It seems that what a sword sees is not a sword, but an aspen!

Unruly and untamed, rather than bending aspen.

When he saw the sword, he had already seen through the late autumn sun.

Sweat was pouring on his hands.

Yijian's eyes were like zombies, dull, but his eyes never left the sword of the late autumn sun.

Time seems to stand still! Even the sound of the wind is so clear, and even the sound of insects is so crisp.

A meteor suddenly crossed the sky, and the eyes of the late autumn sun never left the sky, and he was afraid of missing any of them.

The master has made a move, this is a taboo in swordsmanship! But the late autumn sun didn't care and didn't pay attention!

"You've already died once!" The sound of a sword is still flat, like a pot of boiled water.

At the end of autumn, Yang said lightly: "Not necessarily! ”

Yijian said: "You don't believe it? ”

Autumn Yang replied: "I don't believe it!" ”

"And what do you believe?" Yijian's eyes were no longer stiff, but like a sharp blade.

"Letter Sword!" Late autumn Yang said.

"Your sword?" A sword's eyes suddenly contracted.

"Yes!" Late autumn Yang said.

After another while, it seemed to be the distance from the Qin Dynasty to the Han Dynasty.

Yijian said: "Fortunately, I didn't make a move just now, and it was indeed not the best time to make a move just now!" ”

"Indeed!"

Autumn Late Yang continued: "Do you know what is the most beautiful thing in the world? ”

"Kill!" A sword replied without thinking.

"Wrong, it's a shooting star!" Late autumn Yang said.

"Shooting stars?"

"Not bad! Although the meteor is short and urgent, the splendor of that moment is unmatched by any eternal constellation! ”

"Just because it's short?" One kendo.

At the end of autumn, Yang said: "Not bad! Its beauty is indeed unattainable, just like the life of a flower. ”

"Fleeting?" Yijian asked.

"It's a dazzling thrill that burns your life." Late Autumn Yang said with his eyes closed.

His expression was full of happiness and enjoyment, and although his expression was as calm as a face, he could feel the burning and boiling blood with a sword.

"That's your sword!" Ichijian's pupils contracted again.

Qiu Moyang didn't answer, but said with a lament: "Lu Xiaoqi shouldn't have died!" ”

"But he's still dead, dead under your sword, flying immortals out of the sky!" A sword has been drawn.

The sword was as white as the moon in the sky, and as bright and dark as the stars in the sky!

He stared at the end of the autumn sun, and the pupils of the end of the autumn sun at this time had never left his eyes an inch!

The sparks from the eyes of the two were like the staggered edges of the two swords, crisp and loud!

After the sparks cooled like fireworks, everything became calm again.

"Lu Xiaoqi's right hand seems to have a problem, I can feel the sluggishness and mud under his sword! He shouldn't! Yijian said.

"He's a left-hand kid!" Autumn Yang said bitterly.

"What?" Yijian was shocked, his spirit was greatly shocked, and at the same time, he lost his composure, and his heart was no longer undisturbed.

He's messed up!

The master of Yijian is Jing Wusheng, but Lu Xiaoqi's master is Lu Xiaojia.

Lu Xiaojia's master is lifeless again.

They used the same sword.

Autumn Late Yang didn't pay attention to Yijian, but said, "So I blame myself." ”

"I understand." Yijian's voice trembled slightly.

"You're different from him!"

"Swordsmanship?"

"Whether it's swordsmanship or being a man!"

"Oh?"

"You have to kill, only when you kill people will you be excited, and you will feel that this is the most meaningful thing in the world. And he wasn't! On the contrary, he thinks that this is the most helpless and saddest thing! ”

"So he's free?"

"Not bad!"

But he still didn't dodge the sword! Flying Immortals! "One kendo.

"He's got a chance!" At the end of autumn, Yang didn't know whether he was talking about the future or the ring, and even he couldn't figure it out.

"Never!" Said word by word.

"How do you know?" At the end of autumn, Yang didn't even know about himself.

The sword of the sword suddenly returned to its scabbard, and he said word by word, "Because even I don't have a chance." ”

After saying that, he didn't look back, and strode away into the night.

Qiu Suyang looked at the figure of Yijian leaving, and couldn't help but sigh deeply, he knew what the opportunity was for Yijian.

Nothing more than the best opportunity to draw a sword!

"He's horrible." At the end of autumn, Yang couldn't help but sigh again. He fully understood in his heart that if the chance of a sword was seventy percent now, then his chance was at most two percent.

He knew he wasn't 30% sure.

He knows that if he shoots with a sword, he will never make a shot if he is not completely 100% sure!

This is the biggest difference between him and Lu Xiaoqi!

The night was dark and poignant.

Inside the Smoke and Rain Pavilion of the Great Compassion Temple.

The old turtle heard the footsteps of a sword, and the footsteps were heavy, frustrated, and frivolous.

Just listening to the footsteps of a sword, the old turtle knew that the matter had failed.

The old turtle couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.

"Mr. Turtle, I failed." Yijian said in a deep voice.

The old turtle sighed, although he didn't want to hear this sentence the most, but it was already a fact.

