A person who can be called a sword god, in addition to his swordsmanship, must also have some necessary conditions, that is, his personality and character. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because the position of the sword in weapons is unique and transcendent, it is different from the mundane. Therefore, if a person can be called a sword god, then his character and personality must also be much higher than most people. Of course, there are not many people who can meet this condition, and every three or five hundred years, there are only three or five people.

They dedicate their lives to the Word they love.

Their word is the sword.

They neither seek immortals nor Buddhas, and the success or failure of fame and fortune in the world is not worth their attention, let alone their laughter. All they want is the honor and glory of their sword, which is eternal for them.

In order to reach this momentary peak, they can even sacrifice their lives.

If there is anyone in Gu Long's pen who is qualified to be called a sword god, then Ximen Fuxue is definitely one of them.

A month ago, Wudang Lotus Peak.

When Mu Dao Man took the Wudang token Seven Star Sword from the hands of the violently killed Shi Yan Dao Chief, he suddenly felt a compelling sword aura.

He turned around, but he didn't see the sword, only a person. Sen Han's sword qi emanated from this person, and this person's own body seemed to be sharper than the sword.

A peerless swordsman, even if there is no sword in his hand, even if the sword is not unsheathed, as long as he is there, there will be a sword aura that is imminent.

Mu Daoren looked at the snow-white clothes, and his pupils contracted suddenly: "Ximen blows snow." ”

Mu Daoren recaptured the head of Wudang through a series of unbelievable means, and successfully retreated, so that Lu Xiaofeng and his people could only sigh when they were powerless. Ximen Fuxue suddenly went up to Wudang Mountain, because he never needed a reason to draw a sword, whether it was an old knife or a wooden man, it made no difference to him.

After narrowly defeating Dugu Yihe, Ximen Fuxue has deduced his sword path to a higher level. But he knew it wasn't enough, he had to get stronger, stronger!

The wooden man realized his ambitions, and at this time, when he was in high spirits, he laughed loudly and drew the long sword at his waist.

Ximen Fuxue also pulled out the sword in his hand, the sword that was unique in heaven and earth.

"Dugu Yihe died at your hands?" asked the wooden man.

"The essence of sword qi lies in sincerity and righteousness, if a person's heart is dirty, how can he be undefeated?" Ximen Blowing Snow seemed to answer the question, but Mu Daoren had already got the answer he wanted.

When Ximen Fuxue was saying this, the Mudao people suddenly felt that there was a sword aura coming, and these words seemed to be sharper than the sword.

for his heart is also criticized, and his heart is dirty, and his sword will be weak!

On that day, on the top of Wudang Mountain, the sword was soaring.

One person went up the mountain in white clothes, but in the end he came down the mountain in bloody clothes.

The mountain wind blew, with a slight chill.

When Simon blows snow's own blood comes out, it will also be blown dry.

......

The slanting sun, stepping on the afterglow of the hurried hurry, a way home seems particularly cordial in the eyes of most people. But Simon Blowing Snow never had this thought in the slightest, and in his heart, there was only one word: sword.

The leaves fell one after another, and under the sharp sword aura, the originally vibrant flowers and trees lost their color. Even, the sun, moon and stars were shrouded in this sword aura full of death intent, and they dimmed.

But his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, because the appointed day was finally getting closer and closer.

He learned swords at the age of seven and succeeded in seven years, but he had never met an opponent before he met that person. He was used to loneliness, but now that dead heart suddenly burned again.

On this day, Simon Blowing Snow, like countless nights in the past, fell asleep with his sword in his arms.

......

There are no plum blossoms in Wanmei Villa.

It's April and the peach blossoms and rhododendrons are blooming on the hillside.

Wang Chan sat down on the hillside, and there were fallen leaves on the green grass.

Or spring, how can there be fallen leaves?

Wang Chan picked up a piece, looked at it twice, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The incision on the leaf pedicle was smooth and neat, and it was actually cut off by the incomparable sword qi.

Wang Chan could feel that this sword aura was not intentional, that is to say, Ximen Blowing Snow was now a sword that was unparalleled in the world.

At this moment, Wang Chan suddenly felt a tingling pain in his cheeks, raised his eyes, and the white clothes like snow came into view. The sharp sword qi was actually able to penetrate Wang Chan's body protection true qi, making him feel a tingling pain. Ximen Blowing Snow really did not disappoint Wang Chan.

Heaven and earth, a unique sword.

Heaven and earth, the unique West Gate blows snow!

Simon didn't move, didn't speak, didn't draw his sword, he didn't have a sword on him at all!

Wang Chan, who was standing not far away, smiled and looked at Ximen Blowing Snow, also not moving.

......

At this time, Wanmei Villa.

Ximen Blowing Snow loves to be clean, so the villa is also very clean, and there is hardly a trace of dust to be seen. This frustrates the beef soup, and any woman would have the same reaction after discovering a man who loves cleanliness more than she does.

There was also a little old man standing next to the beef soup, it was Wu Ming. I didn't expect that Wu Ming's father and daughter, who had been missing for months, would meet here.

The two of them stopped in the room where the snow was blowing at the west gate, and the room was dressed in the style of Zhuangzi, simple and clean, except for the table and the wooden bed, and only a bronze mirror and the long sword hanging from the bronze mirror were found in the beef soup. The sword body is narrow and long, and the form is ancient, which is the sword of Ximen blowing snow.

"This is Simon Blowing Snow's sword?" Beef Soup said curiously.

If he left his sword in the house when he was about to kill, it only means one thing, and that is that he no longer needs to use a sword to kill.

The little old man stroked the scabbard with his fingertips, and there was a rare look of praise on his face, and said, "Good sword." ”

"Dad, since Ximen Blowing Snow has reached the realm of no sword now, has that villain still won it?" asked Beef Soup, his eyes widened and he asked curiously.

The little old man withdrew his hand and said lightly: "I only know the realm without a sword, not the pinnacle of swordsmanship. ”

"Isn't the unity of man and sword the pinnacle?"

"Since you practice swords, why are you obsessed with the word no sword?"

......

In front of the small hill outside Wanmei Villa.

Wang Chan looked at Ximen blowing snow and was the first to break the silence: "Where's your sword?"

Ximen Fuxue's face remained unchanged, and he said, "The sword is here." ”

"Where?"

Ximen Fuxue stared at Wang Chan and said word by word: "It's everywhere!"

This is also a difficult word to understand, but Wang Chan understands it.

Simon's man who blows the snow has become one with the sword, and his man is the sword, and as long as he is there, all things in heaven and earth are his sword.

Swords, Everywhere!(To be continued.) )