With a careless move, Zhuge Chen, who was wrapped in layers of purple and black mist, could only make this move, and he was able to escape from it by resisting the sword qi with his own body. In fact, it wasn't how unbearable Zhuge Chen was in the fight, it was really the unpredictable methods of the saint, not necessarily when he suddenly changed the direction of the sword qi and caught him off guard. If you fight hard for the majesty of the sword qi, Zhuge Chen thinks that he will definitely lose. He held the sword qi dragon in the palm of his hand and let it resettle into his big sleeve. Then put the Sanchen sword into the scabbard, and chose to only use the rubber pillar sword to deal with the middle-aged man.

The reason for this is not only because the rubber pillar sword is ranked before the Sanchen Sword on the list of 100 weapons, but also because this sword has been by his side since he became a sword cultivator. The sword path contained in it is Zhuge Chen's original sword way. As for Sanchen, after all, he is a kendo man's sword before his death. Xingchen Kendo has been tempered in every inch of the blade, even if Zhuge Chen has obtained the complete inheritance of the sword path person, but if he wants to turn Sanchen into his own sword, he still needs to work slowly.

If you want to compare Jian Xiu with the rest of the cultivators, there is actually no difference in the beginning except for the killing power. But after the bamboo basket fetchs water, there are two different roads. Jian Xiu turned it into Yangguan Road and a single-plank bridge, like a bamboo basket magic technique, and the practitioner needed to build a bamboo basket with his own qi machine and put it into the water to salvage the magic technique. If you don't like it, you can naturally replace it, but it will take a lot more time and energy than normal. But sword cultivation doesn't need to be like this, the magic technique is his own sword. For example, in the cave of the Demon Cave Kendo people, Zhuge Chen "stole" the bamboo basket magic mirror flower and water moon with the help of the foundation of mountains and rivers, which was his sword path.

The middle-aged man saw that Zhuge Chen didn't plan to fight him again, so he simply walked out of the purple and black mist and said, "What's the matter, it's over, it's over?"

Zhuge Chen chuckled and said, "I haven't learned the housekeeping skills of my predecessors, so it's naturally impossible to retreat." ”

"What a big breath. The middle-aged man said slowly, and then he gently threw his saber higher, while lowering his hands. The mist, which was still invisible, turned white and spread through the air. It is just like a goose feather snow in the middle of winter, but Zhuge Chen, who is also a sword cultivator, knows in his heart that every piece of snowflake is a killing robbery: "Look at how you sweep the snow in front of the door." ”

The middle-aged man's saber is called a goose feather, and this is not a secret thing. But for his self-proclaimed sword path in front of the door, there are not many people who have really seen it. After all, sword cultivation kills people, and most of them use sword qi and sword intent, and only in the competition with fellow sword cultivators will they be more inclined to use their natal sword dao. It's like the last punch that the boxer suppressed on the cultivation path in his chest, and the natal formation pattern engraved by the formation master on the cultivation path. They are all things that can only be used at the moment of life and death, and of course, many formation masters, boxers and sword cultivators have no talent or fortune to keep their own "natal things".

Speaking of goose feathers, it involves a past.

......

Since a middle-aged man can become holy, when he is young, he is naturally the pride of heaven with whom all parties want to befriend. It's just that the middle-aged man at that time was not a sword cultivator, but a Confucian who didn't listen to anything outside the window. Even when you go out, you still hold a classic in your hand, and you can read it aloud when you walk on the road. Many local people like to call him Little Master because of his noble character, which also makes him very useful. It's just that as a Confucian student, although the realm of middle-aged men when he was young has advanced by leaps and bounds, he is not good at fighting, and even cultivators who are one realm below him are not opponents.

And it was precisely because of a tragedy that he abandoned his writing and became a sword cultivator today.

Even today's Confucian scholars pay attention to reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, and that time was no exception. The middle-aged man walking between the mountains and rivers provoked the young master of a large sect because of an accident, and he was young and vigorous, and his own truth was on his side, so it was naturally impossible for the middle-aged man to apologize. Instead, he relied on the realm to clean up the young master, and as a result, he was hated by the other party. Three months later, when he finally returned to his hometown from his long journey, he found that the entire city had been destroyed. He walked among the remnants of the broken wall, and his eyes were full of mess. The snow fell to the ground and piled up, but it couldn't hide the corpses of the people in the city. Some of them, he knows well, and even the bookcase behind him has a small gift specially brought for them. And in the center of the city, in the private school he frequented, there was a piece of paper written with blood as ink.

There are only three words on the paper, "Jing Ling Zong". He remembered very well that this was the sect where he cleaned up the young master. Knowing the cause and effect of the incident, he almost fell to the ground in despair. After a while, he took out the small gifts that were still lying in the bookcase and smashed them one by one.

It was supposed to be a "small courtesy, not a tribute." But now it's not just that I can't say it, but even if I say it, who will listen?

It's really white, it's really clean.

He stood like this in the snow for three days and three nights, until a ranger-like man from afar came to his senses because he didn't see him who had become a "snowman".

