"Some say my sword is a fast sword, some say my sword is a perfect sword, and some say it is a merciless sword.

None of these statements are very accurate, because my sword can be fast or slow, absolute or slow, cold and ruthless, and merciful, all in my heart.

My sword is a sword to win, and I draw my sword to win, which sounds vulgar and insults the pursuit of kendo and martial arts.

But I never feel vulgar, because anyone draws a sword to win, even when Dugu seeks defeat and makes a move, it is always to achieve victory.

When my goal is to win, then no matter what kind of opponent he is, I can draw my sword out of the sheath, and there will be no stagnation of true qi or change of mood.

The winner wins, the winner lives, and the loser dies.

Twenty years ago, I couldn't duel with Yanagi with a sword, and when we meet twenty years later, this battle is inevitable! ”

As he spoke, Xue Yiren swallowed the last piece of perch into his stomach, and his qi changed from cold to warlike.

Liu Sheng slowly walked into the woods with a sword, his dark robe with a hellish murderous intent, he no longer had any nostalgia in the world, and his life had long belonged to the sword technique.

"Xue Yiren?"

"Yanagi a sword?"

"Twenty years ago, I should have fought you."

"It's too late to say that."

"It's not too late, time doesn't mean anything to me, you think it's now, but I think it's twenty years ago, it's the completion of the unfinished battle."

Yanagi Yijian's tone was very sincere.

No matter how martial arts he is, he is still a mortal person after all, and he is born in the world, without friends and enemies, which is too sad.

Yanagi mentioned twenty years ago because it was the most nostalgic day of his life.

When he forgets this time, his sword skills will be completely completed, and at the same time, this magic knife that the gods block and kill the gods and Buddhas will also kill the last person.

- Himself!

Xue Yiren didn't know Liu Sheng's idea of a sword, and the two were by no means rivals who sympathized with each other.

However, Xue Yiren knew very well that Liu Sheng mentioned twenty years ago with a sword, not because he still lived twenty years ago, but because he no longer cared about failure.

Only people who don't care about success or failure will regard failure as the most nostalgic memory in this life.

The autumn wind is like a knife, and the cold fog is gradually rising.

Xue Yiren was dressed in white like snow, standing quietly under a hundred-year-old plane tree, as if he was a Nine Shadows Ice Phoenix from hell, wanting to bring death to the world.

Liu Sheng's sword was as black as ink, his right hand was gently held on the handle of the knife, and his whole body was surrounded by a suffocating dead air, which was even colder than Xue Yiren.

He is like a piece of ice, a piece of ice that will not melt for thousands of years, which can freeze people's souls.

He just stood there casually, every part of his body seemed to be empty, and Xue Yiren's sword could pierce any part of his body at will.

But if Xue Yiren really drew his sword, the consequence would be that at the moment when the sword qi came to him, he would be cut in half by Liu Sheng's sword swing, and similarly, if Liu Sheng slashed at Xue Yiren with a sword, he would also be pierced by the sword qi.

The two martial arts elites are fast and ruthless people, but they can't snatch the first move at this moment, of course, they can't strike later, and the succession is meaningless to them.

Li Jinyu sat on a big tree, and her qi was constricted in her body, like a piece of rotten wood.

Masters must pay full attention, Li Jinyu is a witness to the duel between the two, but there must be no interference, otherwise this battle will become meaningless.

The victor will not have joy, only melancholy, and the loser can only go to the underworld with regrets.

Therefore, Li Jinyu turned into a rotten wood, which would neither disturb the breeze, nor shake the fallen leaves, or even the flowing clouds in the sky, nor would it change because of Li Jinyu.

A yellow leaf fell silently.

The strong clash, the sympathy between heaven and man, this yellow leaf fell because of the qi of the two, and it happened to be in the middle of the two.

The yellow leaves were tumbling and spinning, falling slowly, and everyone understood that the moment the yellow leaves fell in front of them was the moment when the two of them took out their swords, but Liu Sheng's sword and Xue Yiren's height were different, and Liu Sheng's sword was slightly taller.

Even if the height difference is only half an inch, in a duel where every second counts, it is the difference between heaven and earth.

Yanagi drew his sword.

A dazzling red glow swept between the heavens and the earth, as if the sky had been cut in half, and the white clouds had sliced through it, spilling a little blood and sprinkling the torrent of hell like a waterfall.

"Zheng!"

The sword seemed to pluck the strings between heaven and earth, emitting a breathtaking magic sound, and the violent killing intent frantically hit Xue Yiren's mind, and Xue Yiren's eyes were no longer autumn leaves jungle, but a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Boom!"

Xue Yiren drew his sword.

His sword was four inches longer than an ordinary sword, not to pursue an inch long and an inch stronger, but such a sword was the most suitable for him, and it fit perfectly with his height and arm length.

The divine soldiers are not the stronger the better, but the more suitable for themselves, the better, there are hundreds of divine soldiers in the world, why is Sword Casting City still a holy place for swordsmen? Because Sword Forge City can tailor the most suitable sword for swordsmen.

