Su Yu is not a swordsman who will give up easily, and his persistence in both fast sword and cultivation is not comparable to ordinary monks.

Losing attacks again and again did not make him show any decadence, but made him more calm.

Xu Yu continued to calmly look for the flaws on Dao Xisheng's body, and then took out his sword again and again, and then was blocked again and again.

Only then was he able to be sure that the water of the Dao Stream seemed to have developed a special spirit like his bearded sword, and he would actually learn to take the initiative to protect the Lord.

After another half-burnt incense, the two of them have gone through more than 100 styles and still have no winners or losers.

Xu Yu finally stopped using the fast sword, and under the seamless defense of Daoxi Shui Tianyi, he chose to reappear and fight with Daoxi Sheng head-on.

If anyone thinks that Xu Yu is only a fast sword, then he must be very wrong.

Not only does he use a quick sword, but he also uses too many swords.

A thousand swords, a thousand swords.

The sword in the hand of Xu Yu, who had returned to its original position, had changed back to its original length, but the sword was already stained with long strands of hair, which was Dao Xisheng's hair.

Before he knew it, his sword was getting closer and closer to Dao Xisheng's head.

When he knew that he couldn't hurt this junior brother, Xu Yu finally began to show his full strength.

Daoxi generated a target for him to practice his sword.

He had to put all his effort into seeing if he could make the target even a little damaged, after all, he hadn't even touched the latter's shirt a few times.

Xu Yu took out the sword again, but this time it was not a fast sword, it was a slow sword, a slow sword.

It was so slow that everyone could see every movement on his wrist, and they couldn't understand the majestic aura emanating from the sword.

Heavy as a mountain, indestructible, through the mountains and seas.

This is the sword heart of the moment, full of vicissitudes and heaviness that do not belong to his age, that is the heaviness of life.

Whether eternal or fleeting, the weight of life can never be measured by time.

The haughty epiphany is usually born on a majestic peak, goes through countless hours of experience, and finally blooms at dusk or night, and does not need to be admired, just to appreciate the beauty of its own bloom after a long period of tenderness.

Although the epiphany only blooms for less than three hours in its life, it has also had the most beautiful amazement, which is better than too many mediocre mortals in the world who spend their lives in mediocrity.

So life is always heavy.

It's like the sword in Xu Yu's hand, it used to be just an ordinary spring cicada, and then it became such a sharp sword after a thousand temperings.

It took a long, long time for Su Yu to stand down this sword, which contained his sword heart, as well as many of the insights he had gained from being alone in the Mill Dao Forest.

When the sword has not been cut off, the sword qi on the sword has been swept out one step ahead, when this sword qi first appeared, it was as weak as the breath of a newborn baby, and then it gradually became solid, turning into a gas needle that was not long or short, with the completion of each action of the sword, this sword qi also continued to become obvious, it was like a life that continued to grow after a new life, crossed the long river of time, and continued to become imposing in a short time.

After turning into a qi needle, the sword qi spread into a straight line visible to the naked eye in half a breath, and this straight line continued to grow wildly towards both ends of heaven and earth, and soon became extremely narrow.

The ice sword has already appeared in Dao Xisheng's hand, and Dao Xisheng has also taken out the sword, and when his sword reappeared in his hand, it has grown three feet again, and it is still growing violently, but this sword has the shape of a sword but has no sword power, although it looks gorgeous, it still pales in comparison with the sword qi of the moment.

At this time, the sword qi the size of a thread had quietly spread forward, forming a pure white sword surface, but there was still a constant distance between it and Dao Xisheng's ice sword.

This still and growing fan seems to merge with the air, and it and the air do not have any sense of repulsion from each other, but rather go hand in hand.

This also comes from the sword heart of the moment, and life is accompanied by each other, and it is endless.

The slow sword of the moment is like a silent spring rain falling gently, you don't know when it will appear, and it is difficult to notice that it has appeared, but when it appears, it must have almost landed on top of your head.

This ever-spreading sword qi walked slowly, and then it ran into the ice sword that Dao Xisheng had estimated to be eight zhang long, and the two met first silently, and then there was an explosive roar.

This roar not only caught everyone watching the battle off guard, but also caused the space centered on Dao Xisheng and Xu Yu to begin to collapse and shrink, showing chaos.

There is really too much dark energy hidden in this sword, and these dark energy has been hidden in the sword qi and has never been released.

But the moment it came into contact with Dao Xisheng's ice sword, it was like a leaky ball, and it suddenly poured out its power frantically and expanded to the extreme.

Dao Xisheng was the one who bore the brunt, and the dark energy was so strong that it turned the ice sword in his hand into powder in an instant.

Then his clothes were damaged, and then his meticulously groomed hair.

