Chapter 37: Heroes and Heroic Swords

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Sword Saint, the outstanding among swordsmen, but the Sword Saint is not the most powerful and terrifying existence among the swordsmen, even Dugu Jian can't help but admit this, he was defeated in the past years and was defeated in the hands of Heavenly Sword Nameless.

But is the Heavenly Sword Nameless the most terrifying swordsman? Nameless doesn't admit it.

He didn't admit it not just because of modesty, but because he knew that there was a peerless swordsman in the world, so far he had never defeated that terrible swordsman, and he had been looking for that swordsman so far, but unfortunately he had never found it, that person seemed to be dead, but Nameless knew that person was definitely not dead, how could that person die?

"How can life be as good as it is in the world? Chu Feng knew where the Sword Lu was, and he was going to visit the Sword Saint with sword intent, but he didn't find a suitable candidate, but at this moment, a voice appeared in his ears, a voice sighing lightly.

A wine shop, an old man, a young swordsman.

The old man had no sword in his hand, only a wine gourd on his body, and the young swordsman naturally had a sword on his body, and this young swordsman was not only handsome and extraordinary, but also had a sword on his body, a sword that any swordsman in the heavens and the earth would be crazy about.

Chu Feng saw the sword, and also saw the two people, the old and the young.

'How can life be as good as it is in the world?' This sentence was not spoken to Chu Feng, nor to the young man, but the old man muttered to himself.

The peerless swordsman stood upright on one side, silent, but his expression was very respectful, even with an indescribable worship.

The old man didn't pay attention to it, just stared at the sword on the young man's waist, and after a long, long time, he said, "Can you lend me this sword to see?" ”

This is a sword, although this sword does not look luxurious, but in the eyes of Chu Feng's swordsman for many years, this is definitely a sword.

The young man did not hesitate, he directly untied the sword and handed it to the old man.

The old man held the sword, but the sword was not unsheathed.

Although the sword is not unsheathed, the old man holding the sword actually appeared on the magnificent momentum of the emperor in the sword, and the old man holding the sword seems to be like an emperor who has been away from the throne for a long time, once again sitting on the supreme throne and ruling the world.

But in an instant, this momentum dimmed, and the old man had already drawn his sword.

The sword light is like a stream of autumn water, not dazzling, but exceptionally clear.

The old man stared at the sword for a long time, and sighed lightly: "Hero sword, hero sword, I haven't seen this sword for many years, I don't know if it's okay with the name?"

The young man was silent, but his head was lowered, and some tears could not help but flow from his eyes. But he didn't say it, although he wanted to tell this old man that he had been thinking about you all these years and had always wanted to meet you, but he didn't say that he had heard this man's temper from his master.

This person is not only Shizun's brother, Shizun's friend, but also Shizun's most powerful and terrifying opponent in his life, so far Shizun has not really defeated this person once.

Now the heroic sword is no longer in the hands of this old man, he is in the hands of the sword master.

The sword master who held the sword was like a peerless overlord who regained imperial power, and his whole body exuded a terrifying momentum that made all swords in the world surrender, a kind of momentum that looked down on the world with a sword in his hand and was proud of the common people.

Under this magnificent and terrifying momentum, the young man felt as if his body and soul had been crushed by someone, which was an incomparable sense of suffocation and oppression, but fortunately, this momentum was only fleeting.

Soon Dugu Jian became an ordinary old man again, although he still had a sword in his hand, the heroic sword.

The wooden door had been pushed open, and Dugu Jian had already seen the young man, he stared at the young man coldly and said, "You are the current master of the Hero Sword?"

The young man arched his hand and nodded: "Yes, junior Jian Chen, meet the senior of the Sword Saint." ”

Dugu Jian's face was expressionless, and he said coldly: "You are a nameless disciple?"

The young man nodded: "Yes." ”

Dugu Jian said again: "Why did you come to me?" he said this, and two essences shot out of his eyes.

Jian Chen smiled bitterly, he looked at Dugu Jian, he finally felt the shocking and terrible oppression for the first time, but he was still polite and polite, he said: "I came to see the Sword Saint senior because of a person's entrustment. ”

The Sword Saint was silent, just looking at Jian Chen.

Jian Chen understood what Dugu Jian meant, he reached out and took out a handful of delicate wallpaper from his waist, and handed it to Dugu Jian with both hands.

The heroic sword slashed like a meteor and fell into Jian Chen's hand, but the dagger had already been sucked into Dugu Jian's hand.

This is a dagger that looks very well-made in terms of workmanship and manufacturing, but Dugu Sword used to dominate Wushuang City, and he has never seen the rare treasures in the sky and on the ground, so will he still covet this dagger with ordinary workmanship?

Jian Chen didn't think about it.

He had also seen this dagger on the way, and this dagger had no other symbolic things on it except for the craftsmanship of the craft, and he really couldn't see anything.

But the dagger was not his, but given to him by the man who invited him on the way.

