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Volume 1, Forty-Two Judge

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    Forty-two Judge

    After killing the sinister horse-faced man with one sword, the sword master's situation did not improve at all.  Instead, because of this moment of obstruction, the masters who had already been left behind caught up with him.

    Seeing the circle on the long street getting thicker and thicker with the continuous flow of people, Zhenzhen felt panic in her heart. She nervously turned her head to look at Song Yuhua next to her, only to find that the always graceful and dignified eldest lady of the Song family was  His hands unconsciously hugged the sword box in his arms, his eyes full of worry.

    "Sister Yuhua, will the young master be okay?" A small hand tightly grasped Song Yuhua's sleeve, Zhenzhen's voice was trembling.

    "" Shaking her head, Song Yuhua, who was equally nervous, didn't know what to say, but she knew in her heart that although the long sword in the young man's hand was still sharp and fast, in this scene where the spirit had been weakened and the siege was complete, the situation was a bit different.  Oh no.

    Suddenly, Jie Wenlong, who was standing on the house across the street and had been quietly looking down at the street, jumped up and came to the two women.

    Looking at Xie Wenlong who suddenly jumped in front of her, Zhenzhen's heart tightened, and she shrank back and was about to speak, but she saw Xie Wenlong bowing to the side of the two of them and saluting: "Father."

    "Yeah." A pleasant male voice responded softly, with a casualness and dignity.

    Listening to the familiar voice, Song Yuhua turned around with a complex expression, looked at Xie Hui who had arrived at her side at some point, bowed lightly, bit her red lips, and after a moment, he hesitated to say a title, "  Uncle Hui."

    "Yes." It was still a faint response. Except for Song Yuhua's nod in response, Xie Hui's eyes were always fixed on the murderous long street, and he did not show any displeasure at Song Yuhua's address.

    "Is this the boy who made up history?" Looking at the sword master on the street who was holding two swords in deep danger but still fighting bravely, the judge who had been famous in the martial arts for decades couldn't understand his tone.

    "Exactly." Seeing that Jian Hui was only paying attention to the battle situation and had no intention of questioning the title of the eldest lady of the Song family, Xie Wenlong and Song Yuhua both felt relieved, as did Zhenzhen, who had been peeking at the sole lord of the castle curiously.  Inexplicably, I felt like I could breathe easier.

    "Sure enough, his talent is extraordinary. Although he lacks some training, his swordsmanship is indeed good." He nodded. Although his disciples suffered a lot of casualties, a smile appeared on Xie Hui's face, "I thought that the sword master  'The name is just a joke, but now it seems that it is very possible. It's just a pity"

    "What my father said is true. TwelveYoung brother's swordsmanship is indeed superb, but in the end he can't defeat the crowd." I don't know if it's because I finally got over the obstacles in my heart or because my father is too powerful in my heart.  Prestige, at this time, Xie Wenlong no longer had the hesitant look he had before, and he was much more relaxed and relaxed when talking.

    "Youyoucan you let gomy young master?" Listening to Xie Hui and his son talking about their young master's life and death, Zhenzhen, who was peeping at him, finally couldn't help but ask timidly.

    "Oh?" He didn't expect that the little maid next to Song Yuhua would have the courage to ask him a question, and the content was so innocent. Considering Xie Hui's extremely calm nature, he couldn't help but find it a little interesting and turned around to look.  Zhizhi Hui turned around and looked around. Zhenzhen shrank behind Song Yuhua with anxiety in his heart, but he finally mustered up the courage to look into the eyes of this martial arts tycoon.

    "I didn't expect you to care so much about your young master. Loyalty is admirable, but it's a pity that it's not possible." Looking at the fragile little girl in front of him, he was timid but still had the courage to do so.  The little girl Wu felt a little more favorable, "It's already a rare thing if I don't take action."

    Zhenzhen was speechless, her face suddenly turned red, and she was so timid that she didn't know what to say.  A pair of red eyes turned to the long street, worriedly watching his young master fighting there.

    The young man's forward steps finally stopped, and the enemies behind him covered him one after another.

    Surrounded by a group of people, facing the weapons coming from all directions, the sword master suddenly shouted loudly, used all his strength to sweep away everyone around him with a single blow.

    Taking a deep breath, the sword master frowned as he looked at the ferocious expressions on the faces of the various people who surrounded him and the shining weapons in their hands.

    "Boy, are you scared?" Seeing the young man in front of him frowning, one of the Jiefu family generals laughed.  People in Jianghu are not all generous people.  Seeing the young man in front of him with such cultivation at such a young age, naturally some narrow-minded people are jealous.

    "I'm afraid, please forgive me. Maybe grandpa will let you go more happily!" Someone started and others followed suit.  These generals who were in charge of the government were all characters who were accustomed to life and death in the world, so these unruly guys did not take this task of besieging a fledgling boy seriously.  At this moment, I saw the young man in a cageLike a trapped animal, there is no estimate anymore.

