"Ximen Blowing Snow cultivates only lonely sword intent, and gives up everything for the sake of swordsmanship. ”

"Ye Gucheng cultivates free and easy sword intent, and sees through everything for the sake of swordsmanship. ”

"And I'...... The cultivation will be the only sword intent!"

Li Xuanyuan set a direction for himself.

As the world says, if there is no Li Xuanyuan in the world, the way of the sword is like a long night!

His sword will be the strongest in the world, exclusive and invincible!

His Green Death Sword, sensing his qi at this moment, trembled wildly.

It seems to be responding to his kendo.

"Do you think the same?"

He chuckled, stroked the blade of the Green Sword, and then began to practice the sword.

As he practiced swords, the prototype of grandmaster-level sword intent gradually derived.

The sword intent of the self-respecting took root like a seed, and began to thrive.

It's just that it will take a long time to reach the level of Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng.

Kendo is not something that can be practiced by practice.

One must also have enough experience to polish one's own avenue.

Therefore, Simon Blowing Snow abandoned his wife and children after getting married, traveled all over the world, and searched for opponents.

After Ye Gucheng was eighteen years old, he walked the world and challenged all kendo masters.

And he, after the rudimentary form of the sword intent stabilized, also chose to go down the sacred mountain.

Working behind closed doors will never work.

As soon as he got off the mountain, he wanted to continue to look for Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng to confirm his kendo, but he met another person "by chance".

A man named Xie Xiaofeng.

A swordsman with severed thumbs.

He no longer had a sword, as if he was an ordinary person, but Li Xuanyuan's intuition as a sword cultivator told him that the person in front of him was terrifying and scary.

Without a thumb, he naturally couldn't hold a sword, but because of this, he felt that it was even more unusual.

"Senpai?"

Because there have been perverts like Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng, Li Xuanyuan was in awe, stepped forward, and tried it softly.

It's a pity that the man passed by him, as if the person he was calling was not him.

"Where's your sword?"

Turning around, Li Xuanyuan looked at the man's back and couldn't help blurting out.

Whether it is Ximen Blowing Snow or Ye Gucheng, it has always been a sword that never leaves his body.

But the man in front of him did not have a sword.

This is almost impossible for sword cultivation.

Even if it is the Quartet, now the sword is inseparable.

The man's body trembled, and his steps finally stopped, but he didn't look back.

"I don't have a sword. ”

His hoarse voice rang out, and he spat out the words softly.

Full of sadness.

He used to be known as the closest swordsman to heaven and earth, but he was reduced to this.

Among the swordsmen, he is the only one who is tired of fighting in the rivers and lakes and is willing to retire.

But because of the challenges of one swordsman after another, they had to pick up their swords, crushing their ambitions.

They all want to step on him and take the throne of the world's number one swordsman.

But......

But they forgot how many pounds and taels they had.

It wasn't until he couldn't remember how much innocent blood his hands were on his hands that he suddenly woke up and decided to abandon his sword path and retire to the mountains and forests.

But the man came.

With his Thirteen Deadly Swords.

It's a fateful showdown.

The one who should have died, it should have been him.

The man clearly realized the fifteenth sword, the ever-changing, exquisite magical swordsmanship, but he was unwilling to use it, and was willing to die under his hands.

Since then, he has been disheartened, cut off two thumbs, and the sword that has accompanied him for half his life is still on the side of the road.

I didn't even look at it again.

But deep down, why didn't he want to pick it up again?

"What happened to you?"

Li Xuanyuan couldn't bear to see such a kendo wizard depressed, and couldn't help but ask about his past.

In this person's eyes, Li Xuanyuan clearly saw that there was a fire burning.

But beyond the flames, there is endless darkness and desolation.

In the flames, a dim sword could be faintly seen glowing stubbornly.

"Have you forgotten your sword?"

Seeing that he still didn't return to himself, Li Xuanyuan couldn't help but shout.

At the same time, he unleashed his sword intent.

This made the eyes of the man in front of him light up.

But it was only a light for a while, and then it dimmed again.

"You go, don't provoke me, you are not my opponent. ”

The hoarse voice sounded again, with a hint of weariness.

Sure enough, even if he fled incognito and fled to a strange world, he still couldn't escape his fate.

All his life, he has been challenged, he has been killing, and it is difficult to live a peaceful life.

Li Xuanyuan had never been so despised, and with a cold snort, the prototype of the grandmaster-level sword intent poured out without reservation.

The aura was so powerful that it soon attracted onlookers.

Many people knew Li Xuanyuan's appearance in the book "The Way of the Sword is Like a Long Night", and they couldn't help but be surprised: "Sword God!

This shout was like thunder in the night, and it instantly attracted many people.

Most of them are worshippers of the sword god and want to see the true face of the sword god.

"You are the sword god of this world?"

The ordinary-looking, swordless man raised his eyebrows slightly, a little puzzled.

"How can it be so weak?"

That's right, in his eyes, Li Xuanyuan was only at the entry level of sword intent, and even the grandmaster-level sword intent Dacheng did not do it.

