The swordsman of the rivers and lakes is said to be separated

The cold wind was like a knife, extremely arrogant, blowing on the face like a branch whipping, even the green grassland on the ground seemed to be bent over by this wind. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But in the cold wind, there was a straight figure walking, his figure straight, his eyebrows skimming upwards like two long knives.

There was a jug of wine hanging from his waist, and every few steps he took a sip of it, and there was always a sorrow on his brow, as if something had been bothering him.

He walked in the cold wind, his feet stepped on the grass, and he was dressed in a spotless white shirt, which swayed in the wind, and it was vaguely obvious that he was carrying a long knife behind his back.

The knife was three feet long, not a long point, not a short point, and he walked very slowly, but his figure disappeared very quickly.

The weather on the grassland is very changeable, just now the cold wind is cold, and now there is goose feather snow, the wind and snow are naturally not comfortable, but the white figure is still quite straight, and his figure seems to have become one with the wind and snow.

Until a child in a thick cotton coat, like a little penguin, jumped up to him and said, "Uncle, aren't you cold?"

Only then did everyone find that there was a man in white standing in the snowstorm, some guards pulled out the knife at their waists, and someone hurriedly guarded the carriage in the middle of the convoy.

Everyone was like a great enemy, no one spoke, and no one stepped forward to fight, because their little young master was beside the man, staring at his big round eyes and asking, "Uncle, aren't you cold?"

The man in white glanced at the five-year-old child, and the sadness on his face was even worse, and then the man in white took a sip of wine, and then coughed violently, and after coughing for a while, the man in white said, "Uncle has wine to drink, not cold."

The child was a little puzzled, he was wrapped tightly by his mother but he couldn't help but tremble, but this uncle was just a white robe and said that it was not cold, and he couldn't help but say, "Uncle, can I have a drink."

A smile appeared on the face of the man in white, and he was about to answer, when a voice came from the carriage: "Cheng'er, come back."

This voice was as soft as jade, as melodious as the willow supporting the wind, and in one sentence, it made the man in white feel boundless warmth.

But warmth is an illusion after all, the cold wind is still howling, the wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger, there is a messy sound of horses' hooves in the distance, but the guards who are guarding the carriage have changed their faces, some of them are like ashes, some of them have a fear on their faces, but no one escapes, they all draw their swords.

Thousands of horses galloped in the rear, even the wind and snow seemed to be shattered, and the man in white took a step forward and protected the rear of the convoy.

The grassland gradually has the figure of the horse team, the horse is a good horse, all are extremely strong, but the people on the horse are fangs and claws, uneven, and the weapons used are even more varied, there are maces, swords, giant axes, and spears.

This is a group of horse bandits that often haunt the grassland, and you can see from the leaders that these people are not good.

The man in white, standing in the wind and snow, seemed to be one with the wind and snow, he pulled out the knife behind his back and swung it gently, this knife was swung, people seemed to see all the parting scenes in the journey of life.

The knife fell, and a bottomless long line appeared on the grassland, and the man in white took a sip of wine and said, "Those who cross the line die."

The guards behind the white-clothed man were dumbfounded, and the horse bandits in front of them were even more laughing and trembling, and the horse bandits led by him said: "If you draw a line, you want to scare grandpa, grandpa will be fooled."

So saying, the caravan rushed forward, and a blood-colored line appeared on the horizon, and no one could cross it, and whoever crossed it was cut in half by it.

There is still wind and snow in the sky, and the white of snow and the red of blood are constantly blending in this sky, like a poignant painting, and like a loud song.

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore and began to retreat, began to run away, coming with a fierce momentum, and going back miserable and abnormal.

Some guards recognized that the horse bandit led by him was the famous bandit Lone Eagle in the desert, and how many tribes in the grassland wanted to kill him, he was intact, but in front of that line, he didn't even have the ability to resist, so he was cut into pieces.

The man in white put away his sword, and the guards felt that the whole world was all in the sword, and then the man in white disappeared into the wind and snow.

But everyone in the convoy was full of strength, because they felt that the white-clothed swordsman was still there, still guarding the convoy.

Later, the caravans and convoys that went to the grassland in the Central Plains had more or less heard of the white figure, and the largest horse bandit on the grassland was eliminated, so many people called the white-clothed man the white-clothed divine sword.

The white-clothed divine knife Su Parting is a character I want to portray the most, he has unparalleled knife skills in the world, and he is even more righteous and thin, and he has a broken heart.

The swordsman is also the most magical character in my martial arts dream, I always think that the swordsman is a hero, and the person who uses the knife must be chivalrous, and the swordsman will have his persistence and unique charm.

Regarding Su Bieli, I will write some biography in the future, I don't know if I can perfectly portray the swordsman and the white-clothed divine knife in my mind.

This is the first time I have written a book, and I hope you will support it. Thank you!!!