The newborn Excalibur is like a baby waiting to be fed, nourished by the sword energy and sword intent of the swordsman.

How far the sword can grow depends entirely on the swordsman, which is what most swordsmen look forward to the most, and the same is true for the sword of Xue Yiren.

The sword in his hand was when he debuted, and he rushed to Sword Casting City in person to ask the master of Sword Casting City to cast it.

Thirty years have passed, and this sword has been stained with the blood of countless masters, and it has long been integrated with Xue Yiren.

As soon as Xue Yiren's mind moved, the sword had automatically fallen into his hand, and the sword light lit up like lightning, and between the lightning and flint, six swords were stabbed at Liu Sheng's sword.

There is nothing peculiar about his moves, but they are incredibly fast, and among the master swordsmen Li Jinyu has seen in his life, Xue Yiren is the fastest to shoot his sword.

The smoke of the ancient tomb is not counted!

It is the people who pass away quickly, not the sword!

Xue Yiren's speed is the sword.

There is no Ximen Blowing Snow Essence, not as lofty as Ye Gucheng, no Yan Shisan's killing intent, compared to Dugu's defeat, there is still a long distance, but his sword is fast, fast beyond the limit of his body.

Just like Chu Liuxiang's light skills, Lu Xiaofeng's fingers, when Xue Yiren took out the sword, the blade of the sword became empty, as ethereal as a cloud.

The sword qi is like the water of the Yellow River, endless, and like a monstrous tsunami, it is out of control.

The swords and swords slammed together.

This is a moment that awe-inspiring people, but also an earth-shattering moment, when the haze of heaven and earth suddenly shines brightly, as if falling goose feathers of snow.

After twenty years, the katana and the sword finally collided together, and the first encounter between blood and snow was also the extreme bloom of the light of the two masters' hearts.

Yanagi Yijian only felt that every muscle in his body was trembling, he longed for this feeling, and the hot blood flowing in his body desperately longed for a stronger impact.

Xue Yiren has no sorrow or joy, and nothing can shake his heart until the sword and sword are divided.

The sword light unfolded like a dragon, and the two figures leaped in the sword light, black clothes and white robes, blood and snow, converging into a scene of light and darkness converging, stepping on the snow and looking for plum blossoms.

The sword can't suppress the sword qi, and the sword qi can't suppress the blood-colored sword, and the two diametrically opposed strong moves actually merged into one and turned into an extremely cold killing machine.

Li Jinyu suddenly found that he seemed to underestimate Liu Sheng's sword, and his sword skills continued to improve with the battle, like a beast that had unshackled.

Not only did he underestimate Yanagi Yijian himself, but he also underestimated the katana in his hand, which had obviously gone through countless killings, and there were no less than a thousand souls under the sword.

Liu Sheng Yijian is a martial arts person, not a veteran general who fights on the battlefield, and it is already a complete horror to be able to cause such damage, if you have to give this knife an evaluation, it is even better than the gentle knife.

This knife is just a hundred refined iron casting, and it would have been cut off a long time ago, but the owner of the knife is Yanagi Yijian, which makes this knife shine brightly.

Only Yagyu Ichiken can use this sword, and only this knife can give full play to Yagyu Ichiken's swordsmanship.

When Yanagi's sword falls, the sword will lose all its sharpness and disappear with the wind, turning into dust.

Being able to warm up the ordinary refined iron knife to such an extent, Liu Sheng's sword is really like a god.

The earth under the feet cracked inch by inch, spreading out circles and circles, with the two of them as the center, spreading in all directions, spreading sixty or seventy zhang in an instant.

The flowers and trees along the way have all turned into powder.

Li Jinyu stepped down from the trees, and he could not escape the fate of destruction, because Li Jinyu could not make a move, and he could not cause the slightest interference in the fight between the two.

Li Jinyu resisted the wind and condensed the clouds, and condensed the clouds under her feet by coaxing the children to have fun on weekdays.

It seems that it is an immortal who soars through the clouds and mist, but in fact it is just a martial arts method, similar to Li Shenzhou's Void Riding Void Peerless Wonder, all of which are void levitation.

The wind blows, rolling up the yellow leaves all over the sky.

Xue Yiren controlled the sword light and flew into the air, like a rapid shock, everything in the world seemed to have disappeared, only the shocking sword light.

This is not a mirror flower, nor is it that the yellow leaves in the sky have really disappeared, just because Liu Sheng's sword must be fully focused on this, not by sight, only by God.

Liu Sheng's eyes only have a sword, only the simple and clumsy, but lightning fast sword.

The sword glowed with gray swords, cutting through the lines that transcended the beauty of the world, with the truth of heaven and earth, and the beautiful lines were more poignant than the autumn sunset leaves.

It is obviously a fast and accurate swordsmanship, but it has a picturesque beauty, like a great painter who is good at wonderful brushwork, splashing ink and brushing dragons and snakes.

The ink rhyme is thick, the momentum is majestic, but it is done in one go, which makes people feel more and more incredible.

