Outside the city, between a wilderness and mountains, Mingyue is holding a cloud chasing bow, is stepping forward, this is one of the treasures of the Ming family's secrets, the world, only with this bow can shoot the phoenix dance arrow, the power is incomparable, even if it is a top martial arts master in the arrow, it will be hidden in the arrow one hundred and eight hairy arrows into the key points around the body, as long as a luck, the blood will swell, the muscles and veins will be broken and die.

Mingyue walked forward slowly, and not far in front of her, Nie Feng was resting against a big tree at the moment, this was a good opportunity, as long as he could kill Nie Feng, the world would inevitably lose his strength, and because of this, he would be jealous of Wushuang City, maybe he could save the safety of Wushuang City for a while.

Although Mingyue was very careful not to make a sound when he walked forward, Nie Feng still noticed that someone was quietly approaching him, and a sense of crisis came, however, out of caution, he did not make a move immediately, but quietly grabbed a branch beside him.

Martial arts master, skill to reach the innate realm, flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people, Nie Feng and Fengyun soon after the ring, has broken through into the innate realm, the skill is refined, it is not trivial, although it is only a branch, but, in his hands, it is not weaker than the general blade.

Mingyue slowly put a phoenix dance arrow on the cloud-chasing bow, and between the strength, she pulled the bowstring, and the arrow pointed at it was the key point in Nie Feng's chest, but she was preoccupied with it and didn't know what to do, behind her, a huge wild bear had approached, and the bloody mouth was wide open, with a fishy wind, and it came straight to bite.

Nie Feng has been practicing the Ice Heart Technique since he was a child, and because of the bloodline of the Qilin mad blood in his body, he is much more sensitive than ordinary people, he seems to sense something, his eyes suddenly opened, and he saw that the wild bear was biting towards the bright moon, he didn't say a word, raised his hand, and shot out the branch in his hand.

At the same time, Mingyue couldn't help but be shocked, thinking that Nie Feng had discovered him and wanted to strike first, at the moment, he subconsciously let go of the bowstring, and the phoenix dance arrow immediately burst out of the string.

"Poof—"

Two muffled sounds, sounded at the same time, so abruptly, but made Mingyue can't help but tremble, the branch was infused with Nie Feng's true qi, which is not trivial, it just skipped Mingyue's side and pierced into one of the eyes of the wild bear, and at the same time, the phoenix dance arrow shot by Mingyue also pierced Nie Feng's chest at the same time, and in an instant, blood gushed out like a spring, and the whole person fell to the ground.

"Why are you trying to save me?" Mingyue turned around, looked at the wild bear that was injured and fled behind her, and then hurriedly threw it at Nie Feng, originally she was here to kill Nie Feng, but he never thought that although he shot Nie Feng, Nie Feng saved his life in turn.

"What about you? Why do you want to kill me? Nie Feng looked at Mingyue weakly, asked astringently, and then his body trembled, and he fell unconscious into Mingyue's arms.

Qingkong didn't have the heart to pay attention to the road of Nie Feng and Mingyue's marriage, at this moment, he had already left the inn, and came to a magnificent and slightly old courtyard outside the Wushuang City, with red walls and blue tiles, Zhumen iron locks, and a wide rock road leading directly to the inside and outside, because of the disrepair, a lot of crispy skin fell off the four walls, weeds grew on the walls, and the bluestone pavement was also a little potholed.

"Sword House." Looking at the two words above the gate that revealed infinite sword intent, in the empty eyes, he couldn't help but have a cold light, and said secretly in his heart: "With the sword as a house, it really deserves to be the Dugu Sword Saint!" ”

Closing his eyes slightly, he instantly sensed the dilapidated courtyard in front of him, but it contained a sharp aura that penetrated the sky and the earth, and even, Qingkong could clearly feel that he seemed to be wrapped in endless sword qi, a giant sword of the sky, standing in the air.

Dugu Sword Saint, formerly known as Dugu Sword, is the elder brother of the Wushuang City Lord Dugu Fang, because of his obsession with swordsmanship, read many sword classics, and create his own twenty-two styles of Holy Spirit swordsmanship, more than 20 years ago, he swept all the masters of the world, no one can beat him, so he is called the Sword Saint, and later, he was defeated by the nameless hand of the martial arts myth because of the difference of one move, and since then he has returned to the rivers and lakes, retreated and cultivated, in order to realize a higher level of swordsmanship, and then compete with the nameless.

"Zheng-" Suddenly, a high-pitched sword roar erupted, and the awe-inspiring sword intent rose from the ground, rushing straight into the sky of the nine heavens, the terrifying sword qi raged in the surrounding void, and the endless pressure swept over the sky, obviously, the Dugu Sword Saint had already sensed the arrival of the sky.

