The night was long. The long night had finally passed, and the first rays of sunlight in the east shone in through the slit between the windows, and happened to shine on Xie Xiaofeng's face, like a golden sword.

Xie Xiaofeng's tired eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly let out a long breath and muttered, "I understand, I understand." ”

One of them suddenly let out a long sigh and said, "I still don't understand." Xie Xiaofeng Huo Ran turned around, only to find that someone was kneeling at the door of the inn, his head bowed, and his expression was full of frustration.

The first of the four swords of Xiaoxiang is the life-saving sword - the soul.

Xie Xiaofeng let out a long sigh and said, "You are the only heir of his swordsmanship, he must want you to see his last sword." ”

"That sword is the essence of his swordsmanship?" “

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Yes, that is the fifteenth change in the thirteen swords of death, and in the whole world, no one can parry and dodge." ”

"But he didn't kill you with that sword. ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "If that sword is really struck, I will definitely die, but it's a pity that at the last moment, his sword can't be stabbed!" ”

"Why? ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "What he wants to destroy is not himself, but the sword." ”

"Since that sword is the pinnacle of swordsmanship and unparalleled in the world, why did he destroy it!"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Because he suddenly found that that sword only brought destruction and death, he must not let such a sword technique remain in the world, he does not want to be a sinner in martial arts." ”

Xie Xiaofeng's expression was serious and sad: "But the changes and power of this sword are definitely beyond his control, just like a person who suddenly discovers that the snake he raised is actually a poisonous dragon!" Although it was attached to him, he didn't listen to his command at all, and he couldn't even shake it off, only waiting for the poisonous dragon to suck his bones and blood out. ”

The snatching expression suddenly became gloomy, and said, "So he only destroyed himself first." ”

Xie Xiaofeng said gloomily: "Because his life and flesh have been fused with this poisonous dragon, because this poisonous dragon is originally the essence of his person, so if he wants to destroy this poisonous dragon, he must first destroy himself." ”

"Stupid!" Snatching suddenly scolded: "A swordsman can be afraid of death? It's ridiculous! ”

Xie Xiaofeng was silent, just quietly looking at the snatching spirit in front of him.

Snatching suddenly pulled out his matching sword from the sheath, pointed directly at Xie Xiaofeng and Zhou Yi in front of him, and said: "I will not give up the pursuit of the ultimate sword in this world, when I practice the fifteenth sword, I will come back to challenge as the thirteenth descendant of Yan!" ”

He took off his long robe, covered Yan Shisan's body, and slowly turned around and left the inn.

Zhou Yi looked at the departing figure with some emotion: he must have gained a lot in the battle just now, he is already the most prominent swordsman among the players in the rivers and lakes, and now he faintly exudes an aura that no one can approach

Suddenly, Xie Xiaofeng slowly turned around and looked at Zhou Yi quietly for a long time before he said, "Are you the descendant of Zhang Zhenren?" ”

Zhou Yi was slightly stunned, and then nodded lightly.

The corners of Xie Xiaofeng's mouth moved slightly, as if he was a little regretful, and then he gently raised the blue water sword in his hand, his expression was lofty, as if he was indulging in the memories of the past.

"The sword of Excalibur Villa is not always so easy to learn, some people can learn it as soon as they learn it, as if the swordsmanship is tailor-made for him; And some people may not be able to get started even if they are just a little bit."

The Third Young Master's sword danced slowly, an extremely slow, extremely graceful movement, as natural as the wind. And the swordsmanship in his hand is also extremely simple, clean, fast, and accurate, and the changes in it are ingenious, even more indescribable.

In addition to Zhou Yi, there is no second person in the field to learn swords, but the sword dance of the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa, everyone is unwilling to give up this excellent opportunity, and they all hope to explore some martial arts from this swordsmanship, but after the swordsmanship dance, everyone is like a second monk, and they are at a loss.

"See?" Xie Xiaofeng's distant voice sounded again.

"Maybe half? Or not? Zhou Yidao.

"Think again?" Xie Xiaofeng said.

Zhou Yi closed his eyes and fell into a moment of contemplation, then suddenly opened his eyes, and a smile bloomed on his face: "Forget it all now!" ”

"Good! Very good! Xie Xiaofeng said: "Since you are the descendant of Zhang Zhenren, I will not make it difficult for you to worship me as a teacher. ”

"Good!" Zhou Yi agreed.

Xie Xiaofeng nodded, turned around and was about to leave the inn, just as he walked to the door, he suddenly thought about something, stopped his figure, and said: "As for the Divine Sword Villa, if you have the opportunity, take care of it for me!" ”

"Hmmm! I will. Zhou Yi responded.

"Thank you!" Xie Xiaofeng pushed open the door of the inn, and his slender figure quickly disappeared into the boundless night.

"Ding! Congratulations to the player for comprehending the mastery of the ground level - stealing the sky and changing the day to seize the sword! ”

The back hall was originally a place to entertain distinguished guests in this dilapidated small inn, although it was small but also three zhang square, although all the decorations were extremely simple and simple, but in Ping'an Town, a border town, it was already a very magnificent building.

In the back hall, there were two large tables, full of steaming food, some hearty meat, and snacks such as mountain fruits

Zhou Yi walked into the back hall alone, his eyes had already seen the layout of the hall, the crispy smell of meat was not comparable to the front hall, and the sweet aroma of monkey wine made him swallow his saliva even more.

And the first time Zhou Yi walked into the back hall, he fell on an extremely beautiful woman.

The beauty sat at the first table, but the temperament she exuded was like a perfect work of art with its own style, making people feel that there seemed to be nothing mundane in this world that could match it, and nothing could fit into her independent style.

It can't be said to be a kind of beauty, because it is beyond the scope of beauty, because anyone who sees her will feel that it is the highest level of beauty that they once dreamed of, and in front of this beauty, she looks so gloomy and vulgar.

The beauty wears a long black soft cloak that looks like silk, skin and skin, and cloth and cloth, and is very comfortable to pass around the slender swan-like neck, and pulls a knot close to a bow at the collarbone. A light green tight-fitting suit inside the cloak even outlines the soul-soothing body to the flesh, and no man will not fall for it.

Zhou Yiwei was stunned for a moment, and then said in a slightly trembling voice.

"I've seen the Holy Maiden." (To be continued.) )