The wind, whistling and echoing between the valleys!

At the foot of the lonely peak, Yi Qiunian's gray black hair was violently blown up by the oncoming wind! The sword ruffian's brown robe surged with the wind, but his feet stood still, calmly with one hand behind his back, and the other hand bent his fingers. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's like slowly wrenching your fingers, counting: "One, two, three......"

Call.

The figure of the mountain peak collided, and a white shadow looked very much like Qin Xiaochuan, and it was flying out uncontrollably.

The shadow hit the mountain wall and turned back halfway. With a wild shout from afar, the lonely peak was like a falling sun, and the strong golden rays formed a staggered swastika Sanskrit, which swept the wind on the peak.

Faced with the dying crisis, Qin Xiaochuan's black hair danced like a demon, and the white robe opened a hole in his chest and flew like a phantom.

The other person was in mid-air, his face was embarrassed, and without saying a word, he raised his hand to use a life-saving move, which was the Buddhism that Brahma taught before leaving! A quarter of an hour ago, the master of the Lonely Peak, the Demon Stream, swept away without saying a word, and the sword wind formed a bang in the air, containing extremely strong power. The Demon Flow Sword Moves are far beyond the imagination of ordinary swordsmen. At first, Qin Xiaochuan interlaced his hands and "Bright Shine on Daqian" to prevent the black sword flow formed by the demonic qi in the wind, but he couldn't prevent the strong sword blade drawn in front of him, and he immediately took three or four steps back until he fell out of the range of the mountain peak, and sprinkled a bead of blood in the wind. was forced to have no choice, and the peak of loneliness staged a big collision:

"Great Brahma Holy Palm!"

If you are sent out a second time, you are really not sure that you will not fall. Qin Xiaochuan knew that being able to step into the Lonely Peak was an opportunity, and falling off the Lonely Peak was a loss of this opportunity. Looking back, he must remember to thank his predecessors for remembering the autumn year, and thank this person for not killing the grace and asking others to kill him!

Rumble~~

Qin Xiaochuan's Buddha beads wrapped around his wrist for a week, and the Great Brahma Holy Palm was ruthlessly pushed downward, adding another point to the power of the Buddhist Sect after the relics were added. In an instant, the Buddha's light was dazzling, and the aura was all over the place, and this was just the second blink of an eye after a short fight.

Lonely Peak, Yi Qiunian's fingers only counted to the second.

And on the Lonely Peak, the storm of the hedge between the extreme moves and the extreme moves has just formed a golden and black air current.

"Sword Demon Flame!"

The black hair was blown up by the wind, and it became more and more arrogant of the sword intent! After one move, the Demon Flow Sword did not turn around, and the invisible sword wind urged the black streamers behind him, and he used both hands to carry the sword blade! After the second move, the situation reversed, and the Buddha Light couldn't suppress the black ** flow whirlwind in an instant, allowing the sword to break through the confinement again. The momentum of the wind and the move of the demon flame complement each other, there is fire in the wind, and the fire carries the momentum of swallowing the sky, sweeping and engulfing the people in the air at one time.

Qin Xiaochuan's figure fell to the ground, with another scar on his shoulder, a broken wrist bead, and only one relic was reluctant to be dropped and barely buckled in the palm of his hand. In an instant, he was knocked down from the sky, and his eyes were filled with chaotic wind sword intent and flying sand, and he couldn't identify the human figure that existed in it, as if the people had merged with the wind, and they didn't distinguish each other - the demon flow sword he saw before was clearly not the other half of the white-clothed and white-haired "wind trace", why is the artistic conception of the wind in this sword so strong!?

"Sword and weep blood. A deep voice came from behind him.

Qin Xiaochuan suddenly turned around!

In an instant, the wind passed by. The pain came from the chest, and the coldness that penetrated the heart made the limbs numb! But the wind still obscured his vision. Qin Xiaochuan felt the blade of the sword draw from the wound on his chest, and the power of the demon heart surged violently, desperately trying to make up for the gap with vitality...... Between life and death, he suddenly realized that in fact, the Wind Scar and the Demon Flow Sword themselves were a person.

