The night breeze is bleak, and the moon is like water. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xiao Yu stood with his hands in his hands, facing the snow blowing at the west gate.

Feng Qingyang was defeated, and this old man was also quite straightforward, and there was no drama of annoyance and anger, and he was not very unconvinced and had no intention of fighting again, but just sighed and said:

"This battle, the old man served."

After speaking, he turned around and left, but his back was clearly a little bleak.

Suddenly, on the top of the purple gold, only the lonely figures of Xiao Yu and Ximen Fuxue stood opposite each other.

"Boom!"

The long sword pointed obliquely, and the sword was cold, reflecting the faint cold.

"That's why it's so troublesome." Although Xiao Yu didn't want to make a move, looking at this posture, if he turned around and left, Ximen Fuxue would definitely not show mercy to his subordinates, and he would definitely cut it with a sword.

Even if it was him, he didn't dare to face the sword god with his back, otherwise he wouldn't know how to die.

Up to now, the friends are as festive as the New Year, and all kinds of barrages are flying all over the sky-

"Enjoyable, cool! Watching three big battles in one night, I can't stop at all! ”

"Melon seeds and peanuts are ready, sit and watch the anchor turn on the pretending mode."

"I knew the anchor wouldn't be willing to be relegated to the background!"

"If you don't accept life and death, just do it! always felt that Simon was too forced to blow the snow, and he was really unhappy, so he begged the anchor to teach him how to behave. ”

"Come on, hurt each other!"

"It means that I am in a very complicated mood now, on the one hand, I admire Ximen Blowing Snow, and on the other hand, I want to see the anchor pretending to be forced, so entangled."

"Many years later, whenever Ximen Fuxue recalls the anchor, he will recall the horror of that night, when chrysanthemums were dominated."

"Nima, you are the Demon King everywhere!"

“……”

Simon blows snow, and the people are as their name suggests.

What he practiced was a ruthless sword, once the sword in his hand was unsheathed, it would definitely see blood, in his eyes, Xiao Yu at this moment was just a person who tried the sword.

He tiptoed a little, like a Kunpeng flapping its wings, skimming in the sky, fluttering like a frightening dragon, like a dragon, and slashing out with a sword.

It is still a sword that simplifies the complex and returns to the basics, as fast as meteor lightning, suddenly born and destroyed, as if to break the lonely moonlight in the sky.

This sword is not ever-changing, some are only the simplest, the simplest, and the purest power and speed, which can be called back to the basics to the extreme, but it is such a mediocre sword, but it gives people great pressure, as if the mountains are collapsing and the galaxy is reversing.

Xiao Yu's face was calm, he didn't speak, and drew his sword with his backhand.

is also a mediocre slash, but it has an understatement, and it does not eat the taste of fireworks in the world.

However, wherever the blade passed, the powerful energy suddenly erupted with the momentum of a landslide and tsunami, and the air seemed to be ignited in an instant.

"Boom!" There was a bang in the air, and the strong wind that was set off escaped in a frenzied manner, like thunder.

The wind spread out from the place where the two collided, and there was a little bit of light, and everyone couldn't help but squint their eyes, and even the pores on the back of their hands stood up.

"Whoosh!"

Then, in a staggered room, two figures flickered one by one and retreated.

"It's worthy of Simon blowing snow." Before most people even reacted, Xiao Yu, who had already completed a fight with Ximen Blowing Snow, chuckled.

On the night of the full moon, at the top of the Forbidden City, under the gaze of countless people, he fought with Ximen Chuixue, the sword god of the world, even Xiao Yu couldn't help but be a little enthusiastic.

After all, he is just a young man in his twenties, and although the grind of life makes him seem calm most of the time, the blood in his chest is still not cold.

Watching the nose and the nose, the nose looked at the heart, Ximen Blowing Snow didn't seem to hear it, and didn't react to Xiao Yu's words, just looked at him quietly, there was no emotion in his eyes, only a piece of indifference.

Xiao Yu didn't care, knowing that this person had such a stinky temper, he smiled at the moment:

"I'm coming!"

"Boom!" The long sword in his hand danced, swaying out patches of snow-white sword light, like clusters of sword flowers blooming.

Then the toes tapped the ground, Xiao Yu's figure disappeared in place in an instant, and when he reappeared, he had already come to Ximen Blowing Snow, and he shot out a sword in mid-air, like a silver bottle bursting, endless sword light poured out, and a sword shadow like a substance appeared in the air, transforming into a silver sword flower, like a pear blossom falling.

Countless sword shadow pear blossoms converged into a galaxy, flowing out of his hand, and the fierce sword qi crossed the sky, emitting a clear sword roar, pointing directly at the vital points around Ximen Blowing Snow.

All of a sudden, the sword shadows in the air were staggered, the strength broke through the air, and the power was amazing!

"Ding! Bite! Bite! Bite! ”

The sound of the long sword colliding turned into a ball, making it impossible to hear how many times Fang Cai had fought in a short moment.

Only the sound of the sword is like a storm cracking the shore, surging, and like a scream into the clouds, the hole is gold and cracking stones.

This battle attracted the attention of almost all the audience, I thought that after the battle between the Sword Master and the Sword God, there would be no prosperity in the rivers and lakes, who would have thought that tonight would be so colorful, it was really a wave of unsettled, wave after wave, which made people excited, and it was hard to help themselves!

