The most important first point of a swordsman is to believe in yourself and the sword in your hand. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

For swordsmen, there are times when their swords are even more important than their lives.

"You'd better give me a reason!"

Ximen Fuxue has always refused to say too much, but this time it is not easy to say nine words.

But Jiang Feng didn't have the slightest feeling of luck, he just shook his head and said lightly: "The speed at which you draw your sword is not fast enough, in my impression, I should be faster!"

"Whoosh".

Simon Blowing Snow's long sword had instantly returned to its scabbard, as if his long sword had never been unsheathed.

"Draw your sword!"

At this moment, there didn't seem to be the slightest killing intent on Ximen Blowing Snow's body. His cheeks were already full of solemnity and plainness, and perhaps the next moment, in the midst of a sword-to-sword duel, someone was destined to fall.

"I don't have a sword!"

Jiang Feng said that, and even opened his sleeves, so that Ximen Fuxue could clearly see that Jiang Feng did not hide half a long sword on his body.

"There is no sword in your hand, it seems that you are going to compare it with me with the sword in your heart!"

"Not good!"

As soon as Ximen Fuxue's words fell, whether it was Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou, or Invite Yue, the poor star suddenly secretly said something was not good.

For Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou, the contest of martial arts will is the simplest, most complicated, coldest, and most cruel contest. Whatever the final outcome, it will be difficult for both sides to end peacefully. For Lu Xiaofeng, this is really not a good thing.

It's just that since Simon Blowing Snow has already decided, I'm afraid no one in the world can change it. Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt at this time that perhaps, it was a mistake for him to take Ximen to blow snow to this troubled water.

At this time, the two of them flew up at the same time and blew snow towards the west gate.

Jiang Feng's body is very strange, that is, He Shangshu, who is pregnant with drunken Taoism and drunken Liuyun Seven Killers, died in the hands of Jiang Feng inexplicably. But this could never dispel the worries in the hearts of Ying Yue and Lian Xing, after all, in the eyes of the two of them, Jiang Feng's Mingyu Ninth Skill did not have the slightest martial will.

And the next moment, before the two of them came to Ximen Blowing Snow, they suddenly heard Ximen Blowing Snow say coldly: "Sword Sincerity!"

The most terrifying part of the contest of artistic conception is that no one can give any help to both sides of the fight. All the wins and losses here depend on yourself.

When Simon was blowing snow to settle down, he suddenly found that this place was completely different from what he had imagined. With Ximen Fuxue's attainments in the way of the sword, no matter what swordsman, as long as he is dragged into the realm of martial will, he can only compete with him with the way of the sword.

"Drive, drive, drive......"

A little boy the size of a horn rode a delicate wooden horse and blew snow towards the west gate.

"Uncle, will you and I stay here and ride big horses?"

The little boy had big innocent eyes and a small, bulging, fleshy face. Such a child, combined with the sound of milky milk, was enough to melt the rocks in the winter and dissipate the darkness of the night in the cold wind.

The cold light flashed, and the long sword of Ximen Blowing Snow quietly stopped on his chest, and the streamer was reversed, and there was not a trace of blood on the blade.

But the innocent little boy has indeed disappeared since then.

"What a great illusion!"

Ximen blows snow and steps out, and the next moment, consciousness spins and the earth turns, and things change and move. But he held the sword tightly, the black hilt reflected on the snow-white clothes, like an eternal melody and color.

Suddenly, Simon's long sword of blowing snow let out a trembling sound. This trembling is by no means fear, because this sword has long been fused with Ximen Blowing Snow, and once the sword is out, it is unforgivable and invincible. The only thing it can express is excitement and impulsiveness.

Excitement that he can finally meet an opponent of equal calibre, impulse is the only instinct after the swordsman and the swordsman meet.

It was a sword, and between the two sword lights, one black and one white, countless illusions were shattered and reborn, reborn and shattered. A steady stream of inexhaustible illusions has drowned the years, but it can't drown out the infinite brilliance on the sword.

The person who made the sword was Jiang Feng, but not Jiang Feng.

Seeing the other party's face for the first time, such a thought had already popped up in Ximen Blowing Snow's heart.

A person's appearance can change, his voice can change, and even his swordsmanship, habits, and posture can change. But only the sword intent in the heart of the swordsman will not change.

"Simon blows snow!"

Between the flow of black and white sword lights, in the blink of an eye, the afterimages of countless sword lights have been transformed into a yin and yang fish, strangling the illusion around them.

"Jiang Feng!"

"You're going to kill me?"

"Out of the sword!"

The contest between the swordsman and the swordsman is the most ruthless, the most helpless, but also the most brilliant and shining contest. Because this is fate, the fate of the swordsman.

No matter what it is, before the fate of this swordsman, he can only let go of everything.

"Kendo sincerity!"

The cold voice like an ancient god came, and the next moment, everything between heaven and earth seemed to have been completely frozen with the swing of Ximen Blowing Snow's sword.

Sincerity is in the sword, there is nothing other than the sword, perhaps only such a sword can replace everything between heaven and earth. Perhaps only such a person can bring kendo to the extreme.

"A sword asks for life, a sword talks about death!"

A sword was drawn, and two swirling sword lights flowed out of this sword, one black and one white, one yin and one yang, between life and death, like a demon dragon that devoured everything, everywhere it went, nothing was devoured, and nothing could be saved.

The collision between the sword and the sword light is the competition between the giant sword and the yin and yang dragon. In the next moment, even with the endless recovery ability of this boundless world's thousands of illusions, under the swords of both sides, it instantly turned into a large desolation like a starry sky.

There was a loud "boom".

The light dissipated, and the river wind and the blowing snow at the west gate were still motionless, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

"Hey, I've already been able to go out, but after I go out, it's not easy to find a place where I can hone my kendo, so let's go!"

Jiang Feng finished speaking, the long sword in his hand flowed, and between the black and white sword light flying, he had already begun to say that a new wave of endless illusions was all destroyed.

"Let's go, let's go......"

Jiang Feng's voice grew longer and weaker.

"I ......"

Ximen Fuxue just wanted to continue to speak, but suddenly found that in front of him, Ying Yue and Lian Xing had stumbled, and in front of him, Jiang Feng was still Jiang Feng, but Jiang Feng was no longer the original Jiang Feng. (To be continued.) )