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Trample.

In the storm, a half-haired middle-aged gray-robed swordsman with vicissitudes of life slowly walked out.

In the midst of the heavy sea storm, Chen Xun, who had turned into a middle-aged swordsman, looked at Zhu Tushan, who had turned into a slender black-robed scholar again in the distance, and his eyes flickered: "Your knife, you actually made me a little excited." ”

"It's funny, it actually made me feel the feeling of fear, so in return, hope..."

Saying this, Chen Xun slowly pulled out a crystal translucent carved sword from the void again~ half of his white hair was a little more white again, and his voice was serious and cold: "I hope you won't die." ”

"My sword can't be defeated. ”

The corner of the black-robed slender sword-carrying scholar sneered, and his voice was full of absolute confidence and pride, because he knew how powerful he had become in the past two years, and the brush disappeared.

"My knife is the strongest defense, my ink is the strongest sword wall, and it is invincible. ”

Thundered.

The huge storm that had just rolled up had not yet subsided on the dark blue sea, and the two of them once again used the dark blue whirlpool rolled up on the sea as the battlefield, and once again stepped on the sea, and their figures were constantly intertwined.

Bang Bang!

The hundredth collision of swords and swords.

The crisp sound of weapons sounded with the flickering of cold light.

Chen Xun turned into an afterimage, moving at high speed in the whirlpool of seawater, and his figure turned into phantoms with thin swords.

Each of his swords was slashed, slashed, and stabbed at Zhu Tushan at an extremely tricky angle, but it was still blocked by his slash after knife, without any omission, and it was outrageously fine.

But every time Zhu Tushan took Chen Xun's knife, the ink-colored knife in his hand was agitated with spiritual power, and his figure was once again a slender scholar, becoming gradually bloated, and he was still absorbing Chen Xun's attack.

Every sword and sword of the two of them is so thrilling, as if they are walking in the rushing whirlpool of the sea, like dancing on the edge of a cliff, and they are about to fall into the abyss if they are not careful.

Sonorous.

The two thousand and one hundred sword collisions.

The collision of swords became more and more intense.

The two of them seemed to have fallen into a state of enchantment, crazy and desperate, and even Chen Xun seemed to have forgotten the power of Zhu Tushan's counterattack, and was still swinging his sword with all his strength one after another, providing Zhu Tushan with gradual absorption.

The figure, like two soft pieces of cloth entangled together, seems to be in the whirlpool into a gray and black two intertwined spiral satin, the figure is mixed with the endless sword light and sword shadow.

Bang Bang!

This is the 3,700th collision.

Zhu Tushan's figure is also gradually becoming obese, as if he has reached a certain critical point, and his "Moshan" is about to burst out.

But suddenly, without any warning, the figures of the two suddenly stopped, and the two turned into plain and cold statues and slowly stood in the sea, looking at each other gently.

Brush pull.

The cold sword light flickered lightly.

"You're defeated. ”

Chen Xun's thin sword had already lightly pierced into the right eye socket of Zhu Tousan, gently cutting his eyes, and the tip of the thin sword still stayed in his right eye socket, blinding him, and a drop of blood oozed from it.

"I'm defeated. ”

"You actually broke my sword wall with a sword, it turns out that my knife is not as good as your eighty percent now. Zhu Tushan's face was bitter, and he didn't raise his knife to resist any movement.

He allowed the tip of Chen Xun's sword to stay in his eye socket and stab him blind.

Even if this sword goes further, it can penetrate his head and ignore it, but just this slight sigh, you can hear his many bitterness and unwillingness to bitterness, and the five flavors are mixed.

"You are to be proud that your current sword is 90% of my level. ”

Chen Xun's words were full of sincerity, and he was also lamenting Zhu Tushan's sword talent, because the murderous sword technique he was most proud of was the terrifying killing technique he had forged after tens of thousands of deaths in two lifetimes, and even the vast majority of immortals, even the imperial gods, could not compare to Chen Xun in this regard.

After all, this is Chen Xun's two lives, and he used tens of thousands of deaths in exchange for his kendo achievements.

"I won. ”

Chen Xun raised his hand and slowly retracted the sword, and took the sword off Zhu Tushan's eye socket, and instantly a large amount of blood gushed out of the empty eye socket. "But I didn't rejoice in this joy. ”

"I have some regrets. ”

He looked at Zhu Tushan, who was frozen in place and bleeding in front of him, but his voice was cold and silent, and he sighed lightly: "I feel disappointed instead, because I just hoped that you could win me, and I hoped that you could kill me." ”

Chen Xun's voice at this time was cold and sincere, as if he was narrating a trivial matter.

He really hoped that Zhu Tushan could win him, even if he killed him in full view at this time, and let him be exposed to his "destiny", he also hoped so, hoping that Zhu Tushan could win him and kill him.

"If you're stronger, just stronger, that's fine. ”

"I was just one step away from breaking through my kendo, and if you held on for another ten seconds, even if it was ten more seconds, I thought that your sword would allow me to take a step that I hadn't taken in a long time."

Chen Xun's voice was cold, but it was already full of lamentation, "Because your sword is very strong, it has given me fear and excitement that I haven't experienced for a long time, and this opportunity is only a rare opportunity for my sword skills to break through in ten thousand years." ”

"But..."

Chen Xun's voice was still cold, and he even looked at Zhu Tushan in front of him with some regret, "But you disappointed me." ”

Zhu Tushan stood opposite and heard the words, his face turned pale in an instant.

He suddenly stood motionless in place, as if Chen Xun's words at this time were like a sword more terrible than piercing his eyes, piercing his heart, causing his heart to be more affected than death in battle... Even more miserable.

His face suddenly glazed over.

The other eye was even more gray, as if it had lost all its brilliance.

As if he had lost all his goals in life, he seemed to be emotionally out of control, and began to mumble to himself at a loss, laughing softly: "It turns out that my knife... Let you down.. Done?"

Scarlet blood flowed from the empty right eye socket he muttered to himself. The blood from his eye sockets filled his cheeks again, and he was muttering miserably. "My knife, I've let you down...."

Suddenly, his face was bleeding, and his voice turned from a small voice to a loud laugh.

"My way, I've let you down!!"

"Haha!!"

He stood opposite Chen Xun with his hair scattered, his hair flying and turning into a madman.

"There is no mistake in my way, but I am too weak!! It's so weak!!" His figure suddenly turned his head in the overwhelming laughter, turned around miserably and stumbled away, but no one dared to stop him.

"I... Got it. ”

A sonorous voice was left behind the black-robed man.

"In two years, I will be a hundred times stronger than I am today, but from now on I will be one-eyed, and when my sword defeats you in two years, it will be my eyes... The day of recovery. ”

"Thy upward, let my sword take it. ”

(To be continued.) )