Jian Wushuang came to the courtyard where he and Jian Meng'er had been practicing sword skills on weekdays.
Normally, Jian Meng'er would have been waiting here for a long time, but today, when Jian Wushuang came to this courtyard, he did not find Jian Meng'er's presence. Only a man in black robes was waiting quietly with his hands behind his back. Holding his Jianlan.
A bad premonition immediately arose in Jian Wushuang's heart.
"Uncle Lan." Jian Wushuang shouted as usual.
"Are you here?" Jian Lan turned around. His face was not as gentle as before, but only had a majestic and cold look on his face. "I think you should know what happened. Just today, the master of the palace personally appointed Meng'er as the head of the Jiange Pavilion. After the battle for the new Pavilion Master, Jianhou Ling, a succession ceremony will be held, and the token representing the identity of the Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master should be on your person."
Jian Wushuang was startled.
The token representing the master of the Sword Pavilion is the number one killing sword in the Jianhou Mansion, the Three Killing Sword!
This three-kill sword was brought back by someone not long after his father went on a trip. It has been kept by him for the past four years. It is the long sword he carries on his back.
"Hand it over." Jian Lan said.
Jian Wushuang was trembling 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!"
"With Meng'er's identity, how can you see her just by asking?" Jian Lan snorted coldly.
"I will never hand over the Three Kills Sword until I see Meng'er." Jian Wushuang said firmly.
Even at this moment, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that all this was just because of Jian Lan, and Jian Meng'er had no choice but to...
"Presumptuous." Jian Lan shouted, just about to get angry.
"Father." Jian Meng'er, a stunningly beautiful girl wearing snow-white clothes, walked slowly from the house.
"Meng'er." Jian Wushuang glanced over, but at just the first glance, the only trace of hope in Jian Wushuang's heart instantly disappeared. He noticed, and noticed the feeling deep in Jian Meng'er's eyes. Cold, that ruthless feeling.
Jian Wushuang immediately understood that what happened today was not forced by Jian Meng'er.
"Have you been lying to me?" Jian Wushuang stared at Jian Meng'er and asked.
"Lied to you? No." Jian Meng'er shook her head, "I never promised you anything, and even if you taught me how to practice swordsmanship, although 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 taught me swordsmanship, which is very fair!"
"Is it just a deal?" Jian Wushuang smiled miserably and asked: "You should know that the Three Killing Sword was brought back by someone after my father went out to travel. It may be my only clue to find my father's whereabouts in the future. !”
"I know." Jian Meng'er nodded.
"You also know that my biggest wish in this life is to one day be able to replace my father with the Three Kills Sword and take charge of the sword pavilion!" Jian Wushuang continued to ask.
"I know too." Jian Meng'er nodded again, "But a wish is a wish. For you, this wish will never come true. After all, in the final analysis, you are just a waste who can't even condense your spiritual power."
"Trash?" Jian Wushuang couldn't help but feel a trace of self-mockery in his heart.
Just this morning, he practiced the Heaven Creation Art and finally gathered his spiritual power to become a genuine warrior. He immediately wanted to share this matter with Jian Meng'er, but who would have thought that in the latter's eyes, He was just a waste from beginning to end? A poor guy who can't even gather his spiritual power
"Jian Wushuang, the matter has come to this, don't be entangled anymore. The more entangled you are, the more cowardly you will appear. If you are really unwilling, then use your strength to challenge me in an upright and upright manner. In this world, everything depends on Fists speak, you are weak, you were exploited and deceived, who is to blame?" Jian Meng'er said indifferently.
"So that's it? After all, am I still too weak?" Jian Wushuang smiled faintly, but the smile looked extremely miserable no matter how you looked at it, "It turns out that I have always been a fool!"
"Haha, you're stupid! You can be stupid!"
"I am the biggest idiot in the world!"
"That's ridiculous!"
Jian Wushuang roared, his expression almost crazy. Jian Lan and Jian Meng'er watched quietly from the side, but there was no mercy in their eyes.
What I said just now, although heartless, is the truth.
This world is a place where the weak prey on the strong!
Jian Wushuang laughed miserably, and at the same time, his entire mind seemed to be roared by billions of thunders at the same time. His face was distorted, and his eyes were extremely complicated. It was unbelievable at first, and very Soon there was confusion again, and then there was rage, even almost madness.
But just a moment later, Jian Wushuang's laughter stopped, and he raised his head again, but his eyes gradually returned to normal.
Jian Lan and Jian Meng'er both noticed the change in kung fu at this moment, and were both quite surprised.
Little did they know that in just a few moments, Jian Wushuang's heart had undergone earth-shaking changes.
The original innocence and simplicity were gone at this moment. In this short moment, Jian Wushuang felt as if he had experienced decades of vicissitudes.
Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang looked at Jian Meng'er again. There was no trace of the tenderness in his eyes anymore, only the chill that was so cold that it reached the bone marrow. At this moment, Jian Meng'er, who was being stared at by Jian Wushuang, couldn't help it. A shudder.
How cold is this look
Just like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.
"Jian Meng'er, you are right. Only the weak will pretend to be pitiful to win the sympathy of others, while the strong always rely on their strength to speak. In this case..." Jian Wushuang's voice was cold, and the three-kill sword was unsheathed behind him. Accompanied by a hint of sword sound.
laugh!
The sharp sword blade suddenly made a bloody gash on Jian Wushuang's palm... The blood-stained palm was suddenly grasped, causing a heartbreaking pain. Jian Wushuang looked ferocious as he stared at Jian Meng'er.
"Two months from now, there will be a battle for the Sword Lord Order, that is, the day you take over as the master of the Sword Pavilion, I will fight with you!"
"I will let everyone know that Jiange... will always be Jiange's Jiange, my father's Jiange, and my Jiange. No one else, no matter who they are, can even think of getting a foothold in it!"
"Whoever gets involved will be chopped into pieces by me!"
The blood slowly dripped along the arm and dripped to the ground, and Jian Wushuang's words were so sonorous and powerful at this moment.
"As for this three-kill sword, huh..." Jian Wushuang looked at the killing sword in his hand and smiled coldly, "If you want it, I'll give it to you!"
Jian Wushuang threw the Three-Kill Sword to Jian Meng'er, then turned around and left. When he was about to step out of the courtyard, Jian Wushuang paused in his steps and spat out calm and childish words.
"I'll find you in two months!"
Jian Meng'er frowned slightly and stared in surprise at Jian Wushuang's gradually disappearing figure, which seemed a bit lonely and lonely. The three-kill sword tightly held in her hand suddenly became as heavy as a thousand catties...
"Huh, he's just a waste who can't even condense his spiritual power. He wants to challenge you Meng'er in two months? He should first find a way to become a real warrior in two months." aside. Jian Lan still disagreed.
Jian Meng'er's brows straightened immediately.
That's right, a loser who hasn't even condensed his spiritual power yet is going to fight her in two months
This is a joke!
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