One river and lake can't accommodate two peerless sword cultivators, such as Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow, such as Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan, and the current Huai Zhi'an and Xie Xiaofeng.

The reason why Xie Xiaofeng buried the sword was that he had reached a state where he no longer needed a sword, and he was invincible in the world, so why use a sword? Second, after the death of his wife, he was also full of grief and happiness, and buried his deceased wife with a sword in his life, hoping that in another world, his sword could still protect the other party safe and sound.

But now, Xie Xiaofeng re-excavated the sword that was buried by his own hands, just because of the arrival of Huai Zhi'an!

"I'm sorry, just let me hold my sword one last time."

Xie Xiaofeng looked at the grave apologetically, this was his promise to the young man in front of him.

The plain white wildflowers on the grave swayed slightly in the gentle evening breeze, and they didn't seem to mind.

Xie Xiaofeng smiled lightly and turned his head to look at Huai Zhi'an.

Between sword cultivation, what is more direct than teaching by words and deeds?

Huai Zhi'an also understood this truth, took a deep breath, and was absolutely calm between his eyebrows.

Immediately, raise your sword!

In the face of this emperor of the sword, it is impossible to take it too seriously.

At this time, Xie Xiaofeng just looked at Huai Zhi'an quietly, with a surging smile in his old eyes.

At this moment, under the Cuiyun Peak, in front of the green water lake, all the changes in the wind and clouds have been temporarily solidified.

Looking at each other, countless turbulent currents surged under the calm surface of the lake.

The sword shook in the sheath, and the murderous spirit flowed in the box!

The curtain hadn't really lifted, but the blood had already penetrated into the Excalibur Villa with the setting sun.

And as the sunset faded, the fight of the sword had quietly settled.

Xie Xiaofeng stood there quietly with his sword in his hand, and then put it into its sheath.

Xie Xiaofeng turned around, looked at the young man who was sitting on the ground and smiled bitterly, and exclaimed, "What an amazing sword path!" ”

Although he could slightly figure out the strength of the other party from the sword intent, when he really fought, he knew how powerful the young sword cultivator in front of him was.

"It's unbelievable that cold as wind and snow, arrogant as clouds, and my sword moves, three completely different sword paths, exist in you at the same time."

Ordinary people can't practice one kind of kendo to the peak in their entire life, but this young man is involved in three completely different kendo at the same time, Xie Xiaofeng felt a little stunned.

"But I still lost to you."

Huai Zhi'an stood up with his sword, looked down at his slightly trembling right hand, and shook his head with a wry smile,

He lost, and he lost.

Truth be told, he's never been defeated since he realized the fact that he could be strong.

But now facing Xie Xiaofeng, under the collision of swords and swords, he lost so directly and simply.

The sword god smiled, the flying immortals outside the sky, the earth broke the sky, the heaven and the earth were afraid of burning, and the three sword moves that had been invincible since he had mastered them were all displayed by him, but the final result was only to delay the fact that Xie Xiaofeng's sword was in front of his throat.

After three moves, he lost.

"Why?" Huai Zhi'an raised his head and asked puzzled.

Xie Xiaofeng just smiled, and after glancing at the sky, he casually put the long sword on the table, and then said, "Don't sit on the ground, get up first, clean up, and prepare to make dinner." ”

Huai Zhi'an was a little confused.

"Old man, it's hard to cook alone, young man, there's no free lunch in the world." Xie Xiaofeng laughed, and became a twilight old man living in the dilapidated villa again, no longer the peerless elegance he had when he just swung his sword.

Helpless, Huai Zhi'an could only get up and do the same, put the saber aside, and followed Xie Xiaofeng to the kitchen.

Although he lived in seclusion alone, Xie Xiaofeng planted a lot of flowers, fruits and vegetables in the villa, and there were many types.

Xie Xiaofeng was also not polite, eating and drinking, and had a full meal under the moonlight.

"Haha, I can't imagine that your kid's skills are so outstanding, should I say that you are worthy of practicing swords? The kitchen knife skills are also so good. ”

Huai Zhi'an snorted coldly: "Then why can't you do it?" ”

The third young master of the famous Divine Sword Villa, who is now stomping his feet, and the entire rivers and lakes are trembling, can't even cook.

It's not that it can't be done at all, it can only be said that the dog doesn't eat it!

Fortunately, the third young master had experienced in the market back then, and any food could be satisfied, otherwise he would starve to death in front of this green lake sooner or later.

"Alas, the young are noble, food, clothing, shelter and transportation, there are people to serve me, I just need to practice the sword; After that, he traveled the world and never cooked himself; Later, I married Qiu Di, and her craftsmanship was also excellent, and I didn't have a chance until she left, and I didn't explore and practice by myself until she left. Xie Xiaofeng sighed.

