Chapter 63. Borrow a sword!

Seven men, seven swords.

The seven of them came out of one school, and they grew up in one place, almost to the point of being inseparable. The tacit understanding cultivated over the years does not need to be detailed, the Huashan Sword Formation carefully practiced by these seven people is in line with the gossip, and it has defeated countless masters with swords. The subtlety of this sword formation is that even if someone can defeat one of them, but they are not proficient in the Five Elements Bagua, they will never be able to break through this formation.

These seven people felt that although this time was not foolproof, there should not be too many accidents. So, they drew their swords at Simon Blowing Snow.

Will Ximen blowing snow gossip about the five elements? How can a Taoist priest not be able to deduce the hexagram array, and how can Ximen Blowing Snow not be a Taoist priest? So, these seven people are doomed to failure.

The reason why they didn't die was because Ximen Chuixue still wanted to take a second look at the changes in the Huashan Sword Formation, because after this battle, the Huashan Seven Swords ...... Absolutely! Trace! River! Lake!

After all, the dead can no longer mingle with the rivers and lakes. Although Ximen Blowing Snow is now able to recruit and release swords freely, not everyone is worthy of his sword moves. Seven against one is against the morality of the rivers and lakes, and using the sword as one's own body to seek fame is even more insulting to the way of the sword. After that battle, Ximen Fuxue seems to have changed, but his dedication to kendo will never change.

"I see."

Simon Fuxue suddenly whispered. Then, his sword fluttered like snow in the distant mountains. It was clearly a careless sword move, but it raised his hand and sank into the throat of one of the seven people.

And that person was clearly standing at the very edge of the formation. He is the youngest of the Seven Swords of Huashan, and he should be quite favored when he looks at it, even in the sword array, he still has three senior brothers by his side.

It has been about half an hour since Ximen blew snow into this sword array, and at this moment, the changes in the Huashan sword array have been exhausted. This array was indeed exquisite, but Simon Blowing Snow had noticed early on that no matter how much this array changed, its array was the youngest disciple. Although Ximen Blowing Snow was able to defeat these seven people one by one in a moment, but they said before that they wanted Ximen Blowing Snow to break the formation, so only by killing the people in that array could the Huashan Sword Formation be broken.

Since what the other party wants him to understand is the Huashan Sword Formation, it is better to break the formation.

Ximen Fuxue performed well, and as the disciple fell, the rest of the people's faces changed. They no longer cared about the position under their feet, but gritted their teeth fiercely and surrounded Ximen Fuxue, and six swords stabbed at him in unison.

Six men surrounded Simon with snow, leaving him with no life. However, Simon Blowing Snow did not die.

He stepped a little and jumped out of thin air. The six of them couldn't close the momentum, rubbing each other's swords, and there was a sound of Jin Ge. But after all, these six people have been senior brothers for many years, and they put away the long sword in their hands and quickly stabbed upward.

The sharp tips of the six swords are like bamboo rays hidden in a trap when they stab in the air. However, Ximen Blowing Snow had seen all the changes in the Huashan Sword Formation, so he didn't want to entangle with them anymore. In the past, Ye Gucheng was able to break through the seven stars with one sword, compared to the three brothers of the Yu family, these six people who could no longer form a sword formation were really not worth mentioning.

Not to mention the respective opportunities in this life, will the current Ximen Blowing Snow really be weaker than Ye Gucheng in the previous life?

Of course, the answer is no, I saw the black sheath long sword in Ximen Blowing Snow's hand flashing with cold light, and between heaven and earth, only a man in a pure white robe blew off the figure of the remnants of blood on the sword.

Simon blowing snow is not snow, but blood—the people in the rivers and lakes seem to have forgotten about it, but it doesn't matter, Simon blowing snow will always make them remember.

"Kill my apprentice at my mountain gate, Ximen Daxia is really a lot of courage!"

With a loud shout, a black-robed and black-haired female Dao flew out from the Huashan Mountain Gate, her shot was extremely ruthless, and she slammed her palm into the chest of the West Gate Blowing Snow.

The person in front of him did not have a sword, and Ximen Fuxue's eyes moved slightly, but he flashed this sharp killing move.

