The flute boy is indeed writing and drawing.

Whenever the outline of something was incorporated into his spiritual sense, he traced the trajectory of that line with his sword. Before you know it, those criss-crossing strokes actually outline a complete font, a sword talisman.

The shepherd boy opened his eyes suddenly, and the sword talisman soared into the sky, like a scorching sun rising again in the setting sun, spilling countless rays.

Those weren't really rays, they were sword qi. Countless sword qi swords shot like meteors, shooting densely towards the Trumen guests.

This descendant of the Empress of the Western Chu Sword, who had been imprisoned in the secluded prison as a criminal slave since birth, frowned slightly.

I think that when I was twelve or thirteen years old, under the careful teaching of the family masters, I had never possessed the martial arts cultivation of the fivefold realm of the Void Realm. And the little shepherd boy in front of him easily left himself behind.

The inheritor of the dignified Xichu sword, can't even compare to the cattle herding boy?

If the sky does not give birth to the Chu family, the way of the sword will last forever. Thinking of this proverb that has been circulating in the rivers and lakes for a hundred years, Trumanke's mood suddenly fluctuated.

In the year of the Western Chu Sword, now that the sword cultivators of the Five Kingdoms in the Spring and Autumn Period are blooming, a twelve- or thirteen-year-old little shepherd boy has the strength to match his own, what does this mean?

Could it be that the demise of the Western Chu Sword, which is the best in the world, is really the will of heaven? Is it the existence of the Western Chu Sword that has delayed the prosperity of the sword path for a hundred years, so the sky is going to die in Chu?

If this is the case of Providence, wouldn't the mission of the Western Chu Sword Xing carried by my Chumen Ke be a ridiculous joke in the world!

The pale-faced Truman broke out in a cold sweat.

That's not the case!

Angry, he flicked his sword scabbard with his fingers, and the name of the sword was tortuous.

Trumen Ke held the tornado wave in his hand and retreated again and again, his wrist twisted, and the tip of the sword rolled up more and more violent wind waves. The wind and waves were like a tornado, swallowing all the sword qi and sword rays that shot from them.

When the last sword ray was swallowed by the wind, Trumenke suddenly stopped his retreating footsteps, flipped the wrist of the long sword, the sword body trembled, the wind rose again, and countless sword qi and sword rays roared out from the wind, and all of them were returned!

At the head of the city, the shepherd boy jumped down and came out with his sword.

Xinghuacun stabbed out lightly, and the sword talisman at the tip of the sword instantly disintegrated.

The sword rune is broken down into a series of initial strokes...... Horizontal, vertical, vertical hook...... Every stroke is an afterimage of the shepherd boy, and it is a sword move in Xinghua Village.

Countless afterimages flickered in the sword qi that shot like a flying star. In a few breaths, all the afterimages dodged the sword and shot together, and the true body of the flute shepherd boy was gathered.

The shepherd boy had already grasped the Xinghua Village stab in front of Trumenke's eyes, and happened to be stabbed on an iron sword that had not yet been opened.

This is a hidden sword.

The shepherd boy, who was only one meter away from Trumanke, stared at each other's eyes, and suddenly felt a biting chill behind him. After a sword stabbed on the hidden clumsiness, he flashed back again without hesitation.

As he retreated, a light sword struck the shepherd boy with a thin edge of hair in front of his forehead and flew back into Truman's left hand.

This is the seventh sword, swallow return!

......

The shepherd boy, who had almost died, swept back to the city, reached out and touched the remaining strand of hair, remembering that he had just been aggrieved in the moment of life and death.

Looking at the drunken bull riding master in the city, who didn't care about himself, the shepherd boy simply put away Xinghua Village and sat down at the head of the city again. Thinking that it is the young master who takes people's money anyway, why should he eliminate disasters for others?

I almost took my life!

The onlookers at the city gate were puzzled when they saw this abrupt scene. One moment he was still struggling with life and death, and the next moment his painting style suddenly changed?

And looking at the meaning of the flute and shepherd boy, it seems that he has no intention of fighting again!

This makes the only four swords left puzzling!

Throw in the towel?

The sunset shone obliquely on everyone's brows, but this sentence lingered in everyone's hearts.

Even Su Hanshan was also full of doubts about the willfulness of the flute shepherd boy, and Li Tianxia and the two of you, look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to say.

