Chapter 3: Opponents

Xue Yiren, whose name is simple, makes the world change the color of the world, and makes thousands of swordsmen in the martial arts surrender and bow down!

At the age of forty, he killed many brilliant martial arts figures with a sword. In the Northwest, he is known as the number one swordsman in the world! No one can surpass it.

"Xue Yiren?" Ximen Fuxue said lightly.

The Central Plains is a little red, and the name of the Tao is recited on the verge of death. Simon Fuxue never thought it was an ordinary person. It has been three years since Wanmei Villa has been out, and Ximen Fuxue has cast his eyes on the field for the first time.

He is a swordsman, but there is very little one who can make him draw his sword. Now there is a famous swordsman waiting from afar, his heart is moved, sincere to the sword, obsessed with the sword, the sword is his life, the swing of the sword is also the driving force for the swordsman's survival.

After fasting and bathing for three days, Ximen Fuxue rode a white horse and ran out of Wanmei Villa.

Three days later, a fast horse came to Wanmei Villa with a man who was also dressed in white like snow. Plum blossoms are in full bloom! He strode in.

Wanmei Villa was empty, with only a few servants clearing the snow. Seeing the visitor, he said, "Childe has gone out three days ago, Childe, please go back!" ”

In the courtyard, the man in white was silent for a long time, and said suddenly: "What a fast sword!" "The place where he stands is the place where Ximen blows snow and the Central Plains is a little red sword! The plum blossoms are delicate, with faint traces of blood.

"Simon blowing snow, when will he come back?" The man asked.

"The old slave doesn't know, he went southwest!" The old slave said sincerely.

"Thank you!" The man left quickly, asked a few words, and left quickly. Riding in the dust, the snow is flying all over the sky.

The old slave had never seen the man, but he knew that the man had come to Simon to blow the snow and compare the sword. And the man is very powerful, and the man's whole body exudes a temperament similar to that of Ximen Blowing Snow: loneliness.

The sky was very gloomy, as if it was about to fall. Simon blows snow and walks in the desert.

There are many droughts in the northwest, and many places in these places have turned into deserts irresistibly under the external forces of nature such as strong winds.

The desert, the test of man's will.

There were many martial arts masters who were once sunk in the endless desert. Simon's posture of blowing snow and walking is very normal, but that very normal posture is extremely abnormal in the desert.

As a person, physical strength is not unlimited. In the desert, people's physical strength and body water will be rapidly depleted. Therefore, people will come up with all kinds of ways to save energy. Walking nature is one of them.

In the desert, people walk, one foot is lifted and straddled slowly, and the other foot is slowly supported. And Simon blowing snow is very common, but he has become a weirdo. All of them looked at Ximen blowing snow with playfulness?

Is Simon stupid to blow snow? Want to kill yourself?

Lu Xiaofeng once said: "Ximen blows the snow sword powerfully, in the sky and on the earth, it is unique!" And people are far from underestimating his wisdom! ”

Three days of pursuit and killing, avenging a stranger. None of those people were slain by the sword within seventy-two hours? Doesn't that require resourcefulness? Everyone knows the courage of Ximen to blow snow, but they ignore the wisdom of Ximen to blow snow!

In a day and a half, Simon blew snow through the desert intact, and he calculated it. Ahead of the desert. A bustling town.

The town is bustling and lively! It was bustling and the sound of selling was endless.

I rented a good inn and bathed comfortably in the guest room. Wash away the dust of your body and wash away the dirt in your heart. Prepare for the Great War three days later.

However, he didn't think about it, three days later. I met not Xue Yiren, but another person! He is very terrible, more terrible than a little red in the Central Plains......

Xue Yiren, the first swordsman in the northwest, is also known as the first swordsman in the world. Xuejiazhuang, the place where Xue Yi people live. Simon Blowing Snow stood in front of him, silent.

Looking at the plaque of Xuejiazhuang hanging high, Ximen Chuixue knew that he had found the right person. Xue Yiren is indeed an opponent and swordsman who can fight.

The life and death of a swordsman depends on the sword in his hand! For swordsmen who can fight, Ximen Fuxue will be extremely respectful, wielding a long sword and dancing with a brilliant swordsman's brilliance.

Swordsman, life is actually very short, most of the time, swordsman is asleep, waiting. "Is your owner here?" Simon Fuxue asked.

The two big men outside the door said respectfully: "The owner of the village has traveled away half a month ago, what is the matter with the son looking for the owner?" Do I need to tell me? ”

Simon Blowing Snow shook his head and walked out.

"Weirdos!" In his heart, the big man said secretly. Dahan didn't really stop it, but said it truthfully. They may lie to them, but they dare not lie to Simon Blowing Snow.

The first time I saw Ximen blowing snow, it was lonely! And then there's the sword. Ximen blowing snow is a sword, the sword is not out of the sheath, but it has already shocked the ghosts and gods.

The hotel is full of drunkards, but the drunkard is very different!

There may be no difference in the eyes of others, however, in the eyes of Simon Blowing Snow, the drunkard is too special!

His white arms, holding the flask, gulped down, but after a moment, the cough came. After coughing, the man drank again. So back and forth, it's really like a drunkard!

Simon Blowing Snow didn't pay attention to these, he didn't know how many drunkards he had seen! Lu Xiaofeng is a drunkard, and he is also an alcoholic! Their addiction to alcohol is no less than that of the man in front of them.

He walked straight over, his sharp eyes piercing through the cloudy eyes.

The man smiled and said, "Brother Tai, when can you do it, it is incumbent on you?" After speaking, the man quickly poured two glasses of wine and handed one to him.

Simon Blowing Snow was speechless, but the sword-like will had burst out. Sharp and sharp, with a soaring fighting spirit.

It doesn't take any words to breath for itself.

The man's arm paused, his pupils shrank, and he took the wine back and drank it! Staggered to his feet and stood up. Looking at the West Gate blowing snow. The cloudy eyes burst into two brilliant rays of light.

"What do you mean, brother?" The man asked.

"You deserve my sword!" Ximen Fuxue said coldly.

"Isn't it time now?"

The man also explained, and Simon Blowing Snow had already spoken: "When?" ”

The man smiled bitterly, thought for a while, and said, "Five days later, Zhuqinglin!" ”

"Waiting!" Ximen Fuxue said coldly, his whole body breath retracted like a tide, and sat down. A glass of white water and a plate of steamed buns were served, and Ximen Fuxue ate it freely.

The momentum of saber-rattling, that still exists? (To be continued.) )