On the lonely peak, the wind swirls. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoQin Xiaochuan looks at the traces of the wind! He has stepped on thousands of mountains, been to the seaside, and has also been to the depths of the coldest snow-capped mountains. He's drunk the strongest wine in the desert, and it's time to try the fastest sword on earth! The traces of the wind are more straightforward, with the sleeves raised and the streamers flying; As soon as the hand was raised, the Demon Flow Sword had been transformed.

It's different from the moment the two met decades ago. At this time, the scar of the wind looked much calmer, his eyes were calm to the point of being a little indifferent, and his white clothes were like snow, not stained with dust; The body of the sword is dull, and the blade is like ice; Standing alone in the mountain wind, although calm, there is hidden danger.

The wind was suddenly quiet.

Qin Xiaochuan stepped forward. The wind was only calm within a quarter of him, as if there was a fault in the space. The disorder of the five elements is manifested in the absence of wind and the natural suspension of sand, and the light is reflected by a little dust, like a sword with ten thousand points, which suddenly explodes.

The Demon Flow Sword was suspended in the air, originally tied to the long white belt that extended backwards, but at this time, it was suddenly unsheathed, and the sharp light flashed away, accompanied by the white-clothed figure that disappeared into the raging wind. The wind left traces, not a pole move, and it has naturally exerted the speed of the sword to the extreme. Light, like a sword, kicks up dust like smoke, and every bit of dust is a sword edge! But he couldn't catch the white clothes and the sword shadow in the wind. In the blink of an eye, the cold feeling had passed by, and it was still Qin Xiaochuan who turned around to increase his speed to the maximum. And in the next second, the white light swirled, like the wind whistling in the face-

Not the wind, but the sword. The Demon Flow Sword rolls the mountain wind and turns it into its own use, turning the lightness of the wind into the sharpness of the sword, and looking for the wildest passion in calmness.

Bite!

Countless gravels swirled up in the air, attracted by the invisible space around Qin Xiaochuan's body, and laid many obstacles in an instant, blocking the movement of the wind. He braked statically, raised his hand and bent his fingers, and the gravel between his fingers moved smartly, which was comparable to capturing the sword shape in the wind.

The white streamer extended forward, replacing the sword-wielding hand of the Wind Scar, and a subtle wind spewed out halfway through, blocking the swift shadow of the gravel. The Demon Flow Sword became more and more dim in the light, while the blade became brighter and brighter, and in an instant, it was the sword intent that Qin Xiaochuan formed again in the bend of his fingers, and the sword intent was as impressive as the wind.

Wind against wind, the strong wins. The originally static inch of space was abruptly broken and calm, like ripples on the surface of the water, layer by layer, looking outward, it was extremely clear in the eyes, but the speed was actually extremely fast. At the moment when the Demon Flow Sword and the Wind Transformation Sword were entangled with each other, countless gravel missiles flew outward, snatching and shattering the hard mountain rocks within a zhang outside the two of them!

The white streamer was twisted into countless hairsprings in an instant, and as soon as it interfered, the two of them lost their control of the wind at the same time. At this moment, the five fingers of the Wind Trace suddenly grasped the hilt of the Demon Flow Sword: "Sword Demon Flow." ”

Wild all at once! The Demon Flow Sword didn't need to continue to manipulate the air current, and it was the wildest wind that swept through everything.

For a moment, the white-clothed swordsman showed a black-haired demon shadow behind him, not split, but one and the other side of the wind. The sword, obliquely, turned with the trend, stepped forward, carrying the madness of the Nine Heavens with an angry roar, and suddenly fell down!

It is collapse, pressure, and interception.

The timing was at the moment when the airflow around Qin Xiaochuan's body turned from static. But at this moment, Qin Xiaochuan's five fingers had already grasped the floating light around him, blazing as hot. The gravel that had not had time to escape from this range was immediately turned into green smoke by the high temperature, and in the midst of the repeated green smoke, his fingers together chased the sword blade that was pressed by the wind like light, and smeared the demon flow sword body at an extremely fast speed, and at this moment, the high temperature that was rapidly transmitted along the iron body made the sword lose its accuracy.

The Demon Flow Sword smashed the stones on the ground, and Qin Xiaochuan passed by.

The scar of the wind turned around step by step, his eyes did not fluctuate, and the strong force did not completely affect Qin Xiaochuan, and the moment his fingers touched the blade of the sword, he bounced away along with his arm. "Sword, weeping blood!" The speed faster than the wind made the figure of the white-clothed swordsman freeze in the air, in fact, the person was no longer in place, and the sword of death struck again!

Bite.

This time, there was no one in the wind to splash blood. The same moves, a completely different realm from decades ago, Dacheng's wind sword technique, and the domineering demon flow of free transformation, but a sword rushed forward, stabbing into the solid iron. The heavy black sword suddenly came out of its sheath from its waist, the width of a palm, seemingly without a blade, and the whole body was engraved with dark lines of Ganoderma lucidum. Qin Xiaochuan's left foot smashed the mountain stone that was half a person high, and he withdrew with his strength, with a twist of his wrist, the black sword was in his hand, and he blocked the sword that pierced the heart in a chic and neat manner. The huge force converged, and the blades of the two swords bent at the same time, and the heavy ripples shook the air, and suddenly exploded into an extremely strong air current, exerting another gravity on the already shattered mountain rock.

In an instant, the mountain collapsed and the ground shook.

