"What a nonsense story.
It's over now.
Concubine Yang died like this.
That emperor was really useless.
He was forced to kill his beloved woman.
What the hell, little bun.
This story is so annoying.
I feel like you are talking nonsense.
That's it. , you change the ending for me, otherwise, hum."
Long Baishuang was furious and spoke rudely.
He raised his sword in protest, which meant that he was not satisfied with the story and wanted to tell it again.
Not only was Long Baishuang dissatisfied, but everyone who listened to the story exploded.
"What kind of thing is this?
Why did it drive the great beauty to death?
I despise the useless emperor."
"Although the ending of the story is not good, it is very true.
You have to choose one among the beauties of the country.
The emperor still loves the country more."
"I want to kill 90 million people.
You bastard.
He made it up and supported the 108th ranked master.
The ending must be changed.
Otherwise, I will kill this bastard."
The monks who listened to the story in the Demon God Altar collectively exploded, with many thoughts on their minds.
Fortunately, they were not in the 10,000 vs. 1 mode.
Otherwise, they would have swarmed up and hacked the culprit to death.
Xiao Cheng sweated, how could he be so hated by hermaphrodites if he told the truth?
It would take a while to recover, so he had to get through it.
Xiao Cheng coughed lightly, stretched out two fingers, and pulled aside the sword pointed at his throat in a very pretentious manner.
An unnatural smile appeared on Ximen Chuixue's cold face, which seemed so awkward.
"It would be better if you don't laugh."
Long Baishuang looked at this man's expression with disdain.
Xiao Cheng's smile froze on his face, and he greeted the other party's maternal relatives hundreds of times in his mind.
He knew that the situation was like this and he had to handle it diplomatically.
Fortunately, there was a remedy.
He stopped laughing and said softly: "Actually, there is another ending to this story among the people.
In other words, Concubine Yang was dragged out, and then she secretly boarded a ship to Fuso, and traveled across the ocean to a foreign country, hiding her name. , live this life happily."
Xiao Cheng brought out the legendary unofficial history, and when he saw that the intersex person looked much better, he secretly said that he was lucky.
"Well, this ending is just fine.
Okay, let's sing a song about the drunken concubine.
Let me listen to it."
Long Baishuang's teasing meaning was obvious.
For some reason, he just wanted to bully the little bun, regardless of whether he was a boy or a girl.
In short, he was very happy.
This is what Long Baishuang is missing in the Ice-Cold Demon Palace, and he will naturally not let it go at this time.
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Xiao Cheng clenched his fists angrily, wishing he could punch down the hermaphrodite who forced Liang to sing.
Just like Long Baishuang stubbornly called him Little Bun, he only called this person a hermaphrodite, even though the woman this time had a beautiful and handsome appearance.
"Why, if you want to fight now, then wait until I stab your lungs with my sword."
"I'll beat your lungs, I'll beat your whole family's lungs," Xiao Cheng couldn't help but cursed wildly.
Then, the sword flashed, and Xiao Cheng was unable to dodge.
He felt that his right chest was pierced, and severe pain surged.
In fact, it was just the tip of the sword that pierced a little of his lung, but it really hurt, extremely painful.
"Swear, you continue to scold, let's see if I can't do it."
"Shameless, didn't you say you wanted a fair fight with me?"
Xiao Cheng protested.
"Hey, have you ever heard that women will actually keep their promises?
You idiot?"
Long Baishuang burst out laughing.
Xiao Cheng was inexplicably sad and angry.
The evil forces are rampant, and the hero has no choice but to signal the opponent to postpone the attack.
It is just singing.
For Xiao Cheng, who was the lead singer of a band in his previous life, it is a piece of cake.
In this way, tens of millions of monks were lucky enough to hear the male version of the drunken concubine.
Long Baishuang held the sword and listened for a long time, shaking her head.
In the end, she was very dissatisfied.
The reason was very simple.
She said that the male version was not good and could not keep up with the female version.
Then I sang a cappella once, and sure enough, it sounded better than Xiao Cheng's.
Good songs and good lyrics.
After listening to the story, the monks listened to two different versions of the new drunken concubine.
They were ecstatic and felt that this trip to the Demon Altar was so worth it.
Xiao Cheng was very angry, really angry.
Some people say that he is not good at cultivation, which is okay.
After all, he has not been exposed to this thing for a long time, but Xiao Cheng, who was addicted to playing music in his previous life, can't stand it when others say that he is not good at music.
It seems that if you don't show your little hand, you can't suppress the damn hermaphrodite.
Anger surged up in Xiao Cheng's heart.
In fact, he also knew that the song just now was more perfect.
Ximen Chuixue's voice really couldn't meet the requirements of a female voice.
It was just good enough to be able to hum the soft melody in place.
It was absolutely impossible to compete with it.
Compared to the last time I sang.
This world has very high requirements for songs.
The melody must be beautiful, the lyrics must be good, and the singing must be perfect.
Needless to say, the requirements are really high.
Seeing Long Baishuang looking at him triumphantly after singing a cappella, Xiao Cheng felt very angry.
It was obviously me who copied this song.
Why should intersex people be better than me?
Is there any natural reason for this?
Got it "Yes, you sang very well and with great taste.
The female voice in this song is more interesting, while the male voice is slightly inferior.
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Listen carefully, I will sing a new song.
You will feel better when you sing it than when I sing it. , then I have nothing to say.”
Carve each line between the eyebrows and the heart, and think through the painting.
Stained with ink, thousands of articles are yellowed, and the window screens are slightly bright in the quiet night.