The young master who rode the bull at the city gate noticed that the surroundings were suddenly quiet and abnormal, and he was drunk and lazily opened his eyes, and saw the little shepherd boy at the head of the city full of grievances, Shi Jieyu couldn't help but smile and said: "That's it, it seems that this young master has to teach you to write a few more words, otherwise there will be no one to give me a cow in the future." ”

Countless eyes fell on Shi Jiyu.

There are surprises, curiosity, and puzzlement.

Listening to the tone of this bull rider, could it be that the shepherd boy's last wonderful sword talisman came from him? But the problem is that before fighting with Trumenke, he had personally admitted that he was not the master of Xinghua Village!

How can we explain it today?

Under all the gazes, he tied the wine jug around his waist, and Shi Jiyu stood up from the back of the ox, turned his back to the shepherd boy at the head of the city, looked at the Trumenke and said: "The one who sells the sword, your eleven swords, this young master has taken them." ”

Truman was silent.

For some reason, this young bull rider named Shi Jieyu suddenly gave him an extremely terrifying feeling.

Could it be those eyes?

In Yangzhou City, they looked at each other three times, and every time it rained, they were drunk and their eyes were cloudy, and their eyes were never as clear and serious as they were at this time.

Trumenke looked at Shi Jieyu and said, "My sword is not for sale." ”

Shi Jieyu laughed: "Then bury it here." ”

Laughter echoed.

Shijiyu stretched out his hand, and Xinghuacun flew into his hand. He jumped up, and the sword in his hand seemed to be a few simple strokes out of thin air, and a word seal sword talisman flew towards Trumen Ke with the long sword.

Shocked by the speed of the other party's sword drawing, Trumen Ke hurriedly took out his sword, the eighth peach blossom sword.

When the Peach Blossom Sword pierced the word seal sword talisman with one sword, the second word had already been written when the wine was thick and the sword was walking the dragon and snake.

So Trumen Ke took out two swords in a row, the ninth Feixue and the tenth little Ah Qiao.

The rain is faster in the season, singing the ballad of the twenty-four solar terms, with the void as the paper, the sword qi as the ink, the Xinghua Village dragon flying and the phoenix dancing in his hands, one after another the word seal sword talisman is written.

It's like the words in the song of the twenty-four solar terms have been given life, and in the crimson sky, one word after another, one by one, the sword talismans, frantically drown Trumenke.

The descendant of the Queen of the Sword of Western Chu, who has just entered the rivers and lakes, has never heard of this kind of swordsmanship with calligraphy and painting. In addition, the rain was extremely fast, and the strength exposed was already above the shepherd boy, so he had to defend passively.

With a solemn face as he watched the scripture-like sword talisman rushing to his face, he did not hesitate to sacrifice the last sword on his horseback.

The eleventh sword is called the Ten Times.

Ten times is not a sword, but a scabbard.

When the scabbard flew towards the first word seal sword rune, the other ten swords on horseback followed closely from the sheath. The slanting sun, the mountains and the sea, the dragon and the phoenix...... The ten swords are connected end to end, forming a straight line and successively subsuming them into the ten scabbards.

After the ten swords are sheathed, the ten multiplication momentum is like a broken bamboo, like a beam of sunlight shining on the layers of leaves, one, two...... Five, ten...... With everyone's breath holding their breath and staring, the Ten Vehicles pierced through all the oncoming character seal sword talismans one after another.

After the piercing, the sword talisman shattered in an instant, turning into countless broken rays that flowed all over the sky, which was amazing!

......

Shi Jieyu stood at the head of the city, placing his body in the sky full of flowing fire and sword, he looked at the ten times that pierced through all the sword talismans and came straight to him, his face showed a trace of indifference.

In the Spring and Autumn Sword Dao where a hundred flowers are competing for beauty, the Xichu Sword should continue to be extinct in the rivers and lakes!

He thought.

He raised his hand in the apricot blossom village.

The sword rays that flowed from the sky frantically converged on the sword body.

As a result, Xinghua Village skyrocketed to ten feet.

At the head of the city, the rain of the season slashed down with a sword.

The terrifying sword light swept over the sunset, and the dazzling light of the heavens and the earth covered the sunset red for a moment. Everyone under the city covered their eyes, and then they heard the pleasant sound of swords breaking.

Ten times the sword is broken!

The broken tip of the sword tumbled hundreds of heels in the air, and finally stabbed straight into the chessboard under the willow trees outside the city.

The old man Huangmei, who was thinking hard about the fall of the willow branches in his unkempt hair, was frightened, then frowned, turned to look at the city, and shouted angrily: "Who moved my chessboard?"