Ziqin and Ye Gucheng competed with swords, and Ziqin didn't understand swords at that time.

is also because he doesn't understand swords, so Ziqin and Ye Gucheng have never been separated from life and death, and now, whether Ziqin already understands swords.

If you know the sword, will you be separated from life and death?

Lu Xiaofeng's hands were clenched, and his body was already trembling.

Lu Xiaofeng, who has always been unruly, suddenly found that he also had irritability, but what was even more terrifying was that this irritability could not dissipate, and he could only watch his two friends walk outside the house.

"Back then, I had three thousand brothers, but I only had to kill in my heart, but I didn't have a sword, and now, I am alone, and I still have killing in my heart, but I already have a sword in my hand."

Ziqin's voice was extremely indifferent, and his eyes were already slightly confused.

Swordsmanship, it is not only people who cultivate, but also the heart, and now Ziqin's whole person, the whole heart has been immersed in the artistic conception of swordsmanship.

This is not the artistic conception of Huang Daxia's world, and this is not an unfathomable state of mind, this is just a sword heart that a swordsman must have, Ziqin can now be counted as a swordsman, because he already has a heart that belongs to a swordsman.

Ye Gucheng's gaze was already extremely serious, he never despised any opponent, let alone the current Ziqin.

"In my life, I only have a sword in my heart, I like to dance the sword between the sea and the sky and the clouds, and dance the sword on the blue waves, my person is a sword, and my heart is also a sword."

Ye Gucheng's voice was also indifferent, his hand was already on the hilt of the sword, his person had already stood up straight, and the whole person was like a sword out of the sheath, with a cold light.

Lu Xiaofeng stood at the door of the house, his hands were already cold.

Even if he doesn't practice swords, at least Lu Xiaofeng knows how good his two friends' swordsmanship is, in this world, there may only be Ximen Blowing Snow, and only a few people such as Mudaoren can compete with these two people.

And what's even more terrifying is that these two people are practicing the swordsmanship of killing, their swordsmanship has no swordsmanship, their swordsmanship pursues the origin of the sword, and the origin of any weapon can only be one word, kill.

Under the moonlight, Ye Gucheng's sword was already unsheathed.

The White Cloud City Lord will not only have one move to fly immortals outside the sky, his sword is just as fast, as ruthless, and just as accurate, these modifiers that belong to the sword are not inferior to Ximen blowing snow in the White Cloud City Lord.

When this sword stabbed out, Ziqin in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes had already disappeared.

If Ye Gucheng's sword covered the moonlight with light, then Ziqin had already completely isolated the moonlight.

Lu Xiaofeng seemed to see that under the sky, a cloud of sun and a cloud of black fog collided together in front of the Burrow.

Lu Xiaofeng thought that his martial arts were good, but when he saw the sword competition between these two people, he suddenly had a feeling that either of these two people might have the ability to kill him.

"Your sword has gone into the devil."

collided, and at the touch of a touch, Ye Gucheng and Ziqin stood against each other again, but both of them had a little more messy on their bodies, and there was a slight plush fluttering in the wind from the clothes on their chests, which were cut by sword qi.

"If you are a sword immortal, and Ximen Fuxue is a sword god, then why not have more of me, a sword demon."

Ziqin's voice was extremely indifferent, Ye Gucheng's chuckling voice sounded in the moonlight, Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened, Ye Gucheng would laugh like this, this is simply more terrifying than Sikong picking stars when he will change his evil and no longer steal things.

"In this world, there is no distinction between gods and demons, and the axiom is self-evident after victory or defeat."

Ziqin's voice was still extremely indifferent, but Ye Gucheng's laughter had stopped, and this sentence seemed to be a silver needle that pierced a balloon, stabbing something in the deepest part of Ye Gucheng's heart at once.

"After victory and defeat, the axiom is self-evident, then let's have a good fight."

The sword suddenly appeared from under the moonlight, Ye Gucheng's people had already soared in the air, his sword had become one with his people, and under the moonlight, this person and the sword could not tell which was which.

The body is in the air, this is a taboo in battle, if the opponent of equal strength is fighting, the one that is in the air will inevitably reveal the flaws in the body.

Although Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is strong, it will definitely not be too strong than Ziqin, at this time, Ye Gucheng's aerial attack is putting himself in a dangerous situation, but when Ye Gucheng's body is in the air, Ziqin's face is already extremely dignified.

Ziqin actually seemed to be as dignified as when facing Ye Gucheng's strongest state attack.

And in fact, this move is indeed Ye Gucheng's best state attack, because this move has a name that is praised all over the world, and this move is, Flying Immortals Outside the Sky.

No one can describe this move, and Ziqin can't describe it either, he only knows that when Ye Gucheng's body is vacated, the space around him seems to be locked by this move.

It seems that neither you can resist nor dodge, and you can't escape this move.

Zi Qin's heart sank, and the Xuangang Sword suddenly sank, his eyes closed slightly, and his eyes seemed to be useless in the face of this move, Zi Qin was ready to completely hand over his sword and hand over his swordsmanship.

However, as soon as his eyes were closed, Ziqin immediately opened his face full of doubt.