Who let Fu Brain give him a realm on a par with Li Xuanyuan.

The key to the victory or defeat of the two lies in the sword intent.

Li Xuanyuan's face was calm, he persuaded him kindly, but this person humiliated him again and again.

He knows he's weak, but he won't say it in front of the world, right?

Fortunately, on his home turf, he has a lot of advantages.

Many admirers scolded after hearing this, and even jumped to try, without his hands, a group of people shouted to make a move.

"Everything is fate......

Xie Xiaofeng glanced at everyone, how similar it was to his original world.

Countless people challenged him.

But in the end, he was killed.

His sword, if unsheathed, never returns without seeing blood.

out of this world.

The corners of Yang Shou's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but look at Fu Brain: "Where did you create the prototype character of this character?"

Fu Nao replied: "According to Gu Long, I am completely based on the image of the characters in it!"

"Really?"

Yang Shou remained skeptical.

He couldn't believe that the real Third Young Master of the Divine Sword Villa had such a hateful mouth.

He's been challenged all the time, can't it be because of this mouth?

It's only been a long time, and the group ridicule has already begun.

In the end, after killing everyone, he said that he was tired of fighting.

Then retire to the rivers and lakes.

But when he couldn't hide it, he was discovered by the world, and when he saw the group of weak swordsmen, he couldn't help but launch a group of ridicule again.

In this way, round after round, I fell into a dead cycle.

......

And the war was about to break out, but fortunately, Li Xuanyuan still restrained it in the end.

At least we can't let the people of the Sword Spirit World die in vain.

The person in front of him was at least at the same level as Ximen Chuixue and the White Cloud City Lord, and even he didn't have the confidence to defeat.

"Xie Xiaofeng, do you have nowhere to go? Do you want to go to my sacred mountain for a few days?"

Li Xuanyuan is not so good-tempered anymore, although the other party is strong, he no longer calls him a senior.

Xie Xiaofeng did whatever he wanted, and when he heard that the place where he lived was called Shenshan, his eyes lit up slightly.

He used to grow up in Shenjian Villa, and there is also the word Shenshan in it.

"You don't have to be so arrogant, in this world, there are many swordsmen who are stronger than you. ”

When he saw that Xie Xiaofeng was still puzzled, Li Xuanyuan snorted coldly.

Whether it is Ximen Fuxue or Ye Gucheng, they are not weaker than Xie Xiaofeng in front of him.

After all, Xie Xiaofeng was only regarded as the swordsman closest to the sword god, and Ximen Blowing Snow had long been called the sword god by the world.

Because his sword is so fast that he is already a god!

In this way, on the sacred mountain, there is one more frequent visitor, Xie Xiaofeng.

Xie Xiaofengsi, who looked very sad, also settled down on the sacred mountain and did not choose to leave.

Because here, there is really no such thing as fighting, no challenge, not even a servant.

It was his ideal peaceful life.

There is also an ape-like animal.

It's amazing, it's actually practicing its own sword!

And the swordsmanship is superb, obviously he has already achieved something.

"You said someone who is stronger than me, where is it?"

After living on the sacred mountain for half a year, Xie Xiaofeng finally couldn't help it and asked Li Xuanyuan.

Li Xuanyuan snorted coldly, and then said lightly: "In the back mountain, there were two peerless masters fighting, and there is still their breath, you can sense it." ”

On the sacred mountain, Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng had fought for an unknown amount of time, and the victory or defeat was unknown, but the powerful sword intent of the two was left behind.

Only the lonely sword intent, the free and easy sword intent, each of them is a great and complete grandmaster-level sword intent!

When Xie Xiaofeng returned from the back mountain, the flame wrapped in endless darkness in his eyes seemed to burn even more vigorously.

The sword in it occasionally makes a clanging sound.

It was as if he had rekindled his fighting spirit.

When he found out that he was not the strongest in the world, the sense of gap in his heart came out.

In the past, he was afraid of killing in vain and killing innocents indiscriminately, resulting in blood on his hands.

I am afraid of being challenged by people one after another.

But now, after coming to this world, I suddenly found that I was not the strongest in the world.

He suddenly felt empty.

This is a very tsundere swordsman.

Xie Xiaofeng stood next to the shore of the sacred mountain, looked at the calm and waveless lake, and finally made a decision.

"Where's my sword?"

He began to look for his sword.

It's just a pity that he has long been thrown into it.

Fu Brain he copied it, and he didn't think about his sword at all.

In his setting, he doesn't need a sword, and he doesn't even want to be with a sword for the rest of his life.

But a swordsman is a swordsman after all, and after seeing that others are better than himself, he finally doesn't want to be an ordinary person anymore.

After becoming the first, he chose to go into hiding, which can be said to see through fame and fortune, and chose to go into seclusion without becoming the first, which can only be said to be a coward.

For this, Xie Xiaofeng sees it very clearly.

Especially when another man walked up to the sacred mountain, he felt this feeling even stronger.

He still has an enemy that he has not defeated, the fifteenth sword, an opponent who has left a psychological shadow on him for the rest of his life.