Facing all the heroes and the so-called famous people, the young man in the snow slowly spoke, his voice sonorous and powerful: "You want me to give Tianyi a chance to reform? Then, who will
To give her a happy and innocent life?"
Jiaogu was stunned for a moment. He never expected that the young man would be so decisive.
Bai Pinghai was also stunned, this is Mr. Jiaogu, you don't even give him any face?
Tian Qing's face darkened again, it seemed that nothing could be done about this matter today.
The young man pointed at the girl and continued: "General Tian has fought for the country all his life, isn't it to protect the people of the kingdom like her? In the end, she was defiled and humiliated by the nobles of the kingdom, so what is the meaning of General Tian's war in this life?
What? Who did General Tian protect?"
Zhan Long, who was not far away, couldn't help it anymore: "Shut up, how can you casually deny Mr. Tian's achievements?"
The young man ignored him at all and continued: "The laws of the kingdom do encourage people to do good, but they do not condone evil deeds. The general in heaven protects the land of the kingdom, not the sins of the kingdom. The people of the kingdom are already working very hard to live.
, she has no father or mother, and was born deaf and mute. She earns a meager income by sewing and dyeing fabrics, hoping to meet someone who can help her through this life of poverty, but you want to deprive her of even this right, Tianyi
Should this kind of evil behavior be punished by the laws of the Kingdom..."
He looked generous and became more and more excited as he spoke, but Yu Xingyang's heart kept sinking. He already had a hunch that this matter was developing in a bad direction.
Bai Pinghai suddenly sneered: "Little brother, listening to your tone, are you going to handle this matter according to the rules of our Dasheng Kingdom? Our kingdom has always believed that the strong is supreme. Whoever is more capable will follow his own method.
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The young man looked indifferent: "You are a famous master, so naturally I am not your opponent."
Bai Pinghai said disdainfully: "If you think that I want to deal with you, you are wrong. I, Bai, don't even bother to bully the small with the big. If you want to win by force, we will definitely find you an equal opponent. No way."
They will take advantage of you, don't you want justice? We will give you justice now."
As he spoke, he winked not far away, and Zhan Long, who was already prepared, immediately came over.
Bai Pinghai said sternly: "Brother Zhan Long, like you, is a source of energy, not a warrior. If you can defeat him, it is up to you to decide how Tian Yi proves his true identity."
These words were not addressed to the young man, but were hinting at Tian Qing.
Tian Qing said in a deep voice: "Yes, little brother, if you defeat Brother Zhan, the matter of Yi'er's physical examination will be left to you to decide. However, swords have no eyes, so you two should act cautiously and stop at the last minute."
There was a compelling edge in the young man's eyes: "Is this what you said?"
So what if it's what they said? Come on, leave here as soon as possible. As long as you keep your life, you won't be afraid that you won't have the chance to seek justice in the future. Yu Xingyang, who has always been calm, is secretly anxious at this moment, as if the young man holding the knife in the courtyard is...
Same as myself.
After another gust of cold wind hit, the bonfire by the lake was almost extinguished, the snow and wind in the sky became stronger again, and a strange sound of "woo woo woo" sounded in the air.
The young man held the knife behind his back, and the source energy had already been activated. A layer of heat seemed to be emitted from his body. All the snowflakes that fell on him were quickly blown away, and then turned into white gas.
Zhan Long holds a dazzling short sword in his hand. Judging from the weapons he chooses, he does not take advantage of the opponent. After all, they are short weapons.
But the color of his dagger was definitely extraordinary, but the boy's sickle was ordinary, so Zhan Long said proudly: "Please strike first!"
The young man did not greet him politely, and suddenly flew up, like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate, and slashed with his backhand in the air.
The sharpness of this knife caused the air waves to stir up the almost extinguished bonfire, and it actually rekindled it. Moreover, the black sickle had no light, like a ghost in the dark. It chopped up the snowflakes and cut through the night.
For an energy user to be able to reach such a state, even Tian Qing and Bai Pinghai had a hint of approval in their eyes.
But Yu Xingyang's face was particularly heavy. He was a master of swordsmanship, so he could easily tell the boy's problem at a glance.
This sword is too fierce and sharp, and the moves are weird and exquisite. To put it simply, this sword is a full-strength strike. Once it is struck, it leaves no way for you to fall back. When you encounter someone with a stronger source of energy,
Once the opponent blocks it, the consequences will be disastrous.
"bite----"
The dragon is held across the chest, and the sound of the swords clashing is particularly crisp, just like the sound of jade hitting a porcelain bowl.
But at this moment, Yu Xingyang was shocked. He could see clearly again. Although Zhan Long's sword-wielding posture had not changed, there were a few scratches on the shoulder armor. The young man's sword skills were far better than he imagined.
Zhong Gaoming.
However, this Zhan Long is a disciple of Bai Pinghai, and no matter how accomplished he is with the sword, it cannot be weakened. When the young man stepped back, the sleeve of his right hand, which was originally very shabby, was completely gone and turned into fragments scattered in the air.