Qifeng Sword Technique, this is a sword technique that exists for killing, this set of pseudo-high-level realm magic swords is stronger than the killing surnames of most swordsmanship in the world, so the moment Ziqin closed his eyes, he immediately felt that Ye Gucheng's sword technique did not have the slightest killing aura.

Ziqin opened his eyes, and he suddenly found that he had already seen the mystery of Ye Gucheng's sword.

This unparalleled move in the world, the Flying Immortal outside the sky is a hundred times stronger than the sword piercing the heart of the Dragon Broken Moon Sword, originally, even if Ziqin cultivates to another level, he should never be able to completely see through this sword, but at this moment, Ziqin has completely seen through this sword.

He even felt that he was able to wield the sword.

Ye Gucheng's figure passed by Ziqin, the two stood with their backs to each other, Lu Xiaofeng stood at the door of the burrow, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he had already seen something.

It's just that after the smile, Lu Xiaofeng's eyes once again showed a strong sadness, and he actually thought of something.

Ziqin stood there quietly, he didn't ask nonsense like why.

In many cases, there are many things that you don't need to say, and if you do say them, I'm afraid it will only mean that you don't know your friends well enough.

"I don't remember how old I am, but I'm at least forty or fifty just by my appearance."

Ziqin's voice suddenly sounded with a hint of mockery, Ye Gucheng did not speak, he slowly put his sword into the sheath, there was not a trace of expression on his face, but there was a faint relaxation in his eyes.

"The most important thing for a forty or fifty-year-old martial artist to do is to find an apprentice to pass on his martial arts, instead of becoming a prop for others to inherit his martial arts, do you understand what I mean."

Ziqin's voice already carried a hint of anger, and his hand holding the sword was already trembling slightly, but Ye Gucheng had already slowly walked back to the burrow.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the two of them, and suddenly the sadness in his eyes became more and more intense.

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains.

The white clouds should be in the north, but the white cloud city of Ye Gucheng is in the south, which may be a tragedy in itself, the white clouds that belong to the loess grassland fall on the South China Sea, how can they be free in the waves and rain in the sky.

Flying immortals outside the sky, this is an otherworldly swordsmanship, but when the immortal god who used this sword has been reduced to mortal dust, how much power can be left of this sword.

Ziqin didn't know, he didn't even know how he left the small temple and the burrow, but fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng had been with him, so he didn't do something stupid like rushing to the Tang family.

The sky is already slightly bright, Li Yanbei is already trotting on the street, Ziqin saw Li Yanbei's figure from a distance, this hero is still strong and still spiritual, but he is already an old man, and he is an old man who only has money left, but has lost his power.

Everyone in this world has their own tragedy, and they also have their own value of existence, and suddenly Ziqin felt that his heart was not strong enough, otherwise how could he be lost because of Ye Gucheng's various actions.

Lu Xiaofeng had also seen Li Yanbei, and had already learned the news that Li Yanbei had sold everything he had, his smile was already reluctant, and he seemed to want to tell his friend what a stupid thing he had done.

"Good."

Ziqin suddenly spoke.

This sentence was not only inexplicable for Li Yanbei, but Lu Xiaofeng was even protruding from his eyes, he didn't understand the meaning of Ziqin's words at all.

"Willing to give, willing to give, life is like this, a decision may change a fate, and as long as you live, what can not be done, sometimes it seems impossible to change, but it can be changed, because, perhaps, change represents living."

Ziqin's words were extremely strange, but Li Yanbei laughed, he felt that these words were also in line with his reality.

Power, these are helpless when they give up, but what is the pity compared with life, and what is the pity compared with family, of course not.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes have also lit up, not only because these few words made Li Yanbei feel better, but also because these words from Ziqin's mouth undoubtedly mean that Ziqin has recovered from last night's incident.

There's nothing more enjoyable in the world than seeing your friends go back to normal.

"Don't you believe I can change the future?"

After saying those few words, Ziqin didn't pay attention to Li Yanbei anymore, he turned his head to look at Lu Xiaofeng, the latter's expression was slightly stunned, and Ziqin had already spoken enthusiastically.

"I'm looking for a few people, Mudao people, ancient pine monks, honest monks, and Ximen Blowing Snow."

Ziqin opened his mouth slowly, and Lu Xiaofeng's face was strange without saying a name, he didn't understand what he meant by saying these words at all, but when Ziqin's words fell, Li Yanbei had already spoken loudly.

"Except for Simon blowing snow, if you want to find someone else, ask me to pull it."

Li Yanbei's voice was extremely hearty, and this big man seemed to have found a bit of his previous arrogance, and he looked at Ziqin's mouth word by word.

"This may be the last thing I can do for my friends, those people should be in Baiyun Temple now, I will move to Jiangnan in the future, no matter when you come to Jiangnan, I will personally pick you up, definitely."

Li Yanbei said these words loudly, turned around and strode into the fog that had dissipated in the morning, his eyes, expressions were no longer the slightest sadness, sometimes there was a choice between going and staying, between sadness and cheerfulness, Li Yanbei finally chose the latter at the last moment, he walked very cheerfully, without the slightest grievance.

(To be continued)