The twilight is vast, and the red dust is everywhere.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the jackdaws are frightened.

The fog gradually rose, and a figure had come out of the fog, his figure thin, but his back was straight.

He raised his head, looking very proud and noble.

And there is still a sword qi on his body, and there is also a faint sword qi, and it is also this sword qi that forces the mist away.

Then, he saw a miserable white figure and saw Xia Yunmo.

Xia Yunmo originally closed his eyes, but suddenly opened them, and there was a stunning light in his eyes, he was looking at Xie Xiaofeng, and Xie Xiaofeng was also looking at him.

Xie Xiaofeng!

Xia Yunmo!

When they looked at each other, the dim world suddenly became solemn.

Xia Yunmo said lightly: "You really came." ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "How can I not come." ”

Xia Yunmo said: "You are Xie Xiaofeng, you are the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa, so you must come." ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Yes." ”

When the two of them had finished a few words, they stopped talking.

Heaven and earth became silent again, except for the howling of the cold wind.

Xia Yunmo has been in this world for a while, and his opponents are only two, Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan.

When Yan Shisan learned that Xie Xiaofeng had died, he felt that no one in the world could draw his sword anymore, and there was no opponent in the world, so he sank into the sword and the lake, and did not know where to go.

As for Xie Xiaofeng's whereabouts, Xia Yunmo inquired about it.

So, he wrote a letter to Xie Xiaofeng and asked Xie Xiaofeng to talk about it here.

On the letter, the force penetrates the back of the paper, containing Xia Yunmo's sword intent, and clearly points out Xie Xiaofeng's identity.

Xie Xiaofeng was burdened with the honor of Divine Sword Villa, and he couldn't escape it.

He is an invincible swordsman in the world, how can he not itch when he sees this kind of sword intent? How not to be impressed?

Maybe someone else can't come.

But he must come.

So, here he comes.

Xia Yunmo looked at Xie Xiaofeng and suddenly said, "You are still a little close." ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "What is the difference?" ”

Xia Yunmo said: "There is a sword missing, and this sword must not be sloppy." ”

Xie Xiaofeng understands this truth, although he has a sword in his heart, although his swordsmanship is also very superb. A dead branch can exert the power of a divine weapon in his hands, but he does need a sword.

The slightest mistake can be a factor in winning or losing. The weapon in your hand is even more crucial.

There are many kinds of swords, and each sword is by no means different in form, weight, length, width, and narrowness.

It takes time for each swordsman to get used to the sword in order to bring out the best in it.

If there was no weapon at hand, then before the battle began, Xie Xiaofeng would have failed.

Fortunately, Xia Yunmo is a very amazing person.

He clapped his hands, and suddenly someone brought hot food and wine from the woods, and a shelf with two swords on it.

Xie Xiaofeng has been begging for a living in a brothel, and after a day of labor, his stomach will naturally be empty.

If the stomach is empty, the whole person will be empty.

This kind of emptiness can only be filled by food.

Xie Xiaofeng's stomach was screaming, he was already hungry.

But instead of focusing on the hot, fragrant meal, his eyes rested on the two swords on the shelf.

One of the swords, with its jet-black scabbard, was old but still intact.

The apricot-yellow sword spike has faded in color, and the old form of the sword is still shining.

This is not a sharp weapon forged by a famous teacher, but all the people in the world who learn swords worship this sword as a god.

Because this is the sword left by Xie Tian, the first director of Shenjian Villa, and later, this sword also shines in Xie Xiaofeng's hand.

Then, he saw another sword.

The black fish skin sheath, the golden swallow, and the long sword decorated with thirteen bean pearls.

Many people in the rivers and lakes recognize this sword, and Xie Xiaofeng also recognizes it, because the owner of this sword is a famous swordsman like him.

The owner of this sword is Yan Thirteen.

Originally, Xie Xiaofeng thought that only Yan Shisan would be his opponent, but when he saw the letter sent to him by Xia Yunmo, he knew that there were still many masters in the world.

Xia Yunmo pointed to the hot wine and food, and said, "Please use it." ”

Xie Xiaofeng sat down, was not polite, and began to eat the meal.

He knew that Xia Yunmo would never poison him, because a person with such a sword intent would never use such a trick.

Xie Xiaofeng ate very slowly, chewing every grain of rice, and then slowly swallowing it into his throat.

He didn't touch the wine, because the wine would affect his sword speed.

I don't know how long it took, but it was completely dark, and the sky was low and full of dark clouds.

Looking at this posture, it seems that a downpour is about to fall.

Xie Xiaofeng put down his chopsticks, rested for a while, and stood up.

And the Xie family's sword has been delivered to him.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at the sword, and finally couldn't help but reach out and touch the scabbard.

His hand trembled when he saw it, and when he held it, it immediately stabilized.

He held the sword tightly, like an amorous teenager hugging his first love.

Xia Yunmo said with a smile: "I took this sword from the Xie family, and the old owner also agreed." ”

Xie Wangsun, the owner of Shenjian Villa, is Xie Xiaofeng's father.

Speaking of this, Xia Yunmo's eyes seemed to see a middle-aged man wearing a green shirt, white shoes and white socks.

Xie Wangsun, as the father of the third young master of the world-famous Divine Sword, he doesn't seem to attract attention, but he is one of the best masters in the world.

If it is a pure kendo realm, even the Third Young Master, Yan Shisan, or Xia Yunmo are not Xie Wangsun's opponents.

It's just a pity that he is too old.

It's not that he's too old, it's that his heart is too old, and he doesn't have the sharpness that a swordsman should have.

He had experienced too many things about white-haired people sending black-haired people, and Xie Xiaofeng had left home, which made this swordsman even older.

The sword heart is twilight, how can the sword edge be sharpened?

Xia Yunmo pointed to the other sword on the shelf and said: "This is Yan Shisan's sword, after you faked your death, he came to look for you, and when he learned of your death, he Shen Sword disappeared incognito. ”

"If I can defeat the third young master, I will go to find Yan Thirteen and see his life-killing thirteen swords."

"If I accidentally die in the hands of the Third Young Master, then please ask the Third Young Master to send this sword to Yan Thirteen for me."

Xie Xiaofeng was silent, then nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you." ”

Xia Yunmo held the golden-swallowing sword in one hand, and with a light throw, the sword turned into a streamer and stuck on a big tree in the distance.

Xie Xiaofeng said, "Where is your sword?" ”

Xia Yunmo said: "It's here." ”

Suddenly, from Xia Yunmo's cuffs, a white jade-like flute had slipped out, and the flute bounced out a cold glow, two feet and three inches.

Xie Xiaofeng said again: "I haven't asked for the name yet." ”

Xia Yunmo said: "Xia Yunmo, dark clouds splash ink." ”

In the sky, there were already dark clouds splashing ink, and a dull rumbling sound kept coming from the air.

A heavy rain is coming.