The ranger bent down, picked up the snow and said to himself, "The snow on the ground is so thick, it will have to be a few days! I said, brother, are you from this city, why are they all dead, and you are the only one who survives?"

The "snowman" opened his mouth and said only one word: "Get out!"

"I'm really boring myself. The Ranger snorted, but still helped remove the snow from his body. When the ranger saw the bookcase he was carrying behind him, he said in a weird way: "Yo, I'm still a reader." Let me guess, seeing that you are so sad, the reason why the people in the city are dying should be because of you, right?"

He finally couldn't hold it anymore, and the dignified seventy-seven men knelt on the ground crying bitterly, and they didn't even have the strength to speak for a while. The great sadness seemed to drain the qi in his body, and he was obviously a cultivator, but now he seemed to be even more pitiful than a mortal.

The Ranger stood beside him and looked at him for a moment, then shook his head and walked away. He thought it was good, so he just let himself stay here as a sinner. Sleep with the people whose faces are still clearly visible in his mind today, without being disturbed by anyone.

When it was completely dark, the Ranger came with a bundle of lumber in his arms, and raised himself on the fire to roast what seemed to be the beast that had just arrived. After a stick of incense, he stared at the last remaining beast leg, and after hesitating for a long time, he looked at him and said, "Don't cry, come and eat." It's good to be hard for everyone, don't be hard for yourself!"

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, the ranger, who was not embarrassed at all, continued: "You said that all the people in this city are dead...... Who is to blame?"

After a moment of silence, he stretched out his hand and gave himself a resounding slap in the face: "Of course it's me, if I didn't have to be in the limelight, how could they die like this?

The ranger threw away the beast leg that he had thought about but still decided to give to the other party, walked forward with a curse, and slapped him in the face: "I really have been blinded by lard if I want to give you such a waste of beast legs! You are a young Confucian who voluntarily travels thousands of miles with a bookcase on your back, even if you provoke others, it will not be because you are acting for the tiger, right? If this is the case, it would be better to simply stay in the city and bully men and women, and you will not be able to go out and ask for hardships." Obviously, it is not yourself who has been wrong all along, but you have to put it on your head. Now he wants to die or live, crying for the people of the city. Could it be that from now on, everyone will have to calculate all the consequences that can happen before they will stand up for the weak? Bullshit! But how can it be you who is wrong? The other party who killed all the people in this city! This is the case from beginning to end. If you are really sad, you will cry and regret it here, it is better to go to the other party's sect. Killing all the cultivators involved in this matter and taking revenge is the most important thing you should do at the moment. ”

After the ranger said this, he still looked a little sloppy. It's just that after he coughed, he said to himself: "Damn, I haven't spent so much spitting stars for many years." Only then did his image of being tall and majestic greatly reduced.

Hearing this, he seemed to have renewed hope, but when he thought that the other party was a behemoth like the Silent Zero Sect, he couldn't help but retreat. Now he is only at the peak of the Mandate of Heaven, and he is still a Confucian who is not good at fighting. And the sect masters of the Silent Zero Sect are all cultivators who draw water from bamboo baskets, not to mention that there may be dormant old monsters in the sect. If he just went like this, it would be tantamount to death. He is not afraid of death, but after his death, who will sweep the graves of the dead people in the city? The ranger not far away is a person worthy of dependence, but looking at his disgraced appearance, I am afraid that he is also a person who depends on the sky to eat and be hungry and full, how can he stay here willingly because the two of them met in Pingshui?

The ranger looked at his hesitant appearance, frowned, and continued, "You don't really want to stay here forever, do you? ”

"I'm sorry. He sincerely apologized: "But if I really go, there is a chance that I will die there." I'm not afraid, I'm just worried that I won't be able to come back, and the people in the city are too lonely. ”

"What kind of realm is the cultivator with the highest realm on the other side?" the ranger asked straight to the point, "If it really doesn't work, I'll go with you." There's no way, now that I've met them, I'll help you with a hand. Besides, I can't get used to such a ruthless cultivator who slaughters the entire city, I always see one killing one, and if there are two, I will kill a pair. ”

Thinking that the ranger was bragging, he thanked the other party for his kindness, but for some reason, he still told the situation about the Jingling Sect. Maybe it's a gamble, maybe it's just to keep all the words in your heart and want to feel good for a while.

Who knew that the ranger waved his arms and said loudly: "It's just a bamboo basket to fetch water, there is a fart to be afraid of, I still think of it as a human immortal!"

After saying that, he took off the sword blade that he had been carrying behind him, and said while patting: "See, you have a bookcase, and I also have a guy or something." It's not a poor ranger, it's rich!"

Later, things were very simple, that ranger was Li Jingyun, and at that time he had become an immortal, but he was not as reluctant to walk around as he is now. And the Jingling Sect was a demonic outer path that took a fork in the road from the disciple to the sect master, and was killed by Li Jingyun with a sword. And the middle-aged man who had seen the power of the sword also replaced the bookcase on his back with a sword, wandering around like a ranger, just to do chivalrous justice.

