In the third year of Daqin Dayuan, the 21st day of the 11th month of the lunar calendar.

Tianjianmen Honghui broke through the sky with a sword, with the body of the six grades, down the gram, killing the five rank martial artist one, the six-grade martial artist seven, the center of the Tianjian Gate radius of more than 500 miles, the junction of the two counties, the enemy is eliminated, the strong enemy is not there, many sects are falling apart, it is difficult to maintain, and there is no longer a situation of contention.

The rivers and lakes here are almost hit hard by one man and one sword.

There was an uproar.

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Where the Tianjian Gate is located, one of the four branches is called Yunxiao Peak, there is an ancient pavilion on the top of the peak, the terrain is quite steep, the wind sweeps around, and ordinary people are not allowed to go up.

According to legend, seventy years ago, the heavenly sword left, originally just a treacherous peak, spring to autumn, can not see the slightest bit of greenery, only ugly and stubborn stones, but also the original vast scenery to cover.

When the swordsman who was fashionable and young did not like it, after getting drunk, he drew his sword and got up, staggered up the mountain at night, first cut off the lonely peak with a sword, and then shhed into a cloud, and turned the peak into powder, which no longer existed in the world, and then invited the craftsman to come up and build this pavilion.

It's hard to determine whether this story is true or not.

For 70 years, there have been many ups and downs in the rivers and lakes, and the older generation of people has long been scattered, is this pavilion true? Or is it fake?

Nobody cares.

Most people just think that they are from the Heavenly Sword Sect and put gold on their faces, but the scenery here is really magnificent.

The terrain is the highest, look up and see the vast sky, the head is the mountain undulating, like a dragon and snake meandering, between heaven and earth, an emptiness, the wind is whistling, all the sounds are silent, stepping on it, only I am independent, naturally give birth to the cold and lonely cold like an immortal.

The old man in white was outside the courtyard halfway up the mountain, raised his hand to drink a cup of tea, put down the teacup, raised his eyes to look at the faint young man in green shirt in the pavilion, and watched the latter still not move in the wind and was stunned.

Wang Anfeng stood in the pavilion, the wind in the sky blew towards him from four directions, his clothes flew up, but the whole person was as steady as the old pine, not moving at all, with pine hairpins tied with black hair, his eyes were calm, just looking at this magnificent celestial style.

In his hands, a sword was held.

The iron sword, the scabbard was just two pieces of wood nailed together, plainly pitiful.

But this sword was also immovable in the wind.

Dingding looked at the scenery outside the mountain and didn't know how long it had been, Wang Anfeng's eyes were slightly bright, and the whole person seemed to come alive from the statue, and raised the long sword with his right hand, and the blade pointed directly at the swept Gangfeng.

At this time, the wind was extremely violent, needless to say that this kind of rudimentary weapon was almost a piece of iron, even if it was really a first-class sword, in this kind of fierce wind, it would tremble and even bend, but this sword did not make a sound, like a silent stubborn stone, cutting through all the oncoming winds.

Wang Anfeng's eyes were slightly constricted, and there was a hidden divine light in his eyes.

In my mind, what I saw yesterday, the magnificent sword kept playing back.

The power of that sword was not the strongest sword he had ever seen, once in the Qingfeng solution, the Great Elder used his fingers as a sword, and with one move, he broke through the three thousand miles of sky and clouds, shocking the world, ranking among the top ten masters in the world.

It is difficult for a master of that level to distinguish between up and down.

Mood, state, fighting spirit......

The outcome of the battle will change due to various factors, each of them is a wonderful person in this era, and each of them is a peerless elegance, where can it be so easy to distinguish the top and bottom, the so-called seventh Qingfeng Xie Great Elder in the world is actually a first-class martial artist in the entire world.

But in Wang Anfeng's opinion at this time, Honghui's last sword that burned itself out can be called a difference in power compared to it, but in terms of intention, it is no different.

And it wasn't until he saw that sword that Wang Anfeng understood that the reward that Honghui said earlier for protecting Hong Feibai and others was to see this sword up close.

See the most scorching moment of a swordsman's life.

Personally feel that sword intent, that sword heart, this kind of opportunity, for any swordsman who practices swordsmanship, and even for any martial artist, this is a rare opportunity.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, his eyes closed, the sword did not tremble in the wind, it was still like a silent and hard stone, scattering the wind.

The old man on the mountainside looked distracted, and it took a long time to retract his gaze, and instead fell in another direction, which was the martial arts arena of Yunxiao Mountain, and the sharp sword light flashed, even if it was far away, it could still make people feel the stinging pain.

On the martial arts field, Hong Feibai held the broken sword in his hand, and the set of cloud swordsmanship in his hand was still the same, when the silver light flashed, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and it was already ten percent powerful, which made the rest of the disciples envious, but he never seemed to be satisfied, and he never stopped.

With the practice again and again, the move gradually deformed, but everyone could see that the gradually deformed sword technique was still the same set of cloud sword techniques.

The clouds move without a trace, and life and death are invisible.

The young man's raised black hair was already gray.

It's more dazzling than the sword light.

The old man withdrew his gaze and sighed.

Three days after the Tianjian Gate Honghui was dismissed, the Tiger Sword Sect moved as a whole and left the original gate.

After Yue Daomen, all the two fist factions left, and the original sect power did not exist in ten, so some people in the rivers and lakes with high martial arts appeared near the Tianjian Gate, and it seemed that there was a plan to open a faction to accept disciples, but no one dared to be disrespectful to the Heavenly Sword.

In the box of the restaurant in the city.

A rough man drank heavily, and across from him was an elegant man with a long sword, with a handsome face, but unfortunately there was a scar on his cheek, which ruined the whole temperament and made him look much more fierce.

