The Milky Way is nine days, and the waterfall is turbulent, provoking a pool of angry water. The glow is misty, the fish scales are flickering, and the decoration is secluded. The two bluestones in the pool were polished smooth by the water, but the two people standing on them stood like still pines, as if they had taken root in the bluestone.

The clouds were so misty, and both of them were wearing light-colored clothes, that they could hardly tell the difference, let alone the expressions on their faces, but it was certain that their expressions must have been condensed, determined, and happy. Because master duels have always been like this.

The strong sword qi of both sides surged out from the fingertips, broke through the mist, and shot into the pool in the middle of the confrontation, and suddenly twisted a huge whirlpool in the pool, and the hurricane brought by the whirlpool was infinitely powerful, as if it wanted to roll everything into its own body, even the purple bamboo behind the waterfall was pulled over its head, and the branches and leaves made a "rustling" sound, if it was not deeply rooted, I was afraid that it would have been uprooted. At first glance, it looks like an impatient onlooker, eager to watch this fierce fight.

"I haven't seen him for five years, and my senior brother's internal strength has improved a lot." The man dressed in a white coat of snow smiled lightly.

"It's just that the internal strength is improving, and the martial arts are not improving? Didn't you think you might lose to me today? The man in Tsing Yi on the opposite side said.

"The reason why I only say that you are diligent in internal skills implies that you will never be able to beat me in swordsmanship, in the past few years, I have completely comprehended the Phantom Ying Divine Sword, and I have also improved one move on the eleven moves set by the master." The man in white is definitely a confident man.

"Humph! So what, there is not only the set of swordsmanship of the Phantom Eleven Sword in the world, and when the master was alive, he did not say that it was invincible in the world. In the past five years, I have traveled to various sword sects and learned a lot of exquisite sword moves, and I have compiled them into a set of sword techniques, so I don't believe that I can't beat you. "The man in Tsing Yi is definitely a proud person.

"It seems that you still haven't grasped the essence of the sword, and you are only using the sword instead of the sword. By the way, it's the Twelve Swords of Phantom Ying and not the Eleven Swords of Phantom Ying. The man in white's tone was full of contempt and disdain.

"Don't put on the shelf of your predecessors to teach me, what twelve swords, what I can't stand the most is your arrogance." The man in Tsing Yi couldn't hold his breath anymore

"It's not hubris, it's self-confidence. Swordsmanship is not about learning too much, nor in the subtlety of the moves, but in whether you can control it flexibly, and the real sword is to make the sword a part of your body, and the sword is as natural as you stretch out your hand. "This is what I have realized by practicing the Phantom Hero Sword Technique, and you have also practiced it, what have you learned from it?" "I-" The man in Tsing Yi was speechless for a moment.

"Do you want to fight me? I'm busy. The arrogant attitude of the man in white is really unbearable.

"Still fighting? I think I'm still going to lose! The man in Tsing Yi asked himself. The most taboo thing in the competition is to eliminate the momentum, and before the fight starts, the momentum is not as good as the person, and half of the first loss has been lost. But have your efforts in the past five years been in vain? His comprehension of swordsmanship is still only at the primary level of relying on sword moves, is it really not as talented as him, and he is destined to lose to him for the rest of his life? No, he is unwilling, even if he dies, he still wants to be Bo Yibo.

"Draw your sword!" The man in Tsing Yi himself silently drew his sword.

"The sword is here!"

"Make a move!"

"I never make the first move."

The man in Tsing Yi didn't argue anymore, but just clenched the sword in his hand. The opponent in front of him is not only the lord of Luoshen Palace, who is recognized by the martial arts as the first sword in the Central Plains, but also his junior disciple who has been in the same sect for six years. But every time he faced him, there was a suffocating sense of oppression, and even after five years, he still couldn't get rid of it.

"I have to beat him in one move because he won't give me a second chance," the man in Tsing Yi thought. "What Edgeworth with a sword, your! I have my own sword, and this is domineering. The palm of his hand has oozed sweat stains, so that his hand holding the sword is a little slippery, but the time has not yet come, he still can't make a move, he is waiting for the opportunity, the opportunity to win, the sweat beads on his face also drip on his hands, he only dares to look down, if there is the slightest distraction, the momentum he has just gathered will be gone, he has to be glad that the water droplets are splashing, only he himself knows that it is sweat.

