The calm coastline, the waves are gentle, washing the reef, but suddenly there is an unusual wind!

Qin Xiaochuan took the tattered sword and stepped on the beach, his expression was peaceful and comfortable after a long absence. www.biquge.info Anyone who has been locked up in the dark for too long will cherish a moment of freedom and sunshine. He was wearing a purple robe that looked very old, which he had borrowed from the swordsman who was practicing in the tower when he left the Sealed Sword Tower. His originally slender black hair was dyed with moist moisture in the sea breeze, and turned white overnight, which was the sequelae of the rapid loss of life energy after removing the demon heart. His youthful face, which has always remained unchanged, is dyed with traces of time, more like a predecessor who has experienced a hundred years.

Old and young, it always looks extraordinary.

On the reef, there is also white hair. Bai Ma Zongheng was dressed in black, his eyebrows were proud, so young that he would not let people mistake his age, turned around and lifted his clothes, held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, and looked up but was stunned.

At this moment, Qin Xiaochuan had just folded one hand, his eyebrows were peaceful, and he looked up and smiled.

The white horse suddenly realized that the people had risen to the sky! In an instant, the peaceful greetings of Qin Xiaochuan had disappeared on the beach. The sea breeze turned fierce, leaving a sword mark on the reef. The figure of the purple-clothed man suddenly appeared on the reef, and the sword in his hand that looked like it would break at the touch of the pothole, suddenly twisted for three weeks under the urging of his power, and struck upward like a whip against the wind!

With a bang, three sword shadows chased after the white horse, like a mountain rising to the sky.

"Yinchuan roaring waves break a thousand peaks!"

The white horse frowned, the sword had broken out from his waist, and the man was in mid-air, and the silver blade of the sword had set off layers of waves, breaking through the mountain predicament, like a petrel in the waves, and in an instant it was already entangled with human figures.

Silent.

The two are staggered, the purple clothes and the black clothes shuttle in the shadow of the sword, and there is a sword roar in the wind, but there is no gold and iron intermingling. The sword of the white horse is heavy one after another, and the sound of humming and the sound of the waves are mixed into a very rhythmic and strange score, which is in line with the true meaning of the origin of its swordsmanship. But sword after sword, each sword seemed to hurt the other, and each sword was only a millimeter away.

After a few breaths, the white horse first collected his sword and jumped back to the reef:

"No fights. ”

What's there to fight here. From beginning to end, the tattered sword in Qin Xiaochuan's hand never touched the sword in Bai Ma's hand, allowing the other party to try to close the distance between them again and again. But even if the clothes between the two are entangled, the distance between the swords is always maintained at a finger's length, no matter how tricky the angle of the white horse's vertical and horizontal sword is, Qin Xiaochuan can find the gap in it with ease, this kind of control is no longer the gap between the skills, but the difference in swordsmanship.

The current white horse is far from Qin Xiaochuan's opponent. In the future, the white horse will be vertical, and how do you know that today's opponent will progress to that level!

After fighting a few moves, knowing the gap between each other, Qin Xiaochuan neither took advantage of the victory to pursue, nor did he show disappointment, but his face was calm, his fingers were a little bit, and the sword returned to its original state and hung down to the ground with his five fingers: "Chuanliang sword moves, quite distinctive." ”

It's like talking about a very distinctive snack.

"One day, I will create my own swordsmanship!" said the white horse, looking up at the waves, his expression was far away for a while. It was probably because the expression of the person who was about to fight was too calm from beginning to end, so that he could not have any hostility towards Qin Xiaochuan in front of him, but instead gained a lot from the trick just now, and thought about what he had learned.

"Your surname is Baima?" Qin Xiaochuan suddenly asked.

Hakuba finally glanced over: "Is your name 'three'?"

There are several pseudonyms on the rivers and lakes, what's so strange. He will marry a wife and have children in the future, and he will not necessarily name his son Baima XX.

Qin Xiaochuan: "Haha. When he smiled, his peaceful facial features showed a little sharpness, "Goodbye." ”

A gust of wind passed. There are few people on the beach, not even a single footprint remained.

This half-way decisive battle does not seem to have set off any waves in the rivers and lakes.

A few days later, the news that Su Xuyuan, the son of the fragrant white lotus, threw his corpse and buried the corpse in the river, causing a big uproar. But no matter how big the turmoil is, it will gradually subside, and then the story belonging to the Su couple will come to an end.

For a long time, no one dared to mention the style bell in front of Su Huanzhen.

The sky was clear on a sunny day.