The third move, the third sword.

Deadly moves, soul-snatching swords!

Maybe it's too late. Qin Xiaochuan's figure shook and opened his eyes. He saw that the wind was everywhere on the lonely peak. The wind interferes with each other, entangles each other, and fights each other. When the sword is out, there is wind, and when the extreme move is relatively windy, the wind melts into the sword, hides the figure, and lifts the sand and stones. But as long as everything is seen as a whole, it also means that it is not necessary to distinguish the enemy's figure, but only to see the wrong place in the trace-

This point, when Qin Xiaochuan's skill was low, he once did it.

However...... He was suddenly stunned, he wasn't dead yet!

"Huh?"

The Demon Flow Sword questioned, and the cold meaning of the wind came again. Qin Xiaochuan woke up from the threshold of life and death, seized the opportunity, and the demon green sword suddenly raised his sleeves and attacked!

In the blink of an eye, the lonely peak once again flew among the sand and rocks. The black hair slowly fell with the calm of the wind, while the white hair fell from the sky with the sword blade. The pale green sword light came from Qin Xiaochuan's left hand, stabbing obliquely through the gap between the wind, and when another sword light that blended into the wind and could barely see the shadow touched the body, it lightly surrounded the black clothes.

Qin Xiaochuan stabbed his sword into the ground, stabilizing his body, and the blood marks on his chest had expanded to the entire placket. This heavy sword wound that has not healed at this moment is from the last killing move that could not be avoided before.

The dust settled.

The wind, turning softly.

The Demon Flow Sword stood straight behind Qin Xiaochuan, put his hands behind his back, and the wind-blown clothes belt behind him rolled the heavy sword blade, and inserted the sword into the peak rock again. The black-clothed and black-haired demon in the sword slowly turned around with three points of condensed cold air. At this time, the Demon Flow Sword, with scrutinizing and calm eyes, without killing intent and prejudice, is very much like a "trace of the wind". People in the world always like to see the different sides of a person as two people, and who still remembers that "Traces of the Demon Flow Sword Wind" is a complete title. The Demon Flow Sword, which wanders in the martial arts and is obsessed with swords, may be the real name "Wind Trace"!

"Remembering the autumn year. ”

The Scar of the Wind spoke calmly.

Beside Qin Xiaochuan, there was a figure in brown clothes and black hairpins. At the last moment, Yi Qiunian suddenly came, and used the sword intent in his fingers to melt into the sword intent in the wind, and guided the demon sword to go down the wind, almost really hurting the scars of the wind that passed by.

With a slight snap, the ribbon snapped, and the black cloth ribbon wrapped around the blade of the Demon Flow Sword hung limply to the ground. When Yi Qiunian let go of the hand that was holding Qin Xiaochuan's shoulder. Only a few soft sounds were heard, like the traces left by the wind scars breaking out in an instant, and a blood mist accompanied by pieces of white clothes splashed on the lonely peak.

"Mmmmmmmm Yi Qiunian touched his beard and looked calm: "I thought I would receive a corpse at the foot of the peak." Friend Wind Scar, your last sword in the wind, do you have a name?" is not the sword crying blood, but the last moment, the move that completely turns into an invisible wind.

The Scar of the Wind raised his hand to dissolve the blade of the sword, and his voice was low: "The Scar of the Wind." ”

It's as simple and easy to remember as the sword called the "Demon Flow Sword". Remembering the autumn year and stroking his beard, this is really the consistent naming style of this good friend who turned from friend to friend.

Qin Xiaochuan shook in the wind, many wounds on his body healed quickly, and his physical exertion was too great, so he had to put away the demon sword and sit down.

Wind Scar raised his head and said slowly, "Are you an apprentice?"

The wind of Lonely Peak seems to have finally gained a touch of tolerance, and no longer seems so paranoid and ruthless. In a sense, Qin Xiaochuan's initial perception was not wrong. At this time, the scar of the wind was still in the process of realizing the sword in the wind, and it did not completely get rid of the shadow of the demon sword that killed the sword in the past.