Seeing that the blow could not be achieved, the woman suddenly turned her palm into a claw and came straight to the chest of the snow blowing at the west gate.

Simon blew snow and blocked it with its scabbard, and the claws of his hand struck the black sheath, making a sound like metal colliding.

"Draw your sword!" Seeing that Ximen Fuxue only dodged and didn't draw his sword, the woman couldn't help but shout again, and her tricks became even more powerful.

Ximen Fuxue frowned, raised his sword scabbard and struck directly at the woman's palm. The female Dao attacked, and Simon Chuixue said coldly: "I don't kill women." ”

The woman only felt that her palm was numb, and her entire right arm was unconscious. Her eyes slashed at Ximen Blowing Snow, and mocked: "Isn't the one who argues with you on the sword above the Forbidden Purple Forbidden a woman?" ”

Ximen Fuxue unconsciously glanced at the little Dao Gu who was standing with a sword, and his eyes fell on Jun Xuan's sword, and there was a faint smile. Shaking his head, Simon blew the snow and said, "She uses a sword." Nature is different. ”

"Good! Borrow a sword! The black-robed woman also noticed Jun Xuan, and when she saw the sword at her waist, she flew forward to pull out the Red Lotus.

How could Jun Xuan let others touch his sword? I saw that her body shape was wrong, and the red lotus on her waist actually dodged the hand of the female Taoist.

"I don't borrow it." Xiao Daogu's voice sounded, a little colder than the year-round snow in Huashan.

It was also Jun Xuan's inadvertent dodge that made the black-robed female Dao see it-the girl in the Taoist robe in front of her and Ximen Blowing Snow came all the way, and they were clearly from the same school!

Among the sword moves and light skills of Ximen Blowing Snow, only the shadow of the extremely shallow and shallow pure yang exercises can be seen. The reason why this female Dao can be seen at a glance is that in addition to knowing a thing or two about pure yang martial arts, there is also Jun Xuan's deliberate behavior.

Taking half a step back, Jun Xuan saluted the female Daoist: "Daoist friend should be the head of Huashan Hua Feifeng?" ”

The black-robed woman was stunned for a moment, but she actually had an understanding. She looked this little girl who was too young up and down, and then glanced at the Taoist robes on Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue that were similar to her, and suddenly said, "Daoyou was originally a neighbor of Huashan?" ”

The Huashan Sword Sect and the Chunyang Palace are separated from the middle of the mountain and the foot of the mountain, and they are both Taoist gates, and their ancestors have some origins. Although pure yang is a secret that is not passed on, Hua Feifeng is the head of the Huashan Sword Sect, and the mysterious sect on the natural mountain has some understanding, but the two factions have been at peace with each other over the years and have never intersected.

Jun Xuan bowed his head and said: "My generation came here only to pay homage to the master, and it was the Taoist friends and disciples who came to provoke. Jun Xuan's gaze swept over the corpse lying on the ground, and then said: "Since it is a sword competition, it doesn't matter if you live or die." Ximen has broken the sword formation of Guimen, and Daoist friends should no longer have anything to say. ”

Dying for the way of the sword is a common thing in Jun Xuan's opinion. Whether it was her, Ye Gucheng, or Ximen Blowing Snow, from the moment they picked up the seven-foot Qingfeng in their hands, they were ready to die under the sword of others.

But Hua Feifeng doesn't think so. In the rivers and lakes, the people in the rivers and lakes call her a "spicy fairy". To be able to get this title, in addition to her extremely vicious moves, one move to make countless people in the rivers and lakes fearful, her short-term protection is also famous.

At the peak of the Huashan Sword Sect, the number of disciples was as high as 1,000. In Hua Feifeng's generation, there are only seven disciples left, which shows how strict she is in accepting disciples. These seven people, whether they are in terms of heart or martial arts talent, are extremely appreciated by Hua Feifeng. This time, Ximen Blowing Snow killed these seven people, which clearly broke the inheritance of the Huashan Sword School.

In this way, how could Hua Feifeng not hate him!

