Chapter 38: On the Sword

The sun rises in the east, the sun shines on the earth, the peak of a hundred instruments, and today we are talking about the road.

The beginning of a new day is also the beginning of a new link, and similarly, the end of the old link.

"You say, you are, thank you?" Gongsun Yue pressed the paper fan lightly, and a pair of bright eyes swept over the two wooden boxes on the side of the black-clothed man in front of her, each of which was no less than a thousand taels of silver, combined with Butterfly Jun's elusive appearance these days, if she hadn't understood the trick, she wouldn't be Gongsun Yue.

"Exactly!" The man in black said respectfully, "In the past few days, I have been instructed by Mr. Butterfly, and we have benefited a lot, and we have benefited a lot, and we have made a little profit, which is not a respect." ”

"I see, I see." Gongsun Yue smiled slightly, and an unknown murderous aura flashed in her eyes, "These things are under my generation of Butterfly Monarch, thank you." ”

"Don't dare." The man in black saluted again, "Under the guidance of Mr. Butterfly Jun, we will not be enemies of Beichen Immortal Mountain, please." ”

Just after the man in black disappeared, a red shadow quietly appeared behind Gongsun Yue, and when he stretched out his hand, he hugged it empty.

Gongsun Yue dodged Butterfly Jun's hand with her feet, and with a wave of the paper fan, the red leaves drifted away, "Butterfly Jun, you are very good, but on this Baiqi Peak, there are many fan girls." ”

"Ah Yuezai, that, I'...... Hahaha. Butterfly-kun lightly picked at the blonde hair and smiled awkwardly, "It's just a deal, that's all." ”

"Oh? Then how about I give a thousand taels of gold and let you go to have a spring festival with the girl just now? ”

"Ah Yuezai, are you jealous?" Butterfly-kun said with a surprised face, "Ah Yuezai, are you really jealous for me and Butterfly-kun?" ”

"Huh." Gongsun Yue smiled, the words she learned from Mu Yu were used very flexibly, she turned around, and then stepped into the door and closed it tightly, "I'm not feeling well tonight, and you'll be on the roof for one night, understand?" ”

"Yes! Clearly! ”

The matter here is only a trivial matter. At this moment, on the Hundred Weapons Peak, with the end of the martial arts, the prestige of countless people has risen again and again. The head of the sword, Yan Yu, the beginning of the single blade, Mu Yu, the emperor of the spear, Xiahou Lie...... One name after another continued to ferment with the end of the martial arts.

Yan Yu's Yan Sect once again ushered in a new opportunity for vigorous development, and the Yuliang Emperor also greatly increased his prestige in Daxi with this martial arts competition, and even recruited a vote of masters led by the heinous sin to enrich the team, and Mu Yu also took this opportunity to let Beichen Xianshan once again brush up on a wave of existence in Kyushu.

"This time, you are indeed different." Wen Luo was still a seat in Tsing Yi, in stark contrast to Mu Yu's white clothes beside him, "Next time, I won't lose to you again." ”

"Ha, there is no first martial arts and no second, it's not okay for girls to be so competitive." Mu Yu raised his head and poured a sip of wine, but his eyes fell on the mountain, where a kendo event was about to begin, "Anyway, you're leaving, aren't you going to listen to the sword discussion below?" It should help you. ”

"My kendo is clear, I don't need it." Wen Luo replied coldly, then paused, and then said, "And the old man of the sword is no longer worthy of his name, today's sword, I think it must be the sword master who shines alone, but I am more and more curious, what kind of place is the Farewell Immortal Mountain." ”

"A bizarre place, a place where you can never get out if you go in." Mu Yu said with a mysterious face, "I have a chance to take you to see it." ”

"Good!"

After a high-five, Wen Luo's figure disappeared, but with the appearance of a purple-haired young man on the field, it was like boiling water and oil, and it boiled at the time.

"Swallowing thousands of vastness, spitting neon, sword and hero, amazement from the chest. Sigh, people are crazy about the sky and the sky. ”

Xi Xiqi was still leisurely, with a chuckle on the corner of his mouth, his gaze swept over everyone present, and finally fell on the old man of the sword peer, "How is it, have you understood?" What is a sword? ”

"Me." An extremely bright gaze flashed in the eyes of the old man of the sword, but after breathing, it dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had fallen into the abyss, and the hand that pressed the sword was just held on the hilt of the sword, and there was already a sonorous sound in the scabbard, the old man pulled out the sword, only to see a broken blade, and sighed in surprise, and the pity in his eyes flashed away.

"Sword Jue, you." The old man sighed, turned his head, and looked at Xi Xiqi's eyes, which already had a bit of resentment, and Jian Jue, who had been friends for many years, he knew very well what the sword meant to Jian Jue, so there was a little more hostility in his gaze towards Xi Xiqi.

"I don't even have the courage to face failure, how can I use a sword, and you, how can I talk about a sword?"

"Hmph, haven't you ever been defeated?" Dao Jue's voice was full of anger.

"Defeat?" Xi Xiqi was stunned, and looked not far away, where there was a white-haired and white-clothed figure, "Of course I have been defeated, but it is Xi Xiqi who has been defeated, not the way of the sword." ”

"Jokes." Dao Jue sneered twice, "Mu Yu of Beichen Immortal Mountain was defeated by Yan Yu, so in your mouth, it is naturally Mu Yu who is defeated, not the sword?" ”

"Of course." Sigh Xiqi looked natural for granted, and the sky and earth in his hand came out in response, "The ancients used fire for self-defense, used stones and wooden sticks, all of which were weapons for enlightenment, and then incorporated hundreds of weapons and thousands of soldiers, and achieved as swords, swords, and inclusive of all things!" ”

"Oh?" Dao Jue sneered, noncommittal, waved his hand, used his hand as a knife, and the knife broke through the air.

"The swordsman is the master of the world's hundreds of soldiers and weapons, but he is the master of the world's hundreds of soldiers and weapons, and returns to the sect, splitting like a knife, chopping like an axe, picking like a gun, sweeping like a stick, it is the pinnacle of the world." Sigh Xiqi fingertips lightly wipe the blade of the sword, a sword swing, but see within a style, see the hegemony of the knife, the speed of the arrow, the sharpness of the gun, the skill of the stick, the illusion of the whip, all the world's weapons, all contained in one sword.

Mu Yu looked at everything in front of him from a high place, shook his head, and a little envy flowed in his eyes, "It is worthy of the Emperor of Sighing Heaven, this TM is the master of the container force." ”