The water of the river of corpses is still pitch black. A woman wrapped in a plain white turban and carrying a basket of incense and candles walked to the river in the rising sun. The light veil covered the face, and the woman's face could not be seen clearly, only a white forehead and long black hair, and a pair of eyelashes like butterfly wings drooping lightly. The disguised style bell opened incense candles and other sacrificial items by the river, and sighed softly. Those who have left have long since left, and those who cannot be recovered will not be able to be retained after all. The previous large amount of blood loss finally damaged the foundation, and it was not until the turmoil in the rivers and lakes subsided that she dared to set foot on the bank of the river of the burial corpse. The hand that lit the incense candle did not tremble...... Wu'er, my mother is late.

The worship is over.

The demeanor bell suddenly felt it, and looked up to the side.

A few zhang away, a corner of purple clothes was slightly exposed behind a few piles of pitch-black mountain rocks. The demeanor bell pondered in his heart, and realized that the breath of Jin Yulan, who accompanied him, was always around. There was no warning, no hostility was felt, and the gaze that lingered on him was more calm and curious. She must be in her heart, the corners of her lips can't help but hook slightly under the veil, and suddenly she turns to the black stone and bows her head.

Sou.

The corner of the old purple clothes immediately quickly pulled away.

A month later.

Thousands of waves and half a step into the sea.

Ximen Hanzhao, an elder in the sword world, was sitting in the middle hall drinking tea. Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the outside world, and a figure staggered in, the red-clothed sword was broken, the long hair was scattered, and the corners of the lips were stained with blood.

"Huh?" Sensing that something was wrong, He Kezhou, the eldest disciple standing on the side, stepped forward and held his junior brother, and saw that in just a flick of his fingers, Mo Xuanyin's expression was still angry, and his face was pale and his breath was completely gone. He Kezhou's hands trembled, and he immediately got up: "What person!"

In an instant, a sword flashed.

The sword melted into the light, far faster than all speeds. When the afterglow of light remained in the human eyes, the sharp light had never been able to react He Kezhou's chest penetrated, bringing up a hazy blood mist.

Let's go.

Ximen Hanzhao paused the teacup, and the people swept out like Peng birds, only to move slightly when passing by He Kezhou, who fell backwards. For a short time, outside the door of the central hall, there was a backlit figure standing silently, old purple clothes, pale and long hair, with both hands behind his back but not wearing a sword: "I'm here to teach Ximen the sword to learn." "One word, ten words, the two are already face-to-face.

A sword groan!

Qin Xiaochuan's left hand slashed across the void, and with the lightness of the wind, he responded to Ximen Hanzhao's halberd with the lightness of the wind, and his right hand pointed at the halberd of the sword, and his right hand attracted the light, calming the anger rising in the heart of the sword realm elders with the sword technique of peace and light. Seeing and hurting people, it has provoked the killing intent to dye the wind, a staggered, a raise of the hand, the sword burst out, scattered and destroyed the main gate, the threshold turned into powder, and the sawdust was like a stimulating shot!

He Kezhou couldn't hold it anymore: "Teacher...... Zun ...... "His eyes closed and he fell to the ground.

People were in front of him, but they failed to save the disciples. The sword shines on the corner, and he can't suppress the enemy with one move! Ximen Hanzhao's anger in his heart at this moment can be imagined, and he even regrets why he didn't stop the action of the eldest disciple when he was thinking in his heart before. It has been too long since he became a respected predecessor in the sword world near the half-step sea, so long that he does not use the sharp blade, and after receiving the apprentice, he has forgotten the cruelty of martial arts.

"You're damned. ”

Ximen Hanzhao was furious, and the steady and peaceful peace that had existed in just a few seconds before immediately turned into boundless anger, and the sword intent came from his fingers, like the flames of a knife forcing Qin Xiaochuan to retreat to the courtyard. The blade of the sword passed over the clothes, lifting the old purple clothes, revealing the corner of the black sword body underneath the clothes. Qin Xiaochuan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't even draw his sword, gave up the sharpness of the sword, raised his hand and pointed at the sword intent to the sword.

A wisp of water vapor in the wind. Wood makes fire, fire melts earth into gold, gold turns into soft water in the light, and the sword intent turns around, dissipating the spirit of fire, and leading the edge to pass by.

Sharp sword qi slammed into the ground beside the two of them, shattering the masonry and kicking up dust in the sky, obscuring the sight from the sidelines.

Ximen Hanzhao didn't see it, one of the two disciples who had fallen to the ground in the middle hall moved his fingertips slightly, but he recognized a familiar feeling from years ago in Qin Xiaochuan's sword intent.

The water swirled along the void, slashing through the crack at the fingertips, becoming more ethereal, like the wind blowing on the face; the wind helped the fire, and turned away, invisibly leading the sword intent in Ximen Hanzhao's hand to devour himself.

"Pick me up for the last time. ”

Ximen Hanzhao suddenly withdrew, allowing the sword intent of the wind to leave scratches on his clothes one after another: "The iron horse has fallen for nine days!"