September 14, night.

Silkworm Altar.

Su Weiyun left Baiyun Temple alone, but came to the Heavenly Silkworm Altar.

According to Yin Xian's news, whether it is the swordsman on the legendary "Water Peak of Our Lady" or the great lama from the Tantric Sect of the Western Regions, they are all here tonight.

They want to go over for one person, and this person is Zhang Yingfeng of the Emei faction.

Zhang Yingfeng is one of the "Three Heroes and Four Shows" in the Emei faction, and he came to the capital to avenge his master - his master, Dugu Yihe, the head of the Emei faction, died under the sword of Ximen Fuxue.

But not long after he arrived in the capital, he directly turned into a corpse.

Later, his fellow disciple Yan Renying joined forces with the swordsman on the Water Peak of Our Lady and the Tantric Lama from the Western Regions, plotting to take Ximen Fuxue's life.

So of course Simon Blowing Snow will come here tonight.

It's not just Ximen Blowing Snow who comes here, but also Lu Xiaofeng.

Su Weiyun's time was very good, and when he came, Ximen Fuxue and Lu Xiaofeng had just finished killing people.

Blood fell drip by drop along the body of Ximen's blowing snow.

He's slowly blowing it off.

Simon Blowing Snow's face is by no means handsome, but unlike the handsomeness of other beautiful men, his handsomeness carries a kind of indifference, indifference that cannot be seen.

This indifference often also represents death!

The night was very heavy, the hall was dimly lit, and the ground was full of corpses, including the corpses of black-clothed swordsmen and tantric lamas, and the remnants of swords and golden rings were placed sideways on one side, as if to indicate that this place had just experienced a great war.

The entire hall was still filled with an indescribable stench, so Ximen Fuxue and Lu Xiaofeng were about to go out quickly.

Su Weiyun bumped into Ximen Blowing Snow head-on, and Ximen Blowing Snow's sword-like eyes.

His gaze was like an aurora shot from the distant North Pole, elusive, uncontrollable, mysterious, cold, dazzling.

Su Weiyun saw at a glance that it was him, and asked, "You are Ximen Blowing Snow?" ”

This was the first time he had seen Simon blowing snow.

Ximen Fuxue actually recognized him, and his face that had not changed for ten thousand years suddenly moved, and asked, "Are you Su Weiyun?" ”

Su Weiyun said: "I am." ”

Simon Fuxue said rarely: "Hello." ”

Su Weiyun said: "Hello." ”

Then came silence, almost stagnant.

Simon blew the snow and then prepared to leave.

Just as he walked past Su Weiyun's side, Su Weiyun suddenly spoke: "Your sword is flawed, just like a jade is flawed." ”

Simon Blowing Snow paused, and then said, "If I am in good condition, I will fight you!" ”

When he was learning swords, there were two swordsmen in the martial arts who were the most famous, one was Bai Yujing, the "immortal sword" at that time; The other one is Su Weiyun.

However, after the Immortal Sword was handed over to Su Weiyun, Bai Yujing's reputation gradually weakened.

- Who in the world who learns swords, who is not eager to fight Su Weiyun?

Su Weiyun said, "You are not my opponent. With your current state, even Ye Gucheng may not be able to win! ”

Simon blew snow and was silent.

Over the years, he had become accustomed to replacing his answer with his silence.

Su Weiyun said: "I have seen a person who is very similar to you. ”

Simon Fuxue asked, "Who?" ”

Su Weiyun said: "Di Qinglin, Di Xiaohou." ”

Simon Blowing Snow said: "He is similar to me?" ”

Su Weiyun said: "His sword is also sincere, although your personalities are different, and your swordsmanship is also very different, but it is not wrong to pay attention to the word 'sincerity'." ”

At the beginning, in order to make his swordsmanship absolutely "clean", Di Qinglin even did not hesitate to kill his biological father and teacher, and finally his swordsmanship could be completed.

If it weren't for Su Weiyun's "Dharma Divine Sword" to subdue demons, Di Qinglin would have grown up to this day, and I am afraid he would also be a rather formidable enemy.

Ximen blows snow and says: "My sword is still sincere." ”

Su Weiyun shook his head and said, "I can see it." You've got hesitation, you've got bonds, so your sword isn't as pure as it used to be. ”

Of course, Simon Blowing Snow can feel this too.

Since he learned the sword, he has not been defeated. Only when he faced off with Dugu Yihe, the head of the Emei faction, he felt the flaws in his swordsmanship.

But Dugu Yihe didn't kill him that time, but because his internal strength was consumed by others first, he died under his sword.

This is already a failure for Simon Blowing Snow.

