Chapter 1: Wedges

Life in the world is nothing more than the pursuit of power, money and fame.

If you have a sword, you will have everything.

The way of the sword is unified, but the moves are ever-changing, and due to the different hearts and qi, there are countless large and small sects, and the capable ones are in the forefront.

The so-called Tao is made with a bloody sword.

They fought for glory, and sword competitions were commonplace.

Only one person will live, and the one lying in a pool of blood at a certain intersection will have his hands and feet broken, and even his head will be lost.

Pedestrians don't see a corpse, but a dead rat fished up from a stinking ditch, and naturally someone throws it back into the ditch.

Kill, kill, kill.

No one is grateful for your kindness, and the blade of the sword is placed on his neck.

If you step on the corpses of countless sword-wielding people and become a king, the world will respect you and have to respect you.

This is the way of the swordsman defined by the "majority", the cruel and ruthless law of survival.

A few people say: The sword is cold, but only the human heart, and the human heart is warm.

Have you heard such stories......

Chapter 2: Duel

South City, City Gate.

The fiery red sun seemed to be thin near the ground, turning the world into a steamer, but at this time, there were many people gathered here.

A butcher rubbed his bloodstained hand on his body, and then squeezed his head in, causing others to scold again and again, and he also happened to meet a regular customer who bought meat.

"What's the big deal?"

"Sword match."

"Who?"

"Li Chengfeng and the nameless."

The butcher finally squeezed to the front, raised his hand to his forehead, and saw two people standing on the high wall.

A person faces the sun, the contour of his face is like a dangerous and cold mountain, and like a sparkling and beautiful river, and his hair floats lightly in the sun.

The other stood with his back to the sun, his face gloomy and his eyes bloodshot.

They both had swords in their arms.

At this time, the atmosphere was as hot as the weather, and the beads of sweat on everyone's foreheads, beads of sweat rolled down their cheekbones and rolled down to the steaming ground, and they made a stinging sound, as if they were watching the stars in Vientiane, both excited and afraid.

People of all stripes.

The young woman who dances with her waist crossed, the porter who carries the burden on her shoulders, the high-spirited scholar who holds a fan in her hand, and the swordsman from all over the world, of course, the Qinglou woman with a rouge thrush is indispensable.

The two people competing with swords on the high wall seemed to be carved in stone, and they kept moving in one motion, and time seemed to stand still because of this, which tensed the nerves of the onlookers even more.

In front of a stele shop, the stonemason wiped his sweat with a dirty cloth and asked the shopkeeper whose name should be engraved on the tombstone, and the boss only said one word: "wind"

The stonemason was amazed, but had no choice but to do so.

But at this moment, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves, and the groom parked the carriage firmly on the side of the road, and a woman lifted the curtain.

This person was born in a big faction in the rivers and lakes, and the daughter of Dice Lonely, Dice Lingyun.

The appearance is as beautiful as a fairy, and the country is captivating.

She helped the car down and looked closer, and at the same time, a strange and strange fragrance wafted through the air, and the eyes of the crowd were all attracted to her.

"How long are you going to hide!" The dice spirit shouted at the wall.

Between the wind and the wind, Li Chengfeng was quite touched in his heart, but he was still expressionless.

On the contrary, the sic spirit was sad and slightly lost, but he bit his lip, and after a while, he shouted at the wall again: "My father is going to marry me to someone else." ”

After saying that, she immediately rode away.

Li Chengfeng is known as a black and white swordsman, a lonely swordsman career, hanging from each other, walking on thin ice every day.

Born for the sword, born for the sword.

Everyone was amazed, Li Chengfeng fought all the way to the strongest, he took over hatred with many sects, and the opponent was one of the challengers and one of the avengers.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, so they naturally have to put aside the love of their children, if it is because of their affection, there will not be too much blood under his sword.

Perhaps, love will only become a burden, a weakness that is easy to be grasped.

The sword field and the love field do not coexist, if the invincible ability can protect the woman he loves, he will not want to love, at least he will not let her be implicated.

And now he has moved his affection, and today's battle is also for her.

Kill all the damned people?

Now he doesn't think so.

Perhaps, he is the damned one.

……

It is not difficult to find that under the willow tree directly opposite the city gate, there is a person standing staring at this side for a long time.

This person has a scar on his face, it is Luo Feng, the head of the Broken Army Sect, and there is already a group of disciples holding swords in their hands behind him, and the sword has been unsheathed.

Luo Feng clasped his hands and said coldly: "It's cold in high places!" ”

"You are my last enemy, and my last duel with you." The man of revenge is also a nameless person, as he spoke, he glanced back at Luo Feng in the distance, and then lightly clasped the hilt of the sword with his fingers.

"Perhaps." Li Chengfeng said coldly, but before the words fell, Nameless suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist, and the sword light flashed, and he rushed over directly.

The man's steps were steady and powerful, and the roof tiles did not move at all, not even the slightest sound.

Seeing that Li Chengfeng did not move at all, the people in the audience were frightened and stunned, screaming and shouting, their eyes were very tight, for fear of missing any details.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and this time the tiles were shattered.

Nameless slammed the wall to the ground.

The crowd was in an uproar.

The strange thing is that Nameless's chest is actually his own sword, and no one can see Li Chengfeng's action clearly, the sword is still unsheathed, and it seems that it has not been moved, and the nameless committed suicide.

Nameless challenges the strong swordsman all the way, and those who practice martial arts can see that he is definitely a master, and his swordsmanship is extremely profound, and it can be said that he is already above ten thousand people under one person.

But in front of Li Chengfeng, this revenge was still lost without suspense.

"Losing is certain, losing is arrogant, overconfident, but I never thought it was just a sword." Luo Feng was a little stunned, but he also blocked his subordinates who wanted to rush forward.

At this time, he had an idea, took out a book from his arms, shook it gently, and simply said one word "withdraw".

Li Chengfeng finally moved, and just gently picked up the letter.

……

The stonemason had already carved the inscription, complaining that the boss was not accurate, afraid that he had carved the wrong person's name, but the boss smiled: "Ho, the nameless person is not worthy of carving a tombstone, if he dies, he will die, believe me, this tombstone is of great use." ”

Chapter 3: Go to the meeting alone

In the evening, black clouds overwhelmed the city, and heavy rain was coming.

Drunk and secluded building, upstairs singing and dancing, downstairs ambush thousands of people.

"Do you know that Nameless is going to die, and let him go?" A fat-headed and big-eared man hugged left and right and said to Luo Feng.

"Sooner or later, those who practice swords will have to die under other people's swords, sooner or later, he is relatively lucky, he died twice."