Unstoppable, there is no advance or retreat!

The tragic murderous aura, along with the sword light Changhong, which was like splitting the heavens and the earth, filled every corner.

This is Simon Blowing Snow's life-and-death fight!

Shangguan Haitang looked at this scene in a daze, almost unable to believe his eyes!

The dignified sword god will be forced to this point?!

Even, until it was pushed to this point, it was still the young excessive swordsman who had the upper hand!

His sword, condensed and pure, is like the collapse of the sky, the sword is huge, majestic, as if it is no longer a mortal sword, but a sword technique that can only be performed by gods and demons!

No matter how murderous and awe-inspiring the sword of Ximen Blowing Snow is, how stunning and dazzling it is, in the end, under that mighty sword momentum, it is clearly in a disadvantageous position!

This is no longer a duel between two evenly matched swordsmen, but a desperate fight under the despair of Ximen Chuixue!

She had seen this kind of scene many, many times, in the square of the Dragon Guardian Villa, there were countless masters who boasted of their extraordinary martial arts to challenge the Iron Courage Divine Marquis, and they would all end up like this!

Unexpectedly, she would see it on Ximen Blowing Snow today!

However, she still has a little expectation in her heart, with the expectation that Simon Blowing Snow will turn defeat and win!

Just because it was a sword god, a sword god recognized by the world, since his debut for more than ten years, he has not tasted a single defeat, no matter how powerful, how incredible the enemy is, he was finally defeated under his sword.

If it weren't for that, how could he be compared to the White Cloud City Lord who was like an immortal in the world?

Shout!

The sword light broke through the air, and between the roars, the two sword moves finally collided together.

I saw that under the mighty black and red sword light, that amazing and extraordinary sword light Changhong was shattered as soon as it collided.

In the fierce and violent sword qi wind, Ximen Fuxue only felt that from the opponent's sword, the terrifying power like a landslide and tsunami suddenly exploded, and compared to the original sword, the strength was not much greater!

Under this vast sword momentum that suppressed everything, the long sword in his palm was swept away in an instant, and the sword momentum was immediately broken!

While!

Just like the dull sound of Huang Zhong Dalu, Ximen Blowing Snow didn't have time to unload his force, and the whole person roared away like a cannonball, and slammed into the grove next to the road!

One, two, three......

It wasn't until the tenth tree was broken that Simon Blowing Snow's body stopped.

At this time, the owner of Wanmei Villa no longer looked like when he first came, dressed in white, already in tatters, in addition to countless traces of soil, but also stained with blood everywhere.

Blood is naturally not someone else's.

This famous sword god is not only spitting blood at this moment, but also has countless blood marks on his body, and anyone who sees him in such an embarrassed appearance will never dare to associate him with Ximen Blowing Snow!

Defeated, Simon Blowing Snow defeated!

Witnessing the destruction of the myth of a river and lake, or the destruction of the hands of such a young swordsman, Shangguan Haitang's emotions became complicated.

Even if, even when Ximen Blowing Snow fought to the death, she already felt that the other party would lose.

However, after all, it is a sword god, a sword god who has never been defeated!

Looking at the young swordsman in front of him who was wearing a green shirt and standing with a sword, Shangguan Haitang didn't know what to say for a while.

Thinking of Fang Cai's kind persuasion of him, let him join the first village in the world, and the various conditions offered, she felt ridiculous.

A swordsman who can defeat Simon Blowing Snow, how many people can teach his sword in the world, and what kind of swordsmanship can appeal to him?

Perhaps, except for that White Cloud City Lord, he is already the number one swordsman in the world.

For the legendary swordsmanship that is like an immortal descending to earth, Shangguan Haitang actually has no expectations in his heart, flying immortals outside the sky, can he resist the terrifying swordsmanship of the young man in front of him?

"Simon!"

An anxious cry came from not far away, and then a gray shadow swept through the air, incredibly fast, but with a bit of gorgeous majesty, it only fell to Ximen Fuxue's side in an instant.

The person who came was wearing a big red cloak and four eyebrows, it was Lu Xiaofeng!

It's just that Lu Daxia, who once made countless women in the rivers and lakes tempted, no longer has a half-graceful appearance at the moment, but is also embarrassed and in a hurry, as if he is about to burn his four eyebrows.

He stepped forward to pick up Ximen Blowing Snow, and seeing that he was not dead, his face finally relaxed, and with three points of surprise, he let out a long breath and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a little injured, and it's good to recuperate for a few months." ”

"He's better than you say." Simon Blowing Snow said suddenly.

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head helplessly, and said, "So I asked you not to come, but you didn't listen, and you still ordered my acupoint?" ”

"If I hadn't come here, how would I have known that there was such a sword technique in this world?"

