Xue Wuxian's expression didn't change in the slightest, because his face had already turned into a whole piece of soul-destroying round steel, but his hand that drew his sword paused, obviously not satisfied with this kind of sharp sword. He glared sternly at the little yellow door beside him, so frightened that the little eunuch almost sat on the ground.

Xue Wuxian finally picked up the sword silently, leveled his arm, and pointed the tip of the sword at the forehead of the silver-robed young man, he didn't want to be as harsh as he was before, because he knew that the sword in his hand at this moment could still be burned into a red-hot clear stream in an instant, he was worried that he would offend these little yellow doors, and when he passed the sword to him later, it would be a mistake in life and death.

The thin and immature silver magic god watched Xue Wuxian's movements coldly, and with a finger of his hand, a fireball flew out of his fingertips, shooting out like a bullet. The half-foot-diameter fireball was like a high-explosive bomb, and it would explode when it hit the target, while Xue Wuji's metal body did not have the defensive power of tank armor.

Soul Slayer Round Steel is not depleted uranium armor Besides, even if the biochemical metal has Kevlar-like defense, the thickness is also hard, Xue Wuxian is not a T90 tank, his metalized body has the best chain mail defense in the world at most, anti-chopping, piercing, and shocking, but it can't be used as an explosion-proof suit, let alone an explosion-proof armor.

In the face of that fireball, he could only swing his sword and sweep, trying to use the frost sword qi to extinguish the fireball, but the problem was that at this moment, there was not even the last bit of frost aura left in his body, only a rust-like metal aura. As he swung his sword, the sword trembled through the air, forming a clean storm, the storm was completely transparent, but it was also very sharp, and the wind pressure generated by the tip of the sword cutting through the air screamed and broke through the burning surface of the fireball, and the fireball exploded before it could hit Xue Wuxian.

The moment the fireball exploded, the fire roared across the ground in a square foot, and the illusion of the dragon could be vaguely recognized as the flames rose. Obviously, these fireballs are the Wyvern Flame Cannon.

Xue Wuxian avoided the explosion with his dexterous skills, but the fireball in the mage's hand was not a grenade, but a machine gun bullet, and as soon as he dodged one, the silver dust fired ten towards his location, and these fireballs seemed to consume the cultivation of the silver dust at all.

Xue Wuxian was forced to be helpless, so he could only shoot his sword at the fireball rain that swept over, and as soon as he slashed out with one blow, a large piece of fine metal dust like mist flew out of his body.

The metal debris was like a petrified mist, and everywhere it passed, both the floor and the walls of the temple were covered with a layer of silver-white metal, and then, out of the silver-white metal wall, a metal wall grew, like a bunker.

The fireball exploded as it hit the metal wall, which visibly softened in the raging flames. The metal on the ground gradually turned into a pool of red-hot liquid.

In the crowd of onlookers, the wind and snow gradually raged, and it was obvious that the people who ate melons couldn't stand the scorching flames. They all retreated. The circle surrounding the two of them expanded rapidly, and the fireballs in Yinchen's hand, like endless hope, shot one after another endlessly.

Xue Wuxian was already a little clumsy, he really regretted it now, why couldn't he be like Sang Tianliang's waste, and offer the entire Divine Sword Sect except Wang Shenhai with both hands, in exchange for his physical body, instead of fusing this Lao Shizi's soul-destroying round steel. At this time, there was no soul qi in his body at all, so he couldn't summon any wind and snow, and he really had no way to deal with the single and deadly fireball attack of Silver Dust.

Seeing that the fire in front of the Tongshen Pavilion was getting stronger and stronger, many small yellow doors were crowded at the door with buckets and basins, intending to put out the fire, but no one dared to shout publicly: "Go water!" As if his conscience had found it, Yinchen suddenly stopped the fireball attack, and the blue lightning flashed in his hand, and a black mist quickly condensed above Xue Wuxian's head.

Xue Wuxian immediately raised his head, and the long sword in his hand immediately turned into a brass-colored "beam" and shot into the depths of the black cloud, but that black cloud seemed to be just a cloud, no matter how he stirred the long sword that had transformed into a rod, it couldn't disperse it. The cloud floated very innocently in the air, neither any toxin could corrode the brass rod into a crack in the slightest, nor did it seem that any cold air could form a little frost on the brass rod, it was just an ordinary cloud.