If you do it quickly, you are familiar with it, and if you do it well, you can call it a good hand, and if you do it quickly and well, it is a real master and a wonderful hand, and it can be called peerless.

Yanagi Yijian doesn't know how to appreciate calligraphy and painting, but he knows how to appreciate martial arts, and the more he looks at it, the more he feels happy.

With a slight flip of his wrist, he made a clear sound like a dragon's roar and a tiger's roar, as if it was a spell from the eighteenth layer of hell, and it was like a heavenly sound from beyond the clouds of the nine heavens.

The blade glowed with terrible blood, rushing like a thousand feet of waterfall, making a sound of thousands of troops crashing and roaring, and the murderous aura stained half of the sky.

"Bell!"

The swords clashed, and the spirit flew.

Ten thousand points of starlight suddenly flashed in the blue sky and daylight, and it seemed to be the lights of thousands of homes in the city, and the bright lights and smoke condensed into a stream, turning into a sword qi of the gods.

Li Jinyu's eyes narrowed slightly, knowing that the battle had reached the most fierce moment at this time, Liu Sheng's sword and Xue Yiren had already drawn the bowstring, and it was like a dam full of river water, and with a light touch, it was a thunderbolt.

It seems that it is not triggered, but in fact it has to be triggered.

Their qi has been fused together, and they will make a move at the slightest movement, and whoever takes half a step back, or has the heart to retreat, will be killed by the enemy.

They had no reason to retreat.

Liu Sheng has no worries with a sword, if he dies under Xue Yiren's sword, he will only feel that he has no regrets in this life.

Xue Yiren also has no worries, and can devote himself to being a "Xue Yiren", instead of the owner of Xue Zhuang.

"Wave!"

There was a sound of water bubbles bursting in the air, and between the thunder and lightning, the two divine weapons slammed together with extreme ferocity, making a breathtaking explosion.

Xue Yiren's sword turned into thousands of sword qi, like Zhou Tian Xingchen, changing all the time, as if there had never been any change, in the balance of change and change, movement and immobility, the sword blade turned into moonlight.

When the moonlight is sprinkled on the body, the sword qi will also fall on the body, the moonlight is everywhere, and the sword energy is also everywhere, what in the world can block the moonlight?

Seeing Xue Yiren's wonderful sword, Li Jinyu couldn't help but applaud it, fortunately, he had arranged a soundproof air cover in advance, and he would never interfere with the two of them in any way, and the slightest interference was a crime.

Liu Sheng's face turned red, although his martial arts were good inside and out, but he couldn't stop the moonlight.

You can't block, you can only attack!

The blood-colored cold light rose into the sky, and the blade turned into an eerie and terrifying blood moon, like the pupils of a demon.

The snow-bright blade is like a deep pool, and the blood-colored knife is the crescent moon reflected in the water, like a mirror flower and a moon, close at hand but far away from the end of the world.

The moment the swords collided, Liu Sheng's saber exploded, but he turned his palm into a knife, and with a slight wave of the air flow, it was a sword qi three or four zhang long.

Liu Sheng Yijian has no relatives, no friends, and now even his own blade has been abandoned, he has given up everything, only this ruthless sword is left.

Ruthless, selfless, invincible and fearless.

Liu Sheng's eyes turned blood-red, blood and tears flowed from his eyes, his sight, hearing, and sense of smell had been destroyed by the sword qi, and he could only grasp the ethereal and penetrating sword light like moonlight with his spiritual sense.

"Whew!"

Yanagi's sword was pierced through the chest by the sword.

"Poof!"

Xue Yiren received a slap in the chest.

"Good...... Sword...... Law ......"

Yanagi slowly spat out three words with a sword, and then lay on the ground, forever losing his breath.

Blood overflowed from the corners of Xue Yiren's mouth, the sword in his hand cracked inch by inch, and the autumn wind blew and turned into smoke and dust.

Li Jinyu flew down from the tree, raised his hand and pointed a few fingers at Xue Yiren, and used a yang finger to heal him.

Xue Yiren sighed: "Ruthless knife, what a ruthless and selfless ruthless knife, Liu Sheng's sword is worthy of Dongying's genius, and his sword technique has reached a dead end." ”

Li Jinyu said: "Because of this, he needs to challenge the strong, use the pressure of life and death, to find an opportunity to break through, even if he is not dead today, even if his martial arts succeed in breaking through, he will eventually perish." ”

Xue Yi said: "From the moment Liu Sheng broke the saber with a sword, his life was declared over, no matter who wins or loses in this battle, he will definitely die." ”

What Xue Yiren said was by no means the truth that the sword is in the person and the knife is dead, but that when Liu Sheng made the last move with a sword, he had given up everything about himself.

There are no friends, no enemies, no rivals, no blades, not even everything in the world.

Giving up one's own one-time switch to make a desperate move, then this "everything" obviously includes life.

Li Jinyu smiled: "It's a pity, I originally thought he would challenge me, after all, I use a knife." ”

(End of chapter)