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Volume One Forty-Five River Current

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    Forty-five Rivers

    "Song Ping!" The sudden appearance of nine swordsmen not only shocked the sword master in mid-air, but even Xie Hui never imagined that there would be such an inexplicable helping hand at such a time.  It was only Song Yuhua's scream that made the two of them understand the identity of these forbearing killers - the dead soldiers of the Song clan.

    He was in mid-air, unarmed and armed with a sword.

    Not only Zhenzhen, but also Song Yuhua's heart was lifted in an instant.  Both of them heard the agreement between Sword Lord and Heavenly Sword Song Que from the sidelines.  But all this time, except for the Song clan's second-in-command, Earth Sword Song Zhi, who once appeared as a dragon, the Song clan's killers had not made any moves, so that both of them thought that Song Que would not really attack the sword master.  Killer.  However, just when there was finally hope for an end to the twists and turns of the gambling battle, the Song Clan killer who had been dormant for a long time finally revealed his sharp claws, and now, life was almost cut off!

    The murderous aura that punctured the skin reached the entire body, and there was no trace of fluctuation in the blond swordsman's resolute face. As the sword skills of both hands changed, the long sword that originally came out of the air became three points faster out of thin air.  The focus is on the opponent's weapons!

    With a soft "ding" sound, gold and iron collided, and the Aoxiao Hongchen Sword jumped out of the air and spun like a wheel, spinning towards the sword master in mid-air at a faster speed!

    Ignoring the long sword whirling back, the Song clan killer had full confidence to kill the opponent on the spot before the sword master could take the sword.

    "How proud of the sky!" A strange tone came out of the blond swordsman's mouth again.  His robes are shaking, his blond hair is flying, and his momentum is soaring to the sky. This is the proud declaration that the number one swordsman in the Central Plains will never give up.  Turning strength into strength, the boundless strength stirred up in the invisible air, creating ripples visible to the naked eye and spreading out. The nine swords filled with murderous intent were swaying like a small boat in a storm.

    The slender hand reached out, and the flywheel-like long sword once again showed its sharpness. The momentum that almost dispersed the clouds for a day finally reached its peak when the second half of the move was launched. With one sword strike, the killers in nine different directions found out at the same time.  He was actually completely enveloped in the most powerful part of the sword!

    ¡°Papa, papa¡­¡± The nine Song clan killers who were in mid-air fell to the ground like dumplings, but the blond swordsman didn¡¯t even look at them.

    The aura that soared to the sky dissipated under that blow. Amid everyone's incomprehensible eyes, he gently threw the long sword in his hand. Then, amidst everyone's straightened eyes, the falling long sword flipped in the air, and the sword spine lightened.  He held the young man's toes, and then shot through the air like a shooting star, crossing the not-so-high city gate in the blink of an eye

    In the world of Thunderbolt, the unique signature swordsmanship of the number one swordsman in the Central Plains has finally blossomed into a dazzling color that dazzled everyone in the ancient world of the Tang Dynasty. Even though Aoxiao Hongchen's swordsmanship is superb, but in this world  In front of the sword-controlling skills that are like those of gods, there is no color at all!

    "This" Someone lost his voice.

    "Flying?" Some people couldn't believe it.

    "Ascension?" Someone almost cried.

    If the possessed swordsman who was both real and illusory before could be explained by the fantasy caused by martial arts, then the final flight through the sky definitely broke everyone's common sense!

    Although there are legends of Shattered Void in the world, no one has seen it!

    "Young Master!" Zhenzhen cried with joy when she saw her young master flying out of the small town like a god.  This pure little girl didn't care about anything that could break the void. She only knew that the young master she relied on was already out of danger.  Shaking off the jade hand of Miss Song Clan, the young girl who became a monk on her way to becoming a monk brought the lightness kung fu she had just learned to the extreme, shedding tears of joy all the way, and leapt towards the city gate!

    The girl¡¯s retreating figure made everyone wake up from a dream.  Even though they already knew that the magically flying young man must have arrived at the riverside, everyone couldn't help but follow him to see what happened.

    In an instant, the long street that was crowded with people just now became empty, with only nine solitary gray figures standing still.

    Seeing his subordinates at home standing still, Song Yuhua, who originally wanted to catch up, had a bad feeling.  He jumped off the roof and quickly came to Song Ping's side. When he reached out to touch him, he found that although his body was still warm, there was no trace of life left!

    "Alas!" As allies, we have to face each other with swords.  Song Yuhua felt a wave of sadness welling up in her heart.  These are all good sons and daughters of the Song family, but Song Que used his life as a stepping stone for that young man He wanted to hate, but Miss Song didn't know who to hate.  My own god-like father?  Or is he the young man who will shake the world after today?

    "With a random sword strike, the sword edge has not yet reached the body, but the force of the sword has broken the hearts of nine masters. What a sharp swordsmanship!" A gentle voice broke Song's voice.The eldest lady was confused, and when she looked back, she saw that Song Zhi, the Earth Sword, had already finished examining the bodies of several people at some point.

