The sword qi surged, the sword intent rushed overnight, and Bu Zhijun secretly said in his heart, it was really the same slack temperament to meet the heir of that uncle here. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In that memory, there is always a sense of decadence in the uncle, the once peerless swordsman, and the peerless master of an era, the immortal sword, Bai Yujing.

White Yujing in the sky, twelve cities on the fifth floor. The immortals rub my top, and the hair is immortalized. In the past, Bai Yujing was almost suppressed in another era, and almost all the swordsmen of the same period were covered by his edge. Although the immortal sword did not have a gorgeous appearance, it only had an old scabbard, and even the satin wrapped around the hilt of the sword was equally old, and there was no murderous aura on it. However, the sword in this old scabbard is terrifyingly sharp. And this was the most terrifying sword in the rivers and lakes of that year -- Bai Yujing's immortal sword! The people in the rivers and lakes of that era were afraid of Bai Yujing and Bai Yujing's sword. Because he is the only one who kills, and no one can kill him!

It's a pity that the years are not forgiving, and the sharp-edged swordsman has finally become a decadent uncle. Just like the young man in front of him, except for the clothes on his body are new, everything else is old, the boots are old, the scabbard is old, the sword spike is old, and even the hairband on his head is old.

Back then, Bai Yujing was never a person who liked to wronged himself, he liked old things, the old saddle was comfortable to sit on, the old boots were comfortable to wear, and the old scabbard would never damage his blade. He also likes new things, and new clothes always make him feel refreshed and energized.

Even if he knows Jun's martial arts at the moment, he doesn't dare to underestimate the person in front of him. It's not fear, it's respect, no matter who can suppress an era, it's worthy of his respect. Dugu is like this, Huang Shang is like this, and Wang Chongyang is also the same. No matter what they do in the future, they will always be the strongest of their time.

No one knows what Bai Yujing's swordsmanship is, maybe it is really the descendant of Li Taibai, a poet immortal in the Tang Dynasty, as rumored. But who really knows that. Because even if it is the same swordsmanship, different people use it differently. There are some swordsmanship that only the person who created it can really use the essence, but there are also swordsmanship that after many years of dust, they encounter one that is enough to bring out all of its potential and make it transcendent.

At the end of the day, it's just that the people who use the sword are different.

Of course, the person in front of him was not the Immortal Sword, because Bu Zhijun had seen that uncle with his own eyes. Of course, the Immortal Sword is not dead, and he is still living calmly and happily, although it is a little decadent, but will that man not be decadent after he has a woman? Especially if it is a smart woman.

The young man in front of him had good martial arts, but he could only be regarded as good, because he couldn't hold his sword. If it was Bai Yujing standing here, it would definitely be impossible for the Immortal Sword to be so restless. The reason is very simple, because of self-confidence, self-confidence that no one can surpass himself in swordsmanship, this is an absolute self-confidence that can suppress the master of an era! Unfortunately, the young man in front of him does not have Bai Yujing's self-confidence, although his expression is still slack, and even his eyes have not changed, but his sword has betrayed him, and the sword quality is human character.

To be honest, Bu Zhijun has never seen Bai Yujing's shot, and he is not familiar with the other party's swordsmanship, but Bu Zhijun deeply remembers that his master once said that if you want to deal with Bai Yujing's sword, you can only put it to death and come back to life.

Bu Zhijun stared at the other party, and suddenly said, "Are you Bai Yunxia, or Bai Yanxia?"

The wind picked up a few yellow leaves, and it was almost autumn.

The young man suddenly raised his hand, grabbed a fallen leaf, looked at the veins on it, and replied, "It seems that you have only heard my name, but have not seen me." Otherwise, you wouldn't know that Bai Yanxia is my sister. ”

Of course, Bu Zhijun had never seen him, he had only seen Bai Yujing, and a child who followed Bai Yujing. I thought that I was too young, so I couldn't tell the difference between men and women at all. It's not my fault, it's obviously your sister's breasts that are too small. Bu Zhijun was depressed in his heart, but of course he couldn't say it.

"Eh, I once had a relationship with Ling Zun, dare to ask Ling Zun if it's okay?" Bu Zhijun asked very politely.

The young man snorted softly and said, "He's very good." ”

Bu Zhijun shook his head, he didn't bother to care about the other party's family affairs.

"Bu Zhijun. "Bu Zhijun put on a starting hand, polite, the kind that almost all swordsmanship has.

The young man said a little depressedly: "Bai Yunxia." "Seriously, he's not happy with his name, Bai Yunxia, it sounds like a little girl, not like a male name at all.

"Please. Bu Zhijun honestly condensed the sword qi into a physical long sword, but this time the sword was black, pitch black, narrow, ancient, it was a sharp weapon in the world, the sword blade was three feet seven inches, and the net weight was seven catties and thirteen taels. This sword is nameless, but it is greatly famous because of its master.

Because the owner of this sword is called Simon Blowing Snow. Facing the number one swordsman in the rivers and lakes of the previous era, Bu Zhijun could only think of using this sword to fight.

It's a respect for one time, nothing else.

"Then you see. Bai Yunxia's hand suddenly became sharp at the moment when he grasped the hilt of the sword, yes, sharp, no matter how slack his usual life is, he is a swordsman after all, if there is no sharpness that belongs to the sword, then it is best for him not to practice the sword.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. Reciting two verses in a low voice, Bai Yunxia's figure pulled out a series of afterimages, each of them carried a sword, and the figure was a phantom, but the sword was an entity, or a physical sword qi!

Each figure was using a different move, Bu Zhijun's eyes were slightly closed, the long sword in his hand was raised flat above his chest, and suddenly struck into the void! So fast, I don't know if it's a personal reason, Bu Zhijun thinks that Ximen Blowing Snow, Flying Swordsman, Ye Gucheng, Jing Wuming and many other masters with swords regard speed as the first, while others such as Ling Hu Chong, Zhang Sanfeng, Xie Xiaofeng and others are famous for their skills and realm.

It seems that the swordsmanship of the Immortal Sword should also focus on speed.

Then let me use my skills to break your speed.

Sparks flew everywhere, although most of them were physical sword qi, but after Bu Zhijun closed his eyes, the long sword in his hand, although the frequency of the dance seemed to be slow, but it could hit a phantom every time. This method has a name called Tai Chi Sword!!