The spring breeze is full of breezes, and the air seems to have a faint fragrance of flowers.

Li Wuning sat upright in the room, holding a rag in his hand, and a few blood-drenched characters on the rag were crooked.

On the gray, mud-stained, tattered silk cloth were written a few large, crooked red characters: "Sword Saint Wind Bone." ”

As soon as he saw these words, he felt a tingle in his waist, his whole body was sore, and he coughed involuntarily.

After the death of Timore, the Anshi Rebellion had also subsided, and the town government made the frontier select talents and held a martial arts conference. Regardless of whether it is black or white, you can participate and meet friends with martial arts.

The highest call for winning the championship is Li Wuning.

Some people say that he is the one with the highest swordsmanship in the last ten years, others say that he is the one with the highest martial arts after Tiemoller, and some people say that Tiemoller is no more than the same when he is alive.

On the night of August 14, which was also the eve of the competition, a bright moon shone in the sky like a jade plate of ice crystals.

The inn where he stayed was a fine courtyard with an elegant patio.

A strange man in a gray shirt has been sitting by the patio for two days.

During the day, he sat on a stone pier in the patio, on which were placed two pairs of chopsticks, a pot of wine, two cups, a plate of peanuts, and a neatly cut Xiaodie vegetarian chicken, every day was the same, even the shopkeeper was very strange.

At night he sat on the stone pier for a while, and when the lights went out, he went to bed, very punctually.

It was nearly evening, and the man in gray was sitting there, eating his old four things again.

Li Wuning didn't seem to be interested in the Gray Man, but he seemed to be very interested in the Gray Man's hands, which were very well-maintained, with slender and powerful fingers and short trimmed nails.

The man in gray looked at Li Wuning staring at his hands, looked at the "Blood Sword", sighed, and said softly and slowly: "Your heart is too vicious, let's practice for a few years before coming here." ”

Li Wuning debuted at this time for only a year, and he really killed countless people, and the rivers and lakes gave him the title of "Blood Sword", but Li Wuning is the self-proclaimed "Sword Saint" The momentum of martial arts is to catch up with Tie Moeller back then, he is young, his prestige is flourishing, and his anger is naturally very great.

"Your Excellency has come thousands of miles to compete, why don't you sit down and have a drink?", the man in gray pushed the chopsticks in front of him.

Li Wuning suddenly said: "Wine is drunk morning and night, I want to ask you for your kung fu, please!"

When the word "please" came out, he suddenly picked up the chopsticks on the table and stabbed them diagonally.

This unusually ruthless young swordsman, at this moment, actually used bamboo chopsticks as a sword, and displayed a spicy swordsmanship that combined with Fusang swordsmanship, and in a blink of an eye, he had already stabbed seven swords at the gray-clothed man.

Li Wuning has already attacked the second sword in the chain of seven swords, the chopsticks are light, ruthless and weird, and the sword is not far from the eyes of the gray-clothed man.

It seems that he wants to pick out the eyeballs of the man in gray with a chopstick.

The man in gray was still sitting there, and he also picked up a bamboo chopstick in his hand, as long as his bamboo chopsticks were gently stroked, he immediately dissolved the ruthless offensive of the past lightly.

Li Wuning suddenly stopped, and he suddenly found that this gray-clothed man seemed to know more about the swordsmanship he used than himself.

Li Wuning suddenly changed the bamboo chopsticks, and drank "Breaking the Sword Technique" in a low voice.

The sound of this chopsticks is gloomy, this sword is the gathering of Li Wuning's lifelong skills, and the end is imposing, even if it is with chopsticks, the momentum is already overwhelming, I don't know how the gray-clothed man will resist.

The face of the man in gray seemed to be covered with a mask, and there was no panic or fear on his face, only the eyes, which were really bottomless, like two deep black ambers.

Li Wuning saw that the man in gray seemed to be unremarkable, but the location was accurate, the situation was clever, and the end was extraordinary.

The man in gray is a famous style, no matter how the chopsticks are changed, they are their eyebrows, no matter how they are vigorous, the chopsticks are ingenious, and the changes are agile, the other party is still their own eyebrows, and they do not change at the moment.

