Buzhou Mountain Eighty-five Festival is a large desert, and the whole world is covered in yellow sand and dust. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A strange beast called the 'Sha Fang' fills almost the entire world, feeding on sand and rejecting all life and even matter outside of it.

In a way, they are a species that destroys the world, and their habits are the source of the destruction of the world. Creatures like this, the ancient legends have seen, except for the fang, the only thing left is people.

When the ancient legend walked into this world, he was attacked by the fangs again and again.

They are numerous, their bodies are hard and strong, and the most troublesome thing is that they are almost unkillable. Even if their bodies are scattered, they will only turn into sand, and after a certain amount of time, they will reappear as shas.

Gu Chuanxia couldn't see whether the resurrected ones were still the same fangs before, or whether in a short period of time, they had undergone a reincarnation and become a new individual.

All the sha fang brought to the ancient legend was some minor troubles.

In fact, as long as Gu Chuanxia incarnates nothingness, then these shafangs are helpless against him. On the contrary, Gu Chuanxia was very interested in shafang.

Capture a few and put them into the dream world, only to find that they will multiply quickly and destroy the vitality of the entire world. The Ancient Legend had to choose to seal them away and exile them to a void space where there was nothing, and then study them slowly when he had time.

In the yellow sand, above the desert, smoke and dust are billowing out.

The scabs are overwhelming, but they can't kill a single cherry tree.

The cherry blossoms that float down from the tall cherry blossom trees have a gorgeous beauty, and the tender petals, without the protection of the leaves, are alone in the wind, dancing in the wind, and withering in a chic manner.

There was a samurai under the tree, his eyes closed, his sword, of course, it might seem to him to be a sword, lying flat on his knees, the man and the flower, the tree and the sword, the wind and the overwhelming sha, almost all one and the same.

"The realm is extraordinary!" Gu Chuanxia looked at this samurai who suddenly appeared and blocked the way, of course he knew that the comer was not good.

As if sensing the appearance of the ancient legend, the samurai opened his eyes.

At this moment, Gu Chuanxia seemed to feel thousands of crows flying towards him, but these crows all turned into sharp blades, each of which was about to cut his throat and pierce his heart.

"Whew..."

Gu Chuanxia blew out in one breath, and thousands of crows dispersed like clouds of smoke, and the sharp blades were also reduced to nothingness.

"Although Fuso Kendo has gone off the rails, it also has subtleties. However, casting the sword of illusion in front of me is a bit too self-conscious. Gu Chuanxia looked at the samurai and said.

The samurai stood up, bowed slightly, and then looked up.

"In the lower Yanagi Zongyan, I heard that Your Excellency is a disciple of the Dugu Sword Demon, and his swordsmanship is excellent, so he came to ask for advice. ”

Gu Chuanxia's heart moved, and he had already calculated that there was the provocation of the Sun Emperor.

These Fusang swordsmen pay attention to the difference between life and death, the epiphany Zen machine, their swordsmanship, all walks the thrilling road, all rely on breaking through themselves in the battle, dancing on the blade of death.

The more powerful the swordsman, the more powerful the swordsman must challenge.

Therefore, the Sun Heavenly Emperor grasped their preferences, and only needed to threaten to them that the ancient legends were skilled in swordsmanship, and they would naturally line up to come to the door.

If one loses, I'm afraid there will be more, and it's annoying.

"Since you want to challenge me, are you ready to become a revenant under the sword?" Gu Chuanxia asked knowingly, looking at the cherry blossom tree behind Yanagi Zongyan, the cherry blossoms on this tree seemed to be enough to explain everything about the Fuso swordsman.

As a rare sword saint in the history of Fuso, a powerhouse at the level of a great grandmaster, Yanagi Sect should not be underestimated. Although Gu Chuanxia seemed to be relaxed, he had actually tightened every muscle in his body.

Fuso Kendo often likes to take the lead, and the first move at the moment of this shot is bound to be dangerous.

"Of course, please do it. ”

"Okay, then you can make a move!" Gu Chuanxia said lightly.

Yanagi Zongyan looked at Gu Chuanxia with sharp eyes, and he slowly squatted down and brought the knife to his waist.

The long wind behind him blew not only his hair, but also the gorgeous cherry blossoms into the tips of his hair, and he took the lead in putting down the ancient legend.

The next moment, the blade like a piece of ice refracts the sunlight that penetrates the clouds, and there is a beauty like art.

Almost at the same time, the mountain and sea sword of the ancient legend was unsheathed.

Calm, heavy, but not rigid and mechanical, it is like a skyscraper mountain floating on the sea, with the magnificence, uprightness, and calmness of the mountain, and the turbulence, flow, and change of the sea.

It's hard to understand why so much change can happen in just one sword.

This sword seems to contain everything, and has all the possibilities in the changing world. It was as if there was nothing, just a simple, extremely simple sword.

The sword, obviously not so fast that you can't see the trajectory, but it gives people an irresistible feeling. It's like your own body actively colliding with the tip of the opponent's sword. Yanagi Zongyan cleaned up his ridiculous thoughts as he swung the knife out of his hand.

A snow-white cherry blossom exploded at the tip of his knife.

In Yagyu's opinion, the cherry blossoms that grow on Mt. Fuji are the most beautiful and the most noble flowers of the festival. They stand on the top of mountains and cliffs in the face of cold winds and heavy snowfall, and have always been praised by the noble.

