Wrong!

We were all wrong!

It's not pretentious, it's that people's compulsion is too high.

Listen, listen!

From ancient times to the present, when have people competing in martial arts ever had such an opening remark as Ximen blowing snow.

After today, no matter how much Simon Blowing Snow wins or loses, Simon Blowing Snow will be famous all over the world.

The opening remarks of those who competed in martial arts that they had seen before, whether it was an ordinary battle of warriors or a decisive battle of a great grandmaster, they were either fighting for the sake of past enmity and hatred, or for the decisive battle of the country and the nation.

However, under Simon's words of blowing snow, they all became pale and weak.

"This sword is a sharp weapon in the world, the blade of the sword is three feet seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and thirteen taels."

There are no flowery words, no pompous embellishments, only the most straightforward words.

However, it was these short words that made people feel the oncoming sword qi and the will to be sincere to the sword.

A swordsman clearly remembers the length of his sword, remembers the weight of the sword, not deliberately, it is natural, such a swordsman can feel the mentality of a top swordsman even if he does not fight him.

The sword in his hand is not a weapon, it is a part of his body.

Just like his hands and legs, he knows the length of the sword, and he knows the weight of the sword.

"Write it down, this sentence must be written down."

"I and Wu Sansi, the deputy leader of the Yellow River Gang, will fight for ten days, and I must use this sentence."

"It's a pity, it's a pity, when the sect was competing in martial arts, if I knew this, it would definitely attract the attention of the head and elders, maybe I would be focused on cultivating now."

"Competition, who is competing with me?"

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The onlookers were immersed in the artistic conception of these short words, as if they had just said those words.

"When I get back, I must secretly measure the length and weight of my weapon."

All the martial arts people were very active in their minds, and they were all imagining the scene, when they would say this similar sentence.

"This gun is a sharp weapon in the world, the gun is seven feet three inches long, and the net weight is nineteen pounds and eight taels."

"This knife is a sharp weapon in the world, with a blade of four feet and one inch, and a net weight of nine catties and three taels."

"This whip is an artifact in the world, the whip is one zhang eight long, and the net weight is twenty-two catties and five taels."

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All the onlookers fell into a beautiful fantasy, but Shi Feixuan fell into a little entanglement.

She is in a dilemma, whether she will answer or not.

Simon Blowing Snow opened his mouth with such forceful words, which completely crushed her in momentum.

However, remembering Ximen's words before, Concubine Xuan quickly abandoned these thoughts and said slowly, "Good sword." ”

She really didn't have anything else to say.

Simon Blowing Snow has a good sword in her hand, and the sword in her hand is also a good sword.

"A good sword indeed."

Ximen blows snow back.

"Buzz~" "Buzz~"

The next moment, two sharp swords were unsheathed.

Ximen Blowing Snow's sword momentum is very slow, maybe his speed is not as good as that of an Innate Realm martial artist.

However, the speed of the sword blade changes very quickly, because the sword move has not yet been used, and the sword move has changed, and it can change as you like.

In the eyes of others, Ximen's move of blowing snow may be unremarkable, but it is extremely dignified in Shifei Xuan.

She found this swordsman to be as strange as the swordsman he had fought last time.

Their moves seem to be very simple, but only by fighting them can you know the horror of their swordsmanship.

Their sword is one with man, and it is the sword of the heart.

Although it was only a few dozen steps away, Shi Feixuan saw that the sword in Ximen Fuxue's hand had changed more than thirty ways.

If she dodge, or fly into the air, as long as a flaw or gap is revealed, the next moment, the sword in Ximen Fuxue's palm may stab her chest.

Under the huge crisis, Concubine Xuan was unprecedentedly calm, and the realm of sword heart made her reach the best state, and her sword met it.

What Cihang Sword Codex? What Simon blows snow? What competition?

All she had learned in the past was a sword in her hand, something she had never felt before.

The swordsmanship is like a rainbow, like a flying fairy, ethereal and detached, stabbing straight out, but it seems to be overwhelming.

At this moment, Fan Qinghui and the doorman of Cihang Jingzhai couldn't bear it anymore and flew down from the pavilion.

They really didn't expect that this battle would be a battle to determine victory and defeat, and to decide life and death.

If it was before, they might not be worried about the safety of Concubine Xuan.