"Why? I think with Mr. Jian's swordsmanship, it shouldn't be a problem. The old turtle asked suspiciously.

Yijian didn't speak for a long time, he just looked at the stars in the night sky, but there were no more meteors in the night sky tonight. He suddenly spoke: "It's very simple, just because I didn't grasp the speed, strength, and stability of his swordsmanship, and I never found a chance to draw my sword." ”

The old turtle seemed to be criticizing: "If you don't have a chance, you have to create opportunities." ”

Yijian's face suddenly turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Are you criticizing me?" Do you know swords? I didn't get a chance to shoot from the start, and I was creating opportunities from the beginning. ”

The old turtle said: "Without 100% certainty, you will definitely not be the first to draw the sword?" ”

"Not bad!" Yijian said lightly.

The old turtle stopped talking and began to fall silent.

After a long time, Yijian said, "Mr. Turtle, do you have a grudge against Autumn Late Yang?" ”

The old turtle said, "No." ”

"Resentful?"

"Not either."

"Then why do you have to kill him?" The sound of a sword was like a knife.

"Because that's what the wind means when the snow asks." The old turtle said helplessly.

"Wind and snow? Wolong gang leader? The voice of a sword was flat this time, but it was like a dead man.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I'm from City C, and so is he. My four-year-old granddaughter was picked up halfway through when she went to kindergarten, and she was my favorite. Later, Feng Wenxue asked someone to talk to me, and as long as the sun died once at the end of autumn, my granddaughter would go home safely. After the old turtle finished speaking, it seemed to have aged a lot.

"Why don't you go to the police?"

"In C City, I know how powerful the wind and snow are. He could find a dozen puppet scapegoats at random. This time I was rescued by the police, but there is a next time. After saying that, the old turtle shook his head helplessly.

"I know, tomorrow at noon, you'll see your granddaughter." Yijian said lightly.

"Do you really have a way?" The old turtle said excitedly.

"When your granddaughter comes home, you just have to remember your promise. And I promise that he won't dare to trouble your granddaughter again next time. Yijian finished speaking and strode out.

Han Ye woke up in the morning, washed his face, and went to the cafeteria.

As soon as he finished eating, he saw Leng Ruolan on the table next to him.

"What are you doing these two days? Why haven't you been in class for two days? Leng Ruolan asked with a blink of eyes, her voice a little resentful.

Han Ye sat at the table next to him with a smile, and then said to Leng Ruolan, "Do you know the game of Sword World?" ”

Leng Ruolan lost color and said, "What? Do you also play this game? ”

Han Ye's eyes widened and said, "You won't play this game too, will you?" ”

Leng Ruolan said: "Huh? I really didn't expect it. What kind of sect are you? ”

Han Ye didn't hide his sect and said, "Baiyun City, what about you?" ”

"What? Are you apprenticed to Baiyun City? No way? Luck so good? Leng Ruolan's mouth was open.

Han Ye smiled and said, "How can it be, I also recently worshipped, and the requirements for apprenticeship in Baiyun City are quite high." So now I am learning some middle-level swordsmanship, and I am not much stronger than you. Because Baiyun City has peerless swordsmanship, including the ultimate swordsmanship 'Flying Immortals', it is sought after and mythologized by them. But you know what? To complete the Flying Immortals outside the sky, you have to practice the seventy-three swordsmanship of Baiyun City to the fullest, and it is a headache to think about it. ”

Leng Ruolan thought about it, what Han Ye said did make sense, although there was an ultimate swordsmanship, but the requirements were too high. It's simply out of reach. She couldn't help but sigh a little, "It's true, but maybe there will be a good development in the future, do you know the late autumn sun of your sect?" Look at him, he has practiced into a flying immortal outside the sky, and he has made great prowess in Shu, and has continuously cut down the thunder and lightning Lu Xiaoqi, the calamity crow, and the blood cry of the living Yama under the sword, and now it can be said that it is like the sun in the sky, and it has been called the first sword in Shu by them. After speaking, Leng Ruolan's eyes lit up.

Han Ye didn't want them to know that he was the end of the autumn sun, he was still relatively low-key, and if Leng Ruolan knew that he was the end of the autumn sun, she would definitely know Han Ye's intentions. He didn't want her to owe him, so he said, "I'm a newcomer, so I really don't know him, and he hasn't been back to the sect recently." ”

"Oh." Leng Ruolan's expression was a little lost.

Han Ye diverted the topic and said, "Which sect are you from?" ”

Leng Ruolan said: "I am from the Tomb Sect, and now I have learned the Beauty Fist Technique and the Jade Girl Suxin Sword Technique. Awesome. After speaking, Leng Ruolan's face showed a smug look.

Han Ye also felt a little incredible, the beauty fist technique was still easy to learn, but it was still difficult to learn the jade girl Suxin swordsmanship, so he asked, "How many layers of the Jade Girl Suxin swordsmanship are you now?" What is the overall evaluation? ”

Leng Ruolan said excitedly: "It's already the thirty-ninth floor, and the comprehensive evaluation is unfathomable." Haha, what about you? ”

Asking for tickets, asking for collections, not daring to ask for rewards, I have no confidence