This life is very heavy, so Simon's sword blowing snow is desolate, lonely, and lonely.

Similarly, this life is also very free, so Simon Blowing Snow's sword is outrageously fast.

"Let's practice my sword. ”

Ximen's white clothes were extremely dazzling on the snow, and he suddenly paused and turned to look at Li Xuanyuan behind him.

"Your sword isn't fast enough. ”

Li Xuanyuan was overjoyed, nodded hurriedly, and began to practice his sword in the snow.

He has been following Simon to blow snow for a long time, and he has long had the intention of apprenticeship.

After all, there is no order to learn, and the master is the teacher.

Now Simon Blowing Snow is willing to take the initiative to teach him, but he can't ask for it.

His understanding of kendo was very strong, and it snowed heavily for three days and three nights, and Ximen Fuxue drank wine and practiced for three days and three nights.

While practicing swords, he taught Li Xuanyuan how to condense his sword intent.

His sword intent was full of loneliness and loneliness, and the ease and ease he carried in the desolation was something that Li Xuanyuan couldn't learn no matter what.

Without the unique experience of Ximen Fuxue, it is impossible to realize such a sword intent.

......

out of this world.

Fu Brain controlled the heavy snow in the sky, and it rained for three days and three nights in a row, and the two of them practiced swords for three days and three nights.

He ...... This time it seems to be a big gain. ”

Fu Nao looked at Li Xuanyuan, who was finally stunned in place, and analyzed.

Yang Shou also nodded, for the sake of the future of the sword spirit world, this small stove is indeed a bit big, and he directly invited a famous teacher to tutor his homework, of course, it has a very great inspiration for his sword intent.

In fact, the kendos of the earth are not connected to the kendos of the here.

If Li Xuanyuan really practiced according to the teachings of Ximen Blowing Snow, he would not be able to cultivate sword intent in this life.

Fortunately, Li Xuanyuan has an amazing talent in swordsmanship, absorbing strengths and making up for weaknesses, just learning from the other party's artistic conception and trying to get out of his grandmaster-level sword intent.

"What a Ximen blowing snow, what a solitary sword intent!"

In the end, Simon blew the snow and walked away without looking back.

The flask was casually thrown on the ground, and the only thing that accompanied him was the huge black one.

As he said, he doesn't need friends, he doesn't need relatives, and in this life, having a sword with him is enough.

"Only such a person can hold such a sword. ”

Li Xuanyuan sighed with emotion, and bowed deeply to the direction where Ximen Blowing Snow left.

Ximen Blowing Snow's only lonely sword intent gave him great inspiration.

His sword, since the combination of his life, can go out of his own way.

If he continues to stay on the sacred mountain, it will only be a waste of time, he must go down the mountain and travel the world before he has a chance to reach a higher kendo realm.

This time, instead of returning to Mount Kinabalu, he traveled around.

Then he found an interesting person, an interesting sword.

The man claimed to be the Lord of Baiyun City, and he seemed very easy-going and approachable.

His sword never left his body, but it was never unsheathed, as if it were an ornament.

At a certain "accidental" time, Li Xuanyuan met him.

Then he found that the aura on this White Cloud City Lord was actually somewhat similar to Ximen Blowing Snow.

He suspected that the other party and Ximen Chuixue even knew each other, so he took the initiative to ask.

I don't know if I don't ask, and I'm shocked when I ask.

This Baiyun City Lord, that is, Ye Gucheng, mentioned his old friend, and the corners of his mouth curled: "You are talking about the Sword God......"

Li Xuanyuan's pupils shrank, he never thought that that Ximen Blowing Snow would actually be the sword god in the mouth of the Lord of Baiyun City.

And, listening to the tone, they seem to be from another world.

The sword god in another world!

He didn't make a move with Ximen Blowing Snow, because in his induction, the other party's realm was equal to him, but the sword intent was at the level of a grandmaster, and it would definitely crush him.

Unexpectedly, the real strength gap between the two sides is very likely to be outrageous.

"Senior ......"

Li Xuanyuan pondered for a moment, bowed his hand to Ye Gucheng, and even shouted out to his seniors.

"Take me to him, he won the battle every year, but today ...... It's different. ”

Ye Gucheng's demeanor was gentle, and the frost that had not changed for 10,000 years in the West Gate Blowing Snow formed a stark contrast.

Li Xuanyuan hesitated for a moment, but decided to take Ye Gucheng to pursue the direction where Ximen Fuxue left.

According to Ye Gucheng, he had fought with Ximen Fuxue once.

On that day, at the top of the Forbidden City, the winner will be able to achieve the name of the unique sword god.

In that battle, it was Simon Blowing Snow who won.

But Simon Blowing Snow never admitted that he had won.

Because he knew that Ye Gucheng's sword had already had the intention to die at that time, and he deliberately gave in.

The real Ye Lonely City, like the floating clouds outside Baiyun City, is unpredictable, formless and phaseless.

"This time, we are far away from the distractions of the world and have come to a world of swordsmanship, which is simply a gift from heaven!"

Ye Gucheng smiled and opened his arms, wanting to embrace the whole world.

Such a world, he longed for it in his heart, and he couldn't ask for it countless times.

The same is true for blowing snow at the West Gate.