Li Wuning's sword was so good that the center of his eyebrows was on the chopsticks of the gray-clothed man, and the chopsticks were pushed to the eyebrows, and the strength was amazing.

There was a soft slap, and the chopsticks were against each other.

Li Wuning's body shook, and the person took three steps back with the stone bench, almost sitting down. But the man in gray sat still.

Li Wuning believed that the man in gray had profound skills, and he was far above him.

He was stunned, calmed down, his eyes showed a fierce light, and suddenly his right chopsticks flew up and hit the chest of the man in gray, and the left chopsticks "snorted", but stabbed the left arm of the man in gray.

The man in gray still sat steadily, but his upper body was straighter, he picked up the chopsticks with his right hand, first pointed a little bit towards the door of Li Wuning, and then three stabs in succession were stabbed to the left shoulder, one chopstick was as fast as a chopstick, and the third chopsticks could not tell where the chopsticks were and where the hand was.

Li Wuning also secretly thought in his heart: "This person's kung fu is too good, he must be a person with a great background, looking at his body and demeanor, it seems that he has seen it somewhere before." But I don't know who he really is? If I hadn't learned the 'Jiahe Knife Technique' left by the old man in the cave, I was afraid that if I didn't use three moves and two styles, I would have been obedient to him and fell to the ground."

The gray man didn't even return the six swords, and he didn't even return his hand, but he didn't have the upper hand at all, although the chopsticks are not as good as the long sword, but the strength is more wonderful, and it flies when it is touched, and it is heavy but it is broken.

The heart became more and more excited, and the heart of victory became more and more crazy, and the bass in his mouth shouted again and again, and he picked up the remaining chopsticks, flew with two chopsticks, and made three sword killing moves.

The man in gray only defended and did not attack, and the chopsticks always intercepted him halfway towards his double chopsticks, and clicked casually, forcing the opponent to withdraw his chopsticks by himself.

The more Li Wuning fights, the more frightened he becomes, he sits on the horse suddenly, and shouts lowly, "Nest heart chop", the right chopsticks are stacked on the left chopsticks,

This chain of chopsticks is all self-threatening, and it is extremely spicy.

The man in gray was lightly handled, patting a soft sound, the sound was as dense as a bead, and it was very urgent, but it was every chopstick of the man in gray who caught a chopstick.

But when he saw the gray-clothed man pinching a sword trick with chopsticks in his left hand, he shouted: "Look at the sword!" The long chopsticks were like blue light, and they were transformed into countless sword flowers, shrouded around Li Wuning's body.

I only heard the sneering, the chopsticks were dotted, and the man in gray stabbed out seven or eight swords one after another, which was really fast like lightning, and the stabbing attack was resisted, which was really a swordsmanship of the most esoteric!

Li Wuning only felt a flower in front of him, but the other party's chopsticks were stabbing and stabbing west, drifting back and forth, the swordsmanship was wonderful, he had never seen it in his life, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good swordsmanship!" In the flickering sword light, it was difficult to see the origin of the opponent's swordsmanship for a while.

In the sound of patting, the sword light of the two chopsticks has been dismantled more than ten moves.

When the fight reached the fifteenth move, the gray-clothed man's chopsticks went sideways, stabbed out obliquely, and drew an arc in mid-air.

But seeing that he is moving his sword like the wind, the sword flowers are dotted, the vertical and horizontal changes, and there is no way to wonder. Li Wuning only saw that his eyes were dazzled, and his mind flashed: "These swords are flowing and changing, and they are so good." Is there no trace to be found?"

Just as his thoughts flashed, he felt a chill on his chest, and a long red mark had been drawn on his left chest by the tip of the chopsticks. He felt a chill in his heart, knowing that it was the other party's sword that showed mercy, otherwise he was very likely to have rotten skin and broken bones.