But after that time, his swordsmanship became even more sophisticated, because he had faced a real master once, and he understood the shortcomings of his swordsmanship.

It was also from that time that he almost never used a superfluous second sword to kill.

However, after he took a wife, it was different; No one would have thought that Simon Fuxue would have a wife, not even himself!

There are even many masters, including Mu Daoren and Lu Xiaofeng, who believe that after he has a wife, his swordsmanship will definitely decline.

Because he is no longer the cold "Sword God" Ximen Blowing Snow before, but has become a living person.

- His man has changed, but the sword has not changed, and man and sword can no longer be one!

Once the sword god falls off the altar, the consequences are unimaginable.

Su Weiyun looked at him with a very kind gaze, as if the senior brother in the sect was looking at a proud junior, and said, "I came just to say something to you." ”

Ximen Fuxue seemed to have understood what Su Weiyun was going to say, and said coldly: "Why are you telling me?" ”

Su Weiyun said lightly: "Because I bet with others, I bet on you to win." ”

Simon Blowing Snow's face became even paler, as white as a ghost in hell.

Lu Xiaofeng was also very interested, and said: "If you want to discuss the mysteries in swordsmanship, I won't stay longer, I'll go for a walk somewhere else." ”

Naturally, he wouldn't go far, but he didn't have to hear the conversation between the two.

This kind of dialogue at the top of the sword path is something that others have to listen to with a dead face, but Lu Xiaofeng doesn't seem to care at all, and he doesn't care at all.

His figure slowly disappeared into the street.

Simon Fuxue finally said, "If you have anything to say, you can already say it." But if you want to persuade me to give up my wife, then you'd better go quickly! ”

The look in Su Weiyun's eyes suddenly became very complicated, with a deep sadness and sorrow, and said, "I will never persuade anyone to give up his wife. I know how difficult it is for a couple of lovers to come together! ”

Ximen Fuxue's face softened a lot, and asked, "Then what do you want to say?" ”

Su Weiyun's plain state of mind seemed to fluctuate a little, and finally said, "I'll only say two words." ”

"Everyone says that your wife is an invisible thread that holds your sword together, but it really depends on whether you think so or not."

Simon Fuxue's palm suddenly grasped the sword.

Is this posture, this strength, so gentle, the same as when he held his wife's hand?

Su Weiyun said again: "The sword is alive. When you think that your sword is not a merciless sword, people are sentient, how can a sword be merciless? If a man is ruthless, neither can the sword. If your heart is willing to change, your sword will come to life. ”

Ximen Fuxue suddenly let out a long sigh, and without saying a word, slowly walked out of the street.

At this moment, a cry suddenly sounded.

"Who are you?!"

This voice was rapid and short, it was actually Lu Xiaofeng's voice!

Then there was a loud gust of wind, the sound of "whirring", Su Weiyun swept up, and saw a gray-white figure wearing a mysterious grimace mask, flying by, it looked like a ghost.

Are there really ghosts in the world?

If this person is not a ghost, how can his body be so swift and ethereal?

Su Weiyun's speed was not slower than him, and he stopped in front of him in the blink of an eye, stretched out a palm, and gently lifted the grimace mask on his face.

The man also stretched out a hand, his hand was wearing a fitting glove made of heavenly silk, and he lightly touched Su Weiyun.

Su Weiyun only felt that the strength in this hand was thick and strong, and there was no trace, just when you wanted to catch it, it immediately melted like snow and disappeared in an instant.

Of course, Su Weiyun also changed his strength, and the two of them changed seven kinds of strength in a row in just one breath, all of which were mysterious and unpredictable, and they had almost reached the end.

Although the two of them only passed by a palm, the danger was tantamount to a peerless battle.

Bang.

There was a soft thud.

Su Weiyun's veins did not move, but the gray-white figure borrowed its strength, floating like a feather, and fled away.

"Hahahaha, Su Weiyun, if you kill my three elders, I will seriously injure Lu Xiaofeng, report it back, are you still satisfied?"

Su Weiyun had already heard who this voice was, it was the long-disappeared Jade Rakshasa!

He was about to set off to chase after him, but the voice of the Jade Rakshasa floated from afar, saying, "You'd better not chase me, otherwise Lu Xiaofeng may be hopeless!" ”

Su Weiyun hurriedly fell down the eaves, only to see that Lu Xiaofeng had been supported by the blowing snow at the West Gate.

He wasn't seriously injured, but there was a small blood mark on his hand, and the blood from the wound was a faint ice blue.

Lu Xiaofeng's face also became as pale as Ximen Blowing Snow.

He was poisoned.