Returning in defeat

"Is it really a good sword? Is it really buried in my leg? Just leave it as compensation for me disturbing him in the middle of the night. Of course, if one day, I am confident that I can take this sword back from his leg, I can do it."

Come and give it a try!" Guo Baokun stretched out his leg and held it slightly, and the scabbard on the ground flew into Guo Baokun's leg in an instant. Guo Baokun slowly inserted the blade into the scabbard, hung the sword on his waist, patted it, and looked down.

Looking at it, I thought it was very suitable, and I couldn’t help but nodded with satisfaction.

Xie Bian stayed where he was without saying a word, quietly watching Guo Baokun hang his sword on his waist. The memory of just having sex was completely absent from his mind. Every move he made was seen through by his opponent at a glance.

Bao Kun stayed where he was without moving, but he was forced to change his sword moves continuously. In just a short moment, he changed his sword moves five or six times, until the sword in his leg finally lost any strength.

, and the sword happened to be delivered to the wrong party. It seemed that the two were not competing in martial arts, but Xie Bian personally presented the sword to Guo Baokun.

The frustration in Xie Bian's heart filled up his whole heart, and there was a look of despair in his eyes. As a swordsman, when he was crossing legs with someone, he couldn't even make a sword move, and even the sword in his legs could not be used.

He couldn't hold it, and was captured by the wrong party. It can be called a devastating defeat. Swordsmen pay attention to the indomitable self-confidence and the edge that can destroy everything. But unfortunately, Xie Bian met Guo Baokun, just like a swordsman.

The mountain completely interrupted Xie Bian's journey as a swordsman.

If Xie Bian cannot get over that failure, it will be difficult for him to make progress in his life. He will not be a ninth-grade swordsman in this life. If it is serious, he will not even be able to maintain his ninth-grade cultivation. Then he will be a swordsman, extreme and powerful.

, their influence due to their wrong state of mind far exceeds that of ordinary warriors.

"Should I not kill him?" Xie Bi'an got rid of his memories, looked at Guo Baokun who wanted to turn around and left, and asked in despair.

"Why are you asking to kill me? Besides, I have already paid the price." Guo Baokun patted the sword on his waist and pointed at Xie Bi'an with his right leg. Guo Baokun knew what it was like to be a swordsman. After all, in the ninja world, iron

There are many powerful warriors in the Kingdom, and most of them are skilled in swordsmanship. As the president of the Ninja Council, Ningji often interacts with the swordsmen of the Iron Kingdom, so he knows that if Xie Bian cannot get rid of his own shadow, it will be difficult for him to return in this life.

Becoming a ninth-grade swordsman, as for the Grand Master, it is true that Guo Baokun looked down on Xie Bian, and he definitely did not have that Ziren.

"If I don't kill him, he will come back and lament Tuo Mingyue's defeat!" Xie Bi'an is not afraid of death. For a swordsman, the sword is far more important than life.

, so Xie Bian’s heart was absolutely wrong and it was more uncomfortable than dying.

"You're welcome at any time, of course I'd like to prepare a good sword!" Guo Baokun patted the sword on his waist proudly and mocked Xie Bian again. That action was like a sharp sword directly piercing Xie Bian's heart.

"Poof!" Xie Bian couldn't maintain his posture, his mood fluctuated violently, anger and grief rushed into his heart, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Guo Baokun glanced at Xie Bian coldly, showing no emotion at all. He swayed slightly and disappeared outside the wall. Even if Xie Bian did not, there was no trace of Guo Baokun.

"Guo Baokun!" Xie Bian muttered that name in a low voice, unable to regain his consciousness for a long time.

"Ding, Ding, Ding, the sky is dry and things are dry, be careful of the fire!" The watchman's clear reminder came from the distance. Xie Bian came back to his senses and took another look at the quiet alley and the Shangshu Mansion next to it. Who would have thought that there

In a small alley, a wrong decision of the ninth grade took place tomorrow night.

Xie Bian wiped the residual blood from the corner of Yidong's mouth with the back of his leg. He glanced at the black blood on the back of his leg. Xie Bian smiled miserably and staggered towards the darkness, gradually disappearing into the night. The bright moon

After that, there was no more confident "sword breaks time", but there was a failed swordsman who wanted to take back the sword in his leg.

"What's going on? I'm injured, and there are so many people in the Guo Mansion who can't hurt me?" The second prince, Li Chengze, was walking in the main seat, drinking wine, and holding a solitary book in his lap, savoring it carefully.

Just as he put the wine glass in his lap on the desk, out of the corner of his eye he saw Xie Bian with blood on the corner of his mouth.

Li Chengze put the books in his legs away, stood up and walked towards Xie Bian, stretched out his legs to steady the stumbling figure, and carefully and slowly helped Xie Bian to the seat.

"It's useless for me to belong to the east. I'm going back in a miserable defeat!" Xie Bi'an felt a little comforted when he saw Li Chengze looking worried, and then he started to tell Li Chengze the whole story.

During the whole process, Li Chengze bent down to support Xie Bi'an, without any trace of impatience. His attitude of being courteous to the virtuous scholar made Xie Bi'an feel warm in his heart. A scholar would die for his bosom friend, and he felt that what he did was worthwhile.

valuable.

"If he didn't, he would have harmed me. Father warned him not to retaliate against Guo Baokun." The second prince Li Chengze slapped himself in annoyance, with regret and guilt on his face.

"He should have thought a long time ago that if Guo Baokun was just a weak scholar, his father would not value him so much. He did not expect that Guo Baokun was hiding too much behind his champion, a martial arts expert!" The second prince said.

Li Chengze felt annoyed and disbelieving in his heart. Who would have thought that a young boy in his weak years could not only be the number one scholar in high school, but also be a martial arts expert? It was simply a fantasy.

"Guo Baokun and I had sex. What do I think of his cultivation?" The second prince asked Xie Bian about Guo Baokun's martial arts realm. After all, it was related to how he would get along with Guo Baokun in the future. Although there was some conflict now, Li Chengze didn't care at all.

, after all, it is not like that in the court, whether we will be enemies to death tomorrow, or whether we will be die-hard allies when the moon comes out, people in power who play with power only care about interests and will not let their likes and dislikes affect their judgment.

"Although Zhudong was defeated miserably, he felt that his strength should be at the ninth level or even the ninth level." In fact, Xie Bian was not enough. In the process of having sex with him, Guo Baokun was because it was his first time to have sex with a warrior.

, so if he did not exert all his strength, could he maintain the same cultivation level as him, or could it be that his realm was too advanced and the difference was too big, which made Xie Bian take two moves in Guo Baokun's legs.

"Is the ninth grade here?" The second prince was a little reluctant to believe it. He wanted to know that ninth grade high legs were extremely rare. Look at the ninth grade arrow leg. Yan Xiaoyi was already the commander of the Imperial Guards. He was responsible for the defense of the palace and had a high position. And the eighth grade had high authority.

The palace code of the ninth grade has already become the deputy commander. It suddenly became known that the high legs of the ninth grade are so rare and rare. Even before Ye Qingmei was born, there was no so-called great master at all. The ninth grade was not considered by the warriors.

The peak that can be reached.

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