    "Haha, that's right. The little Mao Yazi dares to call you Jianjun. You really don't know how high the world is."

    "It feels good to think that such a genius could die in the hands of me, Old Chen!"

    "With this little effort, he dares to ruin the good things of our Duzun Fort. This kid is really a coward!"

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    "Why don't you fight?" Zhenzhen was shocked when she saw the brief calm on the long street.  Although she couldn't see clearly, the blood stains on the young man's body made her unable to be optimistic, and she cast worried eyes on Song Yuhua beside her.

    "Resting." Seeing the worry in the clear eyes of the little girl next to him, Song Yuhua, who was dressed dignifiedly, smiled softly, stretched out his hand to hold Zhenzhen's cold little hand, and comforted softly, but he understood in his heart that he looked calm but was actually unruly.  For the young man, the calm at this time was just the prelude to the storm.

    "Father, twelve young brother, are you going to fight to the death?" Jie Wenlong couldn't help but frowned when he heard the unbridled mocking voice of his general coming from afar.

    "It's not time to fight to the death yet." Xie Wenlong was not happy, but Xie Hui saw more.  As a master-level expert, he could naturally feel that from beginning to end, amidst the increasingly louder and more unpleasant insults, the aura of the young man did not fluctuate at all. Instead, it changed with time.  Growing, the fatigue from the attack just now is gradually relieved.

    "Why?" Xie Wenlong couldn't help but be startled after hearing his father's words. Even Song Yuhua and Zhenzhen turned their heads out of curiosity. They naturally knew that Xie Hui had no need to lie to them.

    "The character of this young man is really remarkable. At such a young age, in such a difficult situation, and being so insulted, he can still be so calm and mentally strong, which is rare in the world!"

    Xie Hui sighed, and everyone was impressed.

    But he didn¡¯t know that Xie Hui, who didn¡¯t understand the situation, was wrong after all.

    The Sword Lord is not mentally strong, but paranoid!

    Paranoia is a rare mental illness from a medical perspective.  Characterized by the gradual development of logically structured delusions.

    An important characteristic of paranoia is feeling good about oneself.

    A strong life does not need explanation, and paranoid thoughts cannot be understood by normal people.  After witnessing the battle of immortals, and by chance receiving an immortal sword energy, he traveled through time, and practiced extraordinary swordsmanship. He had already identified himself as the protagonist.

    Therefore, although the current situation is not good, in the eyes of the protagonist, it is nothing.  As for the fatal disaster, it was even more like a cloud in the eyes of the male lead who transformed into a sword master.

    I am the protagonist, who am I afraid of?  !

    "Damn, this kid is really" The voices around him gradually became quieter.  It¡¯s not that these unruly charlatans are tired of scolding, it¡¯s that they find they can¡¯t scold anymore.

    The heavily surrounded young man was still in the same posture with the Heretic Sword in his left hand behind his back and the Smiling Red Dust Sword in his right hand at his side, but that young man suddenly felt a surge of momentum!

    ???????? Unruly, scornful, flamboyant, vigorous, mighty, but meaningless despair and panic!

    "Get out of the way!" The sword master still held the sword in his right hand, but the sword master pointed his heresy sword forward with his left hand.

    Everyone was surprised.  I don¡¯t understand where this young man who was in such a state of embarrassment just now has such confidence.  But how can they understand the mental state of mental illness?

    Looking at the cold scene in front of him, Jianjun was extremely satisfied.  I usually envy the scenes in Big Thunderbolt when I see a character shouting incomparably coldly, and all the supporting actors are immediately shocked, but I never thought that such a day would happen to me!  How could this not greatly satisfy the paranoid vanity?

    Although not every character in Big Thunderbolt can rely on such a cold shout to let the enemy go, Sword Lord doesn't care.

    So what if you don¡¯t let go?

    Just kill it!

    "You're so arrogant!" Someone finally came to his senses.  Seeing that so many of the elites of Duzun Castle were photographed by such an inexplicable boy, he couldn't help but become angry.  The man in the middle danced in a circle with a pair of short halberds, slashing out mysterious trajectories to the left and right, directly to the sword master's chest and abdomen!

    Seeing the two short halberds coming in strange curves, the sword master had a strange look in his eyes.  As early as when he read novels in the past, he already knew that in Huang Yi's martial arts world, the basis of all martial arts is the so-called "arc that contains the principles of heaven and earth."  At that time, he had an idea that he wanted to test but never had the chance.  But don't want to??Today I finally get what I want!

    A look of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he moved upstream against the two mysterious curves. The heretic sword in his left hand suddenly flashed a stream of light, passed through the two arcs, and sank into the man's throat.

    When the heart is there, when the hand is there, the sword is there!
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