On the top of the mountain, a young man and a middle-aged man, they kept staring at each other, they didn't move, they didn't dare to move.

The boy is Ye Xiao, he is a genius, a genius among geniuses, an undoubted genius, the aura on him is innumerable, the heavens and martial arts are famous, the son of destiny in the mouth of others, and the swordsman who lives for the sword....

There are really too many, it seems that Ye Xiao is here for this world, and this world also exists for him to build a stage.

In comparison, the middle-aged man is just a mortal, a mortal among mortals, he has very few, and today's sword fighting machine is also exchanged for his life. He didn't even have a name, only the code name of a sword slave.

Perhaps, the middle-aged man planned to do so, he planned to kill Ye Xiao today, and then become a new genius, and then choose a name for himself.

"What are you thinking?" At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly asked, he wanted to know what he would think in such a situation in the eyes of a genius.

Ye Xiao was surprised when he heard this, but in an instant, he replied with a smile: "I'm thinking, if you cut down with a sword, how can I not die." Then he asked, "What about you?"

"Are you also afraid of death? I heard that genius swordsmen are not afraid of death. The sword slave didn't answer, he asked another question.

"Of course I'm afraid! If I wasn't afraid of death, I would have died a long time ago. Ye Xiao replied.

"Hahaha....." As if hearing the most interesting answer, the sword slave slowly spoke: "I'm a little reluctant to kill you." ”

"Me too. Ye Xiao replied, and then smelled: "You haven't answered my question yet." ”

The sword slave listened, looked at the sword in his hand, and said, "I'm thinking, I killed you, what should I give it a name." ”

"It doesn't have a name?" Ye Xiao asked.

"Nope. The sword slave replied.

"Why don't you get one for it now?" Ye Xiao asked again.

"Why do you want to take it now?" the sword slave asked rhetorically.

"Because if you don't take it now, it may never have a name. Ye Xiao replied very kindly, and his voice was also very gentle, but when he heard it in the ears of others, it was cold, but it was the sound of killing.

The sword slave didn't reply, he looked at the sword without a name in his hand, three feet long, red overall, with a few notches on the sword edge, and even a little shabby, it had no name like himself, and it had no light.

"You're right, I should have given it a name. The sword slave smiled softly at Ye Xiao, he smiled very happily, it was a smile that really came out of his heart.

"Then what's its name?" Ye Xiao also smiled, he was also smiling happily, and he was also smiling from his heart.

"Mortal. The sword slave looked at the sword and said two words.

"Good name!" Ye Xiao heard it and praised it loudly, because this name was really a good name, compared to which the names of other swords looked tacky. After admiring, Ye Xiao lifted his long sword and continued: "My sword is called Mingfeng, and it is also a good name. ”

This self-selling boast is what he Ye Xiao can do cheekily, and then Ye Xiao asked again: "If you kill me, what are you going to do next?"

The sword slave pointed to the 'mortal' in his hand and said, "Kill his master." ”

"Kill yourself?" Ye Xiao asked, and then said, "Oh, I know, this sword has another owner." ”

"Yes!" replied the sword slave.

The sword slave knew that mortals were borrowed swords and did not belong to him, and only by killing Ye Xiao and then killing the person who gave the sword would mortals truly become immortals.

"You're wrong. At this time, Ye Xiao suddenly said.

"What's wrong?" the sword slave asked.

"It's called mortal, you took the name, you are its master, it has no other master. Ye Xiao said.

After saying this, the two of them suddenly fell into silence, and after a while, the sword slave raised the sword with a smile: "Mortal, the sword is three feet long and one minute, made of green iron, tempered by life, Fang is red, and on it, there are a total of ten moves." ”

"Mingfeng, the sword is three feet long and three and a half feet, nameless iron, I wave it all day long, and it is smoothed by the wind, and it is in the shape of a sword. Ye Xiao also raised the long sword in his hand and said slowly, and then continued: "It's a pity, I can only make three moves with you. ”

"Why?" asked softly, and the mortal in the sword slave's hand was already unsheathed.

Also out of the sheath is Ming Feng, with the two swords roaring at the same time, Ye Xiao said: "Because the three swords can't kill you, it's me who dies." ”

The words fell, the wind rose, Ye Xiao's figure flashed for a moment, the wind rose, the white clouds turned, and suddenly, the sky was white.

Looking at the sword flower of the Ming Wind, the sword slave was addicted for a while, his eyes widened, and with a wave of the mortal in his hand, he was slashed head-on.

A sword is not a knife, why can it be cut?

Yes As long as you hurt yourself first, you can cut it!

When a mortal is lifted, the first person to be greeted is the man with the sword, and then a drop of blood falls. Stained with the blood of his master, mortals are like a fire refining, and suddenly the blood is blooming, and he is slashed in anger!

"Hammer!" a long roar, and the two swords retreated.

Looking at the two of them, the arm of the sword slave's left hand was pierced with a bloody hole. And Ye Xiao, a sword mark was drawn on his entire chest.

In the first move, Ye Xiao failed.

"I see that you have used a lot of help, demon veins, and battle intent, why don't you use it. Looking at Ye Xiao, the sword slave asked.

"You're a swordsman. Ye smiled back.

"Huh?" the sword slave was puzzled.

"I'm also a swordsman. Ye Xiao replied again.

After saying the same words in a row, the sword slave suddenly understood, and he muttered to himself: "Swordsman?" and then looked directly at the sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "Mortal, in the future, I will only live for you." ”

As soon as these words came out, the mortal howled incessantly, and it was happy, happy for its master.

The original sword slave danced the sword for the sake of unwillingness, and now the sword slave dances the sword for the sake of the sword.

What kind of person can be called a genius swordsman?

Maybe the sword slave at this moment, he is also a genius.

The second sword, it is still Ye Xiao who comes out first, as soon as the sword comes out, there is an extreme light falling from the sky, and suddenly all the people around can't see clearly, this is extremely terrifying, the world only knows that it will not be clear in the dark, but it doesn't know that when the day reaches a certain limit, there is only one color left in this world, and the eyes will also be unable to see clearly.

"Break!" A deep shout, the sword slave raised the mortal horizontally, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand, the tip of the sword in the other, his eyes closed, and the center of his eyebrows turned into a sword. Then, the two swords merged, and with a volley in the air, the entire blind world was cut into a bloody hole.

In the second move, Ye Xiao was defeated again!

After this move, Ye Xiao's body was no longer straight, because there were only a few golden bones left in his body, otherwise he would have been cut in half.

"You're dying. The sword slave said softly.

"Perhaps, you will be the one who dies. Ye Xiao replied lightly, and then spit out a word: "Sword." ”