Chapter 38: The Fate of the Swordsman

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The sword house is an ordinary and dilapidated thatched house, in which lives an old man, a peerless swordsman who used to be famous all over the world, and now this swordsman has been hidden in the mountains and forests for decades, but the rivers and lakes still have not forgotten this person, nor have they forgotten this person's sword.

Where he is, even the most ordinary place can be hailed as the Holy Land of Swords. The place where he exists is the place where swordsmen dream of going, and this person has stood on the path of the sword and has become a monumental figure in the eyes of thousands of swordsmen in the world.

So far, there have been quite a few people who have tried to get past him, but so far, very few have actually crossed him.

He only has a sword in his heart, he is a sword saint, also called Dugu Jian.

At this moment, Dugu Jian was not in the Sword Mansion, and he was not sitting cross-legged, after Jian Chen left, he took the initiative to open the door for the first time, to take a look at the cliff scenery outside the Sword Mansion, and to take a look at the reckless mountains and rivers.

At this moment, he is still Dugu Sword, still a sword saint, but he has always had no distractions in his heart, but he can't help but have thousands of thoughts in his heart, the scenes of the former people and the former sword flashed in his mind, everything was like a white horse, and soon his life was filtered in his mind.

Left behind a man and a sword.

Dugu Jian is called Dugu Sword, naturally he lives with the sword, maybe he is lonely with the sword, but such a life is sincere to the sword, loyal to the sword also has a thought in his heart, a kind of ordinary people have a thought.

Dugu Jian is a human being after all, because he is obsessed with swords, so he is willing to enjoy the loneliness brought by the loneliness of the peak of the swordsman, but he is a human after all, although he is sincere, but at a certain stage, he has met someone, a person who has endless inspiration for his swordsmanship.

A beautiful woman.

Dugu Jian stood tall, he stood on the cliff, looking at the white clouds at the foot of the cliff.

At this moment, Baiyun is still Baiyun, but at this moment, it seems to have turned into that person, the person he thought he had forgotten, but in fact he had not forgotten.

A woman, a beautiful and touching woman.

What is this woman's name? Dugu Jian thought, the time was too long, so far that he couldn't remember the woman's name, so far that he had forgotten that woman's stunning face, so far away that he had even forgotten the memory of the past with that person, but he had that person in his heart, the person he was even willing to give up his kendo.

He reached out and covered the corners of his eyes, and he laughed.

He discovered a very strange thing, even when his parents died, he didn't shed tears and sadness, and today he actually shed tears, because of that woman, the woman he had almost forgotten everything.

He didn't want to talk anymore, he just wanted to dance the sword now.

It is naturally impossible for Dugu Sword to be without a sword, and Dugu Sword without a sword is naturally not a Dugu Sword, and naturally it is not worthy of being a sword master.

Dugu Sword has a sword and an extremely terrifying divine weapon.

This sword is his saber.

It's just that this sword has been stuck in the soil all these years, and it has not been pulled out for twenty years, and today Dugu Jian pulled out that sword, the sword he couldn't let go.

Dancing the sword, at this moment, he is dancing the sword without distraction.

The Sword Saint Dugu Jian was already a famous master in the rivers and lakes when he was a teenager, but the person who made the Sword Saint truly famous was not his talent, but because he had comprehended a set of wonderful swordsmanship after years of hard work.

Holy Spirit Swordsmanship.

Dugu Jian once went to Dongying, and finally comprehended the world-stunning Holy Spirit Sword Technique on a small island in Dongying, and since the Sword Saint comprehended this set of sword techniques, he has gradually cut off the seven emotions and six desires in the world, and only has the sword in his heart.

On this point, many people have asked the Sword Master, but specifically, the Sword Master has never answered anyone, not even his own brother Dugu Fang.

Holy Spirit Sword Technique, there are a total of twenty-two styles, each style can be regarded as peerless and exquisite, shocking, the power of each style is several times that of the previous style, and the twenty-second style, so far only the unknown has seen it.

And at this moment, on top of this cliff, the Sword Saint danced the sword and used his world-famous Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

The wind and clouds are hurrying, and the sky and the earth are changing. At this moment, the sword house on this cliff was suddenly enveloped by boundless sword qi, and the terrifying momentum instantly permeated like a volcano.

At this moment, this area has changed color, flying sand and rocks, which is shocking.

The sword master was still dancing the sword, and when the Holy Spirit Sword Technique was used to the eighteenth form, he suddenly stopped, and two lightning-like dazzling cold lights shot out of his eyes, looking at the sky coldly, he was silent, and only said a word after a long, long time, saying: "Miyamoto Snow Spirit, you are Miyamoto Snow Spirit." ”

Drizzle, cold wind, silence.

At this moment, there is a dead silence on the cliff, and few people come to Jianlu, so naturally no one will answer his words, and even if someone comes, it will be difficult to answer his words.

Miyamoto Xueling, this is just a name that the Central Plains martial arts have never known, and perhaps there are few people in that place who remember this person, this amazing woman.

Liquor store.