"Don't you want to make a move?" The person on the other side was already impatient, so arrogant that he even put his hands behind his back, without the slightest intention of drawing his sword.

"You'll regret your hubris." The man in Tsing Yi saw the opportunity, it was in the blink of an eye of the Lord of Luoshen Palace, and he flew out, and this moment was enough. No one has ever seen such a speed, and compared to a meteor, it is not an exaggeration. The difference is only one in heaven and one on earth. This stab undoubtedly made the spectators in the Wangxiang Pavilion not far away exclaim, and they couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for their lord.

Because it was too fast, there was a long tail shadow behind the man in Tsing Yi, as if a person's speed was too fast, and even his three souls and seven spirits couldn't keep up. He was a little proud, he thought that he had won this blow, but when he looked at the Lord of Luoshen Palace, he found that he had lost again, because he saw the smile in the eyes of the Lord of the Lord, only the winner has such a smile.

With the sound of weapons colliding, the defeat of the man in Tsing Yi was completely announced, and his sword was about to pierce the heart of the lord, but it was stabbed on the sword of the lord, and the lord did not know when the sword came out, but he used the sword body to protect his heart. This blow, he has done his best, did not leave himself the slightest way out, his body is still hanging in the air, and it is a sword in both hands, whether it is to swing the sword and attack again or let go of one hand to change the palm of the fist to defend before the body falls, but the lord is holding the sword in his right hand to block, and his left hand is still free, and he has time to attack the major points on his body at will, and even kill him.

"You're faster than I thought!" The Venerable Lord really struck at him with his palm, but he only used three points of force, just trying to push him away, and with this thrust, he did not fall, but returned to the bluestone.

"Why? Why do you have time to draw a sword in the blink of an eye? The man in Tsing Yi was confused in his mind, and he didn't know the reason for his defeat.

"You can rush in front of me in the blink of an eye, am I still too late to pull out the sword that is in my hand?" The tone of the lord can no longer distinguish whether it is praise or disapproval.

A word woke up the dreamer, and the man in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly three times.

"Is that so? I was so stupid to calculate the best time and deliver the most powerful attack, and I even neglected the simplest thing - the sword, in your hand, hum! No matter how fast I am, I can't draw your sword! It's ironic that such a volley stabbing was broken just by drawing the sword! The man in Tsing Yi laughed at himself again and again.

The Lord said: "If people study something too deeply, they will ignore the most obvious things, but after this stage, there will be a qualitative leap, and I should congratulate you." ”

The man in Tsing Yi said, "You can kill me just now." ”

The lord said: "You are my senior brother, I can kill anyone who comes to me for a test, but I won't kill you." The man in Tsing Yi said: "Then there will be a period later." With a wave of his sleeves, he took off into the air and ran into the bamboo forest behind the waterfall, he said to himself in his heart: "Lu Qingyu, I won't let you go, I will prove that I am better than you one day." ”

Lu Qingyu should have inherited his father's business and became a nameless dart master in the capital, and this man who has wildness and arrogance buried in his bones and blood, is unwilling to be such a silent and nameless person, his life is destined to be earth-shattering. He wants to keep his name in the annals of history, he wants to make rules for this chaotic society, he pursues fairness, so he wants to become the overlord of this era, and only when he becomes a hegemon can he be qualified to be fair. In achieving hegemony, he did whatever it took to use his talents, wisdom, means, and violence. No one knows where he learned his ghostly martial arts, only knows that an eighteen-year-old rebellious boy, with a three-foot thin sword became famous, since the defeat of Shaanxi's two major overlords - broken knife Qi Yan and willow catkins flying Guo Feng, Shaanxi has become the world of Hongfu Dart Bureau, and then took in a lot of guests, the strength has increased greatly, soon, Hongfu Dart Bureau disappeared, replaced by Luoshen Palace located on the shore of Luoshui. In just one year, the power extended to northern Sichuan and Jinyu, destroying the Tang Gate, annexing the Star Tower, and gradually holding the Central Plains in the palm of his hand. Within seven years, the reputation has risen and the rivers and lakes have been intimidated, and all the factions of the martial arts have their own heads, and there are branches in almost all parts of the country, and the world has been in the bag. And this young overlord is still not satisfied, in his opinion, the existence of the four poles of the power that can not be underestimated makes his unification unification unfinishable, the southwest has the peak of the moon, the northwest desert has the Tianshan Sword Sect, the North Sea has the Meteor Pavilion, the Zhejiang and Fujian generation has the Qianye Tomb, and the strange national teacher Yu Wentuo who lives in the Jiankang Imperial City, originally the imperial court and the rivers and lakes do not invade each other, but this national teacher claims to be a magic pupil, and he moves around in the rivers and lakes from time to time.

