As soon as the words fell, a silver-haired old man in a purple robe and long beard floated into from the outside, his eyes were deep, like a photoelectric burn, and a strong aura of fairy wind and bones was also rushing towards him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Uncle!"

"Your Excellency!"

"Juggernaut!"

Everyone followed the sound and bowed respectfully.

The person who came was none other than Dugu Sword, known as the Sword Saint!

"The Juggernaut is overrated! Junior Li Xiao has seen his seniors! ”

Facing the other party's sword-like sharp gaze, Li Xiao looked immobile on the surface, but in his heart, he also set off turbulent waves.

For the Sword Master, of course, Li Xiao will not be a stranger.

The martial arts of the world have always had the title of the South Unknown and the Northern Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint is the elder brother of the city lord of Wushuang City, and he has been crazy about swordsmanship all his life, unparalleled in the world, especially the Holy Spirit swordsmanship, which no one can break, and later fought with the Wulin myth nameless, retired after defeat, and retreated to comprehend the more profound swordsmanship.

During the day, Li Xiaobu measured that Wushuang City would suffer a catastrophe, and Dugu Ming also went up and down in his heart, just in case, he also went to invite the Sword Saint in retreat out of the mountain, but the latter was late and did not really appear until this time.

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"Uncle, is what God said true? Did my father really die eighteen years ago? Dugu Ming still couldn't believe this fact, and his eyes stared at the Sword Saint earnestly, hoping that he would deny it.

However, after being silent for a long time, the Sword Saint still sighed and said a little unbearably: "That's right, just as the gods said. At the beginning, I also wanted to dissuade your father from watching the battle, but it was too late, and in the end, I could only push the boat down the river and let the stand-in come to guard the Wushuang City, at that time, Ming'er, you were too young, and I was afraid that you would not be able to withstand such a blow, so I concealed my true thoughts, but now that it has been revealed, then you have to be strong. ”

After the Sword Saint came forward to prove this point of view, everyone also gasped, and this true and false Peerless City Lord was finally conclusive!

After Dugu Ming was sad, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, clenched his fist, his expression became perk, and he said to himself: "Yes, I want to be strong and inherit my father's will, so that Wushuang City can rise again in the forest of rivers and lakes!" ”

After seeing his nephew sweep away the decline, the Sword Master was also very pleased, stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him. But he turned his head and put his attention on Li Xiao again.

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"I have long heard that Mr. can calculate the fortune of heaven, and when I see it today, it is really worthy of the name, which is an eye-opener for the old man." Speaking of this, the Sword Saint changed his words and said loudly: "But after all, the number of days is too ethereal, life is in the world, the wind and clouds are changing, if you want to really understand everything, it is too mysterious, and I am also determined in my heart that people will win the sky, rather than to abide by these so-called days of destiny, it is better to strengthen your own body and be higher than the sky!" ”

If someone else says this, it will definitely make people feel arrogant. However, for the comprehension of the way of the sword, he is already a transcendent and holy sword saint, and when he says this, he gives people a sense of convincing.

Li Xiao nodded, and said undeniably: "That's true, the Mandate of Heaven is ethereal, credible or not, but it's just that the benevolent see the benevolent, and the wise see the wise." ”

Li Xiao has deep feelings about this.

For example, in the original book.

The Nine Dragons are shocking, and the wind and clouds will dive and swim. This is the mud bodhisattva's criticism of the second half of Xiongba's life, even if Xiongba deliberately wants to divide the two brothers of Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng, and let them kill each other, but in the end, he was still defeated by the perfect combination of Fengyun!

This is for the underworld, its own destiny.

And the mud bodhisattva thought that he could break through the heavens, but in the end, he was eaten by the heavens, and his face was covered with red sores.

That's the hit variable.

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"What a benevolent man, a wise man sees! What is that god? Benevolence or wisdom? ”

"I'm just a bystander, traveling through life and seeing the world." Li Xiao touched his nose and smiled slightly.

"Wonderful beholder, wonderful, if this is the case, then I have a question in my heart, can the gods observe my heart, what is going on now?" The Sword Saint asked with interest.

"Fight again, nameless!" Li Xiaowei narrowed his eyes and said four words without hesitation.

Sword Saint Gujing Bubo's face was stunned.

Decades ago, after he fought with Nameless, he retired to the rivers and lakes after losing, and he was indifferent to the world, but he never stopped cultivating and comprehending the way of the sword.

Moreover, the Holy Spirit Sword Technique has been stuck in the realm of Sword Twenty-two for a long time, and it has not been able to break through, as if it has encountered a bottleneck and has been restrained. He now faintly needs a battle and contest of the same level, only by perfecting his sword intent and improving his cultivation in the battle can he break the shackles and complete the breakthrough!

And this person is naturally nameless.

Moreover, in that battle decades ago, the Sword Saint hated to lose, and he wanted to fight with Nameless even more, but he regretted it in his heart.

It's just the same common problem as the legendary master, when Nameless reached the peak realm, he even looked down on the fame and fortune of martial arts, and finally chose to go into hiding, his whereabouts seemed to be a mystery, and there was no news.

"Do you know where Nameless is?" The eyes of the Sword Saint were full of eagerness, and he wanted to know what the result was, and only by finding Nameless could he fulfill the long-cherished wish in his heart.

"That's the second question."

"This..."

"However, it doesn't hurt for me to tell you..."Immediately after, Li Xiao showed a meaningful smile and said lightly.

On the second day, a piece of news spread quickly. The world will be treacherous and go back on its word, and on the day of Dugu's birthday, he sent the head of Feiyun Hall to attack Bu Jingyun, but in the end, Bu Jingyun was hit hard and cut off an arm, and his whereabouts are now unknown.

At the same time, Wushuang City will also change hands, and Dugu's skills are about to break through, so he chose to retreat, and passed the position of city lord to his son Dugu Ming, and his uncle Sword Saint is as a protector to help guard Wushuang City and bless the safety of the party!

After settling all this, Li Xiao and the Sword Saint embarked on a journey together to find Nameless.

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Three days later, the capital.

People come and go, bustling and noisy.

Outside a restaurant, there are two figures, one on the left is wearing a cyan robe, with a young appearance, a majestic instrument, and a sword eyebrow. The other is an old man in his old age, although his momentum is still there, but his slightly dull old eyes are difficult to hide his weakness, as if he is about to rot wood.

The two of them stood on the street, looking at the words on the plaque on the restaurant, like a sword splitting an axe and chiseling, and the words exuded a chilling sword intent, which made people not underestimate, this restaurant is the "China Pavilion"!

...... (To be continued.) )