Huai Zhi'an looked amazed: "So your current level is still the result of you practicing for so many years and two years?" ”

Xie Xiaofeng smiled, and even looked a little smug.

The corners of Huai Zhi'an's mouth twitched, and he was convinced.

Is this the benefit of cultivating to a high level? At least you won't die of food poisoning easily.

"So you've eaten and eaten now, so it's time to talk about it, right?" Huai Zhi'an looked serious.

This little sword, which represents Xie Xiaofeng, actually has a second chance to enter.

The spirit of the beginning of man may account for a large part of the reason, but Huai Zhi'an feels that the spirit of the beginning of man is not the whole of the reason.

More of it, maybe it's in Xie Xiaofeng.

Especially after fighting Xie Xiaofeng, Huai Zhi'an himself was vaguely aware of something.

Xie Xiaofeng lay down on the rattan chair, his eyes fell on the bright starry sky, and he sighed comfortably before speaking: "Don't you feel it yourself?" Even if it's just a little. ”

"If the master of these two sword moves is here, to be honest, I may not be able to win easily, but do you know why you are stronger than them, but you lose faster?"

Huai Zhi'an was silent.

Xie Xiaofeng sighed, closed his eyes leisurely, and gently tapped his fingertips on the wooden table beside him.

It is played in the minor tune of the rivers and lakes, and it looks more and more desolate and cold in this dilapidated manor.

The wisps of trill, accompanied by Xie Xiaofeng's soft play, reached Huai Zhi'an's ears.

"Those who learn from me live, and those who resemble me die."

Huai Zhi'an sat there, hugging his knees and listening quietly, the starlight in the sky was on his eyelashes, he closed his eyes slightly, and he didn't open them for a long time.

The sky is long, and the cirrus clouds are ethereal.

The snow has been falling for half a month, and the sky seems to be leaking, and it is endless.

The tall cedar trees in the mountain lodge support snow-white clouds in the air, and beyond the clouds is a low-pressure sky.

The goose-feathered snow fell from the sky like a big curtain and fell on the nearby frozen green water lake, and when the cold wind blew, the outline of everything in the world could not be seen clearly.

Snowflakes flew in the air, falling into the Excalibur Villa, and also on the two staggered and separated figures.

There will be no thunder tomorrow, but there will be thunder and rumbling on the ground in a silent place, echoing throughout the Cuiyun Peak.

"Still won't work."

Huai Zhi'an clenched the hilt of his sword and pursed his lips lightly.

Half! Half a year!

He has challenged Xie Xiaofeng countless times, but under thousands of encounters, he has been defeated thousands of times.

"Yes, it's only been half a year, and your progress is amazing enough." Xie Xiaofeng spat out a mouthful of white mist and smiled and put his sword into the sheath.

Huai Zhi'an glanced at the other party, a little distressed: "But if I want to defeat you, it's not enough." ”

Xie Xiaofeng smiled: "Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, young man, please come over again, why don't you eat first to fill your stomach?" I caught a pheasant yesterday, just to make up for you. ”

Huai Zhi'an squinted at Xie Xiaofeng: The chicken I caught in the mountain, the mountain spring water I picked, and the stewed chicken soup, if you don't make it up for me, who else do you want to make it up?

The wind blew the snow and the sky was silent, and in the illusory snow scene, Xie Xiaofeng tasted a mouthful of extremely delicious chicken soup, and he didn't know how many times he sighed at the strength of the other party's cooking skills.

"Compared to your unbearable kendo, it's better to change your career to become a cook."

"Is it that bad?"

Even if Xie Xiaofeng said so, Huai Zhi'an was not angry.

The thousands of failures in half a month have already made his mentality completely flattened.

"It's not that bad, but at least your cooking is your own, isn't it?" Xie Xiaofeng said with a smile.

Huai Zhi'an had nothing to say.

Quietly glanced at Huai Zhi'an, who was a little muffled, and Xie Xiaofeng reluctantly put down the bowl.

"Exactly the same sword moves, why do you always fall behind?"

Huai Zhi'an thought for a while: "Because this sword move was created by you, you can play its strongest posture." ”

The earth is shattered, and the heavens and the earth are afraid of burning.

The same move, every time Huai Zhi'an used it, no matter how he looked at it, he thought that there was no difference between him and the sword that Xie Xiaofeng swung.

But the problem is that every time the swords are staggered, it is he who loses.

This point, Huai Zhi'an was puzzled.

"That's right."

Xie Xiaofeng nodded Huai Zhi'an.

