A moonlit night. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe top of Huashan Mountain.

Quiescence. There is only the sound of the wind in heaven and earth.

The moonlight poured like mercury on the faces of the two men. One young, one old.

It has already begun.

The young swordsman's eyes were as bright as cold stars on a frosty night, and there was a faint sadness in the warm smile on the corner of his mouth. The black heavy sword in his hand pointed at the ground, and he was as calm as a mountain.

The old swordsman half-squinted, his breath was deep, like a bottomless abyss, and his expression was leisurely and agitated. Although his long sword was still in its sheath, the murderous aura seemed to be about to burst out!

When do they make a move?

Do you strike first and seize the opportunity, or wait for your opponent to show your flaws?

An autumn leaf fell silently, turning into powder inch by inch in mid-air. As if agreed, the two of them moved almost at the same time!

The sword light is like a flood of autumn water, and it is suddenly bright. The sword is out of its sheath at some point!

Qingguang Dasheng. The black heavy sword spit out a three-foot sword, like a rival in the sky!

In an instant, it is extremely sublimated!

The long sword unfurled, like a heavenly river pouring down, as fast as a storm, like an endless sea. Although the old swordsman is already quite old, his sharpness has not diminished, and he is as sharp as a young man, and he does not look like an old man at all.

His sword is a fast sword that is unparalleled in the world!

The heavy sword swam away, with a cyan sword or horizontal or blocking, attacking it unprepared, like a slowly moving green dragon. Although the young swordsman is in his prime, he does not have the dignity of a young man, and the sword pharaoh is mellow, low-key and introverted, calm and moderate, but like an old man.

He kept his head in obscurity, and did the opposite, so that he could practice this unique slow sword!

The sword aura rushed into the sky, and the cold light swept through. Under the fierce attack of the old swordsman, the young swordsman is like a small boat in the wind and waves, which seems to capsize at any time, but he always guards it and stands still. Just like two chess players playing against each other, one is impressive, pressing step by step, and the other is slowly soaring, not in a hurry or impatient. One fast and one slow, hidden murder.

Suddenly, the long sword burst out, and a dazzling blue light swept through!

It's like a shocking lightning! Such as Changhong through the sky!

The tip of the sword was pointed at the young swordsman's throat, only an inch, but it suddenly stopped. The heavy sword had been waiting there for a long time, and it was only an inch away from the old swordsman's heart.

Tremble in the balance. The longsword and the heavy sword froze at the same time. Old hands are as dry and strong as young hands.

Fight like Kilkenny cats?

No. Because they have to decide the winner.

Back off?

No. Whoever retreats first means throwing in the towel.

They can neither die nor retreat.

The world seemed to stand still at this moment.

The spirits of both young and old swordsmen have been condensed to the extreme. At this moment, the slightest distraction is death. Just like playing chess, if you are not careful, you will lose the whole game.

They forgot about themselves, and only their opponents were left in their eyes. Die? They are not afraid. But they can't afford to lose. They can be destroyed, but they cannot be defeated.

This is a competition of internal forces. It's a battle of wills. It's a thrilling contest. It's a matter of life and death.

Time passed bit by bit. Their clothes were soaked with dew, but they didn't know it. Two swords. Two people. It's like two sculptures.

Why are they struggling here?

How many brilliant times can a person have in his life?

It's a lasting life and death. Finally, a glimmer of dawn broke through the darkness.

The day will break.

The old man's hand suddenly trembled.

He's old. How many joyous moments have passed. His physical strength is no longer at its peak. His flesh betrayed his soul.

The young swordsman was overjoyed, and he struck straight with his sword! His sword is as fast as a shooting star!

But he forgot that he practiced the slow sword: the old swordsman was faster than him!

A peerless sword light!

Illuminate the heavens and the earth!

A flash.

And extinguished.

A terrible bloody light!

The young hand paused. The heavy sword was less than half an inch away from the old swordsman, but it was already weak.

He woke up like a dream. Years of forbearance were wasted at the last minute. He wanted to laugh. Cachinnation.

The hand holding the sword fell.

He has fallen.

The old swordsman gasped and looked at the young swordsman as if he were a sleeping child. He muttered, "Actually......"

He didn't have time to finish. Blood spurted out of his mouth!

The oil runs out and the lamp withers. He fell on his back.

Facing the rising sun.

October 18, 2015

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