Compared with the little-known Feng Qingyang, Xiao Yu's fame is undoubtedly much greater.

"That's the seventh son of the Hua family? I remember that his martial arts seem to be flowing clouds and flying sleeves, when did he actually have such a high swordsmanship attainment? ”

"And his eyes are actually better."

"It's not surprising that his eyes have been cured, there are still a lot of strange people in this world, but his recovery from eye disease should be a recent thing, how did he practice this extraordinary swordsmanship?"

"I can actually fight with Ximen Blowing Snow and win the battle, after today, there will be a peerless swordsman on the rivers and lakes again."

"Hmph, then he can survive under the sword of Ximen blowing snow."

“……”

Ximen Fuxue suddenly retreated, and said lightly:

"Your heart is not pure, you should be stronger."

"Is the heart impure?" Xiao Yu pursed his lips and smiled.

From the time he came into contact with the anchor system to now, it has only been a little more than a year, without the blessing of understanding and the help of the system, he will definitely not reach today's height, and he really does not have too much piety and awe for kendo...... Just, so what?

After comprehending the sword heart through a coincidence of chance, he was suddenly enlightened.

It doesn't matter what kind of kendo is, only the kendo that suits you is the best kendo, it's that simple.

In fact, whether it is the snow blowing at the West Gate or the wind blowing, the deeper the comprehension of the sword, the more you can comprehend the complex swordsmanship that gradually decreases until it is restored to the simplest and most direct swordsmanship, and finally reaches the realm of returning to the basics.

"So...... I'm going to be serious? ”

Ximen Fuxue nodded solemnly, "That's exactly what I mean." ”

Such a pretending tone suddenly detonated the atmosphere in the live broadcast room directly.

"I'll it! Wasn't the relationship serious just now? ”

"Yes, yes, it's strong."

"The strength is forced, I am convinced."

"From now on, the anchor will be my idol."

"Kneel! The anchor has full marks for acting skills and wit. ”

"Don't ask me why I'm kneeling to watch the live stream, because I love the anchor so much."

“……”

The watery moonlight fell coldly and fell around Xiao Yu, as if he was going to return with the wind in the next moment.

At this moment, his temperament suddenly changed, cold as the moon, not stained with a trace of dust.

He stood there, but like an unsheathed sword, his sharp edge was restrained, and finally he gently handed out the sword in his hand.

The sword was so light that it looked like a feather was falling from the sky.

This sword was extremely heavy, so heavy that Xiao Yu's forehead was even dripping with sweat.

At this moment, everyone was holding their breath, wanting to know what kind of power Xiao Yu's next sword should be...... But the sword never fell.

"What is he going to do?" This question arose in everyone's minds, even Simon Blowing Snow was no exception.

However, he did not draw the sword, because he knew very well that the power of this sword had not really reached its peak.

As a swordsman, only by breaking the opponent in the most glorious moment is the true swordsman's doing.

This is the pride of his Simon Blowing Snow, which cannot be blasphemed, never questioned, and does not need to be concealed.

The next moment, the doubts in everyone's hearts were finally solved.

Because the long sword beside everyone who used the sword began to tremble and hum, as if it had been inexplicably summoned, and began to beat and struggle involuntarily.

"Eh, what's going on? How did the sword suddenly move on its own? ”

"Mine too!"

"It seems...... Someone is calling it? ”

The more urgent the sword sounded, the little senior sister first let go of the restraints, and let the long sword turn into a rainbow light and rise into the sky.

"This is ......" everyone's hearts rose to a trance, but their faces were full of disbelief, as if they had seen the most absurd scene in the world, but they still let go of the hand holding the sword, wanting to witness with their own eyes whether a miracle would happen.

At this moment, even the wind Qingyang was full of strange light, the beard was windless, and the autumn water sword on his waist hummed and ran towards the sky.

One, ten, hundred...... There are the most swordsmen in the rivers and lakes.

As the long sword rushed into the air, the sword roared and cleared, and finally turned into a mighty torrent of swords above Xiao Yu's head.

Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty!

This is the trick that Xiao Yu comprehended after fusing the Earth Spirit Bead, the Blood Chalcedony Jade, the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, and the Sword Heart Tongming, and at this moment, it finally appeared in front of everyone.

At this moment, the world was silent, whether it was insects or night owls, all stopped chirping, even the wind stopped the noise, as if the prelude to a storm, the whole world held its breath, and greeted the highest movement in a solemn way.

On the indifferent face of Ximen blowing snow for thousands of years, there are finally signs of ice and snow melting.

There was a frenzy in his eyes.

He learned swords at the age of seven and succeeded in seven years, no one knows the bitterness and hardships of his sword practice, but since he started to practice swords, he has never left the sword, even eating and sleeping.

He originally thought that after the battle with Ye Gucheng, there was no one in the world who was worthy of his own sword.

However, at this moment, he had the urge to boil again.

Look at the torrent of swords that swirl silently overhead.

This lonely man in white clothes just silently clenched the sword in his hand.

The sword was already raging before it was unsheathed.

The last thing everyone saw was that a shocking sword leaped into the sky, tearing through the lonely moonlight, and colliding with the rain of swords.

This sword was born from the sword, and it is extremely strong in the sword, and it will surely die from the sword. (To be continued.) )