I have a sword, which can cut three thousand prosperity.

In the air, the young man's body is like the wind, swooping down, between the flipping of the hilt of the wrist sword, the soft sword of autumn water is like a dragon soaring, constantly hooking up in the air.

Suddenly, the sword body in Mu Yi's hand gradually rose, gradually turning from the initial slight moon white to bright.

Seeing this, the young man with bruised sword marks on his face instantly contracted his pupils, and even the hair on his body exploded with the thinner and thinner air around him.

The "......" young man was shocked in his chest, but his mouth was silent.

In the wine shop, even if everyone said that the maniac surnamed Mu was not from the Jixia School Palace, it was a vague excuse, but the young man's sword moves were only mediocre, only in the shape of the strange shape, if they practiced diligently, they would be able to match it in less than three months.

Can ...... now

Although the sword moves in the arrogant young man's hand were almost the same as those of Fang Cai, the sword qi around him was very different!

Could it be that in the middle of the wine shop......

The young man was only terrified when he thought about it.

The middle-aged man holding the double knife in his hand was a little calmer than the children of the clan next to him, but he was just holding a pair of knives, and the cold sweat had soaked the hilt of the knife.

Among the three kingdoms of the Central Plains, Western Chu is famous for its heavy righteousness and many chivalrous warriors, but this one is only compared with the light military Dongyue and Southern Liang.

Moreover, in the territory of Chu State, most of the chivalrous people came from humble backgrounds, and martial arts were a means for them to make a name for themselves in the rivers and lakes, and they were also a furnace for themselves to be targeted by the public.

Therefore, only those who are determined and have painstakingly pursued the essence of martial arts all their lives, or who are well-known masters in martial arts in the rivers and lakes, are qualified to indulge in the world with swords.

Most of the rest of the knights are either downgraded for life, or they can't let go of wealth and glory or have a handle in the hands of people, and they have become eagles and dogs raised by the family.

The middle-aged double swordsman in front of him is obviously the latter.

The soft sword sword in Mu Yi's hand became more and more cold and cold, and between the purple lightning and blue light, I saw that the young man's wrist was flipped, and he had already regarded the two people under him as the center of the circle, and the sword qi wrapped it layer by layer, and the circle area was also shrinking smaller and smaller.

It was too late, the sword qi gathered so quickly, Mu Yi rose from the volley, to the sword dive, but in the blink of an eye.

The sword qi was like a thousand spider silks, tightly wrapping the prey, and then suddenly contracting.

"Ahhh!!h The young man only felt that his body had been pierced by thousands of silver needles, and he screamed incessantly.

The middle-aged double-sword swordsman ran in the sword qi with his sword in hand, trying to find a way to escape for the little master around him, but in vain.

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At the same time, inside the carriage.

Xi Jiangyue looked through the half-rolled curtain and saw that Mu Yi poured the internal force of his whole body into the sword body, and the soft sword in his hand was like a dragon looping and flipping, breaking through the air and leaving pieces of bright light, which was quite like a goddess scattering flowers.

It's a pity that Mu Yi is a man's body, even if he has an excellent understanding and his appreciation of sword moves and sword intent is beyond ordinary people, but these three thousand prosperous styles, dancing from his hands, still lack a little bit of artistic conception.

Xi Jiangyue used his fingers as a sword and repeated Mu Yi's movements.

The girl's eyes were cold and cold, and the corners of her sleeves slowly slipped down, revealing Sheng Xuehao's wrist and slender ten fingers, flipping and swimming in front of her.

The already born with a good face, the thin body moves slightly with the strength of the arm, and between the moon and the wind, it shows that Xijiangyue's movements are handsome and ethereal, and she does not lose the flexibility and agility of women.

Xu is Xijiangyue's heart was damaged in her early years and she was unable to practice martial arts, so she did not leave the slightest trace of the cold, hard and rough of the martial artist, and used her hand as a sword to use three thousand prosperous styles, saying that it was a sword dance, but it seemed to outsiders to be more like a sword dance.

"Cough, cough, cough ......" Xijiangyue's breath in his chest stagnated, and he only felt the sweetness in his throat.

A mouthful of blood spit out and fell onto the skirt of the water moon shallow gauze in front of him, leaving the red plum and proud snow.

Xi Jiangyue's eyebrows were frowned, and her eyes were slightly closed.

Compared with the painful failure of forcibly practicing sword moves several times before, this time, there was an imperceptible smile between her snow muscles and red lips.

"I see." There are some moves, no matter how high her understanding is, if she doesn't bow down, it is difficult to appreciate the profound mysteries.

Xi Jiangyue wiped away the bright red blood stains on her lips with a brocade handkerchief, and after taking the Heart Protection Pill that the old demon crane refined for her, she raised her hand and tapped the car wall on her side, and the originally smooth car wall instantly popped up a dark grid.

Xi Jiangyue took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from it and recorded what he had realized.

On the yellowed rice paper, the pen is free and easy, as if the next moment, the full handwriting in front of him can break free from the shackles of the thin paper under him and soar.

After doing all this, Xi Jiangyue noticed a little blood stain on the hem of her skirt, her clear eyes turned slightly, and Sheng Xue's skin showed even more eyebrows.

The girl burned a piece of sandalwood and put it in the white jade hollow incense burner, and then spread the bloodstained water moon tulle skirt lightly in front of her, and once again raised her sleeve and pen.

In the carriage, the cigarette curled, the girl's eyebrows frowned slightly, and the pen in her hand turned from thick to light.

But for a moment, a puddle of blood between the light gauze skirts, which was still particularly dazzling, was already perched on the vigorous branches of her pen in an instant.

Although it is the residual heat of August at the moment, just one glance makes the viewer feel as if they are in the realm of ice and snow in the cold winter, and enjoy the red plum blossoms.