บท 288: Chapter 289: Asking for the sword? Asking for love?

Chapter 289 Asking for the sword? Asking for love?

On the top of Dengtian Pavilion. Li Hanyi was also shocked by Sikong Changfeng's sudden action. She glanced subconsciously and was stunned in place because she saw a person she had not seen for a long time. The boy who had been lingering in her heart for ten years.

Ten years have passed, and the boy is still as young as ever, and time seems to have left no trace on his face. If there is any change, it is that he has grown taller and become more mature.

Not long ago, Sikong Changfeng told her that her old friend had come. She subconsciously thought it was just her younger brother Lei Wujie. She never expected that the old friend Sikong Changfeng was referring to was not one, but two.

"This bastard." Li Hanyi ignored Lei Wujie, tapped the roof of the pavilion with his toes, jumped down, and stabbed Xiao Se with his sword.

Seeing Li Hanyi jumping off the roof, Lei Wujie became anxious: "Sword Fairy, our competition is not over yet."

"Get out." Li Hanyi did not draw his sword again, but just waved his hand casually, and a large rain of flowers floated out from the sky, blowing Lei Wujie away and making him fall onto the thirteenth floor.

"Lei Wujie, why are you back again? Are you dead?" Luo Mingxuan, the guard on the 13th floor, slapped Lei Wujie's face with a gloating look.

"No, I'm fine." Lei Wujie suddenly stood up and walked to the edge of the broken wall on the thirteenth floor. He was shocked to see that Li Hanyi had already put the sword against Xiao Se's throat.

"What happened to Snow Moon Sword Immortal? Why did he end up fighting against that guy who looks like Xiao Se?" Lei Wujie asked casually.

"I know a little about this, but maybe we can see a battle between two powerful Divine Wandering Profound Realm masters today." Luo Mingxuan walked to the side of Lei Wujie, and his eyes were full of excitement and awe as he looked down.

Not only Luo Xuan, but almost all the masters of Xueyue City came, from elders to disciples, except Baili Dongjun who had left Xueyue City long ago, and Xiao Chuhe who was in a coma, almost everyone else came.

The sword of the immortal could be used for thousands of years.

A battle between a strong man in the mysterious realm of the gods can even break the sky.

"Li Hanyi, I haven't seen you for so many years. You have become much stronger." Xiao Se pondered for a moment and smiled softly, "You have also become more beautiful."

A familiar and gentle voice came into Li Hanyi's ears, and a hint of panic appeared on her pretty face. Fortunately, she was wearing a mask and no one could see through her.

However, Xiao Se's eyes of insight saw it all.

She is still herself, and time has not left any trace on her face. If I have to say something, it is that she has shed her youthfulness and become more mature.

"Stop talking nonsense and draw your sword." Li Hanyi swung out a sword flower, stepped back a dozen feet away, and pointed the sword at Xiao Se.

Ten years of waiting ended today. No matter what, she had to defeat Xiao Se and keep him by her side.

Xiao Se looked around, "Are we going to start the fight here? If Xueyue City is destroyed, the Third City Lord will be heartbroken."

"He dares." Li Hanyi glanced at Sikong Changfeng with her beautiful eyes.

"Do whatever you want. Do whatever you want." Sikong Changfeng felt his hair tingling. He smiled awkwardly and retreated with the crowd around him.

"Okay, let's start." Li Hanyi glared at Xiao Se.

"Okay then." Xiao Se smiled helplessly: "Do you want to make the first move? Or should I make the first move?"

"Stop talking nonsense and take action quickly." Li Hanyi said impatiently.

"Oh." Xiao Se responded without any hesitation and urged the sword in his right hand.

On the thirteenth floor of Dengtian Pavilion is Lei Wujie's killing sword.

Li Fansong's peach wood sword on the eighth floor of Dengtian Pavilion.

All the swords in Xiaguan City flew out automatically.

