White-clothed and snowy, coming from the west, taciturn, do not approach the living.

These characteristics are integrated into a person, but this person seems to have strong strength.

Li Xuanyuan simply stopped in the teahouse, waiting for the story about him to be heard.

"Tell me quickly, the money has been given, hurry up and tell me what kind of pretending quotations he has!"

"That's right, don't be stunned, hurry up and ......"

......

From time to time, someone urged, and the person who rubbed the heat swallowed his saliva, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and spoke tremblingly.

The reason why he has this expression is not because of anything else, but because of ......

Outside the teahouse, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a man.

A man dressed in white and with cold eyes.

But as Simon Blowing Snow has become an Internet celebrity, more and more people imitate him, and it is not surprising that he sees seven or eight dressed like this every day.

He drank tea, moistened his throat, picked up his sword, and even imitated his movements.

Raising his sword horizontally, he blew on the blade of the sword and said in a deep voice: "The blow on my sword is not snow, but blood!"

"Good!"

"It's not fun!

......

The first sentence of the pretending quotation attracted applause from everyone.

"No one has ever seen my sword, and all those who have seen it are dead. ”

After the second sentence of pretending to be forced came out, kendo had just developed, and those who were not yet used to the rhythm of pretending to be forced were even more encouraged, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

I had to look around for Simon to blow the snow and worship him as a teacher.

"Go on, don't stop ......"

The addicted crowd kept greeting, and outside the teahouse, Li Xuanyuan listened to the noise in his ears, but his heart was extremely peaceful.

Because of the person in front of him, he can't help but be quiet, even dignified.

An aura of oppression came over him, something he had never felt before.

The person in front of him, in the way of the sword, seemed to be able to crush him.

Even if he successfully stepped into the realm of kendo, the other party ...... In the way of the sword, he has been immersed in prostitution for a long time and has walked out of his own way.

"Simon blowing snow?"

Li Xuanyuan took a deep breath and couldn't help but ask.

The white-clothed man glanced at him, and also glanced at the lively people in the teahouse, and his eyes contained ice that was difficult to melt for ten thousand years.

He turned away, the sword behind his back, seemingly never moving.

Whereas......

The teahouse, the moment he turned around, collapsed with a bang.

The storyteller who was ridiculing him died violently, and he couldn't even find a wound on his body.

Li Xuanyuan's pupils shrank.

At that moment just now, he didn't even see the other party draw his sword.

Even if the person left in front of him, he didn't see how the other party's sword came out.

What kind of kendo realm is this?

He no longer doubted that the person in front of him was Ximen Fuxue, the legendary swordsman from the west!

Like himself, he has already stepped into the realm of kendo!

In order to give impetus to this world, Fu Nao specially instilled the kendo realm into Ximen Chuixue, so that in terms of strength, he was at the same level as Li Xuanyuan.

Otherwise, a swordsman in martial arts will give a lesson to sword cultivation in the fantasy world, which is simply a big joke in the world.

For now, it depends on whether Li Xuanyuan can realize the grandmaster-level sword intent from the experience of blowing snow in the West Gate.

After all, this Ximen Blowing Snow is all faked, but it just has all the memories of Ximen Blowing Snow in martial arts and the so-called kendo perception.

......

Sure enough, after seeing a more powerful sword, Li Xuanyuan could not hide the excitement in his heart, and followed closely behind Ximen Fuxue.

The sword that was almost to the extreme just now was exactly what he wanted to learn.

After this incident, Li Xuanyuan has realized that between heaven and earth, there are many teachers who can be his teacher.

"Can you teach me swordsmanship?"

But Ximen Blowing Snow was unheard of for him, and in the end, Li Xuanyuan couldn't help it, rushed to Ximen Blowing Snow, and stopped the other party.

"Get out of the way. ”、

The sound of Simon blowing snow was very cold, and there was no trace of warmth on his cold face.

He didn't know where he came from or where he was going, as if this life was like this, destined to come from the west and go to the east.

Li Xuanyuan still didn't choose to give in, as far as he was concerned, he had to comprehend the grandmaster-level sword intent as soon as possible before he could have a chance to reach the legendary Supreme Sword God realm.

And the person in front of him may be his opportunity.

"Poof!"

A sword fell.

Li Xuanyuan's pupils shrank, and he didn't even react, and a strand of hair between his forehead fell off like this.

Again, he didn't even see the other party make a move.

After a sword shock, Ximen Fuxue left.

Leave Li Xuanyuan alone to wait in place.

He suddenly discovered that the difference in strength between the two turned out to be so big.

......

out of this world.

Yang Shou looked at everything in the water mirror, and he didn't know what to say.

Isn't the setting of Fu Brain a little too perverted?

Not to mention the cultivation of Ximen Chuixue to the realm of swordsmanship, he also simulated the standard configuration of grandmaster-level sword intent, which made Li Xuanyuan, who only had emperor-level sword intent, fight?

Roll it in all directions.

Moreover, Ximen Fuxue is unparalleled in the field of fast swords in kendo.

If this continued, he was a little suspicious that Li Xuanyuan would lose his self-confidence, and his Dao heart would be broken.