The young lord toe lightly, and in just a few steps, he swept past the white sandalwood flowers and stood in the Wangxiang Pavilion. When the five people inside saw this, they all leaned down, and among them, the beautiful woman in the big red dress hurriedly stretched out the velvet woven of white mink fur in her hand and draped it over him, her posture was like the most attentive maid, but her face was not attentive at all. Although Lu Qingyu has been standing next to the waterfall for a long time, he has protected himself very well with his true qi, and there is not a single drop of water on his white clothes, but after all, it is only February weather, and his body is inevitably a little cold, and he needs this velvet. He cast an approving glance at the woman in red, which made a soft glint flash in her cold eyes. This woman's dress is very strange, the clothes of the whole body are very tight, but there is a pair of big sleeves that are about to hang to the ground, if this dress is worn on others, it will be laughed to death, but once on her body, there is a different taste.

"What, hasn't Ye Qiuchi come back yet?" Lu Qingyu sat on the wooden chair specially designed for him and asked lightly.

"The owner of the Leyi House has returned, and now he is waiting in the main hall, and he said that he will bring you a capable person." A person dressed as a scholar replied respectfully, only for a while, Lu Qingyu did not speak, and everyone did not dare to speak out of the air, for fear of interrupting the thinking of this wise man. There was silence in the Lookout Pavilion. The lord didn't say to stay, and everyone had to stand like this.

"What do you think I just played?" Lu Qingyu just asked in a low voice, but it made everyone tremble, as if it was a loud noise.

No one knows how to answer this question, and no one dares to try it, everyone knows that the master's move is good, but it is a move that all beginners use, just because many people who can make complex moves tend to be confused when faced with such a sharp blow, forgetting that this is the most effective and simple defense. In fact, it doesn't matter whether it's good or not, what matters is whether the lord wants to hear good words or the truth at the moment.

In the eyes of these people, the Lord is awe-inspiring. Awe, of course, means respect and fear, respect for his martial arts and genius, fear of his uncertainties, loneliness and arrogance. Maybe he still had a little human touch and even a bit of cold humor when he fought with his brother, but after the battle, he returned to the position of God.

"Why didn't anyone answer me?" Lu Qingyu's tone was a little heavier.

"Good, but not good enough." Someone finally answered, it was a low and resolute male voice, which turned out to be the mouth of the master of the sword art house. This heroic and cold young man has never left the sword handle with his left hand since the confrontation between the lord and his senior brother, he is preparing for battle, if the lord is defeated and his life is in danger, he will be the first to rush forward. He has always only worked for himself, but after meeting Lu Qingyu, he only worked for him. He may have been born and died with the Lord, and he was the first person to fight alongside him, so he was more respectful and less fearful, and he was often the one who could speak out.

"Why isn't it good enough, Fanjia?" His Holiness seemed interested.

"You don't have to draw your sword, his speed can't compare to yours, you just need to dodge, he misses with all his strength, and he will be undefeated and defeated." The young man is not in a hurry.

"I still don't think it would be better." The Lord bears the hand.

"Wouldn't it be too risky if your senior brother's long sword was too sharp, and your sword piece was unfortunately penetrated?" There was silence for a while, and everyone was speculating about how the Venerable Lord would react, and some even felt that Fan Jia was too unintelligent.