Even the sword in Li Hanyi's hand was almost out of control and was pulled out by Xiao Se's soul power, floating above his head.

In an instant, thousands of swords almost covered the sky and pointed at Li Hanyi.

This is the sword control technique that Xiao Se learned from Long Kui. Its power is linked to soul power. The stronger the soul power, the stronger the power. Now with the soul power of Xiao Se, a seventh-grade mid-stage alchemist, not to mention Xiaguan, even the swords of the entire Xueyue City can be easily controlled. However, without the imprint of the soul mark, these swords are far from being able to exert the true power of the sword control technique.

Of course, Xiao Se would not hurt Li Hanyi. He controlled the power of each sword within Li Hanyi's tolerance range, and he didn't even use the sword intentionally.

"Wow, all the swords in the city flew out. Is this the strength of a strong man in the Divine Wandering Realm?" On the thirteenth floor of the Dengtian Pavilion, Lei Wujie widened his eyes when he saw this scene.

"No, that shouldn't be the case. I once had the honor of meeting the second city lord, who cut off the top of Cangshan Mountain with one sword." Luo Mingxuan swallowed.

Xiao Se stepped on the Shabu Sword and slowly rose into the air. Looking down from above, he made up a name for the sword: "The name of the sword is Wanjian Guizong."

Feeling the terrifying power of the swords in the sky, Li Hanyi raised his eyebrows and angrily said, "Bullshit, these swords are just powerful in vain, but I have never felt the true meaning of the swords. I guess you made it up on the spot."

"Uh." Xiao Se's mouth twitched, and he said awkwardly: "Did you figure it out? Strictly speaking, it's not a fabrication, because of this trick."

"Be serious." Li Hanyi clenched his five fingers into a fist, feeling very disappointed with his friend.

No matter when bleakness is always so irritating. It was like this ten years ago, and it is still like this ten years later.

But maybe this is not bad, at least, he is still the same person, he has not changed.

"Okay then." Xiao Se shrugged slightly, moved his fingers slightly, and the Sky Sword automatically flew back to its original place, leaving only the Killing Sword under his feet.

He leaped down and landed lightly on his heels. With a wave of his hand, the Killing Sword automatically flew into his hand and pointed at Li Hanyi.

The Snow Moon Sword was unsheathed in an instant, forming a sword flower. In an instant, the air temperature dropped sharply, and streaks of frost condensed on the ground.

Li Hanyi did not hesitate. He tapped the ground with his toes and his figure turned into a wisp of light smoke. He disappeared on the spot and reappeared behind Xiao Se, chopping down vertically.

Clang!

The Snow Moon Sword was easily blocked by the Killing Sword.

"It seems that you have completely mastered the Piaomiao Yanbu." Xiao Se said with a smile.

"Stop talking nonsense and watch me." After one move was blocked, Li Hanyi immediately changed his sword moves and fought with Xiao Se.

On the streets, golden and red sword beams crisscrossed.

On the bluestone road, the sword plowed out hideous and terrifying sword marks.

Houses on both sides of the road were blown away in an instant.

Xiao Se and Li Hanyi were like a huge destructive machine. They destroyed almost everything they hit. In a short while, the originally prosperous Xiaguan was completely destroyed.

"Dad, can you see clearly what they are doing?" Sikong Qianluo swallowed and asked Sikong Changfeng.

"I can barely see some of them, but the gap between my realm and theirs is too great. If we fight, I probably won't last more than ten moves." Sikong Changfeng's face was solemn. This was still his conservative estimate because he couldn't see through the two of them at all, especially Xiao Se. Every time Li Hanyi increased his combat power a little, Xiao Se would also increase it a little to keep them equal.

"Only ten moves." Sikong Qianluo took a breath and asked, "Father, I vaguely remember that when we were young, Snow Moon Sword Fairy was not your opponent. Why has she improved so much in the past ten years?"

"Because of one person and one magical herb." Sikong Changfeng said meaningfully.