In the past, he was burdened by fame and fortune, and he lost the sword because of the world, but today, he will be sublimated to the best in the battle with Ximen Blowing Snow and write a chapter of the swordsman!

"Your sword is not free enough. ”

On the way, Ye Gucheng said to Li Xuanyuan.

"Please ask your seniors for advice. ”

Li Xuanyuan knew that his realm was not as good, so he was willing to ask for advice.

Ye Gucheng shook his head, but instead pointed to the white clouds in the sky, and said lightly: "Learn from the white clouds." ”

He has been obsessed with swordsmanship since he was a child, and he is under the white clouds, once he had an epiphany, and walked out of his own way.

The flying immortals he created outside the sky, killed all the masters in the world, and was once known as the first master in the world.

Only Simon's fast sword blowing snow, he has never encountered it in his life.

The decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City was also a pity.

He originally had the intention of death, and when swordsmanship had the upper hand, he deviated a few points from the sword, and achieved the name of the sword god of the Ximen Chuixue generation.

Otherwise, he believed in his sword and could afford the name of the sword god.

......

Li Xuanyuan began to observe the white clouds, watch the clouds roll up, and watch the change of rain and rain.

Under the guidance of Ye Gucheng, he gradually understood, of course, the most comprehension was the battle between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow.

When the two of them found Simon Blowing Snow, Simon Blowing Snow's sword was trembling all the time.

It seems to be exciting.

An old friend came, and Simon Blowing Snow asked for a pot of wine.

In the end, Li Xuanyuan found a decisive battle site for the two, and set it on the sacred mountain where he had been living.

This battle, without the attention of the world, is destined to be unknown, but the two don't care.

What they care about is to make the last decisive battle have no regrets.

In this decisive battle, the only audience is Li Xuanyuan!

The confrontation between the two grandmaster-level sword intents made Li Xuanyuan's heart surge.

He witnessed the scene of a sword coming from the west, the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, and the swordsmanship was so fast that it was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

I even saw the flying immortals outside the sky, above the white clouds, the floating figure, free and easy to the extreme.

Surrounded by loneliness, the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue seems to have the only friend in his life.

His sword was trembling, his body was trembling, his soul was trembling, all of this actually made his sword faster.

Similarly, the city lord, who was as free and easy as a white cloud, displayed countless exquisite swordsmanship in this battle, and Li Xuanyuan was dazzled by it.

Originally...... Kendo can also be performed in this way.

"Ye Gucheng, the battle at the top of the Forbidden City, you are bent on death, tired by fame, today, you and I have come to this pure world, live for yourself, live for the sword!"

Simon blew snow rarely, and uttered a long list of words.

This is the first time Li Xuanyuan has heard Ximen Fuxue say such a long thing at one time.

Ye Gucheng laughed loudly, and his voice was dissolute: "If I give up all the shackles of fame and fortune, Ximen blows snow, you will not be my opponent!"

His sword, confident, proud, free and easy, as he said, he will make his sword path extremely sublimated in this battle!

"The position of the Sword God of the World has been given to you for so many years, let me try it, are you worthy of this title today!"

In the end, the two sides fought a decisive battle, each showing their most powerful tricks.

The fast sword of the West Gate blowing snow, a sword coming from the west, is like a meteor at dawn, dazzling and dazzling, piercing the sky.

Similarly, the White Cloud City Lord's Flying Immortals outside the sky, the sword is full of freedom and ease, coming from outside the sky, to kill all the enemies in front of him.

One side is the only lonely sword intent, and the other side is the free and easy sword intent.

One carries endless loneliness and carries the sword path like an ascetic.

One gave up the shackles of fame and fortune, and was as free and easy as a white cloud.

Both are the pinnacle of sword intent, and both are sword cultivators who confidently explore on their own paths without looking back.

In fact, the outcome of this war is no longer important.

Li Xuanyuan suddenly thought in his heart.

Whether it is Ximen Fuxue or Ye Gucheng, they have all confirmed their sword ways in this battle.

Ximen Blowing Snow seems to be lonely, but in fact it is not lonely.

Because on the path of kendo practice, there are countless people like him, who also silently walk on their own path.

One of them is Ye Gucheng.

And Ye Gucheng is the same, he who has given up the shackles of fame and fortune, seems to have returned to the identity of the once number one master in the world, with his gestures, exquisite swordsmanship, and the flying immortals outside the sky are the ultimate in free and easy, on a par with Ximen Blowing Snow, who bears the name of the sword god.

Over the years, not only has he improved, but Simon Blowing Snow has also improved.

I don't know when the war ended, and the two didn't know who won and who lost, leaving only Li Xuanyuan's figure, standing in place, as if it had taken root and sprouted, and never moved.

A year later.

Li Xuanyuan suddenly woke up from the petrification and looked up to the sky and laughed.

"I see...... I see......"

The two great masters demonstrated to him, and after a year, he suddenly realized.

"I don't care what your sword path is, but I came to my world, and I am the only sword god in this world!"

The corners of his mouth murmured, and he gradually realized the path he should take.

He has always been known as the God of Swords.

Even if there is more Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng, it will not be an exception.

"After all, my ultimate pursuit is the supreme ...... of kendo."

He looked up at the sky, as if he had returned to that day, the phantom of the world, the sword that slashed the galaxy

The supreme being of the sword.

is the goal he dares to pursue all his life.