If it was a martial artist who was active in the southern part of Fufeng, he would be able to recognize this middle-aged man and the slender and sharp long sword in his hand.

With this sharp sword and an extremely ghostly and unpredictable chain of fast swords, Cen Penghai's name has become quite loud in the southern part of Fufeng.

The rough man drank a jar of spirits and placed the empty jar on the table.

His eyebrows furrowed, he looked at his brother, and said in a rough voice:

"Big brother, you want to open the mountain gate, why do you have to come over to meet the Heavenly Sword Gate?"

"I lost my identity in vain!"

Cen Penghai raised his eyebrows, two points funny, and said:

"Oh? How do you say that? ”

The rough man borrowed the strength of the wine, with a big tongue, and said:

"What else is there to say......"

"There are only four third-grade masters left in the Sword Sect, and there is an old man who doesn't have a few years to live, big brother, you are strong in martial arts, why are you so respectful to him? On the contrary, he lost face and made friends laugh at him. ”

"Besides, with such a large realm, the Heavenly Sword Sect is a little master, if you hold all the territory in your hands, don't worry, don't worry about the rest of the martial artists around, will the sect see the benefits? The group attacked it, and the Heavenly Sword Gate couldn't stop it......"

Cen Penghai, who had been just listening with a faint smile, retracted his smile, was silent, sighed leisurely, and said:

"They weren't sure."

The man who spoke earlier was already a little drunk, and asked rhetorically:

"What, not sure?"

"I just don't know."

Cen Penghai opened his mouth, was silent, and said:

"Who knows, will there be a third Heavenly Sword in the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

"There are four kendo masters of the same generation as Honghui, and there is also one swordsman of the fifth grade."

"No one below the grandmaster is sure that he can eat that sword......"

When Honghui slashed out that sword, they were visiting friends nearby, recalling the Chongxiao sword qi they saw at that time, and thinking about its swordsman demeanor, Cen Penghai only felt trembling in his heart, and almost had the urge to restrain himself.

But after this impulse, a strong frustration arose.

Frustration as a swordsman.

The companion was already drunk, but Cen Penghai continued to speak, not to explain, but the depressed breath was in his throat, not vomiting or unhappy, drinking three glasses of wine in a row, and muttering:

"Honghui's sword, the people killed are not only martial artists, but also infinite hearts, as well as the ubiquitous coveting in the rivers and lakes, after seeing that sword qi soaring into the sky, as long as Honghui's swordsmen of the same generation have not died, no one will dare to attack the heavenly sword easily."

"It's true, it's enough to prolong the life of the Heavenly Sword Sect for ten years."

"And if someone in the next generation can grow up and practice with this spirit, the Heavenly Sword Sect should have three hundred years of prosperity......"

He looked out the window in a daze, at the vast sky.

The big man next to him was already drunk on the table, snoring.

On the first day of December, Tianjian Honghui was buried.

On the martial arts field, Hong Feibai once again collected his sword.

The swordsmanship in his hand is no longer what it used to be.

Looking at this familiar scenery and being silent for a long time, he walked towards the main hall and walked towards Buyunmeng.

On the top of Yunxiao Mountain, Wang Anfeng, who had been standing in this pavilion for several days, finally had a new move, but it was not a sword.

He raised his eyes to look at the magnificence of the sky and the earth, sighed, turned around and brushed his sleeves away, and before leaving, he swept the iron sword in his hand and plunged it into the bluestone of this pavilion.

The sword remained unmoved.

After Wang Anfeng left, the old man who had been staying halfway up the mountain swept up the mountain, and the wind had no effect on it, falling on the pavilion, looking at the iron sword that was stuck upside down on the ground in a daze, and after a while, he suddenly raised his hand to caress it.

The sword roared.

The old man subconsciously withdrew his palm, looked at the bloodshot on his fingers, thought of the Hongfei White Dancing Sword he had seen over the years, and whispered in a daze:

"One withers and gets its artistic conception, and the other moves and gets its tricks."

"Take it and throw it away......"

Wang Anfeng originally came to track the traces of the master of the White Tiger Hall, but the incense master of the White Tiger Hall had already died under Honghui's sword, and the clues were interrupted from then on.

At this time, Honghui had been buried, and he had no reason to stay here, so he went to visit the master of the Heavenly Sword Gate, and when he left the Heavenly Sword Gate, he saw Hong Feibai who had not been found before on the way down the mountain.

The young man's temples were already a little white, but his temperament was getting thicker and thicker, and he carried two swords behind his back, one broad and simple, the other slender, and a broken sword pinned to his waist.

The broad sword is called the Heavenly Dragon Bone, which Honghui used when he was a teenager, and the slender long sword is just the standard sword of the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned and said:

"Feibai, you are ......"

His gaze caught the blue package that the young man was carrying.

Hong Feibai noticed his gaze, his expression was calm, and he said:

"I want to go to the rivers and lakes outside Fufeng, to see the scenery everywhere, to see different sword ......"

"And come back."

Wang Anfeng looked at the young man, nodded slowly, and said:

"That's really good......"

Hong Feibai nodded, the two of them immediately fell silent, went down the mountain together, and walked together until the foot of the mountain, on the battlefield where several middle and third grade masters fought fiercely and became unrecognizable, Hong Feibai stood still, pursed his lips, turned to look at Wang Anfeng, slowly raised his hand and clenched his fist, and said:

"So, Brother Wang."

"You and I, goodbye to the rivers and lakes......"

Wang Anfeng looked at this young swordsman with pale temples and three swords, raised his hand and returned the salute, and said:

"Goodbye."

"Farewell, then."

"Farewell ......"

PS: Today's second update is presented......

Well, it's a little late today, and I'll thank you tomorrow for the previous reward...... Then tomorrow it will be back to normal update times......