Chapter 41, Sword XXIII

The Sword Saint is ruthless, the Sword Saint has no desire, and the Sword Saint only has the sword and the way of the sword in his heart. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But the sword saint in front of him already had a love in his eyes that any swordsman would not like, is this still the sword saint who moved all beings with one sword in the past? Mu Yingxiong looked at this sword saint who was already slightly drunk, and originally had a lot to say, but at this moment, he couldn't say a word.

What else could he say at this moment? He found that whatever he said at this moment was just superfluous remarks for the Sword Saint Dugu Sword, and the Sword Saint at this moment had no sword in his heart, only one person, the woman he knew in Dongying in the past-Miyamoto Xue Ling.

He looked at the Sword Saint, who was already about to turn around and leave, but at this time, the Sword Saint, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

Dugu Jian looked back at Mu Yingxiong, and he said lightly: "The past is gone, the Miyamoto Snow Spirit of the past is no more, but the Sword Saint is still there, and the Holy Spirit Sword Technique is still there, so on October 27, I will definitely win or lose with Chu Feng, what about you? Mu Yingxiong, when are you going to meet your righteous brother Heavenly Sword Nameless?"

Mu Yingxiong frowned, but did not speak.

No one knows if he doesn't want to respond, or if he doesn't know how.

Dugu Jian's expression was calm, there was not a trace of emotional fluctuations on his face or in his psychology, he looked at Mu Yingxiong and said lightly: " Over the years, you have avoided Hongchen and not seen Nameless, not because you don't want to see him, you are just afraid that you can't help but fight after seeing him, the reason why Heavenly Sword Nameless can achieve the fame of martial arts mythology back then, isn't it mostly the credit of your Mu Yingxiong, and you Mu Yingxiong could have become an invincible hero, the invincible Sword Emperor in the world, but because of your brother-in-law Nameless, he was scolded by the people of the world, and finally spent his life incognito. These things have nothing to do with me, and I didn't want to ask you about them, but now I can't help but ask. ”

Mu Yingxiong stared at Dugu Jian, "Why can't you not ask?"

Dugu Jian said: "The former sword saint was not careful, he was no longer a person who had time for joy, anger, sorrow and lust, and there was nothing other than the sword in his heart, so I won't ask, although your deeds are commendable, but in my eyes it is not worth mentioning." But now it's different, and now I have someone in my heart, a woman who died shortly after I left Dongying, so I want to ask. ”

Mu Yingxiong looked at Dugu Jian, he was silent, at this moment, the Sword Saint's body was still full of terrifying sword intent and supreme sword cultivation, but the Sword Saint's temperament was slowly changing, and a very difficult change occurred.

The former Sword Master was like a god on high above, but the current Sword Master has once again stepped into the red dust and is trapped in the red dust.

I don't know how long it took, Mu Yingxiong slowly let go of his hand, he was still holding the erhu in his hand, but he didn't look at Dugu Jian anymore, but he spoke: "You say." ”

Dugu Jian nodded at Mu Yingxiong, he has always thought that Mu Yingxiong is a genius in swordsmanship, if it wasn't for the birth of a natural sword without a name, then Mu Yingxiong is definitely a peerless sword emperor who shocks the world, even if there is a heavenly sword without a name, if Mu Yingxiong is not willing to give up his life to become nameless, then Mu Yingxiong is definitely the existence of word of mouth in the rivers and lakes today, although he does not agree with this kind of person, but he can't help but admire.

There are too few such people throughout the ages.

Dugu Jian did not hesitate, he did not deliberately sigh. He is a sword saint, even if there is a woman in his heart in addition to the sword, he is still a sword master.

The Sword Saint never dragged his sword out of the mud and water, and his words were the same, he did not hesitate, and asked directly: "Over the years, have you repented?"

Mu Yingxiong shook his head, he didn't look back at the Sword Saint, but the tears in his eyes were already welling up, and he said slowly: "In the past, I deliberately acted as Dongying's dogtooth to arouse the fighting spirit of Yingming, and asked him to fight with me, and the final result was not bad as I expected, he really recovered his fighting spirit and defeated me." When the world was surrounded by heavy soldiers, I thought that I would definitely die, but I didn't expect that he would be willing to risk my millions of bones for the sake of me, a useless wasted person, with the strength of one person, and be the enemy of my million-strong army.

Dugu Jian was silent, but he had already approved of Mu Yingxiong's words.

In the past, Nameless defeated him, and stepped on his fame to achieve the name of martial arts mythology, but he did not resent, and even admired this person a little, and now he admired Nameless even more, but he admired this traitor who was born as a sword emperor but was willing to be punished by everyone for the love of brotherhood, and finally became Mu Yingxiong, who wandered the world.

Dugu Jian has never bowed his head to anyone in his life, even the invincible Emperor Shakti and the supreme god, he has not bowed his head, this time he bowed to Mu Yingxiong, he expressed his deep admiration for this hermit who wandered the world.

In other words, if it weren't for Mu Yingxiong's initiative, Nameless in the past might have been a wasted man with all his martial arts, and perhaps he would not have been defeated in Nameless's hands, but all this was no longer important to him now, even whether it was life or death or sword.

The figure in his mind gradually became clearer, and the man and his past gradually became clearer.

Now he suddenly understood a little, why Miyamoto Xue Ling still had a smile on his face when he watched him leave, wasn't that smile originally fulfillment? Miyamoto Xue Ling voluntarily committed suicide, wasn't it just to fulfill his peerless swordsmanship.

The sword is still in hand, the same sword that created the Holy Spirit Sword Technique in the past.

