at this moment.

"As for the three killing swords, hum..." Jian Wushuang looked at the killing sword in his hand and smiled coldly, "If you want it, give it to you!"

Jian Wushuang threw the Three Killing Sword to Jian Meng'er, then turned around and walked straight away. When he was about to step out of the courtyard, Jian Wushuang paused and spit out the light and tender words coldly.

"In two months, I will find you!"

Jian Meng'er frowned slightly, staring at Jian Wushuang's gradually disappearing back in surprise, looking a bit lonely and lonely, the three-killing sword clenched in her hand suddenly became heavy

"Hmph, it's just a waste that can't even condense spiritual power. He wants to challenge Meng'er in two months? He still wants to find a way to become a real warrior within two months." Jian Lan still disagreed.

Jian Meng'er's brows also stretched out immediately.

That's right, a waste who hasn't even condensed spiritual power until now, wants to fight her in two months?

This is just a joke!

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