"Congratulations to the host sword technique for breaking through the heavens - heaven and earth are burned and raised to the realm of a first-generation grandmaster..."

The voice of the system sounded in Su Defeat's mind, and Su Defeat's temperament at the moment also changed in vain, originally when he held the iron sword, he seemed decisive when he held the iron sword, but at this time, he was no longer as sharp as before, more like an elegant scholar who walked in the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River with pen and ink. △ Top Novel,www.

Back to basics!

Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship has reached its peak, and it has long been simplified.

The kind of swordsmanship that swept through countless swordsmen in the world and reined in its own edge, this is Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship.

It's just that when Su Yu really comprehended Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship, he felt an inexplicable heaviness, that heaviness even wanted to give up the sword in his hand, and vaguely, Su Yu somewhat understood why Xie Xiaofeng gave up the first sword in the world and turned into Aji's indifference.

"His swordsmanship is really tiring... Practicing his swordsmanship is even more tiring..."Su Yu muttered in his heart, recently, in order to master Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship to the best of his ability, he tightened his heartstrings and constantly used external pressure to hone his swordsmanship.

Thinking of this, Su Yu seemed to be completely relaxed, and his mind was immersed in Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship, but at this moment, the world in front of Su Yu became dim in vain, and the darkness gradually overwhelmed his world, and the sword intent and endless sword qi in front of him dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and the feeling of fighting the stars surged into Su Fu's heart again.

This kind of feeling, Su Wei has experienced it several times, and it is this feeling that has made him witness the loneliness of Ye Gucheng and the loneliness of Ximen blowing snow like snow, "It's finally here..."

The darkness slowly dissipated in Su Yu's eyes, replaced by the busy streets, and the sound of hawkers echoed in his ears.

The second time, Su Wei met Xie Xiaofeng.

To this day, Su Yu will never forget the scene when he first met Xie Xiaofeng.

In front of Cuiyun Peak Green Water Lakeside Sword Villa. The king who is dressed in white like snow and like a fairy in the dust.

It's just that the Xie Xiaofeng in front of him is completely different from the impression of Su Wei, the Xie Xiaofeng in front of him has messy hair and ragged clothes, and there is only a dim color in his eyes that were originally as bright as stars, and his hands holding the sword are carrying the dung bucket at this time.

Standing a few meters away, Su Wei could vaguely smell the pungent smell.

Su Yu frowned slightly. He didn't expect that Xie Xiaofeng, who was respected as a sword god by countless powerhouses in the rivers and lakes, would be reduced to such a scene.

As if sensing Su Fu's gaze, Xie Xiaofeng slowly raised his head and looked at Su Fu, the only thing that remained unchanged was the sadness between his eyebrows, and even the sunlight couldn't dissolve it.

"You're here..."Xie Xiaofeng said, he put down the dung bucket in his hand.

Su Yutou looked over, and at the bottom of the dung bucket, he could vaguely see the familiar words: Xie Xiaofeng.

"Isn't it ridiculous? The most revered name at the beginning has now been reduced to the point of being scolded by thousands of people..."Xie Xiaofeng followed Su Fu's line of sight, his thin figure trembling lightly in the sunlight, and his voice carried an almost oppressive heaviness. "My father died... My wife is married to someone else... I killed my brother-in-law with my own hands, and my sister-in-law also committed suicide by jumping off a cliff... Everyone said that Xie Xiaofeng of Shenjian Villa killed his brother and sister-in-law, and in the end, his wife was separated and his family was ruined..."

The sunlight seemed to become heavy at this time, and the sadness between Su Xiaofeng's eyebrows when Su Yu looked directly at Xie Xiaofeng became even stronger.

As for the reason for this, Su Yu also dabbled in his previous life, Xie Xiaofeng's brother-in-law Tie Xuan asked Xie Xiaofeng to save the prince of the previous dynasty and planned a bitter plan. asked Xie Xiaofeng to kill his brother with his own hands to rescue the prince of the former dynasty, and also fulfilled his charge of killing his brother. And his sister-in-law committed suicide by jumping off a cliff because of her longing, which once again fulfilled his charge of adultery.

Xie Xiaofeng, who was originally a name high on the altar, fell into the mortal dust at that time, and there was no return.

He was burdened with countless infamy, and Shenjian Villa was also burdened with infamy, his father killed himself at that time, and his wife Murong Diqiu also married someone else. It can be described as a broken family.

For the fame of Shenjian Villa, there is no more Xie Xiaofeng in this world.

Looking at Xie Xiaofeng in front of him, Su Wei's mood became inexplicably heavy, this was originally a person with thousands of favors, endless glory and pride. And now it's like this.

Life is a grand tragedy, and Su Yu didn't know why he thought of such words to describe Xie Xiaofeng in front of him.

"The rivers and lakes are a prison, and often many times we are like fallen leaves in the wind, impetuousness in the water, and we are often involuntarily. Su Yu didn't know how to comfort Xie Xiaofeng in front of him, but he just said something like this.