A strange emotion appeared on Simon Blowing Snow's cold face, his eyes became very bright, very bright, and he said, "Do you know what will happen to a swordsman if he is defeated? ”

Lu Xiaofeng felt a bad feeling in his heart, and he panicked: "Don't be impulsive!" ”

Simon Fuxue smiled, he rarely smiled, and he laughed in this situation, so his smile contained a bit of sarcasm in the eyes of others.

"A swordsman must not be defeated, if he is defeated......"

Simon Blowing Snow's eyes suddenly brightened, and he said: "If you are defeated, you will only die!" ”

The word death sounded, he suddenly got up, his figure was incredibly fast, Rao is Lu Xiaofeng had already practiced the light skills of the Phoenix Dance for nine days to the peak realm, and he couldn't stop him at all!

The sword erupted in his palm again, and it was just a killing intent in the sword intent, no matter how pure it was, it was full of unwillingness and despair!

The sword is like the person, and the sword does not deceive people at all.

At this moment, the other three people present all understood that Ximen Blowing Snow was no longer going to duel, he was asking for death!

As proud as he is, he can't bear his failures at all, so death, and only death, can make him feel good in his heart.

Lu Xiaofeng watched this scene, the sadness in his heart was beyond words, he knew that he was going to lose his best friend in the next moment, but he couldn't stop it.

If he can stop it, then the other party will not be Simon blowing snow.

And Shangguan Haitang sighed, she sighed for Mo Li before, sighing that a kendo genius was about to fall before he grown, but at this moment, this sigh was replaced by Ximen Blowing Snow.

This time, she knew that soon, there would be one less supreme swordsman in this world.

The pride of a swordsman......

Mo sighed, but he didn't show mercy, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out again.

The meridian sword hummed, and an extremely powerful sword intent erupted in an instant, this sword intent was even more powerful than the majestic sword intent that was just like the Heavenly Pillar toppling!

Sen Sen's sword qi gushed out, and wherever he passed, the earth was cut out of countless deep sword marks!

Sharp, cold, indomitable......

Just looking at this sword, Lu Xiaofeng and Shangguan Haitang were taken away by it, and no matter how much they tried to, they couldn't stop this sword at all!

This is the real god and demon swordsmanship!

However, the two of them naturally did not feel as deep as Ximen Blowing Snow, and under this sword, Ximen Blowing Snow saw the most essential sword intent!

That sword intent, firm, fierce, indomitable, indestructible, that is a terrible sword intent that has been tempered and refined!

No, it wasn't sword intent anymore, it was this young man's heart!

In a trance, Ximen Chuixue has already realized the higher realm of swordsmanship, which is by no means a simple pursuit of killing, the pursuit of fierceness, nor the pursuit of breaking lust, but the sword and the heart, only the sword that fits his own heart, is the real supreme sword!

Chaowen said, you can die at night!

Simon Fuxue closed his eyes with a joyful smile on his face.

For a person like him, who has dedicated his life to the way of the sword, it is worth dying to see the way of the sword!

Gu Qi's sword collided with Mo Li's sword light, and unsurprisingly, he was easily defeated by Mo Li's sword.

Even, in front of that sword light, the long sword in his hand had already been picked up and plunged straight into the ground, making an unwilling buzzing sound.

Poof!

The sound of the long sword entering the flesh sounded, and as the blood light burst out, Lu Xiaofeng had already closed his eyes, and he couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

In this world, who can bear to watch their best friend being killed in front of him?

The blade of the sword cut through the flesh and blood, and had pierced into Ximen Fuxue's chest, and he could even feel the tip of the sword touching his heart, and felt the warm and cold intertwined contradictory touch on the other party's blade.

Is this what death feels like?

In the past, he was the only one to kill others, and this experience was the first time.

It's a pity that there is no chance to step into that realm again.

Ximen Fuxue felt very sorry, this is human nature, always have to look at Shu, after seeing a higher realm of swordsmanship, and thinking that he could climb to that realm in person.

"What does death taste like?"

Just as the thoughts in his heart were surging, he heard a clear male voice in his ears.

He opened his eyes, and it was Mo Li in front of him who spoke.

I'm not dead?

Lowering his head and looking at the sword in front of him, Ximen Fuxue suddenly found that this sword was stabbed in the right chest, and it only entered three inches.

Although the sword qi was awe-inspiring, only a slight amount of qi poured into the body, and it did not cause fatal damage.

As long as you raise it for three or two months, you will definitely be cured.

This is obviously the other party's hand!

"You ......"

A trace of emotion appeared on Simon Blowing Snow's cold face, and he couldn't understand why the person in front of him didn't kill him.

