There is a kind of swordsmanship that no one can see, because those who were lucky enough to witness it have been buried in the ground. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There is a loneliness that cannot be described because it comes from the depths of the soul.

There is a kind of person who has come close to the realm of God because he is ruthless.

This man is called Simon Blowing Snow!

He lived in a place called Wanmei Villa, but there was not a single plum blossom in it.

This is a person who has pursued kendo to the extreme, and for the sake of the sword, he can give up everything and even forget his feelings!

Because of his affection, he couldn't play his kendo, so after the decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City, Ximen Fuxue left his wife and regained his ruthlessness.

Simon blowing snow, this is a name destined to accompany loneliness!

When Lin Yan summoned Ximen to blow the snow, his own fists couldn't help but clench. Because it is a name that represents the myth, the sword god Simon Blowing Snow.

The era of Ximen blowing snow is an era of white clothes winning snow.

He seems to have become a kind of symbol, which exists only in people's memories, and seems unattainable.

The charm of Simon blowing snow is not in his lightning draw and sword, but in the string of blood that slipped from the blade when he withdrew the long sword.

As we all know, Simon blows snow not with snow, but with blood......

"In front of me, you are not worthy of a sword!" was the first thing Simon said after coming to this world.

Yang Tai looked at the figure that suddenly appeared next to Lin Yan, his eyes showed jealousy and solemnity, and he couldn't help but say, "Who are you?"

A person can appear here silently, and this light work alone is impressive.

Ximen Fuxue glanced at Lin Yan silently, ignoring Yang Tai's question.

Lin Yan said directly: "Ximen Blowing Snow, please kill him!"

After several summons from the big man system, Lin Yan already understood that these people would definitely help him, so he stopped talking nonsense. Because every nonsense is a waste of your anger points.

Yang Tai looked at Lin Yan coldly and said, "I still underestimated you, and I actually asked for a helper." But in my Iron Sword Gate's territory, it's useless for you to invite anyone. Today is your time of death!"

Ximen Fuxue looked at Yang Tai lightly and said calmly: "The last words are finished?"

Yang Tai was furious: "Arrogance, dare to be so arrogant in front of this seat, I really want to die!!"

Ximen blows the snow and says: "When you're done, let's take out the sword." ”

Yang Tai was furious: "Okay!good!!"

He spit out three good words in a row, raised the long sword in his hand, and said with a frosty face: "No one has dared to be so arrogant in front of this seat for many years, and this seat will take your sacrificial sword today." ”

As soon as the words fell, the sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out.

He was not careless, the luck of the entire Iron Sword Gate rolled, blessed on his body, and the level of his sword had already reached the threshold of the psychic realm.

This is a sword that fuses the luck of the sect, and the power is incomparable, and this is a trick of the sect!

Ximen Chuixue silently looked at Yang Tai's sword, this sword is fast and strong, but ...... Not enough for him to see.

Guy his sword, faster and stronger!

I saw him silently put his hand on a black sheath long sword at his waist.

In an instant, a sword light slashed through.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, and collect the sword.

No one can see Ximen Blowing Snow's sword, sword light and sword light, but he can only see a light, not the sword.

Lin Yan couldn't see it clearly, because the sword of Ximen blowing snow was so fast that it could no longer be described in words, let alone captured with the naked eye.

Simon's sword is only used to kill, not to see!

Perhaps only that otherworldly psychic realm martial artist would be able to use his divine sense to capture the trajectory of this sword.

It's a pity that although Yang Tai was able to burst out with a power comparable to the psychic realm with the blessing of the sect's luck, he was not a psychic realm after all.

If it is not psychic, there is no divine sense, and if there is no divine sense, it is absolutely impossible to see the sword of Ximen Blowing Snow, let alone capture the trajectory of this sword.

Even this sword can't be seen clearly, so how can we talk about sword competition, how can we talk about victory?