Ah, the scent of rouge, who is the rolled bead curtain for?
Gaoxuan is missing, and the moon is bright at this time, I am embarrassed.
Who is playing the piano in the smoke and clouds?"
A song called Rolling Bead Curtain, with gentle eyes and cold face, Xiao Cheng's voice changes in tone, and his vocal range suddenly widens and narrows, and his singing goes deep into the heart and reaches the soul.
As he sang this song, he recalled his two lifetimes.
Thinking of the beauty I loved in the past life and the beauty I like in this life, my feelings surged out uncontrollably.
The feeling that penetrated into the bone marrow and soul was like a magic sound, touching the hearts of countless people.
"The beauty left in the empty space slowly becomes haggard."
There was moisture in Long Baishuang's eyes.
This song reminded her of what she had missed, what she regretted, and what she had in her long life.
There were so many things that touched her that she could not remain moved.
She chanted a few words slowly, looked back at the man opposite who had stood up and sorted everything out at some point, holding a long sword in his hand, with a cold face, but with care in his eyes, and suddenly woke up.
"Could it be that this person has seen through my thoughts?"
When he thought of this, he immediately put that rare touch deep into his heart and restored the elegance, cold-bloodedness and aloofness of the eldest princess Long Baishuang.
She slowly stood up and said in a concentrated voice: "Little Baozi, yes, you performed this song perfectly.
In fact, whether it is a male or female voice, if it can touch the mood so much, it is perfect.
You did it.
This song, if I perform it , I can’t keep up with you.
Dare I ask the name of this song?”
"Rolling Bead Curtain".
Xiao Cheng answered softly, looked at the hermaphrodite whose eyes had returned to coldness, and sighed in his heart, they are all people with stories.
"You are very talented, it can be said that you are talented.
If you don't say anything else, your creative ability is world-class.
With this alone, you can earn a huge amount of money by doing world tours.
However, there is no talent in the demon altar.
What determines victory or defeat, if you want to achieve your ultimate goal today, you have to ask me if the sword in my hand is ready."
Long Baishuang made a sword stance, pointing his sword at the sky.
Suddenly, the situation changed and the ice and snow disappeared.
The beautiful artistic conception brought about by the rolling bead curtain disappeared, and the little bun had returned to its peak.
There were less than a hundred breaths left, but it was enough.
In a battle between masters, one breath can already attack thousands of swords, let alone a hundred breaths.
Long Baishuang is confident that she can defeat this man in a hundred breaths.
Once it comes to a martial arts competition, she will never hold back.
This is respect for the little bun and herself.
"I'm ready".
Xiao Cheng placed the long sword in front of his chest, and the tenderness in his eyes gathered, turning into a gentleness that tolerated all things.
They were both gentle eyes, but they were different in nature.
They drew lessons from the realm of Lang Fanyun's tolerance for all things, and used Ximen Chuixue's lightning killing sword, Xiao The city has found a balance between being sentimental and ruthless.
It is not ruthless when it should be sentimental, and vice versa.
This is the way of swordsmanship that he has understood that is unique to him.
Others cannot understand or learn it.
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Every swordsman has his own path to take, a road that no one has traveled before.
Whether he can become a great player in the end depends not only on hard work, but also on luck.
Both are indispensable, and of course, persistence.
"You first."
Long Baishuang said these two words concisely and comprehensively, just like her, who is full of decisiveness, neatness, and good at being arbitrary.
"You are very confident, okay, then I won't be polite."
Xiao Cheng swung his sharp sword, and the flames on his body burst into flames, and the instantaneous slash was launched.
Xiao Cheng had used this move no less than a thousand times, he was extremely skilled, and with one move, the power in his body was like a dynamite barrel being detonated, all released, and his speed increased to an unparalleled level.
The space is like a piece of paper, cut in a straight line by a sharp paper knife, and the final landing point of the paper knife is Long Baishuang's neck.
As long as it touches Long Baishuang's neck, he will die on the spot, and this competition will be over. .
Instant Slash is all about speed.
Even if you are prepared, you will still suffer big losses at such a speed.
There is a saying that the only martial arts in the world that cannot be broken is fast.
"What a fast sword."
Long Baishuang praised in her heart, her eyes were golden, and she used the special pupil technique that can also be used by Wutianmen monks.
This is the Golden Dragon Eye of the Blood Eye Technique, which belongs to the top bloodline in the Dragon Clan.
There are so many golden eye skills that even if people see them, they won't recognize them.
This kind of pupil technique has strange characteristics.
In Long Baishuang's eyes, Xiao Baozi's sword decomposed into hundreds of thousands of space fragments, and the trajectory was extremely clear.
She made no unnecessary moves, she just raised the sword wrapped with lightning to seal it at an angle.
Clang The space exploded, flames and thunderbolts entangled together.
Lightning burst out from Long Baishuang's sword, beating the flames into nothingness.
The two swords collided in the electric light and stone fire, producing a terrifying impact.
The space was turbulent, and a circle The shock wave of circle energy spreads in the void, and everything where the energy passes is shattered.
The tangible material was reduced to ashes, which shows the magnitude of the impact.
There was surprise in Xiao Cheng's eyes.
He knew that it was impossible to severely damage this person with one move, but he still didn't expect that he would be defeated so easily.
He was really a difficult opponent.
The fighting spirit was strong, and with the force of the impact, it flipped around in mid-air, and killed more than ten thousand swords in the blink of an eye.
This was the seventh move of Wuliang Sword Dao, Ten Thousand Hands Sword
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