The shirt is fierce, the sword shadow trembles, and he wants to stop the wind.

The sword shape in the blue robe's eyes was already clear, and the sword shadow in his hand became one, bursting out with endless brilliance, until the bright moon was discolored, the stars were afraid, and the blue robe's body also disappeared on the Wind Stopping Valley.

With a one-handed move, the twelve half-fingered bronze swords circling the sky seemed to be summoned, like a living soul, and swirled towards the fingertips of the hatsman pinching the sword trick.

In a breath, the half-fingered copper sword fell down quickly, lingering on the fingertips of the hat, with a low shout, the twelve half-fingered copper swords actually circled and swirled in front of the hat, and after a few circles, it finally stopped in front of the hat and lined up vertically.

Taking advantage of this gap, the rouge sword master had already held his breath and walked quietly, and he quietly walked to the hat where he was standing a few feet away, but when he saw everything in front of him, he couldn't help but condense his phoenix eyes slightly.

The end is connected, erected in front of the hat, the half-fingered copper sword, with the pair of eyes full of condensation under the hat fell on the copper sword, the half-fingered copper sword was like exposed to the cold ice under the scorching sun, with a speed visible to the naked eye, melted, and the copper water flowed down, swallowing the twelve half-fingered copper swords one by one.

The last copper sword was swallowed to the tip of the sword for a moment, and the battle intent in the eyes of the hat-hatter was also at its peak, and the fingertip sword trick was withdrawn, and a single palm came out, regardless of the high temperature of the copper water that had not yet solidified, and stretched straight into it...

Obviously, the copper water that was boiling and dissolved a moment ago froze in an instant when it met the palm of the hatper, and not only did it not make a sound of scalding the flesh and skin, but it immediately took on the shape of a sword hilt.

With a grip in the palm of his hand, the eyes of the hatholder are also like the blue-robed man, faintly revealing the sword shape, with the hilt of the copper sword in his hand, he pulls away a point, and the sword shape in the pupil is also clear by one inch, until the hat guest completely withdraws the copper sword from the dissolved copper water in front of him, and the sword in the pupil has also been formed, and the eyes are like a sword, reaching the blue-robed figure on the top of the wind valley.

The oblique robe on the body has no wind and is automatic, and the majestic internal force is scattered with the sword qi.

At this moment of tension, the man wearing the hat looked back slightly, and spoke softly, as if he had already discovered the Rouge Sword Master who had been hiding in the Wind Stopping Valley for a long time, and he glanced at it slightly, and landed on the Rouge Sword that had never been unsheathed, and his brows were slightly twisted.

"The realm of martial arts, the difference between clouds and mud..."

When the words came out, the strong sword realm shrouded the land of several zhang instantly, and the rouge sword master who would be close to a few points was shocked on the spot, not to mention that the sword was drawn to each other, that is, the pace of movement was no longer possible, obviously in the dense forest, the rouge sword that drew the sword into the realm, was actually in the sword realm of the hat, like a lamb to be slaughtered...

Although the sword realm shrouded the people who were secretly approaching behind him, the momentum of the right talent to move the internal force at the peak was a little slow, and at this time, at the top of the Wind Stopping Valley, the voice of the blue robe came: "Brother is distracted at this time, it is not a wise move, if I take the opportunity to seize the opportunity, how do you deal with it?" ”

"Are you that kind of person?" Hearing this, the hatsman no longer paid attention to the person behind him who was shocked by his internal force, turned his gaze, and turned to the blue robe at the top of the valley, as if asking each other, but his tone was very relaxed.

"Maybe it's..."The blue robe looked at him with a hint of a smile, all calm.

The enemy is also a close friend, the opponent is also a confidant, between men, there is no need to explain, one glance is enough, in the Valley of the Stopping Wind, the two people who fought for seven days are like this, and the seven-day fierce battle has long been sympathetic to each other, and it is precisely in this way that they should attack each other with all their strength, and Fang Quan respects.

"I learned art at the age of five, and at the age of nine, I didn't know the poison, and then I gave up the poison and practiced the sword, created the Tang Sword Lotus, the sword moves of nine styles, and the twelve copper swords were combined into one, which is the nine-style sword moves into one..."

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the blue robe also put the scarlet illusory in his hand across his chest, and his sword-shaped eyes fell on the illusory long sword.