Fortunately, he was not injured, but he looked a little embarrassed.

The grizzled Dao Xisheng looked a little stunned and then a little depressed after finding that he didn't seem to have the slightest strength to fight back under the sword of Xu Yu.

In his impression, it seemed that he had been beaten so badly by his peers for the first time, and he had not even had time to show his full strength and moves before he was defeated.

"Big brother, I understand now, I'm not suitable for swords, although the person who wields the sword does look handsome, but I really am not that piece of material. Dao Xisheng, who was beaten very embarrassed, suddenly seemed to be a different person, and even began to feel sorry for himself.

"You really aren't fit for sword training. Su Yu replied mercilessly.

He knew that the sword in Dao Xisheng's hand was not like a sword, but more like a magic weapon to gain spiritual wisdom.

Dao Xisheng's sword is a sword with no blade, no sword intent, and no sword heart, so this is not a sword at all.

Su Yu didn't say it too bluntly.

How could the smart and sensitive Dao Xisheng not understand the gap, because of understanding, he understood what a real swordsman should look like.

Moisturizing all things, endlessly, endlessly, should not have his fixed shape in the first place.

At this time, Dao Xisheng only figured out these questions, but it was indeed not too late, he was still young, and there were still countless times to ponder.

Dao Xisheng, who lost the fighting method, suddenly felt a little tired and a little bored, he now knew that fighting was not such a fun thing, only if the fight was won, it would feel fun.

So he doesn't want to experience this uncomfortable feeling anymore, he wants to continue to be serious, don't learn from Handan, and follow suit.

In the end, Dao Xisheng left a little cowardly, and Dou Fa obtained a beautiful beard and hurriedly walked away with him behind his ass.

It's over the fight, and the rest of the matter here has nothing to do with the two of them.

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Tianyi, who was still preparing for the ascension in the Meditation Cliff, happened to see the fighting method of Xu Yu and Dao Xisheng in addition to his penance, and his eyes suddenly opened wide for a while, as if he had seen something incredible.

There are really not many things and people in this world who can make Tianyi's eyes earn such a big thing, but Su's Kenshin is one of them.

Tianyi has seen thousands of sword hearts in his life. But none of them made such a deep impression on him.

When people think of swords, they usually think of a blood-stained weapon first, then the withering of life, and finally those swordsmen whose faces are expressionless and as cold and ruthless as swords.

Nobody thinks about life, no one thinks about growth.

But the sword of the moment is a sword of growth, and this kind of sword has a deadly hidden edge in the elegance of the gentle jade, and it is easy to be surprised.

This is the real sword going off the rails.

Tianyi has seen too many new life, and he has lamented life, but in the end, he was impressed by the young boy, and finally became a person with seven emotions and six desires.

He could read the sword, but unfortunately he didn't have time to point out this interesting young swordsman.

In fact, in the perception of life, Xu Yu did not fall too far behind Tianyi.

After all, even if an immortal mountain becomes an immortal person, it must not be able to understand the struggle of a person with limited time before birth, old age, sickness and death.

The darkness at the bottom of Tianyan seemed to be deeper, which meant that the day he left was imminent.

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Dao Xisheng, who had never been in a fight, was like a child who had been robbed of sugar, with wind under his feet, running extremely fast, making Xu Xuan, who was struggling to find it in the back, cry bitterly.

"Grandma, stop quickly, let me ask a few words?" Xu Yu screamed behind Dao Xisheng's buttocks, trying to stop people and talk a few words.

"Don't argue, people aren't in a good mood today, let's play together another day." Dao Xisheng, who was in an extremely bad mood, walked faster without appreciation, and even began to run.

Both of them forgot that they could use the light skills of their feet, and they both walked and ran like ordinary people.

Dao Xisheng, who was running in front, suddenly cried as he ran, and then ran harder.

With a helpless face, he had no choice but to hurry up and continue to follow closely behind.

In the end, Dao Xisheng, who was tired of crying and running, finally stopped, and unabashedly revealed to Xu Yu that pitiful face, with snot and tears mixed together.

His grievances have been palpable.

"After so many years, you are still like this, if you can't beat me, you will run, you will cry, sometimes I think you are quite pitiful. Why are you so stubborn by nature? People who are too stubborn will be very tired no matter what they do. Xu Yu stretched out his hands and wiped all the snot and tears off his face, feeling a little distressed.

In the past, Dao Xisheng also loved to cry like this, but he would always cry in front of Xu Yan, because Xu Yan was his only friend, and he was the only person who could beat him back.

After so many years, many things have changed, but his tears and stubbornness seem to transcend time and have never changed.

"Have you really forgotten me?" asked him again.

Dao Xisheng didn't answer, but his memory seemed to have drifted to a very distant past.