Zhao Mingyuan's sword naturally did not disappoint.

This sword is like a frightening wave, if it is a streamer, if it is the morning light that separates the sky and the earth, it is impossible to look at it directly.

The sword didn't seem to be very fast, every detail, every change, the onlooker could see clearly.

But in fact, this sword was as powerful as thunder, as fast as lightning, and in an instant, it had already come to the front of Ximen Blowing Snow.

This unreasonable sight made everyone watching the battle almost vomit blood, as if the brain could not bear the huge amount of information.

When I looked at it again, I saw that this sword had intersected with the long sword of Ximen Blowing Snow.

But the two swords didn't hold each other for a moment, as if a hot knife was inserted into butter, Zhao Mingyuan's sword had already cut off the sword in Ximen Blowing Snow effortlessly, and the remaining momentum went straight to Ximen Blowing Snow's heart.

And Simon Blowing Snow's spirit seemed to have been cut off like the sword in his hand, and he didn't dodge the sword stabbed in his chest, nor did he dodge.

Although this sword is fast, but the sword of Ximen Blowing Snow has also blocked it, and the remaining momentum has been somewhat exhausted, if you try your best to dodge, even if you can't avoid this sword, you may be able to avoid the key point in your heart.

However, the sword that was made by Ximen Fuxue had already exhausted all his strength, and at this time, it was the time when the previous force had exhausted its rear strength, and there was no strength to dodge at all.

Ximen Fuxue has gone through a hundred battles since he stepped into the rivers and lakes, and countless people have fallen under his sword.

Now, he has finally died.

However, Simon Blowing Snow was also lucky.

His heart was filled with a sense of satisfaction at this time, because he saw a higher realm of kendo. Such a perfect, such a terrible sword.

If you can die under this sword, it is also the honor of the swordsman.

Therefore, Simon Fuxue used the last of his strength to puff up his chest, close his eyes, and prepare for his glory and end.

Ximen Fuxue suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and a chill penetrated the tip of his heart.

Probably that's what death feels like.

It's just that there is no other feeling for a long time.

Ximen Fuxue opened his eyes and looked, only to find that the tip of Zhao Mingyuan's sword stopped on his chest, and even the sharp tip of the sword had cut through his spotless white shirt and reached his heart.

This was also the reason for the stinging pain, but it was true that he was not hurt in any way, not even a drop of blood was shed.

Ximen Fuxue understands that this is not only because Zhao Mingyuan didn't want to kill him, but also because Zhao Mingyuan has a superb realm, high strength, and a mastery of strength.

Unlike when Ximen Blowing Snow fought with Ye Gucheng at the beginning, Ximen Blowing Snow's sword could be sent but could not be collected.

Zhao Mingyuan's sword, when the sword was released, it was like thunder, like a silver bottle bursting through the water slurry, and the iron horse stood out with the sound of swords and guns.

This is already commendable, but what is even more terrifying is that he can completely control such a powerful sword, so that he can do it like an arm and a finger without hurting anyone.

This is already a higher and deeper realm than killing Simon Blowing Snow with a sword.

This also shows that Zhao Mingyuan's realm is far beyond Ximen Blowing Snow.

After a long time, Zhao Mingyuan collected his sword.

Ximen Fuxue sighed: "They say that I am a sword god, but where am I worthy of a sword god?" Your sword is really a god. This is probably the pinnacle of kendo, right? ”

Zhao Mingyuan was quite complacent.

No matter who is praised by Simon Blowing Snow, he will be happy.

But if you want to talk about the pinnacle of kendo, this is naturally far from it.

However, if it were in this world, probably the top of kendo would be at this level.

Simon Blowing Snow seems to have something to say, not to vomit unpleasantly.

Probably he has never lost, he suddenly talked a little too much, it seems that even the original sword god's demeanor is no longer there, it seems that there are more emotions and six desires, but more like a person.

But when he saw Simon blowing snow, he said gloomily: "It's a pity, you are not concentrating on swordsmanship." ”

In this regard, Zhao Mingyuan said: "Kendo is originally extensive, and it has never been exclusive to pure people. It's just that pure people have always had no distractions, and it is easier for them to achieve something in kendo, so it gives people such a misunderstanding. ”

Looking at Ximen Blowing Snow's lost and gloomy eyes, Zhao Mingyuan turned to say: "However, although I am proficient in all eighteen weapons, my favorite is really the sword." ”

Hearing this, Simon Chuixue couldn't help laughing.

Yes, if you are not a sword lover, if you don't spend a lot of time and energy on swords, how can you reach such a state?

The frustration in Simon Blowing Snow's heart couldn't help but be alleviated a little.

The spectators couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw that the victory and defeat had been divided.

But more often than not, it's a sense of loss.

Ximen's swordsmanship of blowing snow has already made them feel that it is insurmountable in this life.

And seeing Zhao Mingyuan's swordsmanship, it made them feel that they would abandon the sword from now on.

After all, people can still muster up the courage to catch up with the visible gap.

But how can the gap between heaven and earth be bridged?

On the way down the mountain, Zhao Mingyuan was alone in front, and the group of heroes behind him followed from a distance, but they were talking about this battle.

Even if many people bet on Zhao Mingyuan's victory, they also won a lot of money. At this time, no one mentioned the gambling game, and it seemed that it was a blasphemy of the great battle just now.

Some people even feel that Zhao Mingyuan's title of "Golden Son" is no longer in line with his identity.

The heroes agreed in unison, and discussed it quietly behind Zhao Mingyuan's back.

Before he could go down the mountain, Zhao Mingyuan had another title "Sword Demon".

This is naturally not belittling Zhao Mingyuan, but saying that Zhao Mingyuan's swordsmanship is incomprehensible to ordinary people at all, like magic, which makes people unable to understand it at all, so there is this title.

Zhao Mingyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly, this is still because his identity as the leader of the Western Demon Sect has not been disclosed, otherwise this title will be dead.

But he didn't care.

After all, now that even Ximen Chuixue has been defeated by his sword, the only person in this world who can be his opponent is Wu Ming.

Next, Zhao Mingyuan is ready to fight with Wu Ming, no matter how he defeats life or death, Zhao Mingyuan will leave this world.

Thinking of this, Zhao Mingyuan couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness in his heart.

Is this the so-called high place unbearable?

But it's different. I know that there is a higher world, and there are more masters, and martial arts and kendo will never have a peak.

But Zhao Mingyuan is so lonely.

Listening to the gossip behind him, even though they might be discussing themselves, Zhao Mingyuan couldn't get into the atmosphere at all, he just felt that they were noisy.

A person walks alone, even if there are countless people behind him, but no one can walk with him, let alone communicate with him.

Even if he is a close friend and has a red face on his pillow, Zhao Mingyuan can't talk to them about many things.

Thinking of this, Zhao Mingyuan's sense of loneliness couldn't help but become more and more intense.

(End of chapter)