"My sword is as light as a cloud, and my sword is as heavy as Mount Tai. My sword is awe-inspiring, and my sword is cold. My sword is unyielding, and my sword is unyielding. 'Sharp Camel Vision' Tibetan Sword Man came for a while, and the 'One Sword Seed Green Lotus' of the 'Immortal among People'!"

Outside the Shenwu Gate of the four main gates of the Forbidden City, a strange hunchbacked old man with a gray crutch in his hand blocked the uneven way, seeing that although he was disabled, his sharp eyes were constantly flashing with indomitable sword intent, and the sharp camel on his back was unusually heavy, bending his awe-inspiring sword waist by half, only the seemingly ordinary flat crutch could support him, but looking at every step he walked, it was as light as a feather, and his body was like a floating cloud, lifting weights like light, and hiding weight in the light, at first glance it looked unusually awkward and weird。

Seeing the person who came, he was shocked in his heart, his expression was indescribably solemn, and he secretly said in his heart, how could it be him?

It's just that I heard that this person is dedicated to practicing swords, and he has lived in the Huiyan Peak of Pingjian Mountain all the year round, and he never walks around the rivers and lakes at will.

"Brother Su Wen has a sword mountain on his back, a sword hidden in the camel, and the poor road is also itching, and he wants to meet your edge with this Qingping sword in his hand. Holding the unevenness, the Qingping sword in his hand was pulled, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at the sword collector.

"Happy!" "Happy!" A happy sound, the sword in the Tibetan sword's crutch was suddenly unsheathed, holding the sword in his backhand, leaving a white straight line in the air, at the other end of the straight line, the sword with endless cold light had already met with the Qingping sword in the hand of the uneven, dividing the line of life and death, the sword qi was biased, the staggered figures, the sparks bursting, it was the sword fighting, but also each fighting for one side, the first confrontation, regardless of victory or defeat.

"Good sword!"

"Come again!"

Holding the unevenness, the Qingping sword in his hand was pulled, and an ethereal sword intent rose impressively, like an immortal in and out of the mortal world, so chic.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns!"

With his sword handed out, a clear poem immediately sounded between heaven and earth, rippling out a piece of blue light, and the infinite sword qi was like the water of the Yellow River poured into the sky, heading straight for the Tibetan sword man, 'A sword planting green lotus', the first lotus, open!

"A sword separates the turbidity!" No matter how the blue light sword qi in the sky is surging and surging, I broke it from a sword, the sword man held the sword in his backhand, his body was volt, and in a whirl, a white arc immediately divided the entire void into two pieces, the sword qi standing on the upper void turned into clear qi and floated in the sky, and the sword qi standing in the lower void turned into turbid qi and sank on the ground, half of which did not enter his three zhang.

"You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing sad white hair, like green silk twilight into snow!" "Holding uneven a sword did not stop, a sword rose again, this sword is free and elegant between gestures, the mover is like a poet wandering between the lake and mountains, comfortable and freehand, 'a sword seed green lotus', the second lotus, the sword qi is like silk, three thousand cyan troubled silk, between the morning and dusk suddenly turned white, with endless cold light, fiercely pierced the opponent.

"Two swords against the world!" The Tibetan sword man's already slender figure was slightly subdued, holding the sword in his backhand, holding the sword and walking, the sparks of the sword tip rubbing against the ground instantly burst out, forming a white sword curtain, reversing the three thousand troubles. Overturning the world, fiddling with yin and yang, reversing the world, the three thousand sword silk suddenly regressed, from white to green, from silk to lotus, and the two cyan lotus flowers returned to the Qingping sword in the hand of Bao Buping, like a time regression, everything never happened.

"You don't see, between the colorful clouds of the White Emperor City Tower, thousands of miles of silver mist in a day!" "'A sword seed green lotus', the third lotus, finally appeared in the world, this sword bloomed, holding the uneven body around the undulating blue glow and shattered, turned into a sky of sword dust, sword clouds, sword fog, lingering, scattered, robes on the body, long hair on the back of the head, windless automatic, elegant and extraordinary, like a red dust fairy stepping on the green clouds dashing.

"Three swords turn cause and effect!" "Because there is a cause, so there is so, since it has become a since, why bother to say why bother, the sword man who hides the sword is on the ground, holds the sword with his backhand, and gently steps forward with his left foot, the tip of the sword disappears suddenly, this sword, cause and effect are reversed, first effect and then cause, the azure sword dust is like a flying sword in the hands of an immortal, pervasive, surrounded by it, there is no way to retreat, but his sword came to the uneven for no reason, just like the "fruit" of "the opponent's sword" was created first, and then "he was surrounded and killed by the sword dust" This "cause" occurs later.

