The sword is in the sheath.

Although it was in the sheath, the edge of it had already made all the swordsmen present feel a chill like a thorn in the back, and several swordsmen who had been in the early stages of the rivers and lakes moved a little uncomfortably, or stretched out their hands to loosen their necklines.

Their sideburns were a little wet with sweat, and their eyes were still looking at the swordsman standing in the middle of the martial arts arena.

The swordsman was dressed in white, a girl in her early twenties, the best age, but there was a quiet coldness in the eyebrows under her eyes, and the palm of the sword was white and slender, pure white, and even the hairpin was white jade.

Except for the simple hairpin, the whole body is plain white, and there is no decoration.

She stood there, with a sword and a chill, like flying snow on the Heavenly Mountains.

There were already many young disciples who were secretly stunned, and the sound of steady footsteps sounded, and a middle-aged man stood in front of the woman, dressed in green clothes, his eyes were shining, his eyes were shining, his five long beards were long, and his bearing was as calm as a mountain, which made the people who came to watch the battle even more shocked.

Since the last year of the Dayuan year, after the battle of cutting the sky, the rivers and lakes have suffered heavy losses, and many sects have collapsed because of this, and there are once unknown warriors who have been able to become famous and establish a sect, Gongliang Shao has run rampant in several counties with double sword swordsmanship, creating a vein of Zishuang Peak, but in a few years, it has been a rare sword school on the rivers and lakes.

And Gongliang Shao also became a master of swordsmanship in the fifteen southern counties in one fell swoop.

I haven't done it myself for years.

Today, it was just a young woman who asked him to come out in person, and everyone secretly guessed in their hearts who this woman was and who could have such a big face.

Gong Liangshao held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the two disciples stepped forward, unsheathed the sword, and retreated respectfully.

In his left hand was a long sword of three feet and three inches, with a cold glow, while on his right hand was a short sword, but it was more than two feet and six inches, but the body of the sword was one finger wider than that of the long sword, and the whole body was red, as if holding a burning flame.

Gongliangshao's two swords were staggered, the swords sounded Qingyue, the blades of the two swords pointed to the ground, and said solemnly:

"A Thousand Hills Girl ......"

"Please advise."

The woman in white bowed slightly, her right hand was on the hilt of the sword, she was condensed for a few breaths, a sword roared, and a ball of sword light like snow was cut out.

A fight lasted for a stick of incense.

The woman is just a pure sword intent, the sword move is inferior to Gongliang Shao, dozens of combinations, it gradually fell into the disadvantage, Gongliang Shao was about to make a decisive move, the long sword in Qianshan Jin's hand suddenly roared, the chill on the sword sword intent skyrocketed, Gongliang Shao did not expect, the palm of the hand was instantly cut by the cold and bloody.

And this seems to be only the beginning of the sword intent, and then it will intensify, like half of the blizzard in the Tianshan Mountains.

Gong Liangshao was surprised in his heart, instinctively took two steps back, and took the initiative to withdraw the sword, and the woman also withdrew the sword move, and Ling Yansenhan's sword intent gradually disappeared and disappeared.

Gongliangshao's heart was slightly relieved, and the two swords flew into the sheath, and he arched his hand:

"The girl's sword intent is pure, and in the Tianshan lineage, there are only two people who can surpass the girl in sword intent along the way."

"How about you and I count it as a tie this time?"

Qianshan Jin was silent, nodded, put the sword back into its scabbard, and said:

"Thank you for the advice."

Gongliangshao smiled: "Don't dare." His gaze fell on the long sword in Qianshan Jin's hand, paused, and sighed: "I heard that the Qianshan Sword Saint died in the heavenly realm back then, and his sword was stained with the blood of the immortals, and it fell into the clouds. ”

"Is this the sword of the Juggernaut?"

Qianshan Jin just said, "He's not a Sword Saint. ”

Gongliang Shao shook his head with a smile and said, "There is still something I don't understand. ”

"What is the identity of the girl in the rivers and lakes? Why did you suddenly decide to visit this sect to learn swordsmanship? ”

Qianshan Jin raised the sword in his hand and said: "The swordsmanship of the master of the Gongliang Sect is very distinctive, if the son is still there, no matter where he is in the world, he will definitely find a way to come to you, I think, the son can't see it, at least use his sword to see it, it's not a pity." ”

"I see."

Gongliangshao nodded suddenly and said with a smile:

"Then, the girl is still satisfied with Gongliang's swordsmanship."

Qianshan Jin replied:

"Yin and yang flow, harmony and wishfulness, is first-class swordsmanship."