And the young little Dao Gu in front of him actually said the life and death of his apprentice so lightly, how could he not let Hua Feifeng be angry from his heart. She snorted coldly and shouted to Jun Xuan: "Then kill people to pay for their lives, poor Dao killed you today to pay for my apprentice's life, and you shouldn't have any dissatisfaction when you come to your master!" ”

As she spoke, she raised a palm and slashed straight at Jun Xuan. That palm was powerful, and the entire palm was filled with a dark purple qi. At the beginning, the purple qi was not obvious, but as Hua Feifeng's palm wind swung out, the purple qi was faintly extended.

Jun Xuan, Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow saw this, not because of how fierce this palm was, but because they had already recognized it, and this palm was clearly derived from their pure yang Zixia Gong.

The other party didn't use a sword, so Jun Xuan quickly untied the long sword on his waist, raised his hand and threw it to his senior brother, and then hugged his chest and reached out to clasp Hua Feifeng's menacing palm. The girl in a Taoist robe seemed to be just casually on the wrist of another female Taoist, but not only separated this palm, but also accurately buckled the latter's veins.

Jun Xuan probed a wisp of true qi into Hua Feifeng's veins, carefully distinguishing the direction of her internal force. Hua Feifeng didn't expect that her killing move would be so lightly resolved by a little Daogu, but now she had no time to care, feeling the wisp of internal force in her inner breath that did not belong to her, Hua Feifeng hurriedly used her internal force to block it.

She has practiced for 70 years, and the depth of her internal strength is self-evident. It's a pity that Hua Feifeng met Jun Xuan, Jun Xuan was only fifteen years old, but he was born with Zixia Gong. Endowed by heavenly work, Zixia Gong is quenched into the bloodline, which is beyond the reach of those who practice the day after tomorrow.

Under Hua Feifeng's ineffective resistance, Jun Xuan's internal force had already circulated in her veins. She already understood that what this person had just used was really their Pure Yang Zixia Gong. It's just that in addition to Zixia Gong, she has also practiced other exercises. For Hua Feifeng, Zixia's merit seems to be just a kung fu, not an inner door method like Jun Xuan and others.

When Jun Xuan lowered his eyes and pondered, Hua Feifeng's eyes lit up, and he pointed at the knife, and without hesitation, he slashed at his right hand that was held by Jun Xuan!

Hua Feifeng has been famous for 50 years, and the reason why she is called the spicy hand fairy is that in addition to her vicious hand kung fu, it is also enough to see her heart. She is ruthless to her enemies, and she does not pity herself. When she found out that she was subject to Jun Xuan, in order to prevent Jun Xuan's internal force from destroying her inner mansion, Hua Feifeng actually planned to give up one of her arms.

Jun Xuan was startled and hurriedly let go of Hua Feifeng's hand.

"Why is this the case?" Jun Xuan frowned slightly.

Hua Feifeng turned her back to her hand, and at this time, she already remembered who the person in front of her was. Using a wide sleeved robe to cover his hands that were trembling because of the detachment, Hua Feifeng said: "Daoyou's surname Jun? ”

September 15, the top of the Forbidden City, Miao Ling Daogu, Jianping West Gate. Although several months have passed since that battle, who in the rivers and lakes does not know the name of Jun Xuan?

Jun Xuan nodded.

At this point, Hua Feifeng's eyes darkened, and he sighed: "That's it." My Huashan faction has relied on your master and become famous, and it has been more than a hundred years now, and today it should be declining because of others. ”

She is not a person who blindly fights for her life, although she is angry when her apprentice dies, but she also knows that this matter is the first provocation of Huashan Seven Swords. What's more, Hua Feifeng is even more clear that the three people on the opposite side are clearly out of the same family, and it is already difficult for her to deal with one person, and it is impossible for one to defeat three.

As soon as the words fell, Hua Feifeng could only wave his hand back, and several miscellaneous servants of the Huashan Sword Sect collected the corpses of the Huashan Seven Swords and entered the mountain gate with her.

However, none of the people present noticed that in the cave in the distance, there was a person who had been spying on them. It wasn't until Ximen Fuxue, Ye Gucheng and Jun Xuan's figures flashed, and there was no trace of them anymore, that the man carefully walked out of the stone cave.

"Simon blows snow." He whispered the name, his eyes flashing with the eagerness of a dying man grasping at the last straw.