In the face of this incredible sword, the uneven pupils suddenly shrank, the hair around the body suddenly rose, the sleeves hurriedly waved, and the sword mist that surrounded and killed the Tibetan sword man roared back with his figure, which seemed to be chic and wishful, but in fact it was extremely dangerous.

"A good one to distinguish turbidity, reverse the world, turn cause and effect, these three swords of the Tibetan brother should share half of the Central Plains martial arts!" Although he almost lost his life, he was still amazed by the amazing three swords of the Tibetan sword man, maybe this is the sympathy between the peak swordsmen.

"The sword qi of the immortal is like water, the sword qi is like silk, and the sword qi is like dust, these three swords are really like immortals, and they have reached the magical realm of unpredictable and swaying and colorful at will, and the cripple has to use all his strength to break the three swords in your starting hand!" Although he used all his strength between the words, he saw that his breathing did not change after the three swords, his body was still like a floating cloud, and his sword was still like Mount Tai, which could be seen, and this was just a compliment to each other.

"There are nine variations of the Qinglian Sword Song of the Poor Road, the middle three, and the upper three, and Brother Fang Cai has already learned the lower three styles, I don't know if you still have the spare strength to take over the middle three styles of the old way?!" Holding the sword in his right hand, he stroked his beard slightly with the orchid fingers in his left hand, and as soon as his words fell, a blue glow appeared behind him, like a cyan ocean, undulating.

"It just so happens that there are three other swords hidden in the crippled staff, just to learn your middle three styles!" As soon as the words fell, the figure of the hidden sword man quickly retreated, only to hear the sound of Zheng, the figure had returned to its original place, and the sword in the staff was returned to the sword into the sheath, as if the earth-shattering duel just now had not happened at all.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. "Holding the unevenness in the three styles of momentum turned, less of a trace of the ethereal dust of the immortals, more of those human knights of the murderous heart, seeing the blue ocean behind him with a lift, the sea rose bright moon, there is a chivalrous warrior on the head of the martial arts, waist wearing Wu Yue's shining scimitar, riding a silver glass white horse, stepping on the moonlight, like a meteor towards the Tibetan sword man relaxed, like a real murderous aura turned into a soaring wolf smoke, straight through the sky.

"There is a sword hidden in the staff, and the mighty cannot be bent!" The sword man in his hand crutches, his right foot lightly stepped out half a step, his body fell forward slightly, he held the hilt of the sword in his backhand, and the sword body of Sen Ran pulled out an inch, and a mighty and unyielding sword intent suddenly met the murderous aura that came towards him.

Riding a silver glass white horse and stepping on the moonlight, the knight pulled out the scimitar at his waist and rushed towards the mighty and unyielding awe-inspiring sword intent. Whether to succumb to the fierce and mighty of murderous intent, or to resist the force that can suppress a column, the two sword intents suddenly met, like the collision of a hammer and a stubborn stone, it was a stone shattering or an iron shattering the ground, the two took a step back at the same time, and the duel that told this story ended in a draw.

"Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward. will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan. Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. This sword is indescribably amazing, quiet to the extreme, heavy to the extreme, and fast to the extreme.

"There is a sword hidden in the staff, and it can't be bent!" The figure of the sword collector who took a step back suddenly slid forward, and his whole body was half a point lower than before, still holding the sword with his backhand, and the cold sword body was then unsheathed three inches, and an indomitable sword intent that would not flinch even if he encountered any setbacks came out of the three-inch sword body.

Changhong has always been from static to moving, from slow to fast, from light to heavy, from less to more, crashed into the Tibetan sword man, if he changed the others, he would have turned into ashes early when the sword was just up, but he met the Tibetan sword man, is the indomitable sword intent of the Tibetan sword man, this sword is resolute to the incredible, quite Ren Er, the east, west, north and south wind I am immovable, holding the uneven sword, doomed to return in vain.

"The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra!"Xuan Xuan Xuan, fragrant incense, the last style of the three styles, the chivalrous bones are fragrant, the book pavilion is Taixuan, it is the Tao, it is the martial arts, it is also Confucianism, the three religions are out of the same rebellion, this sword, no regrets!

"Hide a sword in the staff, bury the merit and fame!" "In the face of this dare to rebel against the sky, die without regrets, and never go back, the last sword of the three swords in the cane of the Tibetan sword man is about to come out, the backhand grips the hilt of the sword, the sword in the staff is slowly out of the sheath, and the dazzling sword in the deep buried sheath suddenly shoots out, turning the night into day, it is a success, and it is also a retreat to the mountains and forests.