Chapter 2: The Swordsman? Assassin?

A little red in the Central Plains!

Listening to the name, I don't know how many young people have been shocked.

Many high-ranking officials and nobles do not hesitate to spend a lot of money to hire masters, but those masters are like earth dogs in the eyes of the Central Plains, and they collapse and kill at will.

Useless, everything is useless.

As long as the Zhongyuan little red receives the bounty, none of them will fail. At least so far. Like Simon blowing snow, he has never missed, never had.

The Central Plains is a little red and lonely; Simon blows snow and is lonely.

They have similar personalities and are both dragons among men. In the martial arts, there are rare peerless masters. However, they are destined to go to the opposite side, holding the sword in their hands, and bursting into brilliant lives to decide the victory.

The room, the bathroom, steaming!

Simon blows the snow, very comfortable, and enjoys the joy of washing away the dirt. The sword, though within reach, was real, and left his hand.

At this moment, it is the perfect opportunity to assassinate.

A black shadow broke through the void, disappeared in a flash, entered Wanmei Villa, and sneaked outside the bathroom door. The people who were rushing at a hurry stopped like electricity.

Looking ahead, to be precise, through the tissue paper, looking at the West Gate blowing snow. The person who came was dressed in green clothes, and he looked very ordinary. But there is no one who is not afraid, and he is more terrible than Hades. Because he is a little red in the Central Plains.

A name that can shock the rivers and lakes. "A little red in the Central Plains" can definitely be counted as one of them.

The backbone is emaciated, like a gust of wind, which can be blown. Just imagine, how could he be a deadly soul-seducing swordsman who made the world smell and change! With his right hand at his waist, he held a long sword. The sword was blood-colored, as if it were the blood of the creatures he had slain.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered his hand.

Gently pushed open the door and asked, "Ximen blowing snow?" ”

Ximen Fuxue was very comfortable and enjoyed the happiness brought by the bath, but did not open his eyes, but said: "A little red in the Central Plains? ”

"Well, you know me?" A little red road in the Central Plains.

"Hmm. You, who are qualified to let me play the sword, who can let me play the sword, I will remember! "West Gate Blowing Snow Trail. If anyone who is acquainted with Simon Blowing Snow hears the words of Simon Blowing Snow, he will change color.

The Central Plains is a little red, and the duel is terrible! And Simon blowing snow is also terrifying!

"Put on your clothes, outside the door, and we'll fight it out!" A little red in the middle of the country. Said coldly.

"You're an Assassin? Swordsman? "West Gate Blowing Snow Trail.

"Be a swordsman today!" After speaking, Zhongyuan walked out with a little red. Ximen Fuxue glanced at Zhongyuan lightly, and his fingers pinched unconsciously. It wasn't fear, it was a fluctuation in the heart.

Excitement, a lot of unprecedented feelings, came again!

Dressed in white like snow, he walked out of the bathroom with a black sheath sword with a strange appearance.

Wanmei Villa, Plum Garden!

The west gate blows snow, and the Central Plains is a little red. Opposites.

Snow is flying all over the sky, and plum blossoms dot the lonely Wanmei Villa.

Today, Wanmei Villa finally has a trace of popularity, but it is destined to be only a moment. Still leaving, still leaving. Can't be retained.

Zhongyuan glanced at Ximen Fuxue lightly, and said coldly: "Okay? ”

"You can fight anytime, anywhere, what about you?"

"I've been waiting for a long time! Draw your sword! "A little red road in the Central Plains. There was a flash of fire in his eyes. In the world, the most difficult thing to meet is an opponent with similar strength. Now. Nakahara felt a little red and felt like he had met it.

"Not yet?" Ximen Fuxue shook his head lightly.

"Why not?" Nakahara asked with a little red.

"You're not a swordsman now, you're an assassin! I'm waiting. ”

Zhongyuan's red pupils shrank sharply, and he was silent for a long time, and said, "What if I have always been an assassin?" ”

"I can wait, wait, wait until you become a swordsman!" Ximen Fuxue said lightly. Zhongyuan Yihong did not doubt the truth and falsity of Ximen Chuixue's words, for masters like them, false words were really useless.