The white-clothed figure of the Wind Trace is transformed into two; One is dressed in white and has a calm expression, and the other is in black and the black hair is unruly; The Demon Flow Sword was divided into two sword shadows at the same time, a silver blade snow blade, and a dark abyss, and at the moment of contact with the black sword heavy blade, they were differentiated, and the two swords hit the opponent at the same time. Three moves in a row, sudden attack and killing, is the trace of the wind is also the way to kill, and the heavy killing secret is spread into a spiral cyclone! The reason why martial arts are fascinating is that they are so constant and not accompanied by mortal danger. What's more, the sword opens with a double edge.

After all, there was a splash of blood.

but they could not tell whose blood it was. At the most dangerous juncture, the purple edge of the black sword appeared, and Qin Xiaochuan was clasped with his right hand and fingers, one by one, and it was the mysterious legend of the Mu that fused the sword path of the earth: "The Five Elements Return to the Yuan, Fang Tian and flow across the Xuan Peak." "Demon Sword, Wind Scarf!"

The purple light turned into starlight, piercing through the whirlwind like a stream of light, dancing with the double black and white sword blades, and the sound of sharp slashes across the skin sounded at the same time. In the next moment, the air flow was still again.

For a moment of stillness, the wind turned to a slow wind.

The scar of the wind stopped, the black and white double shadows merged into one, the Demon Flow Sword was held in the left hand, the blade of the sword was bloody, and there was also blood between the fingers! Qin Xiaochuan stood with his back to him, the mountain stone under his feet was sharpened into a pit, and a little red dripped from the smooth mirror-like stone, which came from the fingers of his right hand that naturally drooped, but the white robe was slowly stained red with blood, and the wound was on the left shoulder one inch away from the heart.

With a soft sound of iron, three cracks slowly appeared in the middle of the black sword held horizontally, and the cracks expanded rapidly, breaking a gap in the blade. The tense atmosphere changed instantly. Qin Xiaochuan lowered his head in astonishment, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and found that the sword he had worked so hard to forge with his cultivation was broken.

Boom, the Demon Flow Sword was still in its sheath, and it instantly sank under the hem of the Wind Scar under the curl of the remaining white belt. "Your sword?" The Scar of the Wind had a low voice and turned around, as if in pity.

Qin Xiaochuan turned around at the same time and stroked the black sword: "I lost." ”

Lose in the weapon, but also lose in the depth of the sword. The move of the five elements pays attention to mutual restraint, as well as the complexity and change of the moment of responding to the enemy. The blades had just intersected, and if he could attack with his right hand and unload with the gravitational force of the sword intent of water with his left hand, even if he only used a wooden sword, he would never be damaged at all.

The winner is not arrogant, and the loss is frank.

Traces of the Wind: "I may not win." ”

The difference in weapons, although it is only a fraction, is enough to affect the victory or defeat.

If it had just happened, the opponent would not have retreated the black sword because he instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and he would not have been hit in the shoulder and injured himself. Weapons, though not all, should also be the soul of the swordsman.

"More than ever, you have found your way in the sword." is no longer a young man who only had a direction but is still ignorant, but has grown to the level of enough to fight with two top swordsmen in the sword world in the past few decades. The Trace of the Wind felt relieved for his friend Yi Qiunian at this time, and only his eyes changed: "You, very good." ”

The sword is also sheathed, and the scabbard is black and brown, which is the color of the earth. Qin Xiaochuan's aura was flat, and his eyebrows seemed to be a little peaceful: "Thank you, senior." "Thank you, once on the lonely peak, there was no real sword to pull people down, and there was still room for three points, and then give guidance. Although at that time, Qin Xiaochuan was indeed pierced by the Demon Flow Sword, but in the subsequent battles, he obviously showed mercy to his subordinates. Especially now, in Qin Xiaochuan's opinion, the traces of the wind that had not faded at that time, and the mercy of his subordinates was quite obvious. There are opportunities that not everyone can grasp. Qin Xiaochuan occasionally thinks about why it is himself. But thinking about it, it's nothing more than two points, he has a prescience, and he is not dead.

Leaving Lonely Peak, it was nearly dusk. Yu Qi was in the air, he didn't know the direction, he just wanted to go up against the wind, and the last thing that attracted him to stop was the sound of water by the river.

Qin Xiaochuan didn't know what kind of river this was, only to see that the hazy night was dim, the river water was sparkling, layered on top of each other, the shadows of the mountains on both sides of the bank were like smoke, and the water area was open and particularly refreshing. He found a gentle place and walked to the water's edge, leaned over to untie his robe, and washed the blood from the wound that was slowly healing.

At this moment, there was a singing voice from afar, and the voice of the singer was low, and the tune was gentle, with an indescribable gloom. Looking at the song from afar, a lamp is like a bean, and it is not clear through the curtain, and there is a small boat floating down the river in the middle of the river in the dark, even bringing the aroma of wine.

Amorous twilight accompanies people, and the ethereal clouds are lonely shadows.

Drunk and sleepless, I listened to the sound of rain all night.

The familiar lyrics, the familiar artistic conception, and even evoke the familiar Jiang Ying with infinite emotion in my heart! It happened that Qin Xiaochuan had just fought unfinished, and although he had the blessing of Buddhism, his mood had not completely calmed down. He was suddenly willing to pause, swept by, stepped on the river, and suddenly landed on the small boat of Wupeng.

With a bang, the singing stopped.

The lights reflected the figure leaning against the cabin behind the curtain. With a hesitation, a sharp ray penetrated out, lonely, desolate and abrupt.

Qin Xiaochuan turned his face slightly, letting the sword wind take away the white hair in his ears.