"It's a junior who is willing to learn. But now it seems that Lonely Peak is not suitable for him. Yi Qiunian stroked his chin, and suddenly said, "I still have something to do, I'll see you another day!" In an instant, Qin Xiaochuan raised his head, as if he could feel the wind around him change again, and slowly showed three points of inexplicable restlessness from the previous gentleness.

It's the will to fight!

When Yi Qiunian appeared, the Trace of the Wind focused all his energy on the sword ruffian, which made Qin Xiaochuan, who was healing himself next to him, feel a little more relaxed. Yi Qiunian's timing was not bad, and at the moment when the wind mark raised his eyebrows and his heart moved, he stepped back and pressed Qin Xiaochuan's shoulder again, and unceremoniously brought him up: "Goodbye." ”

In an instant, the two of them were far away from Lonely Peak.

It's going too fast.

Whew, the wind is blowing, and everything around is instantly blurred and illusory! The speed of the car is soaring too fast, you wait!

Mai is like this, he will vomit -

When Yi Qiunian finally let go of his hand, he let Qin Xiaochuan hug a tree in a circle. He was basically deadly silent, and he couldn't tell where he had come from, let alone remember where Lonely Peak was. Even Qin Xiaochuan didn't want to ask anyone the question "what is the wind" for a moment!

"So, are you enlightened?"

"The wind, not for my ......"

"Oh, so perceptive. Yi Qiunian had a kind attitude: "Do you want to do it again?"

You can't take a black car on the side of the road!

Qin Xiaochuan stood up straight and thanked him uprightly: "I already know what to do." "The battle of Lonely Peak really made him put away the trace of contempt in his heart after experiencing the sea of swords, and realized what it was to be above the sword.

The wind belongs to nature, belongs to the "Traces of the Demon Flow Sword Wind", but it does not belong to Qin Xiaochuan. The wind he saw in his eyes at the beginning came from nature and was never cut off from nature. And when he tried to look at the wind independently, he had lost the "nature" around him. The wind realized by the traces of the wind is purely the extreme of the wind, and the wildness of the wind and the calmness of the wind form two different but similar sword paths!

But this point is not suitable for Qin Xiaochuan. He came from nature, and he should not limit his horizons because of this. He has the heart of a demon spirit that is closest to the natural mountains and rivers, and can understand "nature" from a perspective that does not belong to human beings! But it also means that in his eyes, the wind cannot simply be "wind", but the fluctuation of air currents, the trembling of leaves, and the flying of sand and stones. This is the reason why Yi Qiunian suddenly changed his words and said that Lonely Peak was not suitable for him.

When he first realized the sword, Qin Xiaochuan thought that he had mastered the artistic conception that was most suitable for the swordsmanship, the wind, but between life and death, he realized the two extremely pure sword intents of the wind, but he suddenly realized the difference between himself and others. Qin Xiaochuan understood a little that maybe his swordsmanship should be taken to the next level, and he still needed to continue the path pointed out by Leng Yun, the Aofeng Weaver back then, to experience the heart of all things, and to create an almost perfect sword intent with the all-encompassing blend!

Perhaps, it is also the most suitable way out for him.

"I still say the same thing, your sword intent is somewhat similar to a person I have ever seen. If it's a coincidence, maybe you can meet him too. Yi Qiunian said freely: "Goodbye!" Like the wind blowing silently through the woods, in the blink of an eye, Qin Xiaochuan was the only one left around. The sword ruffian remembered that there was no trace in the autumn, and there was no trace of it, only a fallen leaf blown by the wind, as if some kind of guidance pointed to a certain direction.

Among all the swordsmen in the entire Suffering Realm, only Wind Scars and Yi Qiu Nian can be said to have exerted their speed to the extreme. Qin Xiaochuan thought that he could also be one of them, but now, he was ready to give up......

Occupying a barren mountain and wild ridge that no one disturbed, Qin Xiaochuan stood on the treetops, carefully recalling in his mind what he had experienced in the battle of Lonely Peak.

At this moment, the wind blew past his face, floating the leaves in his ears, blowing up the dust in the air, and invisibly merging with the light leaking from the branches and leaves.

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