The wine shop was gone, and with the fight between Chu Feng and Mu Yingxiong, the wine shop had been swept away by the wind in the confrontation between the fingers of the two, turning into pieces of broken wood.

But the chair that Chu Feng and Mu Yingxiong were sitting on was as stable as Mount Tai, without the slightest trace of destruction.

At this moment, Chu Feng and Mu Yingxiong are still fighting, but at this moment, the battle between the two no longer has a terrifying momentum and vision.

At this moment, anyone who sees these two people fighting each other just thinks that these two people are just playing a joke that children can make.

At this moment, the movements of the two of them were very slow, basically Mu Yingxiong stretched out his hand to pinch Chu Feng, but Chu Feng dodged, at this moment, anyone looking at their movements felt very slow, and it was difficult for anyone to see what was special about these two shots.

However, whether it was Mu Yingxiong or Chu Feng, cold sweat had already been left on their foreheads.

Mu Yingxiong originally had an erhu in his hand, and now the erhu has also been put on the ground by him, it is obvious that this confrontation is not a simple confrontation for him, otherwise how would he let go of his beloved erhu?

In the eyes of ordinary people, the two are just playing a game of housekeeping, but in fact, the two have entered a very dangerous confrontation.

The two have evolved from the initial confrontation in the move to the confrontation in the way of the sword, and now it has evolved into the discussion of the sword heart.

Everyone has a sword in their heart, whether the person is a swordsman or not.

Kenshin represents the person's temperament, the person's philosophy on this realm.

And at this moment, the sword hearts of the two began to collide because of the confrontation.

However, this collision did not continue because Jian Chen came out.

Jian Chen had already seen the Sword Saint, so he appeared in front of Chu Feng and Mu Yingxiong with a dagger, and this tentative confrontation naturally had to stop there.

However, at this moment, anyone should be able to see that Mu Yingxiong looked at Chu Feng with an obvious look of appreciation in his eyes, even Jian Chen, who had just appeared in front of Chu Feng and Mu Yingxiong.

The wine shop is no more, just a table and two chairs.

Jian Chen could feel that there was a terrible confrontation here just now, but he didn't ask anything, just saluted Mu Yingxiong respectfully first, and then looked at Chu Feng, who was meeting for the first time, he took out the dagger and handed it to Chu Feng and said, "This is what the Sword Saint asked me to pass on to you." ”

Chu Feng nodded, and he took the dagger very naturally.

The dagger is exquisite and elegant, Chu Feng pulled the dagger out of its sheath, and in an instant, a sky-high sword intent emerged from the dagger, and the sword intent broke through the sky, at this moment, whether it was the heroic sword on Jian Chen's body or the saber on Chu Feng's body, he couldn't help but scream, as if to herald the birth of this ancient and peerless sword master.

Jian Chen has been adopted by a nameless since he was a child, and his teacher is nameless, whether it is swordsmanship cultivation or understanding of swords, he is far from ordinary people, although he can't understand the smile on Chu Feng's face at this moment, but he finally understands that Dugu Jian enters the dagger with sword qi, isn't it that he is picking out the unparalleled sword cultivation to Chu Feng, obviously, when the dagger is sent to Dugu Jian's hands, Dugu Jian has already recognized Chu Feng's strength, and Chu Feng and Dugu Jian will fight sooner or later.

Jian Chen looked at Chu Feng, his eyes couldn't help flashing a strange color, although he already knew that this young man named Chu Feng had an extraordinary swordsmanship cultivation, but he still didn't expect that this person was actually qualified to fight with the sword saint Dugu Jianfeng, who had always been cold and arrogant and conceited, and before he came to this wine shop that had disappeared, this person seemed to have had an incomparable and wonderful confrontation with the person who had been most respected by Shizun Wuming in his life.

Now Jian Chen suddenly had an impulse, an urge to understand this Pingshui swordsman.

Chu Feng didn't look at Jian Chen, he glanced at the dagger, and then looked at Mu Yingxiong who was pinching the erhu, he looked at Mu Yingxiong with a smile and said: "Everyone has a destiny that belongs to her, and swordsmen also have their own destiny, what about you?

Mu Yingxiong didn't speak, he looked up at the green mountains in the distance, and after a long, long time, he pulled the erhu, and a melodious voice sounded.

At this moment, there is no melancholy in the sound of erhu, only free and easy, and you can see the freedom of the vicissitudes of the world.

Chu Feng closed his eyes and listened, for a long time, the rhythm disappeared, Chu Feng also opened his eyes, he looked at Mu Yingxiong and said: "Sooner or later, you will find a person who will let you really fight, but unfortunately that person is not me." ”

After he said this, the man had already gotten up and left.

Jian Chen didn't understand, he had always been talented and extremely smart, but at this time, he didn't understand the dumb riddle between Chu Feng and Mu Yingxiong.

Mu Yingxiong didn't explain to Jian Chen, and he didn't look at Jian Chen, he just sighed softly: "You wait a few more days, you don't have to rush back to Zhonghua Pavilion." ”

Jian Chen didn't seem to understand, and didn't refute it. (To be continued.) )