Xie Xiaofeng was silent, bent down and put the dung bucket on the dung truck again, pushed the dung truck, and disappeared into the sunset street with a slow step, followed by Su Wei.

In the following days, Xie Xiaofeng became more and more silent, and sometimes he didn't speak for several days, as if Su was defeated and didn't exist.

Su Yu didn't take the initiative to speak, but practiced swordsmanship outside the broken house where Xie Xiaofeng lived in his spare time, which always attracted Xie Xiaofeng's stop at that time.

Xie Xiaofeng did not take the initiative to instruct Su Xiaofeng's swordsmanship, but Su Xiao made amazing progress in Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship.

This progress, especially after witnessing Xie Xiaofeng's experience, is even more obvious.

Especially on that day, when Su Yu witnessed the people around him who were familiar with Xie Xiaofeng spitting on the dung bucket engraved with Xie Xiaofeng's name, Su Yu felt Xie Xiaofeng's heaviness more and more.

"When did this name become more stinky than dung?" Outside the broken house, Xie Xiaofeng was washing the dung bucket, the whole dung bucket looked extremely clean, like a wine barrel in a wine shop, but no matter how hard he tried, the brush in his hand could not wash away the three words engraved on the bottom of the barrel: Xie Xiaofeng.

Su Yu was silent, he noticed that the person in front of him was almost numb, the sadness between his eyebrows was even stronger, and his heart was even heavier.

"I saw her today..."Xie Xiaofeng suddenly stopped the movement of his hand, he didn't care about the feces-stained hands and grabbed the wine jug on the side and drank it up to the sky.

Although Xie Xiaofeng did not name who it was, Su Yu knew who that person was, Murong Diqiu.

Xie Xiaofeng's wife!

"Did I lose her or did she lose me?" Xie Xiaofeng forgot the wine jug in his hand, and his face looked extremely lonely.

Su Yu didn't answer, just looked at Xie Xiaofeng quietly, he knew that Xie Xiaofeng's feelings for this woman were deeply rooted in the bone marrow and unforgettable, but he hated it to the bone.

Bang dang...

The wine jug in Xie Xiaofeng's hand quietly landed, and Xie Xiaofeng got up and walked towards Su Wei.

A strong pungent smell came to his face, and Xie Xiaofeng's right hand, which was stained with feces, stretched out to Su Yu, "Give me the sword?"

Su Wei didn't know how long the days here had passed, and he had forgotten about it for a long time, but the only thing he remembered was that he hadn't seen Xie Xiaofeng hold a sword since he saw Xie Xiaofeng again.

Hearing this, Su Yu handed over the iron sword in his hand.

Holding the sword again, Xie Xiaofeng was a little silent, his gloomy eyes stared at the iron sword for a long time, before he danced the sword, his movements were clumsy and slow, this dull iron sword was still dim in his hands, and there was no longer the power of the cold Kyushu in the past, and the sword qi spanned 90,000 miles, but at the moment when the iron sword in his hand stabbed, the endless sword intent burst out in the void, turning into a colorful fall, which looked extraordinarily beautiful.

Sword Intent...

Looking at the figure of the sword dancing under the colorful Luoying, Su Yu's mood became even heavier.

Xie Jianfeng's sword intent was heavier and sadder than his swordsmanship.

A kind of enlightenment slowly emerged in Su Yu's heart, and he now gradually understood Xie Xiaofeng's almost suppressed sadness and heaviness, if Xie Xiaofeng's sadness and heaviness in the past was brought to him by the sword in his hand, this sadness and heaviness at this moment was brought to him by this river and lake.

It's very slow, Xie Xiaofeng's movements are full of flaws, and so is his swordsmanship.

But it gave Su Yu an inexplicable shock, he had never seen such swordsmanship, no surprise of Ye Gucheng, no loneliness of Ximen blowing snow, just that kind of sadness that bordered on despair, the sword he stabbed out seemed not to stab at nothingness, but to the bottom of his heart, and the sword was stained with blood and hurt himself.

After a long time, Xie Xiaofeng stopped his body, returned the iron sword to Su Wei, and was silent for a long time before he spoke again: "I'm leaving..."

"Where are you going?" asked Su Wei.

"Old Mazi, they were taken away by her. Xie Xiaofeng didn't say where he was going.

Lao Mazi, Su Yu still has some impressions of this person, and he vaguely remembers that Xie Xiaofeng's current job as a dung carrier was introduced by Lao Mazi.

Xie Xiaofeng turned around, leaving Su Wei with an extremely lonely figure.

Su Yu didn't catch up, because he found that the scenery in front of him began to gradually dissipate like green smoke, and finally only Xie Xiaofeng's back remained.

Su Yu knew that the illusion was about to end again.

"Once he does Xie Xiaofeng, he will always be Xie Xiaofeng..."Su Yu watched Xie Xiaofeng's figure fade away, his eyes were replaced by endless darkness again, and the voice of the system sounded in his head again, "Congratulations to the host for comprehending the sword intent—only mourning the sword intent!" (to be continued......) R527