When someone sees it, they can fellowship with their hearts; And some people live together all their lives, but their hearts are separated by the city walls. The Central Plains is a little red, and the West Gate blows snow, the two are destined to be opponents, destined to explode in a moment, and achieve each other; But they understand each other.

The wind is like a knife, and the snow is falling like ice!

At the knees of both of them, a thick layer of snowflakes had been piled up. This is, Zhongyuan nodded a little red, and said, "How to be a swordsman?" ”

"Swordsman, make a living from swords, be honest with swords!"

"Hehe, I'm a swordsman!" Nakahara smiled a little red, laughing so much that tears came out. Ximen Fuxue looked at the Central Plains indifferently: "You are a famous swordsman now!" ”

Swordsman, in the eyes of Ximen Blowing Snow, there are only a handful of swordsmen in the world.

Talent, heart! An indispensable challenge for never a swordsman!

I don't know how many people practice martial arts and swords in the world. However, how many people can really practice swordsmanship to the pinnacle and terrifying? Sword training requires talent!

The pinnacle of the extreme, you need the heart! A heart that is sincere to the sword!

Outside the sword, there is nothing else!

An assassin is nothing more than a person who kills people for profit with a sword in his hand! Not a swordsman! At first, Zhongyuan was a little red, and he had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and he was not a swordsman! Even though his sword is invincible in the world, his heart is flawed!

Now, the Central Plains is a little red, and there is no flaw in the heart!

He is a swordsman, a swordsman recognized by Simon Blowing Snow!

The two swordsmen have no words, for the swordsman, the end of the road is the end of the world, and the end of the words is the sword. Only the sword can prove the swordsman.

The moment the sword is swung, the swordsman is truly alive.

"When you plunge your sword into their throats, and see the snowflakes bloom under your sword, if you can see the splendor of that moment, you will know that there is nothing like this beauty!" This is Simon Blowing Snow's true understanding of the sword.

Swordsmen, who need to use their swords to prove that they are alive.

There was no shouting and killing from the people in the rivers and lakes, and the two long swords were unsheathed, facing each other, and their bodies were deflected.

Their bodies are not fast, and ordinary Jianghu experts can do it. However, the sword in their hands is dazzling. Too fast, too absolute!

The two swords, although not facing each other, are a confrontation in the true sense of the word! However, the battle has begun!

Relatively speaking, the sword speed of Ximen Blowing Snow is not fast, but compared to the fierce and fierce Central Plains, it is a little more lonely, and looking at Ximen Blowing Snow's sword, you will feel a boundless loneliness.

It is the loneliness of standing on Mount Everest, looking down on the heavens and the earth. He regards the world as an ant, but the loneliness of my sky. Lonely, thick loneliness.

And the Central Plains is a little red, but it exudes this other chic atmosphere. That's loneliness. Heavy can infect the loneliness of heaven and earth! It is the loneliness of walking in the vast sea of people, but not knowing a person; It was a bustling place, standing in a dilapidated house!

That kind of loneliness infects everything in heaven and earth, and makes heaven and earth sad!

No matter how good the matchup is, it's just a moment. Instantly splendid and gorgeous. It's enough for the swordsman.

Ay! There was a faint sound, and a sigh of death sounded.

The long sword has been deeply embedded in the heart of a little red in the Central Plains! And the sword with a little red in the Central Plains is about half an inch away from the snow blowing at the West Gate!

Half an inch, life and death!

Looking at the snow blowing at the West Gate, Zhongyuan smiled a little red: "Good sword, peerless swordsman!" ”

"It's a pity! The swordsman can't draw his sword anymore! Ximen Fuxue sighed, not knowing for himself, but also for the Central Plains.

His face was as pale as paper, but Zhong Yuan smiled a little red, and said, "You don't have to worry, there are countless swordsmen in the world, and there are definitely people who draw your swords!" ”

"Who?"

"The first swordsman in the northwest, Xue Yiren!" After Nakahara finished speaking, he collapsed to the ground. Died!

Picked up the blood-colored long sword of the Central Plains, and hugged the already cold corpse. Ximen blew the snow and said: "Xue Yiren? (To be continued.) )