I didn't see how Qingkong moved, an inexplicable aura had already burst out from his body, the cultivation of the Sword Saint, but the realm of the Ning Dan Grandmaster, comparable to the Xiongba, was not enough to compete with the momentum of the Yuanshen Great Grandmaster like Qingkong, and in an instant, the sword intent in the sky was swallowed by his momentum.

"Squeak-" The courtyard door opened, and a thin old man stood in front of the door, his eyes staring straight into the sky, his eyes were full of surprise, "Who is the master, I don't know what to do when I come to the Sword House?" ”

Qingkong looked at the Dugu Sword Saint, his eyes were full of light, as if he could penetrate people's hearts, he clearly saw that the body of the Dugu Sword Saint, because of years of retreat and hard work, has reached the edge of running out of oil and lamps, even if there are heavenly treasures, it can only alleviate the temporary danger, if you want to prolong your life, it is difficult to climb to the sky, unless, the thousand-year-old monster Emperor Shi Tian is willing to take action, with the sacred heart to save each other, maybe there is still some hope.

"Alas" couldn't help but sigh in his heart, poor generation of sword doe strangers, fate was bumpy, he suddenly raised his head, and asked loudly: "Your Excellency calls himself a sword saint, do you know what a sword is?" ”

Hearing this, Dugu Sword Saint was slightly stunned, and then responded with a smile: "In my opinion, the sword in the world is divided into five, one is a sword play, in fact, in the name of the sword, doing fun is for inferiority. The second is swordsmanship, skillful in soldiers, and the method of doing this is medium. The third is sword art, and the skill is promoted to art, and between movement and stillness, it is natural and superior. The fourth is the heart of the sword, a hundred turns and thousands of twists, a sword in hand, not condensed in things, not hindered by the heart. Five is the way of the sword, the sword understands the world, the Tao is natural, the three thousand causes and effects are made, do you think it is true? ”

Qingkong stroked his palm and smiled, and couldn't help but praise it out loud: "The words of the Sword Saint, every word is beautiful, and it can clearly distinguish the sword path in the world, and it is indeed worthy of the name of 'Sword Saint'." ”

Dugu Sword Saint studied swordsmanship and pursued swordsmanship, and at this moment, hearing the praise of Qingkong, a strong man who was not very old, but his martial arts cultivation was world-famous, he couldn't help but have a smug look on his face.

"I think that the sword is all iron, because of the heart and move, because of the blood and live, because of the attachment and psychic, because of the non-thought and death," Qingkong smiled indifferently, and then said loudly: "The world's martial arts, starting from the art, both martial arts into the way, then the world, the sword, unsurpassed, skills to win and sufficient, as for the Mahayana, indestructible, only fast and not broken." People who practice swords start from the sword, first of all, to achieve the sword is calm and stable, no distractions, and then gradually to the sword heart is clear, the sword is a person, the sword is a friend, then you can understand the essence of the sword, and then when you shoot, a static movement, natural, no longer confined to the move, routine, and then later, it will gradually get out of the category of the sword, everything in the world, a grass and a tree, sand and gravel dust, can be a sword, the heart moves at will, the sword goes with the heart, the way of the road, the sword goes! ”

Hearing this, Dugu Sword Saint couldn't help but smile bitterly: "My sword technique, although I have been practicing for twenty years, I am still in the realm of the sword heart, and as for the realm of the sword, it is far from it!" He paused slightly, and couldn't help asking, "I don't know if you can tell me what the realm of the sword is?" ”

"The people who practice swords in the world are like carps crossing the river, I don't know the geometry, Your Excellency can create the Holy Spirit swordsmanship, it is worthy of the name of the sword saint, in my opinion, there are six realms of the sword, the so-called Tao has no superiority, only the depth and shallowness, nothing more." Qingkong seemed to remember something, and his face was overwhelmed with emotion; "One of them is Shinto, the so-called Shinto, the sword is a god, in the name of God, ruthless and hateless, I know, the one who gets this sword, is called Ximen Blowing Snow, Ximen Blowing Snow The charm is not that he draws his sword like lightning and makes a sword; It's the string of blood that slipped off the blade of the sword when he retracted the sword. Therefore, Simon blows snow not snow, but blood. Those who always want to catch up with him will never reach his realm, because when they blow off the blood on the sword, they only feel the joy and excitement of victory, but Simon blows the snow, but what flashes in his eyes is indescribable helplessness and sadness, he has long been out of this world. ”

"Simon Blowing Snow is a lonely man, and his sword is a murderous sword, and he said, 'My sword is not for seeing, but when you plunge your sword into their throats, and see the snowflakes bloom under your sword, if you can see the splendor of that moment, you will know that there is nothing like that kind of beauty.' This is the way of the sword of Simon Blowing Snow, just because he has regarded killing as a sacred and beautiful thing, he has dedicated his life to this matter, only when he kills, he is really alive, and at other times, he is just waiting. ”