At this moment, he looked at the Sword Master, and he found that the Sword Master's eyes looking at the dagger had begun to change, as if this dagger was not a dagger in the first place, but a rare opponent in the world.

Dugu Jian spoke, and he took the initiative to look at Jian Chen: "What else did that person say?"

Jian Chen didn't hide it, and he didn't dare to hide it, he said honestly: "He asked his seniors on my behalf: Is this sword acceptable?"

Dugu Jian didn't speak, he held the dagger in his left hand, and pinched his fingers into a sword with his right hand.

Hit the dagger with a finger sword.

The dagger made a loud thud, but the dagger was already intact.

Dugu Jian handed the dagger to Jian Chen, and said coldly: "Take it and give it to him." ”

Jian Chen didn't understand, but he also put away the dagger, but he didn't leave, this time he came to see the Sword Saint not only because of that person's entrustment, but also because the master had something to ask him to tell the Sword Saint, so he naturally couldn't leave now.

Light rain, wine shops, grass, fine willows.

This is a remote mountain suburb, and the sound of erhu is heard in this mountain outskirts.

At this moment, there are two people here, one is naturally Chu Feng, and the other is an old man who met Jian Chen by chance.

The old man was already very old, he pulled the erhu, Chu Feng closed his eyes, and listened to the melodious and slightly melancholy melancholy.

After a while, the erhu sound stopped, Chu Feng had already opened his eyes, he looked at the old man and sighed softly: "There are not many people in the sky and the earth who interest me, you are already one of them, there are not many people in the sky and the earth that I admire, you can also be regarded as one of them, maybe you should be the only person I admire in this world, and the person I want to fight the most, but I don't know if the current Mu Yingxiong is still the former emperor of the sword Mu Yingxiong?"

The erhu is still in hand, but this time the old man played not a melodious and melancholy rhythm, but a strange and unpredictable sword rhythm.

Chu Feng's expression was calm, listening to the sword law that made most of the martial arts masters in the heavens and the earth go crazy, and he didn't say a word, just listened quietly.

After a while, the erhu sound stopped, the old man looked at Chu Feng, he stared at Chu Feng coldly and said, "Since you are not for fame or profit, why should you fight with me." ”

Others may not understand when they hear this, but Chu Feng understands.

Just now, the old man played this rhythm, which is strange and unpredictable, and a person with distracting thoughts will go against the flow of meridians and go crazy with only three breaths.

But Chu Feng didn't, so Chu Feng was not for fame, nor for profit.

Chu Feng calmly looked at the old man in front of him, this person who shocked the world in the past, he said: "Because of you, because you are Mu Yingxiong, there are not many people in the sky and the earth who can let me take the initiative to use the sword, but you are definitely one of them." He said this, paused, and said, "But I won't fight you now, my current opponent is only the Sword Master." ”

The old man looked at Chu Feng, and his eyes had begun to glow again, revealing the kind of light that he was proud of when he held the heroic sword in his hand just now.

Although the old man at this moment is still an old man, the compelling edge on his body, even an extremely clever swordsman like Chu Feng, has given birth to an inexplicable oppression.

But Chu Feng was fearless, his eyes were even more reckless, and he looked at this old man coldly, this former emperor of the sword, not inferior to Mu Yingxiong of the Heavenly Sword and the Sword Saint Dugu Sword.

The Heavenly Sword of the past and the Sword Saint of the past are still legends in the eyes of the Jianghu people, what about Mu Yingxiong in the past? Mu Yingxiong has been forgotten by the Jianghu people, but Chu Feng has not forgotten, Chu Feng knows that there is a swordsman in this world, a terrifying swordsman who is unparalleled in the world.

This person is Mu Yingxiong, a true heroic figure.

Chu Feng looked at Mu Yingxiong, looked at the former Sword Emperor, there was already light in his eyes, he stretched out his hand, the moment he stretched out his hand, there seemed to be a sword in his hand, and his whole body seemed to have become a sword move.

He stretched out his hand, thinking that the old man slowly pushed over.

The old man's pupils shrank sharply, the light in his eyes was even greater, and he also stretched out his hand, and the moment he stretched out his hand, since this area had set off a frenzied hurricane, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were shocked by this sudden confrontation.

The wind is like a sword, and the drizzle has turned into a sword at this moment.

The two of them looked like they were just waving their hands plainly, and they didn't even touch their hands, but many exquisite sword moves and sword movements came into being at this moment.

Many sword moves and sword moves, whether Chu Feng or Mu Yingxiong had thought about it before, but at this moment, with the opponent's attack, they were not used in any sluggish way in an instant.

The movement of the other man's hand became slower and slower, as if there was an extremely terrifying and strange force in the air that stopped the two of them from moving.

However, this spatial area appeared with an irresistible and terrifying sharpness with the slow movements of the two.

The liquor shop began to tremble, and the wind and drizzle began to get involved in the confrontation between the two men.

Green grass, willow silk, and dead wood sucked towards the old man and Chu Feng at this moment, forming a very magnificent and strange green storm.

The confrontation continued, and the two had no intention of stopping. (To be continued.) )