Perhaps most of the heroic things in the world were short-lived, and the curtain came to an end soon after a fleeting amazement, so even the battle between two top swordsmen who had been hidden for a long time was only a quarter of an hour, and the battle quickly ended.

It neither shocks the world nor cries ghosts and gods.

But that high spirits alone were enough to make Yu Yi, who was watching, sway.

The sword of the world is only looking for a sharp edge, and the highest is to be high-spirited, but how many people in this world can be as energetic as the two in front of them? How many people in this world are fortunate enough to see such a battle of will? Even if they have learned this dichotomy, it is enough to be satisfied.

At this time, the old man was already sitting on a stump that was cut by the sword intent when the two were fighting, and only the roots remained, the rusty knife was stuck in the ground, his face was ruddy, and he shook his head and said, "Today, I won't fight." ”

Xiao Feng's soft sword shook and sank into his sleeve, "Is that another day?"

The old man smiled and waved his hand, "But grandpa only has a knife left, interesting?"

Xiao Feng raised his sleeves and flicked them slightly on a tree stump beside him, and sat down casually, "The sword god of the year, is the sword really not ready to be unsheathed when the sword is returned?"

"Unsheathed?" The old man shook his head calmly, stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him, "Do you know why grandpa is willing to be a sheath man all these years?"

Xiao Feng thought about it seriously, "I don't understand it too much. ”

"Hehe, you're still young, you don't understand it at all. The old man shook his head again, but his voice couldn't hear half of the hero's twilight, "If the sword is broken, it will naturally be returned to the sheath, otherwise will it be impossible to even wait for the sword?"

Xiao Feng frowned slightly and stopped talking.

The old man no longer paid attention to Xiao Feng, and suddenly raised his head and said to Yu Yi, who was watching not far away: "Boy, I've been watching there for a long time, go and prepare some food for grandpa, so that grandpa can be counted as making amends to your little master when he is full of food and drink, how about it?"

Yu Yi hesitated slightly, turned around and entered the woods.

Xiao Feng still didn't say a word, and he didn't raise his head, as if he was pondering, and he seemed to be sulking.

The old man didn't care.

He didn't know what kind of mind the young man in front of him was in front of others, but in the old man's opinion, the young man's temperament was the same as the young man's sword.

It's all so pure that people are ashamed of themselves.

But it's not a good thing.

Because people of this nature are most likely to be sad, and such pure swords are the easiest to break.

It didn't take long for Yu Yi to return to the vicinity of the carriage, and there was already a chicken and a fish in his hand. The chicken is a pheasant and the fish is a crucian carp in the stream. In addition, Yu Yi has been traveling with Xiao Feng for a long time, and his craftsmanship is naturally not much worse, and he has a suitable roast.

Except for the lack of alcohol to eat, there is nothing to be faulted with.

The old man ate to his heart's content.

Xiao Feng didn't eat at all, he was alone in a quiet daze, and from time to time he drank a sip of medicine in a small water bladder, making the old man a little greedy.

It's like drinking.

After eating and drinking, the old man really no longer planned to worry about the two, patted his stomach, was satisfied, and said with a smile: "Since you have beaten and eaten, then grandpa will leave." He stood up and prepared to leave.

It's just that the silent young man suddenly said softly at this time: "Isn't it a sword if you use a sword with a sword technique?"

The old man's body froze suddenly.

The young man looked up at the old man with a serious expression, "Also, the sword is broken, but the spirit is not broken, isn't it?

The old man's face stiffened.

The young man suddenly said inexplicably: "Could it be that the seniors are afraid of death?"

"What?" the old man was stunned.

The young man whispered to himself, "The sword, the sword is in the people, and the sword is dead." But if the sword breaks, what will happen to man?"

The old man's body began to tremble slightly.

The boy shook his head again, "I don't know, I really don't understand at all." The sword is broken, can't you change it?"

When the old man heard this, he suddenly became furious, "How to change it? Can you change everything?"

The young man looked up at the old man again, frowning slightly, "Can't you change it?"

The old man was even more angry, "What's the use of making up?" or will it be folded, and it will be folded more. ”

The young man looked at him strangely, and suddenly called softly: "Sword!"

The long sword at the old man's waist suddenly trembled violently, as if it was about to come out of its sheath.

The old man hurriedly raised his hand to suppress it.

The young man said calmly: "Why don't you let it be unsheathed and seen?"

The old man frowned slightly, hesitated, and slowly let go.

The boy suddenly raised his hand.

The sword suddenly unsheathed.

A flash of cold light.

Although it is a broken sword, it is still extremely sharp.

The boy caught it steadily.

The sword body suddenly buzzed violently and trembled, and then the majestic sword intent surged overwhelmingly.

It seems that ten thousand swords are rushing between heaven and earth, and they are angry and bullfighting.

Immediately after that, the boy waved his hand.

A brilliant sword light streaked across the sky.

A huge hole suddenly cracked in the sky, and it disappeared abruptly in the midst of the wind and clouds.

At this moment, the world was silent, not just among the trees.

The young man threw the broken sword back into the scabbard, looked at the old man and whispered to himself, "If I do, I will make up for it like this." ”

After saying that, he turned around and jumped into the carriage and left silently.

After a long time, the old man came back to his senses and said to himself with a wry smile, "I was not as far away as you back then." ”

It's just that the boy is long gone.