Love that doesn't love will never go bad, so we flirt, we are ambiguous, but never love each other.

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"I have three swords, one sword is named to guard the gods, one sword is the meaning of the circle, and the other sword is scattered. This sword is called Zero, and it is this sword that I see in the reflection of the mirror lake. ”

"I have a sword, and I have no name. ”

"I've read countless swords in the sword pool, and your nameless sword looks very ordinary. ”

"The sword can't decide a person, but a person can make the sword shine a different way. ”

Yu Xiu nodded and said, "Yes, the real swordsman is not determined by the sword to determine his swordsman career, but himself. Destiny is in the palm of your hand, but many people don't know how to grasp it. ”

"And what about you?" Ma San looked at him and said, "Where is your sword?"

Yu Xiu smiled faintly: "The sword is in the sheath." ”

"Then please unsheath. ”

"I've reached the last three realms, the gap between you and me is too big, if I get out of the sheath, I don't know how many swords you can catch me?"

"I'm willing to give it a try, even if I fail. ”

The clouds in the sky are like marshmallows.

Mirror Lake is still the same, even if the microwave floats does not affect its clear and clear mirror.

Ma San looked down at the lake, at the sky and the green mountains in the lake, and at what he couldn't see clearly, and then fell into a short thought.

When a breeze came from the lake, he finally drew his sword.

The sword that looked so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, and it was nameless.

Style, attacking words, it looks like a very bland trick, and there is no surprise at all.

The sword light approached Yu Xiu directly.

Yu Xiujian in the sheath.

Looking at this bland sword light, Yu Xiu didn't have the slightest carelessness, and with a snort, the sword flew away from the sheath and flew towards the sword light.

The sword light intersected, the surrounding air became dry, and the surface of the lake was finally no longer calm, and an old tree on the shore of the lake a hundred meters away from here was injured and broken by the overflowing sword qi, and it fell into the water with a thud, floating up and down.

The sword light disappeared, and the sword returned to calm.

Ma San clenched the shuriken, and the scattered sword flew into the sheath.

Yu Xiu was a little surprised and said, "Your sword is very interesting." ”

Ma San said: "My sword is too ordinary. ”

Yu Xiu shook his head and said: "It's not just ordinary and simple, your sword has gotten rid of cumbersome and useless moves, and retains the essence and mystery of swordsmanship, so it looks simple, even very plain, but it is by no means simple." ”

Ma San smiled lightly, and then looked at the sword on the other party's waist, in fact, the sword flew automatically when the fight just now, and Yu Xiu's hands were always behind him.

Looks handsome......

Yu Xiu saw Ma San thinking about something, but he didn't expect that he was thinking about some extremely joyful pictures in his mind at the moment.

"Are you ready?"

Ma San nodded.

"Take the three swords, you win. ”

Ma San nodded.

The third realm of junior high school fought against the third realm of the latter three realms, of course, this was a very unfair battle, so Tang Xiaoxiao left.

In the face of such an unfair competition, leaving is of course the best choice.

Ma San didn't want to give up, he had always been eager to defeat those guys in the sword test, such as: Tang Xiaoxiao, Zhu Xiaozhu, and that guy, he thought that he would fight in the final test, but he didn't expect a lonely mountain to suddenly appear.

He would never feel bad luck because of this, and he even felt that the blood flowing around him was faster and hotter than usual.

Fighting the strong is what he has always longed for.

Standing in front of him is Mr. Jianchi Yu Xiu, as a lonely mountain Wuyi, he is naturally qualified to play the word "strong".

He was going to take three swords.

He looked at the sword silently, waiting for it to fly out of its sheath.

The sword did not fly out of the sheath, and Yu Xiu did not have the handsome negative hand behind him as Ma San imagined.

Yu Xiu grabbed the hilt of the sword and gently pulled out the sword.

There are no shocking scenes, the wind is not moving, and the lake is calm.

Yu Xiu slashed a sword forward, giving birth to a sword light.

The sword light slowly swept across the surface of the lake, evaporating a thin layer of water vapor.

When this sword light approached Ma San's body, Ma San also drew out a sword light to connect with it.

These are two very bland sword lights.

There was still no movement on the surface of the lake, but somehow fish jumped out of the lake.

I don't know how long it took, the sword light dissipated, and it fell back into the sheath.

Ma San looked calmly ahead, not knowing what to say.

Sword in hand.

The young man's face was extremely pale, and he raised his sleeve to wipe the bright red between his lips.

This is a sword, called Shou God, guarding his mind, and his mind is the same, so as to obtain the essence.

Yu Xiu looked at the young man and said, "Do you want to continue?"

Ma San remembered something, there were clouds in the sky, and the green mountains were green mountains, but what was the thing that couldn't be seen clearly?

It didn't take long for Ma San's breath to finally calm down, but his mind had already been hit hard, so his voice trembled a little and said, "Go on!"

Rao is so, but when these two words come out of the boy's mouth, he seems extremely firm, and people can always feel his tenacious willpower.

So Yu Xiu pulled out his sword again and drew another sword.

Unlike before, the previous sword light can be described as bland, but when it comes to describing this second sword light, it is very inappropriate.

Because there is a layer of waves, a second layer of waves, a third layer of waves, and a fourth layer of waves in the lake......

A layer of water vapor clouds is generated on the surface of the lake.

Ma San took the sword, but failed to catch it.

And the man slammed into the water.

It was raining around the shore of Mirror Lake, but it was not real rain, but countless droplets of water that had been smashed were falling drop by drop.

A few feather-soaked birds in the old trees were shaking their bodies and making calls from time to time.

The rain is falling, the fish are falling.

Ma San got up and looked at the broken sword in his hand, feeling very sorry in his heart. It was a sword he had picked up in an old forest, and his name was unknown.

The other half of the sword sank to the bottom of the lake.

Drop by drop of blood in the lake, Ma San's left arm was pulled open with an extremely long knife wound, and the blood flowed non-stop.

The boy's face was as white as paper.

How to see that he lost.

This is the second sword, the name is round, gentle and harmonious, and the heart is unfettered.