Ye Yunsheng didn't need to look, and he knew that there was no way out of the current situation. He first swung his sword to block the sword stabbed by the Nine Tribulations, then his body rotated with the sword body, and then the sword attacked in front of the Nine Tribulations, and after being set up, he turned around again and turned around. Naraku spun, erased a sword circle and fell in front of the Nine Tribulations.

Nine difficulties blocked a move, and Ye Yun's sword came in front of him again.

Naraku began to spin as his body began to spin, flying up and down.

Blocking it again, the sword appeared again, as if this long sword had never left in front of the Nine Tribulations.

There was no room for ventilation at all, and in just an instant, he changed from the first hand to the second hand, desperately resisting Ye Yunsheng's long sword. Naraku spun endlessly, almost to the point where countless remnants were created in the air, as if a thousand swords were attacking him in unison, trying to devour him.

In the eyes of everyone on the side, the sword light around Ye Yunsheng floated and flickered, like a star falling into mortal dust, emitting an incomparably huge light curtain that surrounded him and turned into a silver ball of light.

In the end, it was no longer clear whether the sword was dancing with him or whether he was dancing with the sword.

The Jianghu people who surrounded the front had all kinds of weapons in their hands, and the front one was already close to the edge of the ball of light, and before they had time to react, they handed out the move according to the previous inertia, but the one behind was already dumbfounded - some of the sword makers, such as Xie Ding, the sword king of Chang'an, wanted to take a closer look at the sword momentum wielded by Ye Yunsheng, and they were dazzled, and they didn't know where to attack the long sword in their hands.

I saw that from Ye Yunsheng's side, along the location of the ball of light, a wave of red rain erupted, spraying out in all directions, and it was actually the people in the rivers and lakes nearby who were cut by his spinning and dancing Naluo, and it shot into a downpour of blood.

The miserable howls came and went, and the stage circled around Ye Yunsheng, like purgatory on earth.

Xie Ding and Old Ghost Lin hurriedly retreated, and there were still more than ten people who were a little further behind, and they also retreated in embarrassment, and the ordinary people even rolled and crawled, ignoring the broken arms and bodies on the ground, as well as the sticky blood.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, the Wei Mansion held a banquet and invited the rich gentry in the city, colleagues in the officialdom, and famous and well-known men in the nearby rivers and lakes, accompanied by famous prostitutes, as many as two or three hundred people.

Many of the guests have dispersed, and the remaining people in the Wei Mansion have been robbed of their mouthpieces like demons and monsters hidden in the night. In the process of the blood rain landing, the bright red gradually turned black from the air, and when it fell to the ground, it was already black and deep.

Even the people who were hiding in the bamboo forest and watching, let their heartbeats beat like thunder in the depths, covered in cold sweat, and numb hands and feet.

Wei Xian was originally holding a Dingyao porcelain cup worth a thousand gold in his hand, and there was amber tea soup left, and the tea fragrance was pleasant. When he saw the blood rain in the air, the porcelain cup fell from his hand.

He reacted, looked down, and immediately spit it out - the porcelain cup had been broken, and the picture was like a certain Jianghu man lying on the stage, who had toasted him earlier.

Ye Yunsheng's body was covered in blood.

His red dress had turned black.

The white jade lotus crown on his head turned into a very beautiful peach blossom red jade.

There are only two people who can still stand on this platform, one is him, and the other is the nine tribulations in front of him.

............

"Ah Sheng! Ah Sheng!"

The weather was ridiculously good, and the sun shone on his face, as if he was embraced by the sky.

"Wake up, everyone is here, get ready. ”

He opened his eyes and looked around a little confused.

The top of Jiuhua Mountain, the Dingfeng Bo Sword Society, I remembered, how did I come back here?

He looked at the young Zimo, and was about to speak, but someone hugged him from behind, and the fragrance spread to his nose.

I want to cry all of a sudden......

Haruko pressed his face to him, exhausted his strength, but whispered, "This time it proves to the people of the world, you are not useless in the world!"

He smiled, kissed her cheek, and said yes.

Haruko let go of him and walked to Lao Yun, who was sitting under a tree not far away, with his legs crossed and drinking wine, and he didn't know what he said, which made Lao Yun roll his eyes for a while.

He knew that Ye Yunsheng would not stop Qingzi, at this time, Ye Yunsheng did not know what would happen in the future, and those who had not lost would not know how to cherish it.