"Reasonable, my Luoshen Palace is mainly based on sword art, and you, as the owner of the sword art house, are really well deserved." The Lord finally raised the corners of his mouth, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Back to the main hall!"

In the Xinhe Hall of the Luoshen Palace, the white-clothed lord sat on a throne carved of uranium gold, and behind him was a cluster of bright snow orchids, which were the flowers that could be seen everywhere when he was studying in the Flying Snow Realm. The color of the petals of this flower is the same as that of snow, but the stamens and lace are bright red, and they bloom on the snow. It's a pity that he returned to his hometown a year later, but he can no longer see the patches of snow orchids. But in his opinion, there is nothing in this world that he Lu Qingyu can't keep, not to mention that there are countless skilled craftsmen in Luoshen Palace, he just handed over the last cluster of Xuelan to them and didn't care anymore, and as a result, Xuelan opened alive on the wall.

Lin Guhong knelt on the ground, on the way to Luoshen Palace, he had imagined countless times what kind of character Lu Qingyu was, and at this moment, people were in front of him, but he didn't dare to look at it, the king was domineering. Although the fracture of his right hand had healed, the sharp pain hit him and made him spasm.

"Your Excellency, at the Tian Lai Conference held by my subordinates in Luoyang, I met a lot of strangers who could play well, and they learned from each other and exchanged music theories, which was quite insightful. However, there are many precious musical instruments, and the subordinates are the only ones who have not seen the Fuxi Qin that the lord wants. Fanle Fairy Ye Qiuchi knelt on one knee in front of the Venerable Lord and spoke in a voice that was already heavenly.

"Alright, I guess it won't show up. The reason why you go to a party like that is because you love music, and as the owner of the music house, you should make yourself better at music. Fu Xiqin's matter is a negative task, why are you still serious. Lu Qingyu said lazily. In the eyes of your subordinates, the task of the lord is never positive or negative, as long as you give your orders, your subordinates should do their best to complete them. These words came from anyone's mouth, and they could hear that he was slapping the horse, but when Ye Qiuchi said it, he felt that it was from the bottom of his heart.

Lin Guhong couldn't help but turn her head and glance at the woman she regarded as a ghost beside her, just because she was proud, disdainful, ruthless, and resolute. And at this moment, all he saw in her eyes was admiration, worship, and shyness. Thinking that Lu Qingyu is really amazing, so that these women all throw away their armor and are willing to prostrate, maybe just for a look and a word of appreciation.

Lu Qingyu asked without any emotion: "You are the Lin Guhong who stole Ban Jiuyu Ruyi?" ”

"The lord is wise, and the villain is exactly." Lin Guhong buried his head low, and the marble floor was unusually smooth, making his hands a little unable to support it.

Lu Qingyu ordered: "Raise your head and look at me!" ”

Lin Guhong seemed to be a little fugue, and the fairy hurriedly turned him, and then he raised his head. After just one glance at the Lord, he was ashamed of himself. The face of the white-clothed lord has the beauty of a woman, and his skin is so white that he is about to catch up with the clothes on his body, but he is really a man full of masculinity, his eyes are as bright as stars and exude the light of wisdom, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised to reveal courage and determination, and his erect body shows his domineering. Such a man is also a man with martial arts, power over the world, and rich enough to rival the country. God, it seems to favor him too much.

Lu Qingyu said coldly: "As a person from Luoshen Palace, I don't even have the courage to look at his lord, why should I go to the rivers and lakes to mix." ”

"Yes!" Lin Guhong, who has always been conceited, can only say this one word at the moment, because he knows that it is in vain to say any flattering words in front of this person who knows everything, and the most important thing is to be able to prove himself to him.

Lu Qingyu said: "Very good, you didn't talk nonsense, take him down!" Just under the command of Zhuo Yingqiao, let's stay in the different art house! So Lin Guhong followed a few people to the apse.