At this moment, the hilt of this sword emitted a pale blue light, and a light shot out of a crystal clear jade stone on the hilt of the sword into his mind, and the memory of the past that had been sealed by him reappeared in his mind after many years.

The person in the past, the things of the past are like yesterday's things, and they are presented in his mind one by one.

Mu Yingxiong was originally immersed in an excited and sad mood, but at this moment, he also felt the changes that had occurred in the Sword Saint's body, and the aura on the Sword Saint's body at this moment became extremely unstable, like a volcano that was about to erupt at any time.

He flew back a few steps, staring at the Sword Master with tears in his eyes.

The sword light covered the area like a meteor with the Holy Spirit Sword Technique wielded by the Sword Master.

The Holy Spirit Sword Technique is a peerless, sharp and terrifying sword technique, but at this moment, this set of Holy Spirit Sword Technique is absolutely not a little terrible in his eyes, but with an indescribable sense of pathos, a kind of desolation that penetrates the world comes into being in Dugu Jian's heart, that kind of sadness is felt even by heaven and earth, and at this moment Mu Yingxiong's heart is also unprecedentedly sad, and a person appeared in his mind, a woman named Xiao Yu.

He silently looked at the cliff in the distance, looking at the white clouds, he was already crazy, and tears were left on his face.

The erhu is melodious, equally melancholy and sad.

This inaccessible sword house is filled with sad memories at this moment.

The memories of the past came out of Dugu Jian's mind, an unforgettable memory that he didn't want to remember but didn't want to forget, this memory was sealed by him with a different stone, and this memory finally saw the light of day at this moment.

A woman in a white kimono held a sword and handed it to Dugu Jian, she looked at Dugu Jian and said, "This is the sword I forged according to your martial arts moves and Middle-earth weapons, and this is also my gift for you." ”

Dugu Jian didn't speak, he looked at the woman.

The woman had a bright smile on her face, no sadness of parting, but with an indescribable joy, she gently pulled Dugu Jian's hand, and said lightly: "The women of the Miyamoto family will cast one in their lives, and they will give this sword to their most important person, which means that no matter where she is, she will walk far away with that person, and now I give this sword to you, which means that no matter where you are, I will also walk with you, and the end of the world is the same." ”

Dugu Jian didn't understand, he wanted to ask, but Miyamoto Xue Ling had already shook her head, she looked at Dugu Jian with a smile and said, "Please use the Holy Spirit Sword Technique we created with me again." ”

Dugu Jian did not refuse, this was the last request that this woman made to him in his life, and it was also the first request that this woman made to him, how could he refuse?

Under the cherry blossom tree, two people dance with swords.

Holy Spirit Swordsmanship.

The Holy Spirit Sword Technique did not break out by one person, but two people: the Holy Spirit, isn't it the Sword Saint and Miyamoto Snow Spirit?

The exchange of swords with swords, the collision of hearts with hearts.

The last sword was swung out, and Dugu Jian's heart was truly completed, perhaps it should be said that Dugu Jian's heart has really disappeared, and from now on there is no Dugu Sword in the world, only Sword Saint.

The Dugu Sword belongs to Miyamoto Xueling, while the Sword Master belongs to the sword.

But when Dugu Jian swung which sword, Dugu Jian was already dead, and when the sword pierced Miyamoto Xueling's chest, Dugu Jian was already dead, and he killed Miyamoto Xueling and killed himself.

At that moment, he was the Sword Saint, and there was only the Sword Saint in the world.

Dugu Jian hugged Miyamoto Xue Ling, Miyamoto Xue Ling looked at Dugu Jian, under the cherry blossom tree, cherry blossoms were flying, his snow-white kimono was also dyed red with blood like cherry blossoms, she was still smiling, her smile was still bright, she looked at Dugu Jian, gently stroked Dugu Jian's cheek, she said: " The women of the Miyamoto family will not be separated from their husbands, and I also know that the invincible swordsman is destined to have no worries in his heart, and everything has an end at this moment, sword, you have to take the sword I forged for you, and achieve your name as the supreme swordsman, and I will witness and enjoy your glory with this sword. ”

The memories of the past were too painful and desperate, so this memory was sealed, so there was only a Juggernaut in the world.

The Sword Saint who achieved the name of the Supreme Sword Saint sometimes stared down at the sword, and he didn't know why he was looking at the sword, and he was even stunned sometimes.

Now the seal of this memory has been unlocked, but the heart-rending pain of the past has not been reduced by this, but deepened by the passage of time.

Dugu Sword dances wildly, the sword saint at this moment has disappeared, and it only exists Dugu Sword, the Dugu Sword who has Miyamoto Snow Spirit in his heart.

What if, instead of the sword, I had chosen you?

What if I didn't have to see it in the first place?

What if I met you before I chose the sword?

How how!

But where in the world are there so many?

The sword is still dancing, this is the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, but it is not the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, there is only sadness in the Sword Technique, a kind of desperate sadness.

A sorrow that makes heaven and earth despair.

At this moment, Mu Yingxiong's heart is also desperate, and this world is also infected by this despair.

And in this despair, a swordsmanship was born.

In an instant, the outer heavens seemed to be replaced by the terrifying sword Mingsheng.

Thousands of miles away in the China Pavilion, Nameless was looking at the swords that had been famous in the past in the sword room, and he was also in deep thought, he was thinking about the past, missing his dead wife, and missing his wife.

But all of a shalt the swords on the shelves began to tremble, and then they were instantly unsheathed.

The tip of the sword was pointed downward, as if he wanted to surrender to something extremely powerful and terrifying.

Nameless's heart also felt an inexplicable palpitation, and his eyes revealed a light that was both frightened and excited, and he said softly: "Sword Twenty-Three? )