I won't give up some things in exchange for trying to keep them.

He just waited quietly for the sword to be played.

After a while, bursts of cheers reached the top of the mountain, and a young monk, with a burly figure and a fierce face, carried a long sword on his back, and walked up the mountain.

The people from the rivers and lakes invited by the government cheered him on together, and the cheers shook the sky.

The people on the side of the Xinyi League, as well as some neutral people from all walks of life, maintained a polite gaze, the South China Sea Hanging Buddha Nine Tribulations, no matter what kind of person he is, at least a martial arts is enough to make everyone admire.

Zimo said to him excitedly: "This is the Nine Tribulations, the descendant of the Eastern Chan lineage, the Nine Nine Eighty-One Heavenly King Protector Sword in one hand, and he has not lost in the rivers and lakes so far!"

Haruko came over and said just when she heard it: "Then you will defeat him today, so that he will not dare to dominate in Guanzhong in the future!"

Zimo nodded proudly and said, "I will definitely win him!"

Compared with the eagerness on Zimo and Haruko's faces, he was silent and melancholy, and his eyes were full of confusion and uncertainty about the road ahead.

As for a supreme master like the Nine Tribulations, it was originally within reach and not worth mentioning, but after he learned the "useless swordsmanship", it was like a world of difference.

He knew what Ye Yunsheng was thinking at the moment.

has just debuted in the rivers and lakes, chic and free, and feels that he is the son of destiny, and nothing can defeat him.

Disdain for everything in the world, and only have dreams and lofty goals in mind.

It seems that many newcomers think so.

With the sharpest sword, riding the fastest horse, drinking the most beautiful wine, and hugging the most fragrant woman.

And then many years passed.

I thought that I didn't need a sword, I had a horse to ride, I had wine to drink, and I had a woman to hug.

In the end, many years later, like Ye Yunsheng who was selling noodles on the street seven years later.

I didn't think about anything.

Some of them are naïve people who have lost their dreams.

More of them dare not think about it, afraid of the cruelty and helplessness of facing reality after thinking about it, leaving unbearable sadness.

He knew that Ye Yunsheng was thinking about what he was like when he first came out of the rivers and lakes.

At least at that time, the word loss was absolutely non-existent!

............

"Ye Yunsheng, Ye Yunsheng!"

The confusion in his eyes was like a colored bubble, pierced by the sound of a call.

Looking up, Jiu Yan was standing in front of him, the sword in his hand was broken, and the sword body was more than two inches long.

At this time, he called him expressionlessly, and when he saw his gaze, he said, "You just made it, is it a 'useless sword technique'?"

Ye Yunsheng said: "It's a useless swordsmanship. ”

He saw the incomprehension, reluctance, and unwillingness in the eyes of the nine difficulties, so he said: "The second form of useless swordsmanship, "nothing is impossible, and the heart follows me." You only want to understand the first half of the pose, and I haven't used the second half of the pose, but you don't know...... In the sword intent that the heart follows me, you can use the first style of "a sword gives birth to flowers, and the circle is like this" and use them together. ”

He nodded, as if he heard the question in the heart of the Nine Difficulties, and continued: "The first type 'one sword gives birth to flowers, and the circle comes like this', one sword gives birth to ten thousand flowers, and ten thousand flowers dance into a circle. With the 'heart follows me' in the second formula, and uses 'nothing is impossible' to control, the sword circle spreads and grows, and the power ......"

He looked around, but he was not surprised, and said that the sword is ruthless, and he will not be a child.

Seeking revenge in the rivers and lakes, life and death, all depend on ability.

Jiu Yan made a swallowing movement in his mouth, and after a few consecutive strokes, he opened his mouth and said, "How did you practice such a sword technique?"

He thought about it seriously, and still said, "It's my daughter Ah Yu who taught me." ”

It's obviously a very pompous and funny answer, but the nine difficulties are unexpectedly understood.

Blood spurted out of his mouth, the internal breath in the body of the Nine Tribulations was exhausted, and there was no strength left to change a breath of true qi, and the sword wounds on his body were powerless to suppress, and dozens of blood swords shot out from large and small sword wounds, slowly flowing to a halt......

The long-lost night breeze blew quietly on Ye Yunsheng's face, and when he looked again, he was the only one standing on the platform.