"Twenty years of sword practice, ten years of travel, occasionally named sword blood, different from you, I... No sword moves... Just because, I have a trick in mind! ”

As soon as these words came out, not only did the eyes of the opponent light up, but the rouge sword master who was intimidated by the sword realm of the hat, and in the phoenix's eyes, he also seemed to have an understanding and fell into contemplation...

"There is no sword in his hand, there is a sword in his heart, there is no trick in his swordsmanship, there is a trick in his heart..."

"When you doubt yourself, you lose..."Just as he was slightly shocked in his heart, the blue robe sighed again.

The rouge sword master in the sword realm, I really didn't expect that the two peerless swordsmen in the Wind Stopping Valley had never even fought each other for the last move, and the victory and defeat had already been separated, and I didn't expect the hatsman to admit defeat was even more refreshing.

"That's right, I lost!"

Hearing this, the rouge sword master was overjoyed, and almost forgot that he was still in the sword realm of the hat, until he could not move his body, and then he woke up, so he calmed down, waiting for the hat-taker who had admitted defeat to withdraw the sword realm, and then when he celebrated for the blue robe, he listened to the hat-taker speak again.

"But I lost in a suitable move."

The rouge sword master was shocked when he heard this, but he really didn't expect that this hatsman had a trick, and he no longer looked at the back of the hatholder, his eyes were full of concern, and he looked at the blue-robed figure.

At this moment, the blue robe, the calm posture is gone, the eyes are full of solemnity, looking at the hat, I saw that the momentum around him has not decreased but increased, and the bronze sword in his hand is like the illusory sword shadow in the hand of the blue robe, gradually becoming illusory.

"I see, no sword is better than a sword, no move is better than a move..."

Whispering to himself, the hat finished speaking, reached out and stroked the bronze sword that had accompanied him for many years, and under the reflection of the Rouge Sword Master's sudden shrinkage of pupils, he suddenly held it, and suddenly broke it... The bronze sword broke silently, then turned into powder and dissipated into the night sky.

Although the sword is broken, the shadow remains.

The bronze sword is like the illusory red sword in the blue robe, completely turning into an illusory sword shadow, the golden glow of the copper sword, shining in the pupils hidden under the hat, and the sword shape condensed in the eyes is completely combined...

More than a month...

Sunset West Mountain, watch the fireworks and sunset, listen to the breeze blowing in the forest, stop the wind in the valley, there is no fierce battle seven days before the moon, only the blue robe and the rouge cloak, lying quietly on the green and enjoying the ultimate scenery in the world.

The blood of the divine soldier is like the sunset, and the sword rouge is like the remnant sun, no longer like before, holding it in the hand of the master, always beware of the treacherous rivers and lakes, but it is inserted upside down on the grass outside the master who is enjoying the world, and quietly watching the comfortable posture of the sword master.

Xu is inverted into the grass for too long, the grass under the soil is wet, loose, when the wind blows the sword again, the sword rouge sword seems to be unable to withstand the power of the breeze, crumbling, fortunately there is still a scarlet long sword into the ground quite deep, for the rouge sword to hold the fall... Just like in the setting sun, he had already sat up, leaning on the back of the blue-robed crimson cloak...

Indulge in the ripples of the sunset and fall into the waves of affection.

The cheek mask of the rouge sword lord has long been removed, and the peerless face, bathed in the sunset, has made the thousands of flowers in the wind valley lose its color, and at this moment the head of the beauty is leaning on the shoulder of the blue robe, the willow eyebrows are slightly frowned, and the phoenix eyes are pupils, reflecting the afterglow of the sunset, flashing a little light.

"If it weren't for that day, you would have received a sword from me and stopped the battle of Wind Valley, you wouldn't have lost..."

The blue robe's eyes reflect the sunset, but they are not like the frowning eyebrows of the girl next to her, but the eyebrows are stretched, the eyes are condensed, and the smile is full: "Look at the most beautiful flowers in the world, enjoy the most beautiful scenery in the world..."

Meaningful, his eyes moved slightly, and the eyes of the girl next to him were met, meaningful: "In my heart... What does it matter if you win or lose? ”

I don't know if it's the sunset, or if I feel the affection of the blue robe, the girl's beautiful face, and the color of the afterglow: "I don't know how many girls you have said sweet words with your mouth..."

"The sky can see, I, Murong Fengling, have never been a person of rhetoric..."Hearing this, the blue robe hurriedly opened his mouth to explain.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, the girl couldn't hide the smile in her heart, and the corners of her lips outlined the crescent moon, but then she pretended to be serious: "At this moment, I am talking about it." ”

"I... I..."Murong Fengling is not only extremely high in martial arts, but also good at speaking, but when facing the girl in front of him, he is speechless, and his face is also dyed with afterglow.

