In the face of Xie Xiaofeng's unparalleled stunt, his face was still as quiet as autumn water, his eyes were like a clear spring, and he said coldly: "Where is the township" The sword is like a white snake spitting out a letter, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a swimming dragon shuttling, walking on all sides, sometimes light as a swallow, a sword rises, sometimes it is like lightning, and the fallen leaves are colorful. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Thousands of turns, long songs should be crying. Fate is always involuntary, and even in the rivers and lakes, those lost relatives and friends, and those weathered human stories all spur people's almost numb nerves in the dark night.

"Where is the sunset township? The Yanbo River makes people worried. "Tactful and sad, like crying and complaining. Choked and choked, and his intestines fluttered. Just as when you did not look at this flower, the flower and you died together, but when you came to see this flower, the color of this flower was understood for a while・・・・・・

It seems that every sword move is an endless picture, the sorrow and depression of autumn, the death and silence of all things in winter, everything appears in front of everyone's eyes.

One person praised: "The sword immortal is the sword immortal, and it is really not a waste of fame." Every move and style seems to be a scene, arousing a certain longing and feeling in people's hearts, which makes people want to stop, indulge in it and don't know the way back. ”

Feng Qingyang said lightly: "Since ancient times, the higher the realm, the simpler, more unpretentious and unpretentious the sword moves pursued, and the more complex they have been simplified. What we pay attention to is the realm, the artistic conception, and the kendo attainments. But no matter whether the Sword Immortal or the Sword Saint Ye Gucheng, the beauty of the sword moves and the subtlety of the moves broke the views of ordinary people and embarked on the path of self. This is the end of the realm of kendo tricks. ”

"Who says it's not, if you look at the sword god Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship, it is the condensation of potential, and now I don't understand why Gu Tianya just said that Xie Xiaofeng is not in line with the sword god, but is more like the king of the sword. Such a swordsmanship, majestic and domineering, seems to be more suitable for the sword of the monarch. And the sword of the sword fairy is flawless and unblemished, like a glass fairy, falling into the world. ”

And saw the two swords clashing on the lake, and suddenly the huge waves were churning, and the waves rising on the lake directly blocked everyone's sight. I only listened to the sonorous sound of gold and iron on the lake, and the two white-clothed figures like snow, the bigger and faster, ordinary people could not capture their figures. The echo of the killing sound was extraordinarily trembling, just like the rotation of victory and defeat between the two sides. The formidable sword momentum, the cold sword aura, filled the vast heaven and earth.

"Boom!" The sword qi that collided with each other spread out in all directions, bang bang bang!! the earth suddenly shook, like a thunder drum, and the roar of the Dao Dao came from far and near, like a long dragon, as fierce as the fire of the prairie fire, as fierce as ten thousand horses urging together, like anger like a complaint, pointing directly at the hearts of the people.

"It's not good, retreat quickly!" Seeing the spreading sword qi sweeping over, everyone's faces changed drastically, and they all retreated. And Feng Qingyang and the others, in an instant, waved their arms, and the sound of "dang" resounded through the sky, eliminating the invisibility of the attacking sword qi.

The people in the rivers and lakes who escaped with their lives had palpitations, because of the lesson of watching the battle and dying before, everyone stood far enough, but they still underestimated the strength of the two people in the field. At such a distance, there is still such a powerful sword aura.

The figures of the two finally parted, and each stepped into the water and retreated.

Han Fei smiled: "You are very good." ”

"You don't need to say that. The sword is divided into birth and entry into the world, and the way of the sword also has a ruthless way. Both of us have cultivated the sword of the world, but your sword is a sentient sword, and my sword is a ruthless sword. The sword is a sharp weapon, it is a ruthless thing, and the ruthless way is the foundation of the sword, and the party is the pinnacle of the sword. Today, I will be victorious. ”

"It's good to have self-confidence, but unfortunately it doesn't work out. There are thousands of swordsmanship, just as the sword is like its person, it varies from person to person, how can it be concluded by the words of birth and entry into the world. It's ridiculous. The sword is divided into two edges, which means that the two realms of kendo are neck and neck, how can there be a distinction between higher and lower. There are differences, but people are just people. I don't understand such a reason, you really don't deserve the word sword god. ”

In fact, it's not that Xie Xiaofeng doesn't understand, but the concept that has been formed in the entire history of Daming Jianghu a long time ago. Since ancient times, in the way of the sword, swordsmen who have cultivated the way of affection have been trapped in love, and there are very few who can reach the peak, and there is no one who shatters the void. Over time, people mistakenly believe that sentient kendo is far inferior to ruthless kendo. Even swordsman masters like Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng have the same concept in their hearts. If it weren't for the fact that after the battle between Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng, he would have realized something, and there would not have been a sword god's affectionate sword move with a smile.

"Then I will show you the power of the Merciless Sword today. As soon as Xie Xiaofeng's words fell, he had already made a move. This sword move is extremely soothing, but it is as natural as the wind. The sword had been stabbed out slowly, slowly. It was stabbed out of the most incredible part, and suddenly there was the most incredible change when it was stabbed. But between these changes, there is a little flaw. When the wind sweeps through the earth, it is not inevitable that there will be some omissions, but when the wind blows, who will notice them? But the flaws are only changes in the changes of the sword itself.

It's like a spring of water running down a mountain, and when you come down, you see a gap in it, but by the time you reach over it, the spring has already filled the gap. A flaw in a sword is not a flaw at all. It's like it's a flawless sword, and no one in the world can break it!