The young man and Zhan Long are indeed equally matched opponents.
Zhan Long originally despised this country boy, but it wasn't until he took the knife that he realized that the opponent was not weak at all. This time he could no longer stand still and had to change from passive to active.
"Be careful!" Zhan Long took the initiative to remind him.
When the voice fell, an afterimage emerged from the figure, the route unfolded in a weird arc, and the shadow of the sword seemed to be there or not, and the light of the sword suddenly separated and then reunited.
With a "click", the young man couldn't help but take two steps back. The sickle in his hand had been broken into two pieces and the blade was submerged in the snow.
A broken weapon basically counts as a loss. Bai Pinghai said with a smile: "Little brother, now you have nothing to say, right?"
Everyone was also talking a lot, and everyone seemed to be praising Zhan Long for his outstanding skills.
Jiaogu smiled and said: "I, the leader of Bai Ping Haikong, will take Tianyi in for a physical examination. I wonder if you all have any opinions?"
What opinions do you have? Even if you have any opinions, there should be no opinions. These three people present are the most prominent ones. Who dares to object?
"Wait!" The young man slowly raised his right hand, "I haven't used my real weapon yet. This sickle is just what I usually use to cut grass."
Bai Pinghai's expression changed, and murderous intent burst out of his eyes. He has already given you two steps, but you still refuse to step down.
Seeing his expression, Zhan Long also understood and said coldly: "Little brother, aren't you willing to admit defeat?"
The young man twisted his wrist, and a dark golden light appeared between his fingers.
At this moment, the blood in Yu Xingyang's whole body almost froze, and a thunderous voice seemed to ring in his ears, so distant and yet so familiar:
"Is this sword the best sword in the world this time?"
This dark golden claw knife is clearly the heroic knife in the hand of Miss Ding Wenhe at the martial arts conference seven years ago.
Seven years is not a long time, but it is enough time for people to forget many things, so when the knife appeared, no one there recognized it.
People remember their elder brother, their king, and their glory, but they cannot remember this heroic knife.
Perhaps what people forget is the great deeds and noble qualities. Or perhaps, people even forget why they forget?
But Yu Xingyang has not forgotten that this knife left such a deep impression on him that it even changed his life. Now that it appears here again, this knife seems to have some kind of mystery with him.
And a special connection.
Of course, in the process of searching for his elder brother and Ding Wenhe over the years, he also found out the origin of this knife.
The knife itself may not be very good, but the experience of the knife made him awe-inspiring. In his heart, this knife is no longer as simple as a knife. It is a belief, the belief of a group of people, and it represents
Grassroots symbolizes perseverance, which inspires these people to never bow down and never give up.
At this moment, the knife was in the young man's hand. The dark golden light was like a bright star in the snowy night. However, in Yu Xingyang's eyes, the young man's image disappeared. What he saw seemed to be his elder brother and Miss Wenhe.
There are many people holding this knife. They are all standing in the courtyard now, facing all the powerful dignitaries, without any fear on their faces...
Yu Xingyang suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of hope, which was like the refreshing feeling of the sky clearing after the rain and the sun breaking through the clouds. He was suddenly full of confidence in this young man.
Because justice will prevail!
Even Yu Xingyang had such an idea, so why not the young man? The heroic knife was in his hand. This knife has been passed down to his generation, and he has never failed.
This time, the young man took the initiative to fly up again, and the dark golden sword light formed a large Zhanlong like snowflakes all over the sky. Zhanlong also flew out, and the dagger in his hand turned into a dazzling white light.
The white light of the avenue pierces left and right, like a swimming dragon and frightened phoenix, making a loud tinkling sound.
The figures of the two people were dazzling each other, and the turbulent air flow caused the tables and chairs around them to fly around, and they even shattered into pieces when they flew into the air.
The thermal energy in the center of the courtyard gradually formed an invisible force field, spreading out in circles of waves. The sword light flashed and extinguished in the waves. If it were not known in advance that the two people were fighting inside, others would
You will definitely suspect that this dazzling scene is the sparkling waves on the lake surface under the sun.
The light and shadow merged into one piece, fleeting, and the blade that looked like a wave suddenly closed in, and there was another crisp "ding" sound, this time the sound was long and long, like a moving clear cry.
The next moment, all the lights and shadows of swords disappeared, and calm returned to the courtyard.
Yu Xingyang couldn't help but stood up with excitement. He couldn't suppress his surprise, because the hero's knife was still in the boy's hand, but the dagger in Zhan Long's hand was missing. Zhan Long's right wrist was dripping with blood, obviously.
Cut by a claw knife.
In this battle, victory ultimately belongs to the boy and this legendary heroic knife.
No matter when and where this sword arrives, it must be sacrificed with the blood of those who consider themselves to be superior, in order to reveal its true glory.
Justice, it may be late, but it is never absent!
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