If it is him, it will be Ye Gucheng, this sword will inevitably take people's lives!

"What, do you still want to die?" Mo Li asked with a smile.

Simon Blowing Snow shook his head and said, "Why do you want to do this?" ”

"That's because you have a good friend!"

Mo Li looked at Lu Xiaofeng and said, "Brother Lu, has Mo ever broken his promise?" ”

Lu Xiaofeng also saw Ximen Chuixue's injury clearly at this time, and he was overjoyed, the ups and downs of life are nothing more than this!

He said loudly: "Mo Shaoxia, you are a friend, Lu has made a deal!" ”

Mo Li smiled, pulled out his long sword, put it back in its sheath, and said, "You go." ”

Ximen Fuxue lowered his head, looked at the injury that was still bleeding, and then looked at Lu Xiaofeng, and couldn't help but feel a little touched in his heart.

Although the sword god's swordsmanship is high, he has few poor friends, and the friends who are willing to save his life in a desperate situation are afraid that there is only one Lu Xiaofeng.

However, these complex emotions were suppressed in his heart in an instant.

Ximen Fuxue stood up, and at this moment, he returned to his first appearance, his face was cold, his people were cold, and his heart was even colder.

A lingering chill emanated from the sword god's body, even a few points more than before.

Shangguan Haitang couldn't understand it.

She didn't understand why Ximen Blowing Snow, who had not tasted defeat, was defeated this time, and the sword intent and killing intent on her body had not been reduced by half a point, and she was faintly better than before!

"You spared my life, and I will spare your life in the next duel."

West Gate Snow Blowing Road.

There was a powerful confidence in his voice, just because he saw his own sword path from Mo Li's sword.

He believed that the next time he came to find this person, he would be the one who would win!

And the sword god never owes anyone!

"I'm looking forward to that day." Mo Li replied.

Ximen Fuxue looked at the green-shirted swordsman with a long sword hanging from his waist in front of him, and did not speak again, but stepped forward to retrieve the long sword he had inserted in the ground.

After putting the sword into the sheath, Ximen Fuxue straightened his clothes, bowed respectfully to Mo Li, and then turned around and left without saying a word.

In this process, Mo Li stood there with a big thorn and accepted it calmly.

Of course, he knew why Ximen Fuxue saluted him, and this salute was not for his mercy under the sword, but for his kindness in preaching and teaching!

This famous sword god in the rivers and lakes, although his swordsmanship has reached the point of being extremely clever, it is almost impossible to find anyone in the rivers and lakes who is side by side with him, but his sword intent still has not been able to enter the innate realm.

This is not to blame Simon for blowing snow, how can the innate realm be so easy to enter?

And in this battle with Mo Li, he had to get a glimpse of the path of innate sword intent, and he was naturally grateful to Dade.

However, the path is the path, and it is still unknown whether he can successfully break through this realm.

Mo Li has Zhang Sanfeng's guidance, and has experienced great setbacks, and it has taken three years, not to mention him?

"Mo Shaoxia, I'll go and see him, I'll drink with you another day, and say goodbye!"

Lu Xiaofeng was worried about the snow blowing at the West Gate, and he didn't care about staying longer, so he made a gesture towards Mo Li, and then followed the West Gate to blow the snow and leave.

Mo Li didn't say anything, just returned the favor.

Looking at the backs of the two of them leaving one after the other, Shangguan Haitang's expression was very complicated.

How could she have thought that Mo Li's swordsmanship was so strong that even the dignified sword god was easily defeated under his sword moves!

In time, I'm afraid that even my father-in-law may not be his opponent!

This thought popped up in his mind, thinking of the god-like tall figure, Shangguan Haitang couldn't help but shake his head, trying to drive this thought out of his mind.

How is it possible, there will never be anyone in this world who is stronger than the father-in-law.

She said, "It seems that today, no matter what, I will not be able to fulfill my father's orders." ”

Mo Li suddenly smiled.

He said, "How do you know that I am not willing to accept your invitation?" ”

When Shangguan Haitang heard this, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and said in disbelief: "You want to join the No. 1 village in the world?!" ”

"No, it's six doors." Mo Li said with a smile.

Shangguan Haitang was stunned, she didn't understand why Mo Li agreed to her invitation, with his own martial arts and his swordsmanship, he himself was enough to match a powerful force.

If the four great grandmasters don't make a move, who is his opponent?!

"What do you want?"

Shangguan Haitang asked, she understood that there was no such thing as pie in the sky in this world.

"He is worthy of being a disciple of the Traceless Child, and he is really smart in Bingxue."

Mo Li praised and said, "You tell the Shenhou that I want the thousand-year-old Tianshan Snow Lotus in the palace, and in exchange, I can do three things for him!" ”

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