"It's a mellow and flawless swordsmanship, and it's natural. The intention is to be the sword first, such a sword move is still on top of the Xie family's [stealing the sky and changing the day to seize the sword] just now. Hundreds of years of heritage should not be underestimated after all. Ziyang Zhenren praised it, and secretly thought in his heart how to break this move if it was Wudang swordsmanship? Of course, this move could be resolved at will with his realm, but it was the gap in the realm of strength, not the subtlety of swordsmanship. Perhaps, in terms of swordsmanship alone, only Zhang Zhenren's [Tai Chi Swordsmanship] can be slightly better.

Not only Ziyang Zhenren Feng Qingyang and the others were surprised, but Yan Nantian, who had been paying attention to the occupation, was already full of solemnity at this moment, and the right hand holding the hilt of the sword was already protruding. If the situation is not good, Yan Nantian will disregard his reputation and ignore the disdain of his friends in the rivers and lakes, and save his son Han Fei. Only Murong Xisheng's face was as usual, although he was worried in his heart, but he still trusted his husband, because since they met and fell in love, Han Fei had not disappointed her, not once.

There is sorrow and there is naturally joy. The disciples of the Xie family and Xie Wangsun already seemed to be winning, because they had never seen anyone who could crack this flawless move.

"This is [Heaven and Earth, Heaven and Earth are burning]?" The pressure of that move came in full force, and it was everywhere, and Han Fei had no time to speak. The same is true for the enemy.

"You're the only one in the city!"

That sword boiled out, but it was as condensed as ice, and it was as bright as the sun. In that sword intent, there are fierce and delicate, and they are beautiful and fragrant, such as a dance in the country, and the rivers and lakes are peerless. What kind of sword is this? Everyone only felt that this sword was so beautiful that it was difficult to resist, as if it had been struck in the smoke and water of the Six Dynasties. The sword light flashed, and instantly illuminated Xiao Ru's peerless appearance, which was romantic and refreshing, and his grief was stubborn and moving, which was difficult for even poor ordinary people to forget in their lives. The power of a sword, the earth-shattering ghosts and gods!

Since the sword move is unbreakable, then use the move against the move, and the fight is whose kendo is more advanced and experienced.

"What a strategy to deal with the enemy, singing with words, dancing to the fullest. It is better to listen to its poetry than to listen to its voice, and it is better to listen to its sound than to observe its shape. Sword Immortal is such a swordsmanship, the old man only has two words, that is~~ perfect. Maybe it's not that sentient kendo is inferior to ruthless sendo, but that other people are just going the wrong way. Seeing Han Fei's sword, He Zudao was full of admiration, such a sword move was no longer under Xie Xiaofeng's stunt. At this moment, the door of dusty memories in his mind couldn't help but be opened by this sword. A graceful figure emerged, the past was like yesterday, vividly, and a line of tears could not help but fall.

"Master, you?" happened to be the Kunlun disciple who saw this scene and exclaimed.

He Zudao came back to his senses, his tears disappeared, and he couldn't hide the feelings in his heart and said: "It's nothing, it's just that when I see this sword, the past emerges, and I feel a little nostalgic." ”

He Zudao is not the only one who feels this way, but also the rest of the masters in the field. Even if their great grandmaster's state of mind is strong, like a rock, and his heart is as calm as water. At this moment, it is inevitable to touch the scene, and endless emotion wells up in my heart.

And Ximen Chuixue in the crowd actually had a trace of doubt about his sword path at this moment, and what came to his mind was not the sword that had always accompanied him, but Sun Xiuqing, who had been by his side recently. The beautiful woman's face was in front of her, which surprised Simon Blowing Snow. Could it be that he is not sincere about the sword? Ximen Blowing Snow fell into a thousand thoughts.

Xie Xiaofeng, who was in his hands on the victory, finally changed color when he saw this sword. Han Fei, whose mood has changed, the power of this sword is far greater than before, and the meaning of the sword can only be understood with sincerity. This is the perfect combination of feelings, charm, and artistic conception, which is a kind of sublimation of transcendence, a sword hitting the air, an elegant body, a long chanting of the sword, a light cloud like a slow movement, a whirlwind like a whirlwind, it seems to encompass the joys and sorrows of lovers in the world.

There are dreams on the red face, and there are no traces of tears.

"Bang!" said that it was too late, and then quickly, the long swords of the two had already clashed, and the sky was turned upside down in an instant, and the huge waves were monstrous.

Xie Xiaofeng's sword that pierced Han Fei's throat was already close at hand, so at a distance of less than an inch, Sen Han's sword qi had already shot in, and a blood mark had already appeared on Han Fei's throat. As long as Xie Xiaofeng's long sword was a little closer, he could put Han Fei to death. When everyone outside the venue saw this scene, they were inexplicably excited, some were sad, some were happy, and some were regretful. However, time seemed to stand still in this moment, and the sword stood still. Xie Xiaofeng looked incredulous, because he found that he had lost all his strength, even if he couldn't do even the simplest stab.

Suddenly, a wordless pain struck, Xie Xiaofeng looked down, only to find that at some point, the opponent's long sword had pierced his chest.

"Poof!"

Blood drifts in the sky. Poignant and glamorous.

The blood that Xie Xiaofeng spit out made the ecstatic crowd stop suddenly, the waves in the air receded, and Xie Xiaofeng had no internal strength to support him, and he fell to the surface of the lake. Xie Wangsun's face was like ashes, and he shouted: "Feng'er~" The voice was full of endless disbelief, unwillingness, and anger.

As soon as his body moved, he instantly caught Xie Xiaofeng who had fallen. At this moment, Xie Xiaofeng had no breath, and the unwillingness on his face seemed to be relieved.

From now on, there will be no more "Three Young Masters of Excalibur" in the world! )