However, Yan Shisan, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, told them, whether it is a fairy or a disciple of Cihang Jingzhai, I will kill you, and besides, I will chase and kill.

Will Simon Blowing Snow keep his hands?

Will this kind of top-notch swordsman show mercy?

Because, they didn't feel any killing intent from Ximen Blowing Snow's body, but felt a trace of sacredness.

This sacredness is not a broad sacredness, nor is it a benevolent sacredness, but a sacredness for kendo.

In the eyes of this kind of person, there is no killing and being killed, only the way of the sword.

Ximen Fuxue has already immersed himself in the pursuit of swordsmanship, from his every move just now, all reveal the pursuit of beauty, sword, for him, is no longer a weapon as simple, for him, this is an art.

In the art of kendo, how can there be beauty and ugliness, and how can there be Cihang Jingzhai? How can there be a concubine?

"Hum~"

Originally, everyone thought that Ximen Fuxue and Shi Fei Xuan would slowly collide together, but when the swords and blades met, the two of them would divide the winner.

However, the next moment, Simon Blowing Snow disappeared.

The white clothes like snow, accompanied by the figure, seemed to disappear and disappeared.

No one could describe the sharpness and speed of that sword, both the man and the sword were gone.

At this moment, Ning Daoqi, Heavenly Dao Song Que and others, who were invited by Cihang Jingzhai, suddenly stood up, and their pupils shrank suddenly.

Who is this man? Simon blowing snow?

He's a swordsman? How could there be a swordsman of such a realm?

His man has become one with the sword, and his man is the sword, and as long as his man is there, all things in heaven and earth are his sword.

The sword flashed, and blood splattered!

The sword light shot like thunder, the long sword was retracted, and a string of blood flowers slipped from the blade.

The sword in Ximen Fuxue's hand pierced the right rib of Shi Concubine Xuan, but did not kill her.

The beads of blood gently drew a beautiful arc in the air, falling to the ground, seeping into the dirt, and in the blink of an eye, only a faint trace remained. The sword was still as bright as snow, reflecting a pale face, but the expression was no longer lonely.

His heart is hot, and so is his sword.

"Bell!"

This is the crisp sound of the sword hitting the ground, and there is no sword in the hand of the concubine.

Simon Blowing Snow is not a person who despises life, there are too many people in this world who are worthy of him to draw his sword, and he is very happy.

Standing upright, white as snow, but the sword beside his waist was black, a black sheath long sword in the form of a strange form, Ximen Fuxue turned around and walked away, the air was silent, when his figure disappeared in front of everyone.

Everyone came back to their senses, this is a swordsman?

This is the God of Blades!

"Hahaha·······"

A hearty and excited laugh broke the silence of the square.

Soon, soon, he will have an opponent.

He, Ximen Blowing Snow, when he became the Great Grandmaster, was when the two fought.

"If only he were a swordsman."

Heavenly Sword Song Que sighed lightly in his heart, feeling a trace of regret, but there was still a thick smile on his face.

Swordsman enough!

Three years? A year? Maybe half a year!

He'll have an opponent, an opponent he wants to win.

Before everyone could come back to their senses, a black-clothed figure appeared, as if it was the original position of Ximen Blowing Snow, the transformation of yin and yang, as if it appeared out of thin air, and it seemed to have been standing there.

Because he's too quiet.

Because he's too cold.

"I have a sword, I don't know if I can control it, don't blame me if you die."

Yan Shisan looked up at Fan Qinghui, his eyes were cold and calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

It's a sword that scares him, and a sword he doesn't know if he can control.

However, he must draw his sword.

For if he does not use the sword, he will surely be defeated.

Fan Qinghui, "······".

Spectators, "·······".

Who made the rumor before?

Is this a super perverted swordsman organization?

The previous Ximen Blowing Snow, and now Yan Shisan, they only have swords in their eyes, and they are real kendo masters.

Such people, not to mention the blood sacrifice of beauties, even if the beauties dance and pose to them, I am afraid they will not feel anything.

In their eyes, there are no men and women, and there are no beautiful and ugly women.

In their eyes, there is only the sword.

Should they be called the Sky Swordsman Organization?

No! They should be called a pretending organization, everyone will pretend, moreover, it is also a high-quality, high-level force, and, //15_15677/