How could the girl not understand Murong Fengling's intentions, she covered her lips and smiled: "That's it... Well, I know that..."

Seeing the girl's smile, Murong Fengling breathed a sigh of relief, and was also laughed at by Shicai's stupid appearance.

After a smile and laughter, it has returned to the mountain at sunset, although this scene is ordinary, but for the people in the rivers and lakes, sacrificing their lives to fight, intrigue, how can they be free, enjoying the scenery and romance, Murong Fengling hurriedly turned his head to capture the rare scene, and the girl followed, until the sun and the moon rose, and the scenery was still the same.

"Do you know what the rivers and lakes are talking about you now?" The girl still seems to have a knot.

The blue robe knew that if she didn't untie this knot, she was afraid that she would feel uneasy, so she smiled and said: "It's nothing more than Murong Fengling, who fought fiercely for seven days, lost to Tang Jiu's hands, and lost his ranking on the Ling Jue list..."

In the girl's eyes, she was indignant: "It is rumored that the rivers and lakes are all rumored, you have a strange personality, although you have a high talent in martial arts, but you have a strong desire to win or lose, and you can't accept your defeat, you are already crazy!" ”

"Hahaha... Going crazy is also a way to get out..."Murong Fengling laughed at the sky.

"You still have the heart to laugh, if Tang Jiu didn't look at your sword, how could the martial realm take another step forward and stabilize the realm of the grandmaster, you were slandered like this, but he became a turtle with a shrunken head, and he didn't say a word! Outrageous! Seeing that her sweetheart didn't care so much, the girl was not only angry, but pointed the finger at the hatholder.

Seeing the girl's anger, Murong Fengling hurriedly hid his smile and opened his mouth to defend the person who defeated him.

"He's not... Qiyun people, in the Valley of the Wind that day, have already made it clear that after me, it will be from Kurong, but I heard that after leaving Kurong from Chuangwang and leaving the villa, he will retreat... Presumably, he pounced and returned to the Southern Tang Dynasty, so he didn't know what was going on in Qi Yun Martial Arts..."

Before the words fell, she was interrupted by the girl's anger, as if she couldn't get angry, and the girl's willow eyebrows were upside down: "You don't care, but how can my Chen Rouge man allow these rivers and lakes to be small..."

Before the words were about to come out, Chen Rouge suddenly felt that the air was stagnant, as if under the moonlight, everything stopped, the breeze disappeared, and the insects chirped...

"Oops, no, no, no... I'm in a hurry, what did I say..."The girl who consciously lost her words, closed her eyes and secretly thought, her pretty face suddenly turned red, if it wasn't for the cover of the night, she went straight to find a hole in the ground and drilled into it, so as to hide the embarrassment in her heart.

The willow tops on the moon, and the beauties are shy at night.

Murong Fengling took the girl's slender hand and said softly: "Don't worry, these rumors will go away with time, and those who are clear will clear themselves, so they don't have to be disturbed by them." ”

was held by the hand, the girl's face was even more red, she had long forgotten the anger in Shicai's heart, and asked in a low voice: "You don't care about fame or gain or loss, what do you care about?" ”

The girl's question was in the heart of Murong Fengling, temporarily suppressed the love in her eyes, and turned to the long sword behind her, the scarlet color, like human blood, so dazzling, just like when she traveled through the rivers and lakes, she saw the ordinary people who were displaced and their families were ruined in the battle of Qi and Jin...

"What do you care about...", he muttered several times, and he already had the answer in his heart.

"I care about the peace of the world, and I care that there are no more suffering people in this world... I care about the long sword in my hand to cut the injustices in the world... The great man of chivalry, for the country and the people! ”

After finishing speaking, she saw the girl beside her, as if she was stunned, and suddenly understood her thoughts, Murong Fengling, the smile on the corner of her lips reappeared, and she continued to speak.

"That was before, and now I care about more..."

When the girl heard this, her phoenix eyes lit up slightly, and she met the blue robe, knowing the answer, but she asked knowingly.

"What is it?"

The blue-robed eyes were as bright and pure as the stars in the sky, and the answer was equally pure, just a simple word.

"You..."

"Borrowing the past of Murong Fengling, I write the ability of "immortals" and the righteousness of "chivalry" in a book."