My sword is not for seeing!

When you plunge your sword into their throats and see the snowflakes bloom under your sword, if you can see the splendor of that moment, you will know that there is nothing like that beauty.

He believed that killing was a kind of beauty, an aesthetic that no one could compare with any beauty.

He learned swords at the age of seven, and he has been successful in seven years, and he has never left the sword in his life, and he has never met an opponent so far!

He is known as the God of Sword, a sword from the west, flying immortals from the sky.

His name is Simon Blowing Snow!

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Seeing Ximen Fuxue appear, Ye Chen showed a faint smile on his face.

Ye Chen was really unhappy with this Yang Shaofeng, he looked like he was coaxing, and he was pretending to be forced around with a cold face.

And hearing Ximen Blowing Snow's sentence "In front of me, you are not worthy of drawing a sword", Ye Chen felt that the pores of the whole person were dilated, and he was refreshed to the depths of his soul.

What does it mean to pretend to be forced? This is called pretending to be forced.

You, a little Yang Shaofeng, are 108,000 miles behind the legendary Sword God!

The moment he saw the snow blowing in Ximen, Yang Shaofeng's heart suddenly swelled with coldness.

This is a swordsman, a swordsman who is countless times more ruthless and arrogant than himself!

"Who are you?" Yang Shaofeng asked with a shocked expression, he could feel that the other party was a master, and what surprised him was why this white-clothed Shengxue master came out of Ye Chen's room.

Ximen Fuxue ignored Yang Shaofeng, but turned his head to look at Ye Chen, as if asking Ye Chen what he thought.

Ye Chen said lightly: "Kill them all!"

For those who want to kill him, Ye Chen will not have the slightest mercy, so he just took this opportunity to take a look at Ximen Blowing Snow's strength.

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Ximen Fuxue moved his gaze to Yang Shaofeng's body, there was still no expression on his face, and he said in a light tone:

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you will die by my sword. ”

Yang Shaofeng sneered, he was angry, and he was not angry.

He is the Tianjiao of the generation of the Heavenly Spirit Sect, he has already reached the realm of qi refining at the age of thirty, and he is respected and praised by the entire sect, and he has always been the only one who looks down on others.

Now, he is actually despised by others! He can feel that Simon Blowing Snow's expression does not seem to be fake, and the other party looks down on him from the bottom of his heart!!

"Ye Chen, no matter what helper you find, you will inevitably die today. Yang Shaofeng could no longer maintain his previous cold face, because he was angry, so his face naturally distorted a little.

"Hehe, do you think you can turn the tables if you find a helper? Wait until I kill this guy, and then I'll take your life!"

Yang Shaofeng's eyes were cold and murderous, although he could feel that Ximen Fuxue was a strong man, but he thought that he was stronger, which was the invincible self-confidence he had cultivated since he was a child.

"Die!" shouted angrily, Yang Shaofeng held a sword in both hands and slashed at Ximen Blowing Snow.

The sword light was everywhere, the killing machine was shocking, and one after another fierce sword qi shot out from the sword blade, which seemed to block all directions, and there was no dead end.

This sword was extremely amazing, and the void seemed to tremble out one after another sword sounds, endlessly.

The guests in the hall who had not yet had time to leave were shocked by this sword, because it was so dazzling that it seemed to be imprinted in the depths of people's souls.

The ten inner disciples brought by Yang Shaofeng showed a smile on their faces, because they knew this sword, this was Yang Shaofeng's "Rushing to the Sky Sword", this sword had never been defeated for many years!

In their opinion, Yang Shaofeng used this trick, and the man in white opposite would definitely die.

Xiao Dongbei was lying not far away, his whole face was sluggish, he was also stunned by this sword, he felt the terrifying power contained in this sword, and his heart couldn't help but be full of despair.

"What a strong sword intent, this sword has reached the realm of ascending to the hall, and it is only one step away from entering the room!" Outside the door of the inn, a middle-aged man passed by, with a hint of surprise on his face.

If the swordsmanship can reach the realm of entering the hall, it must be a generation of Tianjiao, and its strength far exceeds that of monks of the same level.

Everyone was amazed by this sword, thinking that the man in white would definitely die, with only one exception, and that was Ye Chen.

From beginning to end, Ye Chen had a faint smile on his face, and this smile was full of confidence.

And Ximen Fuxue, who was in the focus of the crowd, was even more sad or happy, his face was still expressionless, he watched the other party's long sword slash towards him, not only was he not nervous and eager, but he still had time to speak.

"I said, in front of me, you are not worthy of drawing a sword!" The tone was so indifferent, not at all taking this brilliant sword that shocked everyone in his eyes.

Yang Shaofeng sneered, he seemed to have seen the picture of Ximen Blowing Snow being killed by his own sword, he couldn't help but laugh: "Death is coming, you still have the face to speak wildly, give me death." ”

The long sword in his hand was only three inches away from Simon Fuxue's cheek, and he seemed to have seen the scene of blood bursting out.

"Sonorous!" a sword roared.

Simon blew the snow and drew his sword.

"Puff~~" In an instant, blood flew sideways, falling in mid-air, turning into blood flowers.

Yang Shaofeng was very confident in this sword, he seemed to have seen the tragic death of Ximen Blowing Snow, but his confident sword was ruthlessly destroyed by Ximen Blowing Snow.

The blood flower, which was Yang Shaofeng's blood, spurted out of his throat frantically.

A sword seals the throat!

Simon Fuxue drew his sword out of its sheath very quickly, and it was also quickly put into the sheath, and it seemed that the sword was immediately returned to the sheath after it was drawn out of the sheath. No one saw the traces of his swordsmanship, no one saw how amazing his sword was, how independent the world was.

When a person's swordsmanship can be so fast that you can't see it, he is no longer an ordinary swordsman, but a generation of sword gods!

The sword god Ximen blows snow, and no one has questioned it since ancient times.

Everyone was in an uproar and watched Yang Shaofeng fall in disbelief.

Yang Shaofeng died, not because his swordsmanship was not strong enough, but because he met Ximen Fuxue.

He encountered the myth that swordsmanship has reached its peak, and he encountered the legend that swordsmanship has become a god, so he will definitely lose this battle.

Seeing that someone had been killed, the guest officers in the hall immediately rushed out, and their faces were terrified, like birds and beasts.

The ten inner disciples brought by Yang Shaofeng wanted to escape, but they couldn't escape the nightmare.

In their eyes, Simon's sword blowing snow is a nightmare.

After Ximen Fuxue killed Yang Shaofeng, he did not stop, but drew his sword again.

Because Ye Chen's previous words were not "kill him", but "kill them all", the remaining ten people also had to die.

"Sonorous!" was the sound of the sword being drawn and unsheathed.

A dazzling sword light flashed, and Ye Chen subconsciously closed his eyes, because this sword light was too dazzling.

It was just a blink of an eye, and by the time Ye Chen opened his eyes, there were already ten corpses lying on the ground.

This is the sword god's swordsmanship, so fast that you can't believe it!

There is a kind of person who has come close to the realm of God because he is ruthless.

There is a kind of swordsmanship that no one can see, because those who were lucky enough to witness it have been buried in the ground.

There is a loneliness that cannot be described because it comes from the depths of the soul.

He has been extremely obsessed with swords all his life, and he is Ximen blowing snow!

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