"The sword move I created, the sword I have at my fingertips, is the peak, or even far beyond the peak, and such a move, in your hands, can only exert eighty percent of the power of the peak." Xie Xiaofeng looked at Huai Zhi'an seriously.

"How do you win?"

Huai Zhi'an nodded, because what the other party said was the truth.

The same sword move, in Xie Xiaofeng's hands, is unparalleled in the world, peerless, and one sword is cold in fourteen states!

In his hands, it looks exactly the same, but whether it is Shen Yun or power, it seems to be a lot worse.

"So, why is that?"

Huai Zhian hesitated: "Maybe my understanding of kendo is not as good as yours?" ”

"Wrong!"

Xie Xiaofeng impatiently knocked on the edge of the bowl with a fast son.

"Big mistake!"

"Didn't those two teachers of yours teach you this?"

He could naturally see that the Sword God Smile and Flying Immortals that Huai Zhi'an had cast were not created by him, but came from sword cultivation of the same level as him.

At least not sword cultivation in this world!

Huai Zhi'an laughed: "No, they just taught me sword tricks......"

"That's really a mistake." Xie Xiaofeng sighed.

Huai Zhi'an smiled bitterly and didn't speak, it wasn't the fault of those two, after all, before he met the spirit of the beginning of the people, every time he just entered the world of the little sword, and then learned a trick and left, there was no way to communicate with Ximen Fuxue or Ye Gucheng.

"Please also ask my seniors to teach me!" Huai Zhi'an said seriously.

Xie Xiaofeng thought about it, picked up his sword, and walked towards the outside of the Divine Sword Villa.

"Follow me."

The Third Young Master, who had never stepped out of the Divine Sword Villa for decades, now walked down Cuiyun Peak in this winter and came to the frozen green water lake.

Xie Xiaofeng put his hands behind his back and turned his back to Huai Zhi'an, but his voice accurately fell into Huai Zhi'an's ears: "There are some things, I tell you, of course, it is okay, but the effect must always be discounted, and it will also have an impact on your path to the top." ”

"Now I give you two choices, one is that I will tell you your shortcomings, and you can find a way to correct them yourself......"

"I'll choose the second option!"

Huai Zhi'an didn't think about it, and spoke firmly.

"If I can't figure out what the problem is, then my kendo will never be able to reach the same height as your predecessors, and I will not become a sword cultivator who can stand shoulder to shoulder with my predecessors, or even surpass my predecessors."

Hearing this, the corners of the old man's mouth, who was facing away from Huai Zhi'an, curled slightly, and then spoke:

"In that case, then you see, everything is in these two swords!"

The wind and snow had gradually subsided, but the moment Xie Xiaofeng opened his hands, a cold wind suddenly rose, blowing up the snow on the ground.

The endless momentum that is inexhaustible makes it difficult for people to breathe!

Xie Xiaofeng's movement of raising his sword was very light, but his sword qi was extremely heavy, and the heaviness made the frozen green water lake in the distance crack.

The amorous swordsman is ruthless sword, but when its edge is most exposed, it is the edge that is restricted, but the sword that is enough to amaze time is not covered by dust and time after all.

When Xie Xiaofeng seriously took out the sword, the endless sword qi turned into a colorful uproar and fell, the dazzling sword light was as eye-catching as the most chilling cold star in the night sky, so fast that people couldn't catch its trajectory, when this sword light fell, the whole world was shaky...

The earth shatters the heavens - the heavens and the earth are burning, this is Xie Xiaofeng's sword skills.

When his sword is terrible, it can seal the ten directions and frighten Kyushu.

But sometimes, when his sword is gentle, it's like a warm spring breeze.

It is both ruthless and affectionate, but whether it is an amorous sword or a ruthless sword, it makes Huai Zhi'an feel a chill.

This is the sword rhyme that belongs to Xie Xiaofeng alone, and no one can imitate it.

The picture of Xie Xiaofeng's sword seemed to turn into an extremely rich aura, enveloping Huai Zhi'an's heart, making his whole person seem to be in a world left, the sword light that frightened Kyushu, the sword qi that spanned 100,000 miles, and the sword shadow like Luoying...

"And a sword!"

Xie Xiaofeng's movements did not stop, and the sound of the sword woke up Huai Zhi'an, who was a little stunned, again.

Under Huai Zhi'an's gaze, the sword intent on Xie Xiaofeng's body suddenly changed.

In the wind and snow, Xie Xiaofeng, who was dressed in thin cloth, was expressionless, took a deep breath, exhaled another breath, and took a step towards the green water lake.

With this step, the temperature of heaven and earth dropped suddenly, and an incomparably fierce sword intent aura burst out from Xie Xiaofeng's body, just like the yin wind from the Nine Shadows of Hell, roaring between heaven and earth, and the wind and snow in the entire heaven and earth rolled upside down, screaming bitterly and angrily.