In order to commemorate the encounter in the heavy snow, the middle-aged man named his sword path Menzenxue, and he didn't have to sweep himself. Wherever he passed, he would sweep away the snow with his sword. As for the saber goose feather, it is even more appropriate.

And the city that has become a broken wall has been refined into his own small world by the middle-aged man who has become a saint. Although this is naturally not as ingenious as the rest of the saints, there are gains and losses, and who can tell that his practice is not the right way?

......

Heavy snow falls, as if winter has arrived.

The other saints in the city were also alarmed at this time and walked out of their own cultivation place. There is a big demon form of penance and sanctification, the nature is rebellious, when the middle-aged man came here, it was convenient for the other party to have a fight, but because he couldn't crack the heavy snow, he had to lose, and now he saw him again and naturally sighed a lot: "Could it be that there is another saint? But this snow in front of the door, after all, it is still difficult to deal with!"

Zhuge Chen stood in the middle of the snow, never taking a step. Of course, he wasn't waiting for the middle-aged man to show his flaws, after all, he was a saint, and maintaining the stability of his sword path was as simple as breathing. When a snowflake fell on him, his figure rushed forward like a flying fly. The surrounding snowflakes were still falling lightly, but they couldn't be contaminated with the white clothes.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "Certain!"

Suddenly, the wind was strong, and the flying snow seemed to suddenly turn into countless ice swords, falling straight from the clouds, trying to poke countless holes in Zhuge Chen's body. If that's all, the realm of Zhuge Chen's Heavenly Destiny may not be able to dodge, but there seems to be some kind of connection between each ice sword. It's obviously not a formation, but because the sword is implicated in each other, it seems to be one.

Zhuge Chen frowned, and a wisp of sword qi floated out from his big sleeve and hit an ice sword. In an instant, the world changed, and the ice sword even emerged from under Zhuge Chen's feet, and constantly compressed the space that could be used for him to move. Where is the snow in front of the door, it is clearly a nirvana!

Waiting for the ice swords at the upper and lower ends to finally converge, they condensed into a single piece of ice. The sword qi was faintly visible in it, and the purple-black mist reappeared, dyeing the originally transparent ice into the same deep color.

And the middle-aged man also stopped at this time, which was just a little mystery of the snow in front of his kendo door. Although he thinks that Zhuge Chen is not worthy of Li Jingyun's attention at all, it is already very good to be able to hold on for so long. Ordinary Heavenly Mandate Realm cultivators didn't even have the courage to draw their weapons when facing a saint, but the white-clothed man who was trapped in the ice not only did not fear him, the saint, but took the initiative to ask him for the sword. Courage is commendable, but after all, it cannot be compared with talent. Maybe it's just that the time has not yet come for the young man to rise to the top?" he thought carelessly.

"Now that you've seen my kendo, you should be able to understand the gap between you and me, right? In any case, I'm a saint, and I can't compare to you, a hairy boy who hasn't even reached the age of standing. It's good to have a high heart, but arrogance is not. Cultivate well in the future, the Great Sword Immortal values you so much, naturally he has his reason, you must not live up to it. The middle-aged man said as he prepared to take back the piece of ice that contained his sword path: "I won't seriously hurt you as you said, just go back to Jiangshui City to find good fortune." The Great Sword Immortal has already told me that he wants to give you a flying sword that is excellent even if he is taken outside. ”

But at this moment, a voice sounded in his ears: "Since I haven't been able to get the approval of your predecessors, how can I have the face to take the flying sword from Jiangshui City? A few years ago, when I was also in the current realm, I was able to hold on to a stick of incense in the hands of the old thing, and now I think that I am better than then, so I have to appreciate your sword path again before I am willing to go back with peace of mind." ”

As he spoke, Bai Yi squinted his eyes and said quite jokingly: "Senior, don't spare your strength, those soft flying snow really can't touch my body." ”

The middle-aged man turned his head, he looked at Zhuge Chen, who was intact and didn't even have wrinkles in white clothes, and asked, "Could it be that this is your sword way, is it rush?"

"It's more than that. Zhuge Chen opened his mouth and replied: "I call it the White Horse, and it is a gadget that I came up with after sharpening my kendo. The old thing told me that if I really want to keep improving my killing power, it's better not to use it, so I usually keep it with kendo. Unless it really comes to the point of life and death that is powerless, it is indeed a little more laid-back. ”

The middle-aged man really didn't expect that there would be such a person in the world, and he realized that not only did he not use the sword move, but he would dislike others and be difficult to balance. Where is this sword idiot, it is clearly a sword immortal who has not yet grown up. What's even more terrifying is that the madness of the white cloth is more than a step higher than when he abandoned the article in the first place. But where does he have a deep hatred of blood, and a person who really carries a heavy burden on his shoulders will not show such a smile.

"What is the name of your kendo?" the middle-aged man asked before he could do anything.

"Mirrors. After Bai Yi replied, he thrust the rubber pillar sword into his eyebrows.