"His right hand must have been cut off by you, right?" Lu Qingyu asked Ye Qiuchi, "How did the Venerable Lord know?" Ye Qiuchi asked rhetorically, "Removing useless reservations is useful, isn't this what you have always done as a fairy of Fanle?" "I really can't hide anything from you, but isn't it what you have always taught us to keep useful and eliminate useless? Since he is so good at stealing, he should concentrate on training that left hand. Ye Qiuchijiao replied with a smile.

"Did you bring that thing?" Lu Qingyu's gaze moved to Ye Qiuchi's hand, "What the Venerable Lord ordered, how dare Qiuchi slacken." Ye Qiuchi knew what her lord was referring to, and although her mouth was in harmony, there was no longer the moving smile on her face like the moonlight just now. She silently took out the blue tears from her sleeves and presented them with both hands, with envy and reluctance in her eyes.

"Second Senior Brother!" A crisp voice came from outside the door, and Lu Qingyu's ice-like face instantly attached to the sun. Entering, it was a little white girl: snow-colored skin, clean white clothes, and even her hair was silvery-white.

"Little Snow Maiden!" The people in the hall all nodded their heads and treated this little girl who was only seventeen or eighteen years old as if they were respecting the lord.

Xiaoxue and Lu Qingyu seem to come from the world of snow, and they have not been exposed to the sun, so they are so clean and white. It's a pity that God didn't favor her like he favored Lu Qingyu, and didn't give her a pretty face, on the contrary, she was a little ugly, her eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips were very thin, just like the painter's most understatement. But Xiaoxue is happy that she has the most unobtainable man in the world - Lu Qingyu's favor, maybe Lu Qingyu will not be sincere to anyone, nor will she treat anyone as her own, but there is no falsehood to her.

"Second Senior Brother, I heard that Senior Brother is here, we haven't seen each other for a long time, so I can't help but come here, you won't blame me!" Xiaoxue is not pretty, but she is so cute that people pity her, especially when she speaks, she will shrug her little nose, no one can bear to hurt such a woman.

"How can the second senior brother blame you, even if you do the worst thing, I won't blame you." Lu Qingyu put her arm on Xiaoxue's shoulder, and the two of them had completely forgotten that there were so many people around.

"What about the elder brother? Have you settled in yet? Xiaoxue asked with a smile.

Lu Qingyu's eyes wandered away for a while, and suddenly grabbed Xiao Xue and said solemnly: "Xiao Xue, let me ask you, if one day the senior brother and the second senior brother want to fight to the death, who do you want to die and who will live?" "I don't want it!" Before Xiaoxue could blurt out her words, tears had burst out of her eyes, "I don't want that, none of you can die, why do you have to fight to the death, after the master passed away, you will be my last relatives, you all promised the master to take care of me, your words don't count." "The more Xiaoxue cries, the more sad she becomes, will this snow-like woman be as cold as ice and snow?

"No, no, the second senior brother lied to Xiaoxue, and the second senior brother promised you that you would never have that day, okay? Lu Qingyu couldn't help but hug this petite body into his arms, if a man like him could coax a woman, no one would believe it, but there was indeed such a woman in this world who let him coax, "Senior brother is gone, he is an adult, there are adults who are in a hurry to do things, you can't always play like Xiaoxue, right?" "Hmm!" As soon as she said this, Xiao Xue burst into tears and laughed, "Next time Senior Brother comes, you must be the first to inform Xiao Xue!" When you're done with your business, we'll go back to the Flying Snow Realm together. Lu Qingyu agreed, but his eyes couldn't help but look into the distance, he really couldn't imagine that there would be such a day. Flying Snow Boundary, it's already a very distant name, it's snowy all year round, it's cold to the bone, does Xiaoxue really like that place? …… But also, that clean and simple place is really her world, and in this chaotic and chaotic world, he really can't guarantee that Xiaoxue will not be polluted. Thinking of this, Lu Qingyu picked up the blue tears in Ye Qiuchi's hand and inserted it into Xiaoxue's bun: "This thing is clean after all, so it is worthy of you!" ”

The woman in red, who had always said little, couldn't help but step forward and said, "Lord, you haven't decided on the trip to Qingyue yet. To go, or not to go? ”

Lu Qingyu's gaze returned to vigilance and sharpness: "Go, of course you have to go." ”