The brass long stick seemed to have Xue Wuji's inductive power attached to it, and he danced the stick to stir the clouds for a while, then put down his hand in confusion, and the long stick was shortened into a sharp long sword.

The long brass reflected the orange light of the fire, and shook violently, as if a clammy breeze floated above the flames. When the first drop of rain fell on Xue Wuji's shoulders made of round steel, the firelight dimmed.

The sunlight was also obscured, and the swirling black clouds did not cast a curse on the dark element, but only a large number of raindrops, which did not have a trace of toxin in them, just ordinary heavy rain. In the midst of the rain curtain, Xue Wuxian felt that his sword momentum seemed to go further, he decisively took out his sword, and at the same time as the narrow sword qi erupted, the wet and cold raindrops were wrapped in the cold metal aura, turning into semi-solid wind and snow, and the wind and snow condensed into linear ice edges or ice threads, like erupting spider webs towards the silver dust.

This is his strongest sword skill, Mengxue Cold Light Sword.

The sword technique was like a dream, sharp but almost weightless, so the speed of piercing out in the rain curtain that had frozen into wind and snow was like lightning. The sword light seemed to reach the front of his throat before the silver magic god could react, and the sword light as thin as spider silk seemed to be able to penetrate all the vital points of his body at any time.

There were already exclamations from the crowd, half for this amazing swordsmanship, and half for the silver boy's dying life. "It's a pity......" The exclamation had not yet landed, and the sword light as thin as spider silk had completely disappeared.

The longsword intersected with the longsword.

The longsword that completely blocked the sword light was more ordinary than the brass longsword, ordinary like a piece of cold iron polished into a blade, and then attached to a wooden handle very casually. The steel longsword that intercepted the brass longsword was so simple that it almost omitted the sword grid, and it didn't even look like a standard longsword left over from the Sixth Dynasty, but a bayonet machined into a long sword.

Another person appeared next to the silver boy, and now that there is no duel rule, it should be natural for this person to appear.

But the way he appeared was not taken for granted.

He seemed to fall from the sky, drill out of geography, emerge from another space, and transform from a dream, appearing in front of him in the way that caught Xue Wuxian off guard. At the same time that this person appeared, the long sword was already in his right hand, and there was no movement to draw the sword, but as soon as he raised his hand, he blocked Xue Wuji's long sword.

This person is dressed in white, with explosive black hair, a pair of sky-blue eyes, and a shocking momentum that has been admired by tens of millions of people.

The black cloud released by the silver-haired boy, which was originally used as thunder, was blown away by that earth-shattering momentum. This person, almost alone, is a mighty army.

His bravery made the silver-haired boy a little ashamed.

The momentum on his body made the onlookers inexplicably calm down.

And the sword in his hand can definitely make Xue Wuxian, who has been canonized as the number one master in the world, take a few steps back!

"You?!" The metallic tone became high and sharp.

"That's right, that's me. It's been a long time, Xue Da is in charge. The man's voice was very indifferent, so indifferent that there was not even a trace of coldness and anger, as indifferent as talking to a pet dog surrounded by his feet, and the indifference and relaxation like a high civilization looking at a primitive tribe made the metal man who was originally burning hatred and jealousy in his chest feel frustrated.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, the guy who was swept away. Main ...... But I miss you so much!"

Xue Wuxian said, inserting the long sword back into the sheath, this is the rule of swordsmen, especially between swordsmen who "know each other", the rules of martial arts or life and death fighting. Swordsman duel, the normal rules of the rivers and lakes should be counted from the drawing of the sword.

A black snakeskin scabbard appeared in the empty hand of the man in white, and he gently and casually inserted the long sword back, and then arched his hand towards Xue Wuxian with the sheathed sword in one hand.

The etiquette is thoughtful, but the look is quite perfunctory.

The man in white put down his hand and stared at Xue Wuxian, his pair of black and blue pupils reflected complex emotions, obviously his heart was not as disdainful of Xue Wuxian as his face showed.