After twenty moves, the gray-clothed man said in a deep voice: "Don't let go yet!" The wrist was slightly sideways, the long chopsticks were slightly off, the blue light flashed again, and there was a soft sound of snorting. Li Wuning snorted in pain, the tip of his right finger was sore, and his chest was numb, knowing that he had been injured.

He was frightened, only to feel that the tiger's mouth was in severe pain, and he couldn't hold it anymore, his chopsticks were long gone, and the clothes on his chest were also torn, which were the four red marks "Sword Saint Wind Bone".

The man in gray suddenly jumped up again, and with a hollow somersault, he flipped out upside down and jumped far away. I saw that his figure shook a few times, quickened his pace, and went away without looking back.

In an instant, the man in gray had disappeared into the moonlight.

Li Wuning stood there for a long time, thinking about the figure and tone of the gray-clothed man, and he felt more and more déjà vu. Is this man familiar with him? Who is he?

was guided by the man in gray for no reason, and fought inexplicably, waiting for himself to be defeated, independent and vast, and only felt indescribable loneliness in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh for a long time.

He remembered the words of the man in gray, he appeared in the rivers and lakes, and someone would seek revenge anytime and anywhere, and he really couldn't guard against it. Thinking of killing a lot, how can I be worthy of the family members of those dead heroes, and the sweat on my forehead is clear.

Standing quietly in the night breeze, but seeing the stars and moon shining on the water surface in the distance, a little bit of shining, like a river full of stars, looking at it, there is no figure.

A breeze blew on the water, and it was quite chilling.

The flowers and trees on both sides of the road seemed to have been destroyed by this sword, and the air was full, and the evening breeze was bleak, and even the clumps of yellow chrysanthemums could not dance in the faint moonlight.

These swords have been learned all his life, and they have condensed his skills, hard work, and diligence.

It's just that this time he is facing the man in gray, and the man in gray has not changed much at this moment, neither sitting up nor covering anything, the only thing that has changed is speed.

A flick of his fingers was sixty moments, and in this instant, the changes and speed of his body almost exceeded the limit of human physical strength, and also exceeded the limit of his own physical ability.

The reason why a person can succeed is that he is often able to surpass the limits of his own physical abilities with a superhuman willpower and survival power.

A person who thinks that he will die anytime and anywhere in the eyes of others can not die for the same reason.

An ordinary person must not be able to jump more than a foot wide, but if there is a dog or a knife behind him, it is a different matter.

Li Wuning disappeared from the underworld from then on.

Spring is not too beautiful, but spring is late, although spring is still left in the south of the Yangtze River, I don't know how long it will take to get here, but between the earth, there is already a little spring.

The most difficult locust trees at the door have bloomed locust flowers, and there is a faint dark fragrance.

The crowd gathers.

The protagonist of today's battle with Lu Changfeng has not yet come, and even the injured head of the Divine Fist Sect, Yuan Changshi, has arrived tremblingly at this moment.

The sweat on Hai Kuotian's forehead couldn't stop rising, and he couldn't help but get anxious, and asked around: "What about Li Wuning?"

A beggar disciple carrying three sacks on his back whispered: "Hai Gang Master, last night a person entered the room of Li Wuning, talked with him for a while, and couldn't stop comparing swordsmanship in the room, and what did he say 'Liangyi Swordsmanship', would there be any hidden secrets, and say goodbye?"

Haikuo Tianqi said: "Lu Changfeng is not from the Wudang faction, this is really inexplicable!"

Suddenly, he saw a purple whale gang in the distance, looking panicked, it was the child he sent to invite Li Wuning.

Hai Kuotian was worried in his heart, and sure enough, as soon as the man sneaked up, he said in a panic: "Helper, it's not good, I'll invite it in the morning, there is no one in the house, not even the luggage!"

Hai Kuotian never expected that Li Wuning would really escape, he was shocked and angry, and scolded: "What Li Wuning, I still want to dominate the green forest!"

The people around him were also shocked when they heard that they didn't say goodbye, thinking that the appointment was approaching and the road was long, and they felt panicked.

But when they heard Zhuo Ziheng's hearty laughter coming from afar, everyone was already annoyed, thinking that Zhuo Ziheng and Li Wuning were familiar with each other, they all had the heart to question him, and they immediately walked towards the laughter.

