Huaguo, the Western Regions Snow Plain.

The vast plateau, the endless blue sky, the snow covered every inch of the land, and the lonely two or three red willows shrunk their red and purple branches in the bitter cold wind.

In the vast white expanse, the plateau seems so gentle, like a plain white and silky satin. It seemed as if the mind had been purified, but when I looked further, I found that the snowfield was empty and terrifyingly monotonous except for snow and scarce dwarf plants.

Under this world, you will only feel your own insignificance.

It is often thought that the Western Regions of China is the only holy place left in the world, but only those who have actually been there will know that the vast majority of it is a dead place where they cannot survive.

And in the midst of a dead land, a shocking war is about to break out!

The cold wind whipped up goose feathers and snowflakes like blades, and on the unobstructed plains, like a herd of wild horses, they were galloping and raging. In the distance, almost half of the lake froze, leaving only a few deep black lakes exposed in the cold air, and soon these deep black lakes would also turn pale with snow, as if the lake had closed its eyes after death.

Hundreds of corpses fell beside the lake, and the blonde hair fluttering in the wind showed the identity of the deceased, who came from the West.

The sturdy plate armor on their bodies was carved with elegant and graceful patterns, but now it was mottled and broken, and the cross-sword in their hands was broken into several pieces.

Bright red blood splattered all over the ground, adding a bright color to the snow-white and monotonous snowfield. But with the sound of the wind, it was quickly drowned in the snow and seemed to have never existed.

In addition to this bright color, there are other colors in this dead land.

Dressed in a green shirt and snow-gray animal skin, Jiang Ming confronted the sword cultivator in front of him.

Jian Xiu, with a face of more than twenty, not to mention how handsome he is, that is, he can see the past, he is holding a three-foot long sword wrapped with black strips of cloth in his arms, as if he is holding a peerless beauty.

In other words, for him, this sword was originally a confidant who could accompany him for a lifetime.

This sword cultivator does not have the cold aura of ordinary sword cultivators, on the contrary, it is very gentle, somewhat bookish. There is no murderous intent in his eyes, and he is as calm as a lake. In general, it is just a harmless ordinary person, no different from a liberal arts student who grabs a lot of money in a secular university and has some chivalrous dreams.

But Jiang Ming knew that it was this sword cultivator who swung out a sword curtain like a mountain, stopping him from galloping to the west.

Of course, it was very simple for Jiang Ming to pass through the sword curtain, but for some reasons, he took the initiative to stay.

He wanted to learn swords, and although he already had a peerless artifact like the Laurel Sword, he didn't know how to do swordsmanship at all.

Relying on brute strength, he can deal with some people whose cultivation is lower than his own, but what if the enemy who meets him is powerful?

Jiang Ming was going to face that great power in the end, and he couldn't deal with him with the exercises of the god and demon world alone.

Kendo is the strongest way of attack, and Jiang Ming must learn.

The sword cultivator in front of him was Jiang Ming's first stop to learn kendo.

This sword cultivator can't turn into a god cultivator, but he can cut out the sword curtain of the power of the Tribulation Period, and it is good to think about kendo cultivation.

"Boy Jiang Ming, I don't know the name of Mr.?" Jiang Ming took the initiative to ask.

If you want to learn other people's things, you have to bow your head.

Jian Xiu's words are like gold: "Yin Xijia." ”

"Xijia, the Taishi of the Western Zhou Dynasty, look up for a long time," Jiang Ming immediately complimented.

When I heard the name of Jian Xiu, I instantly thought of the great master of the Western Zhou Dynasty, Xijia. If it was really that character, this kendo practice would definitely be very rewarding.

Sword cultivator Yin Xijia also showed a surprised expression, he didn't expect Jiang Ming to know the name of a person thousands of years ago: "It's just the same name, why did you go straight to the border?"

"Because my friend was arrested, I couldn't do anything in a hurry.

In addition, I want to learn swordsmanship from my seniors, and I hope that I can be more confident in rescuing my friends. ”

In order to learn the sword, Jiang Ming didn't want to lose his face, deliberately pretended to be weak in front of Yin Xijia, and made a lame reason for his lack of strength.

Facing Jiang Ming's request, Jian Xiu Yin Xijia shook his head: "It is my duty to defend the border, defeat me, and you can pass." As for learning swords, I can beat them. ”

Jiang Ming was speechless for a while, it's very simple to beat you, it's no problem to kill you, but I said that my strength is insufficient, can you listen to me well, I just want to learn a sword.

"Everyone is a Chinese citizen, so it's okay to give some face. ”

"Face, I've given it. Jian Xiu Yin Xijia said, pointing to the corpse of the Westerner next to him who was almost buried by the heavy snow.

That means that Jiang Ming is a Chinese, and the foreigners have already killed him.

"Do you have to fight?" Jiang Ming asked.

Sword Cultivator Yin Xijia nodded silently.

"Okay! ”

Jiang Ming stretched out his right hand, and the laurel long sword with a sword body like water appeared in his hand.

Puff~

Jiang Ming was hit by a sword, and the blood infected his chest, and he looked embarrassed, but fortunately, the injury was not critical, or the sword man left his hand, and he had no intention of killing him.

"When did you draw your sword?" Jiang Ming wiped his chest, and his injuries recovered immediately.

Sword cultivator Yin Xijia was still holding the long sword, as if he had never pulled the sword out of its sheath, and it was not him who hurt Jiang Ming at all.