The cherry blossoms that exploded under the strict sword of Yanagi Sect were not only beautiful, it seemed to have mastered all the spirit that the cherry blossoms represented. The cherry blossom that bloomed at the tip of the sword, when facing the stormy attack of the ancient legend of the mountain and sea sword, only swayed slightly from side to side, but it always bloomed as before.

"The wind in the clouds is better than the snow, and the ice is like a hook. Yagyu said in a low voice in his native language.

At this moment, Gu Chuanxia felt the change in Yanagi Zongyan's sword intent.

This method is similar to the love sword, but it is more extreme and extreme. Love sword is a metaphor for people with scenery, but Yanagi Zongyan turns people into scenery and exchanges people's hearts for the scene of mountain flowers.

Gu Chuanxia felt that his mountain and sea sword was like entering a cold world, with wind and snow interfering with its trajectory, and the power of being as hard as ice and bending like a hook to block its progress. The sword and the sword are entangled, and neither can escape.

Of course, this couldn't help but be a legend of the ancient legend, his sword wind changed, and suddenly swept like a cold wind, penetrating the blockade of the sword light. The sword faced an even more magical trajectory, cutting through the wind and snow, shattering the solid ice like a sharp hook, and slashing straight towards Yanagi Zongyan's chest.

There was a lot more solemnity and seriousness on Yanagi Zongyan's face. The katana is wielded like writing large characters in the air, swinging freely, but with a thousand powers.

"Outside the frost tree, there is nothing in the mirror. ”

The cherry blossoms that were originally swaying from side to side, like the tip of the snow, suddenly quieted down. Slim and elegant, with a characteristic solitary height and unshakability.

Knives and swords, striking head-on together.

There is no doubt that the sword of the ancient legend is domineering, and sometimes the domineering is so unreasonable. It's like lightning bolting out of the sky, like a collapse that splits the ground, destroying everything. It's just that the domineering in the ancient swordsmanship is an attitude, not a habit, just like the thunder of summer, always after the shine, the rain of life falls, and Ze is born.

And Yagyu Soyan's katana is gentle on the outside and high on the inside. It seems to be the Kaikai white snow on the top of the mountain, and it is a peerless Qionghua blooming in the snow, which is extraordinary. But in his bones is a kind of self-righteous coldness, standing on a high place and looking down on the common people, and treating life as nothing.

Such a knife and such a sword, colliding together, are destined not to end ordinarily.

Extreme destruction and rhythm, extreme beauty and tranquility, forming a cycle.

Gradually, the sword of the ancient legend began to become quiet, like that quiet forest, as quiet as after the autumn wind and before the cold snow came. Quietly waiting for a breakthrough, a complete outburst.

And Yagyu Zongyan's knife became as rapid as a storm, it slammed, flapped, urged, like a beautiful flower, desperately trying to bloom its last and most brilliant beauty at the last moment.

They are all waiting, waiting for the last opportunity to combine stillness and movement perfectly.

Whoever finds the supreme node first will win the final victory.

Suddenly, a trace of flush flashed on Yanagi Zongyan's originally slightly pale face, and a sincere smile from the bottom of his heart rippled on his cold face, his smile was so bright, with his fiery red samurai outfit, it would only look even more weird.

His knife, like catkins swinging in the wind, was obviously moving, but it had a quiet beauty. Quietly tugging at people's heartstrings, people really don't want to destroy this beauty, even if this beauty is enough to kill people.

The clothes on Gu Chuanxia's chest completely exploded, and the net-like knife marks covered his body, and his skin seemed to be completely cracked.

However, Yanagi Zongyan's face was not happy, but showed a wry smile, and the bitter taste filled his heart.

"It's a pity! It's still a little bit worse!" Gu Chuanxia's tone was very sincere, and the wound on his body quickly faded away. All the wounds that were wounded were reduced to nothingness and gone away with the wind.

Liu Shengzong Yan said bitterly: "It's a little bit worse! I'm too anxious!"

"However, what you are looking for, I know what it is, do you want to see it?" No matter why Yanagi Zongyan came here, whether he was used by the Sun Emperor or not, he was always a respectable seeker.

Yanagi Zong Yan returned the knife to the sheath and said, "It's an honor!"

His sword was unsheathed, but his whole person turned into an incomparably sharp knife.

The 'no knife take' he created is the way without a knife, and when there is no knife in his hand, he is the most powerful.

Gu Chuanxia's sword became slower and slower, and his arm seemed to be rusty, slowly twitching.

Although it was calm, but the sword that was swallowed to the extreme slowly fell towards Yanagi Zongyan, if there were others at this moment, he would definitely feel that the sword of Gu Chuanxia was not as good as a child who had just learned to play the sword, but in the eyes of Yanagi Zongyan, this sword could not be dodged.

Because it's fast, it's so fast! so fast that all the gaps are filled by this sword, and it seems that every inch of space is the most powerful blow of this sword.

The only thing Yanagi Zongyan could do was to follow his body's memory, reach out and clasp his hands together, trying to catch the swinging blade, capture the sword, and then flip it back.

But at this moment, his sharp energy has been snatched away by the sword of the ancient legend, how can he hold this sword that fills time and space?

(To be continued.) )