Chapter 4848?

Di Qing also opened his eyes to take a look, and then sat in the same place with the old god, closing his eyes and resting.

He has never been interested in the outcome that was already doomed before it even started.

A simple sword discussion unfolded in the Heavenly Palace.

The little emperor, who does not take swords as his way, is about to become harmonious with the way of swordsmanship, and even Jian Wushuang, who was able to fight Jianxian at the ancestral level, the result can be imagined.

Even Jian Wushuang can defeat him immediately by releasing any one of Xinghehuhai Jianyi.

But he didn't do it. This is a harmless sword discussion. No matter who wins or loses, it's just a rise.

The sword intent is everywhere, like thousands of flying fish jumping, and it is extremely magnificent.

Jian Wushuang holds a real sword and only focuses on resistance.

But the little emperor didn't know whether it was because of the rise of alcoholism, or because he couldn't hold back his strength. One after another, the powerful sword slashes slashed down with great force, and even the power that escaped in the air was cut off.

The atmosphere also became subtle.

Originally an easy sword discussion, as the little emperor passed one by one, and the murderous sword intent raged, all Yanxian present had solemn eyes.

Chunqiu had already placed his palm on the short dagger at his waist, and he had already turned his edge lightly, just waiting for Jian Wushuang to suffer any trauma, and he would be able to explode in an instant.

Seeing the changing atmosphere of Spring and Autumn, Cui Jing also became solemn, and also pressed the black stick around his waist.

Di Qing has been closing his eyes and resting, as if he doesn't care about everything that happens outside.

Zhao Ting's eyes fluctuated slightly, as if he was planning something.

Wei Liujia's face was even more anxious. In his opinion, Jian Wushuang was forced to retreat, obviously not the opponent of the little emperor.

But Jian Wushuang's complexion was quite calm from beginning to end, even in the face of the sword style that appeared murderous, it was easily resolved.

When resisting the seven hundred and sixty-seven swords, the mutation suddenly occurred.

The real sword in Jian Wu's hands broke into two pieces without any warning, and the powerful sword of the little emperor also slashed heavily on his shoulder, shattering his entire pipa bone!

Chunqiu and Cui Jing got up directly,

But then Chen Qing suddenly held down his body.

"If you don't want Brother Jian to be in trouble, don't move!"

The atmosphere was deadly still, the little emperor seemed to be sober from the alcohol, and his eyes were also shocked. The palm of his hand subconsciously released the hilt of the sword and touched him, "Sword, brother sword, I didn't mean it."

Jian Wushuang took a half step back, avoiding his palm, his expression still unwavering, "It's okay, Lunjian is going to be injured at some point."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and took out the soft sword from the pipa bone and threw it to the little emperor.

"I can't beat my drinking, so I left first."

Jian Wushuang turned around and left, and drops of divine blood fell from his shoulders and imprinted on the ground.

Di Qing, who originally closed his eyes to rest his mind, opened his eyes without looking at other people, and followed directly behind Jian Wushuang.

Chunqiu immediately broke away from Chen Qing's palm and walked away quickly.

Then Cui Jing also left directly.

Zhao Ting and Wei Liujia glanced at the little emperor and left as well.

Soon in this huge Tiangong, only Chen Qing and some Yanxian guards were left.

"Little Emperor," Chen Qing got up, her expression changed slightly, "You are too impulsive..."

"Go away." He stared straight at the open door.

Chen Qing sighed slightly and left without saying anything.

Silence in the Heavenly Palace.

The little emperor's complexion turned from pale to ruddy, and the knuckles of the palms tightly gripping the hilt of the sword turned white.

"Damn it!"

He was furious, and with his real sword, he slashed to the side of the table where the delicacies were placed, overturning it.

"Damn it! Damn it, are they all against this seat!"

The little emperor was completely angry, his face was almost crazy, and he swung his sword to overthrow all the plans, leaving the entire Tiangong in a mess.

The thin purple robe has been standing behind him, neither blocking nor speaking.

"A bunch of damned things, who can't tell who the master is, when this seat is the air? This seat is the prince, the future emperor of Dasiyu!"

A louder than louder anger resounded in the heavenly palace.

When his voice gradually weakened, the thin purple robe stepped forward in time and handed a white silk cloth, "Your Highness, calm down."

The little emperor coughed heavily, wiping the cloth tightly at the corner of his mouth, "Jian Wushuang! Jian Wushuang! Damn you!"

"Have you seen it? He didn't even use a bit of swordsmanship with this seat. He looked down on me! He never had me in his eyes from the beginning to the end!"

"It's not just him, have you seen the group of guys he brought back? How dare everyone turn against this seat?! Especially after I slashed Jian Wushuang's sword, the group of guys he brought back dared to Want to make a move on me?"

The skinny Zipao has been listening quietly, and at the end, he said calmly, "Your Highness, you forgot, Jian Wushuang is not your subject, but your friend, you should not be the one who governs the subject. Put it on him."

"Are you even going to oppose this seat?" The little emperor's voice was slightly angry.

"Don't dare, I'm just saying what I should say, Jian Wushuang is not your vassal, but a friend." After the thin purple robe finished speaking, he looked at him meaningfully.

"Friends? My son Yan doesn't even have a brother, so how could he possibly have friends?" His voice showed no emotion, empty and unknown.

I don't know how long it took, the little emperor turned to look at the thin purple robe, "Do you know how the real sword in Jian Wu's hands was broken?"

"I deliberately destroyed Kenshin with my hands and feet before. I did this deliberately to win him once. Do you think it's ridiculous?"

The thin purple robe whispered, "His Royal Highness did nothing wrong, but this kind of beating can only be used between vassals."

The little emperor said again, "Did my sword completely cut off the connection between us?"

"Yes, and no."

"I want to make up for it, how do I do it?"

"apologize."

...

In the spacious hall, the atmosphere was depressing and dull.

Jian Wushuang sat quietly in front of a desk and closed his eyes, as if nothing had happened.

Chun Qiu's face was grim, and his palm never left the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Di Qing sat beside him in the same posture, with a playful look in his eyes.

"It's not like your style of behavior. I've been with you all the way, and I've also tried to figure out your character, but today's scene is something I didn't expect."

"You didn't do anything to him, are you afraid of Zhen Wuyang behind him, or are you treating him as a friend?"

Jian Wushuang opened his eyes, "Really Wuyang? I've never been afraid for a moment. As for treating him as a friend? I haven't even thought about it."

"This sword can be regarded as repaying some of the things he gave me."

Diqing nodded secretly, a guy who participated in the assassination of the Fifth Emperor's son, Young Master Mo, and fought with the Second Emperor's son, Young Master, I'm afraid he really didn't take Zhen Wuyang in his eyes.