A moment later, Gongliang Shao was under the mountain gate, watching the woman in white leave, and the disciple next to him stepped forward and said curiously:

"Master, you haven't done anything for many years, why are you making an exception for her?"

Gong Liangshao sighed and put the double sword on his waist, and said:

"I'm not competing with her, I'm trying to compete with that sword."

"The sword?"

The young man was stunned, suddenly realized what was in his words, his expression changed suddenly, and he said:

"Master, you mean that the sword has become a divine weapon?!"

"But, but it is rumored that Qianshan Si's saber is only the standard saber of the Tianshan Mountains, but it is better than the hundred refining weapons on the rivers and lakes, and it is not even a famous sword? How can I become a divine soldier? ”

Gong Liangshao looked at his trembling palms and sighed:

"With a mortal iron, he will fight all the swordsmen in the world, and then fall to the immortals in the sky."

"How can you not become a divine soldier?"

"It's a pity that it doesn't seem to have woken up yet."

He looked at Qianshan Jin, who could no longer see his back, and said regretfully:

"The legendary sword that kills the Heavenly Sword Immortal Martial God with a sword, I want to take a look."

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, thunder flashed in the depths of the clouds, the autumn sky became very fast, the sunny weather was still cloudless during the day, and it had become gloomy in the evening, Qianshan Jin looked up at the sky, hurried up, and finally found an abandoned Taoist temple as a place to settle before the rain.

The clouds in the sky pressed lower and lower.

Qianshan Jin made some dry grass and made a fire, accompanied by a roar, the rain outside fell on the ground in big drops, and a smell of earth was filled with the sound of rain falling, Qianshan Jin put his sword aside, quietly roasted the fire, looked at the fire, and suddenly laughed:

"With such heavy rain, if you are not careful, your clothes will be soiled, and if it were in the past, Childe would definitely be angry again."

"Who told him to always wear white?"

The laughter was cut off in the middle of the time, but it became more and more deadly, Qian Shanjin looked at the fire, her eyes were blank, and finally she hugged her knees with her arms, hugged them together, and put her head on her knees, quietly listening to the sound of rain falling, and the crackling sound of firewood burning.

If it was the old days, you could snatch clothes from Childe and wrap your body.

You can also ask Childe to get some food and come back to roast and eat.

She closed her eyes, thinking that when she first met, in the largest and most beautiful building on the long street, her father pulled herself, groveled to the woman with heavy makeup, and kept pushing her shoulders to make her talk more, she felt like she had dreamed in a dream that she had fallen into a cliff.

Childe always said that at that time, her shoulders shook like a leaf in the wind.

She couldn't forget that day, the swordsman in white actually took the sword in his hand and took her away.

That's a swordsman's sword.

For the first time in her life, she knew that she was not just a burden to her family. It wasn't that she had to sacrifice everything she had for her brother, for the first time in her life, she knew that someone could easily hand over the sword that she regarded as a swordsman for her sake.

At that time, the swordsman in white did not hesitate to take her hand and walked out, she stumbled behind, looked at Childe's back, and felt that if she followed Childe all her life, the gods and Buddhas would also take care of her.

She said that she didn't like her current name, and Childe said that it would be better to have the surname Qianshan with him, and then she laughed to herself.

He said Qianshan Si, Qianshan Jin, now it is more like relying on each other, very good, very good, but she later learned that Jin means beautiful jade, and Qianshan Jin means beautiful jade, it turns out that Childe will also secretly play these games between the lines.

But later, she learned that Qianshan Si would inevitably step on the Qianshan Sword Gate, and Qianshan would die.

Qianshan Jin curled up on the dry grass and gradually fell asleep.

The sword was placed next to her, and she used to walk carefully in the rivers and lakes, but after having Childe's sword, she felt much more at ease when she slept at night, and she didn't encounter any danger, as if as long as the sword was there, Childe was still there.

After falling asleep, the look on her face was not as indifferent as that of the indifferent girl over the years, there were tears in the corners of her eyes, and she murmured unconsciously:

"Childe ......"

The long sword moved slightly, and the sword body gave birth to a spiritual rhyme, condensed next to the woman, and finally turned into a young man in white, he stretched out his hand to tidy up Qianshan Jin's clothes, but his palm only passed through Qianshan Jin, like an illusory reflection.

The young man paused, silent for a long time.

Qianshan Jin murmured: "Childe ......"

In the late autumn rain, the young man leaned back against the stone platform under the Sanqing seat, and stretched out his hand to stroke the woman's hair a little.

He looked at the boundless rainy night and replied softly:

"The ...... in"

PS: Well, the new book is about ...... Let's send it around the 10th......