Just when everyone was talking about grandparents and their fathers and godmothers, in the bamboo forest, Zhuo Ziheng and Li Wuning walked side by side, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then greeted them with a smile.

As he was muttering to himself, he suddenly heard a cold whistle above his head, and someone said aloud: "You have asked me to meet here, do you have any advice?"

It was the long wind that arrived.

The road is long and Hu Miji walks side by side, standing in front of the bamboo forest, under the early sun of spring, the two of them are fluttering, and their posture is dignified.

Hai Kuotian took a step forward and said in a loud voice: "Lu Changfeng, my Purple Whale invited the Sword Saint to make a move today, if you have the heart to turn back, you might as well hand over that woman, we have lost human lives, just your Excellency kowtows a few times under the spiritual position, and we will compensate ourselves, and this will be written off!"

Lu Changfeng looked at Hu Miji and said lightly: "Li Wuning!" snorted coldly in his nose.

When the heroes saw that he didn't take the Sword Saint in his eyes, they were all in an uproar.

Seeing that Lu Changfeng was quite contemptuous, he was slightly angry in his heart and sighed. The body moved slightly, the legs did not shake, the shoulders did not shrug, the body flew up, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the road Changfeng, the cold flashed, the sword did not arrive, and the wind had arrived.

Lu Changfeng didn't expect Li Wuning to come so quickly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he greeted him.

The two of them were like lightning, and the figures flew around, and the two figures became fainter and fainter.

The figures were staggered, the sword light was bright, and Li Wuning shouted loudly, only listening to the three loud sounds of "Ding!", "Ding!", and "Ding!", Li Wuning was like a paper kite, floating out of Zhangyu and falling back to Zhuo Ziheng's side.

Lu Changfeng's expression remained unchanged, Li Wuning looked at Lu Changfeng, and said lightly: "Good swordsmanship, what is the relationship between Your Excellency and the Red Line Woman?"

Lu Changfeng said: "This swordsmanship has the same name as this sword, and it is called 'Ni Clothes and Feather Clothes'!"

Li Wuning nodded and said, "It turns out that Your Excellency is the descendant of Nanjiyun Hero, disrespectful, disrespectful!"

Lu Changfeng said lightly: "I am not a descendant of Nan Jiyun, Your Excellency should not be wrong." ”

Li Wuning waved his hand and said, "I have fought with Nan Jiyun, how can I not recognize it?"

After that, he turned around and said to Zhuo Ziheng: "I promised a person, if it is not a great evil, I will never kill anyone, and now Lu Changfeng is not a traitor, I can't do anything." Then he arched his hand at Lu Changfeng, moved on his toes, and walked away quickly.

The group of heroes were stunned when they heard this, and when they reacted, Li Wuning had already gone far away, and was about to catch up, when they suddenly felt a flower in front of them, and the road Changfeng had already been with Hu Miji, and they had already hit the front of the eyes.

The people who came here were all invited by the sea and the sky, and they felt that they couldn't lose face, and said: "Lu Changfeng, you let go of that woman, we don't embarrass you!"

Lu Changfeng ignored it, pulled Hu Miji, and walked in front of Qunhao, everyone had the intention to stop him, but no one had such courage, they were silent, watching Lu Changfeng go away.

Hu Miji seemed to be very happy in her heart with the long wind, although Yuan Changshi was also afraid in his heart, but seeing Hu Miji's beauty, a pair of eyes couldn't help but roll on her.

Suddenly, Hu Miji smiled at Yuan Changshi on the side of her head.

This smile turned away from Lu Changfeng, and everyone lowered their heads again, because no one saw it except Yuan Changshi.

Yuan Changshi's blood surged, his head rushed, and he said in his heart: "Why is she smiling at me? Is she interesting to me? Doesn't she already have a long wind?"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed, and she secretly shouted: "I see, Hu Miji must have been forcibly taken away by Lu Changfeng, not voluntarily, the look in her eyes just now just now hinted that I saved her! I want to save her, and she is interesting to me again, won't she marry me?"