"See me, why do you need to come to see me?" The cold voice of the man in white floated around, the black clouds receded, the sun once again sprinkled on the ground that had been extinguished by the torrential rain, the bright red molten iron condensed into lead-gray iron, and the blue stone pavement, the burnt black glowed with warm water.

"Yes, of course...... Clean up the portal!" Xue Wuxian metallic voice rolled with various chaotic and complex emotions that were difficult to parse, and when he said the last five words, his voice changed tone.

"Do you still have the face to say this? Think about it, judging from Master's last wishes, did you betray the court or did I betray the court?"

"You can't say that, ten thousand people, you must know that everything I am doing now is for the continuation of the sect of the Divine Sword Sect! Before you discuss good and evil there, it is best to use your brain to think about the survival of the sect! Even the Divine Sword Sect does not exist, is there still any meaning in good and evil!"

Xue Wuxian's question was straightforward, and there was even a bit of pathos in his tone. His words really made Wan Wan Xiang speechless, and the man in white, that is, the famous Wan Xiang, turned his face to look at Yin Chen, and looked at Yin Chen's chin exposed outside the hood and shook it disdainfully, as if he didn't bother to argue with this kind of person at all.

Ten thousand people thought that his eloquence was not bad, at least when he was a disciple, but now, he didn't know why he couldn't help but think about it from Xue Wuxian's position, and then he found that what he did was really not a thing.

He defected from the court, and did not raise the banner of the Divine Sword Gate again, but committed himself to others, became an elder of the sect, and gave away the name of the Divine Sword Sect.

This is the first crime.

Ten days ago, he made his own assertion and took out the foundation of the Shenjian Sect, the treasure book of the Zhenfang faction "Guanlan Sword Technique", and gave it to everyone in his new sect, and made this sword art holy book public, which is equivalent to denying the existence of the Shenjian Gate from the root, and the ancestors of the Shenjian Sect did not hesitate to use their lives to protect the inheritance of the door number, so they changed his surname, and became something in other people's sects, and even the head of the sect that the ancestors of the past generations could enjoy, since him, it has also been cut off.

This is Crime 2.

The first major faction of the righteous path was completely erased by him. It was a lot of anger at Xue Wuji's Divine Sword Sect, angry that they didn't dare to fight against the devil, didn't dare to fight against the invaders, were angry that they were shameless, they bullied men and women with official hats on their heads, openly abducted and trafficked people, slaughtered people with lofty ideals, and were especially angry that they were lackeys for Jianzhou slaves, and even helped them eliminate the national unity of the Southern Empire and the culture of the Central Plains! These anger urged him to make a particularly "irrational" The thing is to take out the treasure of his own town faction and study and study it with his comrades-in-arms.

Thousands of people know that his master is a person who has a very serious view of the door, and the other sects of the Anti-Righteous Path are not any lighter than the Anti-Demon Dao.

Ten thousand people know that there are many wishes of the master, but in the end, there is only one wish, even the wish of the ancestors of the Divine Sword Sect.

The sword, the ultimate.

All of them knew that there could never be an ultimate in swordsmanship, and that the ultimate sword would always be surpassed by a higher and deeper ultimate sword. Their lives and ideals are actually to explore a higher and deeper sword technique, or to put it bluntly, to explore a higher and deeper technique, and to defeat the enemy with a sword and kill demons with a dignified and upright technique as the only meaning of existence, without this meaning, they are neither swordsmen nor righteous paths, nothing.

Wan Wan remembered the "secret mantra" that Master gave him when he was dying, and said that this "secret mantra" could help him defeat all evil, correct himself, and cultivate a heroic righteousness, but this mantra is just a creed and a motto for all people. Millions of times, he faced invincible enemies, faced with the desperate situation of death, faced with the horror of the collapse of faith, and faced the danger of sectarian splitting, he relied on this "secret spell" to survive, this so-called secret curse, in fact, is the right way, a swordsman should live in this world.

"As a swordsman, help the good to eliminate the evil, as a gentleman, devote yourself to self-cultivation, for the way of the sword, keep improving, the way of being a person, just and upright. Ten thousand people silently recited in their hearts, and said: "I remember Master's last wish, that is, the swordsmanship of the Divine Sword Sect can go further. ”

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