Huai Zhi'an's heart instantly lifted, because of this sword, he had never seen Xie Xiaofeng use it!

Airplanes!

Affected by this sword intent, Huai Zhi'an retreated a few steps, his eyes were full of shock, at this moment, Xie Xiaofeng was no longer the gentle sword emperor, but a sword god who had returned from the abyss of hell, and his gestures had terrifying power.

Even the eyes showed a hint of madness!

This is almost impossible for Xie Xiaofeng.

Huai Zhi'an's eyes flickered for a moment, and at this moment, Xie Xiaofeng's figure disappeared, and in his place, there was an endless Xiao Xiao Muye.

In the autumn breeze, there was a person standing, dressed in black, a very cold and quiet person.

He stood there as if he had merged with the ink of the earth, and under the leaves was a hot corpse.

The man raised his eyes and looked at Huai Zhi'an.

A cold sword intent permeated Huai Zhi's head, and Huai Zhi struck a fierce spirit.

He knew who this man was......

Yan Thirteen!

Xie Xiaofeng said that Yan Shisan's sword has reached the extreme of killing, so Yan Shisan's sword is a sword of killing, without pure color, just to kill!

Now what Xie Xiaofeng is using is Yan Shisan's swordsmanship!

Zheng –

Xie Xiaofeng took out his sword, and with a soft snort, the slightly cold air between the wind and snow was pierced.

A very simple sword, but also a very ordinary sword.

This kind of sword can be easily avoided by many people.

But this is such a swordsmanship, it is Yan Shisan's swordsmanship.

Huai Zhi'an suddenly felt very cold, not the sword light that tore through the void, nor the wind and snow around him, he had been standing here for a long time, and he couldn't detect the chill brought by the wind and snow for a long time, and this chill came from his heart, making his body stiff, this feeling was very strange, but it was real.

Obviously, this sword was not swung at him, but at this moment, that sword light seemed to be close in front of him, more solemn, more awe-inspiring!

Countless terrible sword roars filled the heavens and the earth, looking extremely terrifying, like the roar and roar of ghosts and gods, like the man returning from hell and swinging his sword again in the world!

A snowflake fell on Huai Zhi'an's palm.

Huai Zhi'an looked down, first stunned, and then raised his head, his face full of astonishment.

Because the snow at this time is completely still in the air!

Not only the snow, but also the green water lake, the Cuiyun Peak, and even the Divine Sword Villa, and even the entire heaven and earth, all seemed to have been cut away by a sword, and they were still.

The moment Xie Xiaofeng put the sword into the sheath, time began to flow again.

Under Huai Zhi'an's gaze, the heavy snow was more than twice as dense as just now!

The snowflake that lay in the palm of his hand and had not yet melted had been split in two.

The whole world, the heavy snow that covered everything, was cut in two at this time.

The snowflake has never melted, just because it is "dead", and the whole snow is dead.

was cut off by someone, and life was cut off.

Huai Zhi'an was shocked, because in this world, there is no so-called cultivation, only the purest sword.

In other words, at this time, Xie Xiaofeng, with his sword alone, can cut off a long river of time?

If Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is flawless and brilliant; Ximen Blowing Snow's swordsmanship is sharp and sharp, which can move the immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods; Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship is natural, and there is no trace to be found; That Yan Thirteen's swordsmanship is the ultimate death sword path - absolute stillness, extinction of vitality.

This is a pure sword, the sword is killed, and it will not stop until it is slaughtered!

"Don't stick to sword moves, see what you see, and get a glimpse of the truth."

Xie Xiaofeng's voice sounded a little tired, but he still reminded.

Huai Zhi'an nodded, and sat cross-legged directly in front of his knees.

Huai Zhi'an closed his eyes, and his mind turned over and over the two sword lights of Xie Xiaofeng just now.

It's sword light, but it's not just sword light.

There is something deeper, what Xie Xiaofeng wants to tell him.

"So, what do these two swords have in common?"

Huai Zhi'an's face was calm, and he seemed to have entered a very peculiar state.

This is a very strange state of mind, as if forgetting the honor and disgrace of the world, the clouds are rolling around, and ignoring everything in the world.

But this is not a kind of ruthlessness, but a kind of suddenness, which makes people feel terrible.

I don't know how long it took, a mountain, a river, a person, a sword, Huai Zhi'an learned the sword in the autumn wind, the sword in the winter snow, the sword in the spring rain, and the sword in the summer sun.

Until the moment when Huai Zhi'an was submerged, Huai Zhi'an finally opened his eyes and sighed.

"It turns out that Kendo is fearless."