"When you come out of the sword, you will kill, and the sword is used to kill, not to look good.

Draw your sword and don't attack, fool!"

"Mr. Xijia, the lesson is that I will change it immediately. ”

The taste of being scolded was naturally uncomfortable, but in order to learn the sword, Jiang Ming had to endure it and swung his sword to slash at Yin Xijia.

No, with another pop, Jiang Ming's right arm with the sword was pierced, and the laurel sword also fell to the ground.

Jian Xiu Yin Xijia didn't wait for Jiang Ming to ask, and said: "Stab, split, tease, hang, cloud, point, collapse, intercept." Haven't you learned these eight basic sword moves?

Raise the sword too much, the empty door is wide open, this is a taboo in swordsmanship, the master who taught you is an idiot?"

"Sir, I don't have a master, but I sincerely want to learn from you. Jiang Ming twitched the corners of his mouth, his muscles flared up, and he couldn't help it.

He really doesn't have a master, because there is no one to cover him, and I don't know how much he has suffered.

When I was in the world of gods and demons, I relied on my own hard work, and I used the pit to deceive and get some attack techniques, and they were all boxing techniques, and there was no such high-level swordsmanship as swordsmanship at all.

But it's right to think about it, gods and demons are good at physical bodies, emphasizing that one force will drop ten times, and the enemy will be directly hammered, where can there be so many skillful things.

"Really? Sword Cultivator Yin Xijia sighed.

Jiang Ming also thought that the other party felt sorry because he wasted his time because he didn't have a famous teacher to guide him.

Next, it's time to teach me swordsmanship, right?

As a result, Sword Cultivator Yin Xijia continued: "It's a pity that a peerless sword was wasted in the hands of a waste.

Learn swords, you can't know basic sword skills, I can't teach you."

When Yin Xijia spoke, his eyes looked at the laurel sword on the ground, and there was some meaning of affection.

"I'll go to your sister, my uncle can bear it, my aunt can bear it, but I can't bear it. ”

Yin Xijia's mocking and disdainful attitude made Jiang Ming completely unbearable, and he instantly became angry.

I don't know how to swordsmanship, and I originally wanted to learn it from you, but now I just want to hack you to death!

Jiang Ming half-squatted down, and his right hand had already recovered, and he picked up the laurel long sword again.

Seeing this, Yin Xijia shook his head: "Still raise your sword and not attack?" ”

When Chang~

Jiang Ming's sword and Yin Xijia's sword slammed together, and Yin Xijia's eyes were full of incredulity.

But that's not all. Jiang Ming stomped heavily on his right foot, and layers of snow were lifted like quilts, revealing the withered yellow grass.

Sparks, splashed between the two swords.

Jiang Ming stepped forward, pushing Yin Xijia, like a plow, speeding across the snowfield.

It's another bang.

Yin Xijia's blade shattered a corner.

"Stop!" Yin Xijia roared angrily, looking at the broken love sword, his heart was dripping blood, "Reckless, how can there be such a sword comparison." ”

"Live Nima, that's how Lao Tzu compares!"

Jiang Ming continued to move forward, and Yin Xijia's sword broke~

Jiang Ming was unrelenting, and slashed down where Yin Xijia's sword was broken, hitting Yin Xijia's chest.

Under the rage, Jiang Ming still retained a little sanity and did not hurt Yin Xijia's life.

Yin Xijia was cut down by Jiang Ming, and was about to stand up, when Jiang Ming stepped on him with one kick, ripped off his beast robe, and saw if there was any hidden sword spectrum or something.

This flip really allowed him to find a sword book, called "Xishan Sword Sutra".

"Stop, it's my thing. Yin Xijia struggled again, trying to snatch back the sword spectrum, but Jiang Ming kicked again.

"It's mine now. Jiang Ming said viciously and kicked Yin Xijia a few more times.

What are you kidding, poking me a few times, and still trying not to pay the price?

As he spoke, Jiang Ming took the sword spectrum and turned into a streamer of light and disappeared into the air.

Only Yin Xijia was left shivering alone in the cold wind.

——

In Paris, Jiang Ming opened his eyes in an alley, and a streamer of light fell from the sky and flew into his body.

Jiang Ming raised his hand and was holding the sword book called "Xishan Sword Sutra".

It turned out that after Jiang Ming was stopped by Yin Xijia with a sword curtain, he separated a clone to stay and learn swords from Yin Xijia, and the main body continued to Paris.

That clone only has the cultivation of the incarnation period, which is also the reason why Yin Xijia was able to hurt Jiang Ming.

Originally, the plan was good, and there would be no delay on either side. Who would have thought that under Jiang Ming's pleading, Yin Xijia was still unwilling to teach him swordsmanship, and he was severely humiliated.

Of course, these are all Jiang Ming's own thoughts, in fact, people didn't do much except poke him a few swords. As for scolding Jiang Ming, it was really Jiang Ming's swordsmanship that was too good, and Yin Xijia, a kendo master, was almost blind when he saw it.

But Jiang Ming has no temper, he was originally a big demon king who kills people without blinking, and he only restrained himself a little when he returned to Shui Lanxing. Now he is willing to reason with Yin Xijia and compliment him a few words, without killing people and goods at the beginning, Jiang Ming has learned well.

Speaking of the present, Jiang Ming put away the sword book, walked out of the alley, and walked towards a small church.

That church was the church where Lin Wen and Su Xue were kept.