This thought for a lifetime, lustful and bold, regardless of the injuries on his body, he took a step forward and pushed the road to the long wind with one palm.

The heroes never expected that Yuan Changshi would be so "bloody" and take the lead in the challenge, all of them exclaimed "ah".

Lu Changfeng saw that his eyes were cloudy, the sun had no internal strength, his shot was slow and light, his skills were not solid, and he had no intention of hurting others, so he ignored it.

Hu Miji beside her slipped under her feet, her body shook, and she didn't know what she stepped on, but she actually fell towards Yuan Changshi.

Seeing that Yuan Changshi's palm was pushed towards Hu Miji, even Yuan Changshi himself was taken aback.

Although the situation was critical, Lu Changfeng had no intention of killing, and at that moment the long sword was horizontal, and the scabbard was pulled forward, holding Hu Miji's crumbling figure, and the sword body was back and took Hu Miji backwards, which slid away.

The long sword sheath pointed at Yuan Changshi and nodded twice, signaling Yuan Changshi to retreat, who knew that at this time, Yuan Changshi was full of courage, his eyes were full of beauty, and where was there still a soul.

At present, how can you have the heart to retreat from the difficulty?

Knowing that martial arts were not good, but he had no intention of restraint, he jumped up with an arrow step and went to pull Hu Miji's arm.

Hu Miji let out a low cry, leaned towards Lu Changfeng's arms, Yuan Changshi didn't know the severity, and with a "click", Hu Miji's arm was dislocated.

Hu Miji's face turned pale in pain, and tears of "wow" also flowed out, Lu Changfeng was furious, and waved his palm "Moon Worship Boy", shaking Yuan Changshi away.

Yuan Changshi was already red-eyed at this time, and he didn't care about it anymore, and rubbed his body up with a move of "Tiger Descending Mountain" with a divine fist.

Lu Changfeng saw that Yuan Changshi was advancing, and his heart was displeased, the horizontal sword was on the grid, the sword momentum remained unchanged, the long sword was sent forward, and the scabbard was focused on Yuan Changshi's chest.

Recruit slowly, Lu Changfeng is reluctant to kill, and this sword has not been forced, but Yuan Changshi was injured by Li Wuning a few days ago, and he has not recovered, and after receiving this blow, he suddenly spurted blood from his mouth and fell to the ground.

When everyone in the Divine Fist Gate saw this scene, they all panicked, and someone rushed forward to help Yuan Changshi, but when he snorted, he was already out of breath.

The crowd was furious and surrounded them one after another.

A "ding" sound was heard in his ears, and countless blades were handed over.

Lu Changfeng's long sword swung continuously, and his body rotated like a spinning top.

Lu Changfeng danced with his long sword, and the sword qi was destroyed, forcing everyone to take a step back, and said loudly: "You really want me to kill you all!"

Zhuo Ziheng raised his hand to signal a pause and asked, "What do you have to say?"

Lu Changfeng said slowly: "The people of Luoyang Donghu have many casualties, but I didn't kill them. I have entered the public gate, and I have not killed many people in my life, but you should not force me, I don't want to kill, but the sword does not necessarily obey the call. ”

There were many heroes and when they heard this, they all felt that Lu Changfeng was afraid, relying on the large number of people, and shouted, "I knew today, why bother in the first place!"

Zhuo Ziheng also said: "Lu Changfeng, put down the sword in your hand, I can protect your whole corpse, otherwise it will be the end of chopping into meat puree?"

Lu Changfeng swept all over the group of heroes with cold eyes, and said Sen Ran: "If you really want to die, then I will let you seek benevolence, it is the bright moon shining on the ditch." ”

There are many people in the crowd, and there are many old enemies and new grievances, so there is still a moment of hesitation, only to hear the sound of the blade, and rush up.

Lu Changfeng had no mercy at this moment, the horizontal sword was unsheathed, and his slender fingers flicked lightly on the body of the sword: "A sword is out of the sheath, and the sky is full of chanting!"