Fortunately, Li Xuanyuan was only stunned for a while, then came to his senses, and hurriedly chased after the traces of Ximen Blowing Snow.

"Master, wait for me—"

......

Yang Shou didn't expect Li Xuanyuan to react so quickly, and then abandon the burden of his previous reputation and cheekily apprentice to the other party.

You know, in this world, he is recognized as the god of swords.

can let go of these prison shackles and devote himself to the sword, worthy of being the master of Xuanzong.

For him, the master is the teacher, and there is no order to learn, and it is not as good as others, and the teacher over there learns well.

This is true of being a human being, and the same is true of kendo practice.

It's just a pity that Ximen Chuixue didn't have the intention of accepting apprentices at all, so he directly refused him, and gave him a word: "Get out!"

Li Xuanyuan persevered, followed closely behind, and walked all the way, trying to find a way for Ximen to blow snow and make a sword.

The opponent's sword is outrageously fast.

Even if he broke through the Sword Yuan Realm and reached the Sword Dao Realm, he couldn't see through it.

It must be a grandmaster-level sword intent to be able to perform such a sword technique.

In the end, Ximen Fuxue did not drive him away, and he was alone, allowing Li Xuanyuan to follow him from afar.

"Where the hell are you going?"

Li Xuanyuan couldn't help but ask in the back.

At first Simon did not answer him, for as his name was, very cold, as snow.

Later, as they became more mature, Simon Fuxue spit out a few words concisely: "I don't know." ”

"How did you learn your sword?"

Gradually, the two of them had a simple communication on a daily basis.

"Abandon your wife and children. ”

Simon paused, and at sunset, he told his past.

He didn't have many friends, and after coming to this strange world, he was a little happy at first.

Because this world is different from his world, there are not so many restraints of courtesy, righteousness and shame, everyone seems to be born for the sword and is pursuing the ultimate in swordsmanship.

But their realm is too low, he keeps walking, he keeps walking, and only Li Xuanyuan can barely keep up with him.

Li Xuanyuan heard that the words abandoning his wife and children were said so lightly in the mouth of Ximen Blowing Snow, and his heart suddenly sank.

Later, in Simon Blowing Snow's self-narration, he heard about his past.

He was born in Wanmei Villa outside Gusu City, which is a plum blossom forest, and he has been lonely since he was a child, only the sword is with him.

During the period of being with the sword, he explored himself and reached the peak, and what he cultivated was also a ruthless sword.

During the time that Li Xuanyuan was with him, he mentioned more than once that his sword was a sword that killed people.

What he cultivated was a ruthless sword.

So soon after getting married, he felt that his kendo realm was growing slowly, so he abandoned his wife and children, and wandered the world alone.

In order to pursue his higher kendo realm!

After listening to his narration, Li Xuanyuan understood why the person in front of him was able to reach such a sword realm.

It's almost close to the boundlessness of the way of the sword.

His sword was never unsheathed, and he never even used it when he killed.

Because of this, he couldn't see the other party draw his sword.

He kills people to the point where he doesn't need to use a sword.

Loneliness, loneliness, white-clothed and desolate, this is exactly the portrayal of Ximen Blowing Snow's life.

He abandoned his wife and children, came from the west, had no friends, and only the sword accompanied him.

Only such an extreme person can realize such a kendo.;

......

"Manipulate the weather, give them some snow, add some atmosphere. ”

Outside the world, Yang Shou saw that the two were silent, especially after Li Xuanyuan heard each other's story, he seemed to have some understanding, and hurriedly ordered Fu Brain.

Fu Brain didn't dare to slack off, and immediately manipulated the weather in the Sword Spirit World, and it snowed above Ximen Blowing Snow and Li Xuanyuan.

The snow is flying in an instant.

In the heavy snow, all the filth of heaven and earth seems to have been washed away, and only the white clothes of Ximen Fuxue are left, which looks so white, really better than the color of snow.

There is also the sword he is carrying behind his back, which is pitch black and called Juque, which is black and swarthy under heavy snow, giving people a sense of oppression.

"Is there any wine?"

Simon Fuxue suddenly asked.

On snowy days, he likes to drink the most.

Li Xuanyuan took a deep look at him, flew away, and brought back a jar of wine from the village not far away.

In this world, brewed drinks are also gradually derived, and alcohol is not uncommon.

Ximen Fuxue took the jar thrown by Li Xuanyuan, opened the seal, and took a big sip.

"I want to practice my sword. ”

The snow was falling, and endless loneliness suddenly emerged in Ximen Blowing Snow's heart, and after drinking, it exploded.

Ju Que Zhengran, sensing the master's thoughts, came out of the sheath, and automatically appeared in the palm of Ximen Blowing Snow.

In the vast snow-white, a slender figure, holding a long sword, stepped on the snow without a trace, volleyed into the air, and began to practice swords.

This practice has put him into practice all his life.

From learning swords at a young age, to learning to be successful, to having no relatives, to abandoning his wife and children, and then to ...... A life of loneliness.

Li Xuanyuan stared at everything in front of him, and his heart was shocked one after another.

Where is this looking at the sword, he seems to be observing Simon's life of blowing snow.