The battle of the ancient gods and demons caused the decline and fall of that generation of cultivators.

At the same time, it also forced out many reclusive masters and created countless legends.

Among them, there is a female swordsman, named Yue Nu, known as the Sword God, who is a heroine among women.

Words such as pure and hot-hearted, loyal and courageous seem to belong only to men, but they have been used to describe her in those years.

Yue Nu once did something very similar to Emperor Yuanzong, revealing her swordsmanship!

She played the sword in front of the three thousand swordsmen, but only once, but because the sword was too grand and shocking, the three thousand swordsmen only caught a shadow, but they became the absolute main force in that war.

Three thousand more swords, swallowing the sky.

It is said that Xuanhong Zhenren saw the sword qi of 3,000 people illuminate Wuzhou, and only then did he create the final form of the Xuanhuang Sword.

Yue Nu also participated in the last battle in that unprecedented war, but only with one sword.

A sword breaks through the sky,

Demoralize the three armed forces.

This is the origin of her being called the Sword God.

Because of this sword, I killed a lot of ...... Sage.

But after the war, like Wan Yetian, the old man who was shocked, and Xuan Hongzhen, these famous people, suddenly disappeared, as if the world had evaporated.

But her swordsmanship was passed down by the Three Thousand Swordsmen and named after her.

This is the Yue Nu Sword!

But what makes people pay more attention is not the sword god Yue Nu's kendo inheritance, but her sword!

That sword swept lightly, killing too many terrifying and suffocating powerhouses, I don't know what kind of powerful sword intent it carried, many people thought that the nameless sword was gone with her, but for thousands of years, all forces of the human race have never stopped searching.

Find the relics of the mighty, their legacy.

Changmingzong is also looking for it,

Until one day, Chen Feng brought back a female doll, and Guo Mingzhe brought back a sword......

The sword body is slender, which can be described as delicate, and it is a women's sword.

So He Xirou got it and named it after herself.

It is the Sword of Mercy.

That is, the one he holds in his hand.

When she practiced every day, there would always be a light and lofty aura back and forth between her and it, promoting the growth of kendo.

And she lived up to expectations and showed a strong talent for kendo.

This is not the first time she has been killed, but this is indeed the first time she has faced life and death with it.

After He Xirou cut off the snake's head, the Xirou sword in his hand couldn't stop trembling, making a clear sword sound, and the sword intent in the sky shredded the wind and rain, and also chopped the gray grass.

The gray grass within a hundred steps was all chopped into pieces, flew up like snowflakes, and fell to the ground, I don't know if it was the sword qi that affected some of the components in the gray grass, or if it was washed by the rain and smoother.

The fragments of the gray grass were a little white, as if there was suddenly a thick layer of snow.

Hundreds of ink phosphorus snakes were startled by Dao's vast sword aura, and they forgot to attack, or run away, and stood in place, looking at the sword in her hand with their heads held high.

He Xirou was also frightened by herself,

She was just a casual sword, how could she burst out with such a powerful sword aura?

But this sword qi was indeed emitted by her, more precisely, by the sword in her hand.

Could it be that this sword has been psychic and has a will and strength of its own?

This is obviously impossible, and even the myths that have survived from antiquity have not been recorded in this way.

Sword spirit only exists in the recently popular Arcane, and is a new word.

If Feng Xiaohan is awake, or if there are spectators next to him, he will definitely be amazed by the beauty of this sword.

Although He Xirou cut off the head of the snake, he stood there with his sword in his hand and did not move.

However, the debris brought up by the sword qi was like heavy snow, and it was like a butterfly dreaming dance, and even the silk wool that appeared when the air was cut by the sword qi showed a unique beauty.

Under the gray grass debris, the snake carcass was also cut into several pieces, and the scarlet blood overflowed the grass clippings, like roses suddenly blooming in the snow, becoming the most magnificent color in this gray world.

In this extremely beautiful scene, there is a very beautiful woman.

If you ignore the ugly poisonous snakes, it will be a beautiful picture.

It's just a pity that no one can appreciate it.

Neither the man above the clouds nor the two men 80,000 miles away were human. But it has the ability to appreciate it like a human being.

The three guys who weren't people were silent.

Ye Tingfeng smiled faintly, his eyes were full of joy, and the fog on Candle Jiu's face was darker and darker.

The man above the clouds raised an eyebrow, as if recognizing the sword, but that didn't change his mind about not helping.

He Xirou was stunned, and immediately woke up, looking at the ink snakes everywhere, his eyes were cold.

The pale face was visibly flushed, the corners of his mouth were hooked into a smile, and his eyes gradually blurred.

She crooked her body and almost fell to the ground, and the long sword in her hand naturally flicked with her body.

But with this flick, a thick and slow sword qi swept out, and it fell to the ground but did not chop the grass clippings more severely, but spread like water all around.

Wherever the sword qi passed, the light was distorted by the distortion of the air, so it was clearly visible.

As a result of the sword qi, the scale armor of the ink snake exploded, and the flesh and blood flew sideways.

This is the drunken sword taught by Chen Feng before the Battle of Gongshan.

Take advantage of the hangover to empty yourself, unfold the sword momentum, and make the sword qi out like mercury pouring into the ground, pervasive, treacherous and unpredictable, and it is the most suitable for killing the poison in this place.

He Xirou's body exuded a dense aura, which was the sword qi that evaporated the rain on his clothes.

The slain ink snake had a long mouth and a terrible hoarse sound, alarming the other kind.

Only then did the group of snakes come to their senses and snake to the sides, enveloping He Xirou.

But such an encirclement is meaningless in the face of a drunken sword.

As if the incense was placed on the table, and it was like a drunken man accidentally spilling out of the wine jar, and the sword qi of the drunken sword centered on her, flowing and overflowing around.

The feeling of being surrounded by snakes is truly terrifying.

But drunks are fearless.

Because people with hangovers forget everything, they forget their fears, they forget their past and present lives.

He Xirou's wine is very good, so when he is drunk, he is still quiet, like a lady.

Therefore, although her drunken sword intent is not strong, it has its own softness and longevity, and the sword qi spilled has a rich aroma and lingers for a long time.

The aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys.

This proverb was fully realized under her sword.

Even though the scale armor of the ink phosphorus snake is comparable to that of a rock, in front of the Xirou Sword, it is all paper-paste.

As He Xirou swayed seemingly irregularly, more sword qi dripped down the tip of the sword.

The thick sword qi covered the area more and more, and the aroma of wine became stronger, and a few snakes that were closer shook their bodies, their erected pupils were a little dilated, and they actually plunged into the sword qi.

It looked like a drunkard coming to the lake, and when he saw the moon in the water, he jumped in, which was like committing suicide.

The drunken sword is a powerful swordsmanship comparable to the Wanqiu sword, and it is unparalleled.

Hangovers come in a variety of forms and ways to act, and are often unpredictable. Therefore, there are more moves in this set of swordsmanship, and there are ninety-nine styles.

It is the first three forms that are not a pity for the softness.

Drunk and not confused,

Leaning against the wall,

Moon ...... in the lake