So when everyone didn't react to anything, the sword in Yang Tai's hand fell to the ground, and then his whole person fell to the ground.

There was blood flowing down his throat.

A sword seals the throat!

There are not many people who can make Simon blow the snow out of the second sword.

This Yang Tai is obviously not qualified!

The people of the Iron Sword Gate were shocked, and they were terrified to the extreme. Because they only saw Simon Fuxue put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and only heard the sound of the sword coming out of the sheath.

In their opinion, Ximen's momentary action at the moment of blowing snow seemed to be just drawing his sword and immediately retracting his sword, and he did not take out his sword at all.

However, Yang Tai fell so strangely!

They understood that it was not that Simon Fuxue did not draw his sword, but that his sword was too fast, so fast that it was as if he had not produced his sword at all.

This kind of person is not something they can provoke at all, because before you can react, the opponent's sword has already cut your throat.

This is no longer a swordsman, but a ...... Sword God!

At this moment, Zhao Hai, the law enforcement elder of the Iron Sword Gate, suddenly gritted his teeth and took out his sword, and attacked the West Gate from behind to blow snow.

He is desperate, desperate to fight. Because he knows that a sneak attack is the only chance, otherwise they are not opponents at all, and there is only a dead end left!

"Sonorous ~~~~~~~" a sword roared.

The black sheath long sword in Ximen Fuxue's hand was unsheathed again, and he didn't look back, but his arm seemed to move for a moment.

Still only a sword roar was heard, and when everyone's eyes looked at Simon blowing snow, his sword was still back in its scabbard.

It seems that it is still not out of the sheath!

But Zhao Hai, who fell behind Ximen Blowing Snow, said that Ximen Blowing Snow had made a sword again.

Ximen Fuxue turned around, looked at Zhao Hai's corpse with an indifferent expression, and said calmly: "The sword is not used to kill people behind the back, if it hurts people in the back, it is not worthy of using the sword!"

There was light flashing in Lin Yan's eyes, and the two swords of Ximen blowing snow, although they were elusive and couldn't see clearly, still gave Lin Yan an inexplicable shock.

It was a kind of power that hit the soul directly, which made Lin Yan's heart feel like he had grasped something.

Not everyone is qualified to see the sword god come out of the sword, Lin Yan is lucky.

Lin Yan looked at the time in his mind, and only 46 seconds had passed, which was enough to prove how fast Ximen Blowing Snow's sword was.

"Ximen Blowing Snow, these elders of the Iron Sword Gate, please help me kill a few more. Lin Yan hurriedly said.

Summoning Ximen to blow the snow, like Ye Gucheng, costs 30 anger points per minute, and he doesn't want to waste two minutes if he can solve things that can be solved in one minute.

Simon Fuxue didn't answer, but put his hand on the black sheath sword again.

"Brush~~Brush~~~~~"

A series of sword lights flashed, and Lin Yan found that Ximen Blowing Snow had turned into a white afterimage.

49 seconds!

The timing in Lin Yan's mind was very clear, and when it was 49 seconds, Ximen Blowing Snow's figure stopped.

"Puff puff puff~~~" Then one figure fell down at the same time.

Lin Yan was dumbfounded, and stayed for seven or eight seconds, almost more than a minute, before he reacted in time to end the summoning and let Ximen Fuxue return.

"I'm going to !!!" killed eight people in three seconds in a row, is this still human?

When Lin Yan came to this world, he could be regarded as having seen all kinds of magical things, and he was no longer surprised to see that others could fly, and his bearing capacity was countless times stronger than on the earth.

But seeing that in just three seconds, eight people fell to the ground in an instant, and they were still shocked.

If it was Ximen Blowing Snow and throwing out a sword and killing eight people in seconds, Lin Yan would not be shocked. But Ximen Fuxue obviously moved eight times, took out eight swords, and killed them one by one.

Three seconds, eight displacements, eight sword strikes!

At this rate, is it still human?