    "Second uncle." Song Yuhua called softly, but didn't know what to say. He could only turn his head and cast his eyes on the tower in the distance.

    "The teacher is very good. Better than ever." Looking at his niece, a smile appeared on Song Zhijun's face.  Although everything that happened after the young man appeared was completely different from the Song family's original plan, as an ambitious man who wanted to push the Song clan to its peak, Song Zhi was extremely satisfied.  Although I didn't really believe that the young boy who had not yet lost his crown that year could hold back Cihang Jingzhai, whom his eldest brother Song Que was most worried about, with one blow, but the Song clan's more aggressive strategy in recent days was facing this Song clan  The appetite of number two.  Especially Song Shidao's recent efforts made Song Zhi, who deeply felt that his eldest brother had someone to succeed him, seemed to see the glory of the Song family.

    "But" Song Zhi's smile looked a little weird in front of the bodies of nine Song clan masters.  Looking at his second uncle, and then at the nine masters of the Song clan whose sacrifices were almost meaningless, Song Yuhua hesitated to speak. Finally, he didn't say a word. He just sighed deeply and turned towards the city gate.  Go vertically.

    Looking at Song Yuhua¡¯s retreating silhouette, the smile on Song Zhi¡¯s face gradually disappeared.  Deeply hiding the feeling of distress in his heart, he stopped looking at the nine sacrificed masters and chased after them, but his heart felt cold: "I hope it's worth it!"

    When Song Yuhua came to the river, he saw the people who had come before and a small boat on the shore.

    The Aoxiao Hongchen Sword has long been returned to its sheath. The blond swordsman is facing the river with his hands behind his back. Behind him are Jie Wenlong and the remaining Jiefu dead soldiers, but Xie Hui has long since disappeared.

    Zhenzhen¡¯s expression was a little strange. The little girl who was crying with joy just now had a pair of small hands tightly grasping one of the boy¡¯s sleeves, and her small face was staring angrily at the surging river, humming dissatisfied.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Curious and followed the girl¡¯s gaze. Among the waves, a large stain of bright red blood had faded into the river, but I didn¡¯t know who left it.

    "Zhenzhen, what's wrong?" Carrying a huge sword box on her back, the eldest lady of the Song Dynasty came out of the crowd and came to Zhenzhen's side.

    "Sister Yuhua, you don't know that the man named Yang was hiding aside just now and wanted to sneak attack. Unfortunately, his sword was not as long as the young master's. He was beaten into the river at once by the young master. He really deserved it!"

    Although the matter has passed, it can be seen that Zhenzhen is still worried about it.

    "Yang Xuyan?" Song Yuhua was a little surprised when he heard this.  She didn't understand why this shadow assassin who had just emerged in the world hated Sword Lord so much.

    The young man didn¡¯t give Song Yuhua much time to think.  Seeing that everyone had arrived, the Sword Lord, who was facing Dajiang, turned around and glanced at the dead soldiers in Duzun Fort. Then he saluted the gloomy-looking Jie Wenlong and said goodbye, then stepped onto the boat.

    Zhenzhen, who had held the proud sword of Hongchen, and Song Yuhua, who was carrying the Heretic Sword Box, both bowed gently to the people on the shore and jumped on the boat. Then Zhenzhen consciously carried the sword on her back and held up her pennant.

    When the crowd on the shore disappeared from the view of the girl named Peng Yuhua, Song Yuhua suddenly found that the blond swordsman beside him gradually faded into a day-long firefly and disappeared between the sky and the earth. Appearing on the bow of the ship was the young man with ragged clothes and bruises all over his body.

    "Poof!" A large mouthful of blood spurted out from Sword Lord's mouth, which was a foot long. His strength could no longer support his body with violent twitching muscles.  Fortunately, Song Yuhua had quick eyesight and quick hands, and caught the young man back just when Jianjun was about to fall into the river.

    Feeling the hard touch of the ship's plank on his back, looking at the gradually blurring blue sky and white clouds, and listening to the faint exclamation of the girl in his ears, the young man who had almost run out of gas finally lost all consciousness and fell into a boundless world.  In the dark.

    "Sister Yuhua, when do you think the young master will wake up?"

    "have no idea."

    "Zhenzhen, what are you doing?"

    "The old man said that this kind of grass can refresh your mind. I'll light a little. Maybe it will be useful to the young master."

    "Sister Yuhua, do you think Lord Song can do something about it?"

    "Maybe, no"

    "Where's Senior Lu?"

    "have no idea¡­¡­"

    "It's great to have yellow sheep to eat today."

    "You have to bake it a little more cooked this time."

    "Sister Yuhua, am I stupid?"

    "How could it be? You have only studied for such a short period of time and you are almost catching up with me. You are much smarter than me."

    "Sister Yuhua, why don't you learn sword skills from Lord Song?"

    "I do not like."

    "It's okay, sir."The method is so powerful, it¡¯s the same for you and Master.  "

    "Ah, Sister Yuhua, come quickly, the master's fingers are moving!"

    "Really? Let me see!"

    "Look, is the young master about to wake up? Great!"

    "Yes, Twelve is about to wake up!"
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