A smile appeared on Xuan Jianxin's face, and he said: "Your conditions don't mean anything to me, otherwise, according to the rules of me and Brother Zhou, if you win, I will listen to you." If I win, how about you listen to me?"

Zhou Mengdie frowned, he had already heard the mistake between the words of the Xuan Jian Xin. He didn't set a time, if Traceless lost, if Xuanjian Xin cheated, he would have to be a slave for life, and when he was about to stop it, Traceless said coldly: "If you can survive, let's talk about it." ”

After saying that, he took out the magic sword from behind, and the momentum on his body instantly rose, compared to a year ago, this year's time, the progress of Traceless is also very huge, even if the internal force has not broken through a realm, but this is not much worse than Zhou Mengdie a year ago in terms of the comprehension of the way of the sword, so he has to marvel at the talent of Traceless.

You must know that Zhou Mengdie relied on the memories of the first thirty years of his life to be able to reach that state in the middle of the hero, and he practiced martial arts for a maximum of five years, and he had already reached the realm that Zhou Mengdie had only reached with thirty years of experience.

In the bottom of his heart, he was slightly amazed, but Zhou Mengdie had already made up his mind to practice harder, although after comprehending the sword coming west, Zhou Mengdie was confident that he could still defeat the traceless with his amazing sword, but an inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly came to his heart.

Although Xuan Jianxin has experienced a hundred battles and practiced such magical swordsmanship as the Imperial Sword Technique, after all, he rarely fought with Tianjiao's disciples, so at the moment of fighting against the sword without a trace, he lost his mind slightly.

Whether it was influenced by the Traceless Sword Technique. Or because of his own heart. This slight loss of consciousness cut off his way to victory.

The sword without a trace is a little less cold than before. But there is a sense of inexplicable loneliness. And what affected Xuan Jianxin was this lonely atmosphere.

In life, if you don't know the hustle and bustle of the world, you will naturally have no sorrow or joy, no mercy and no desire, and the whole person will be cold. And if the person who is separated from the world is in the hustle and bustle of the world, he will be like the sages of the turbid world, and he will seem so lonely and lonely.

At this time, Traceless gave birth to the idea of integrating into this world. But he never found a way to integrate into the crowd around him, so unconsciously, there was a trace of loneliness in his heart, and the feeling of loneliness was born slowly, and then quietly integrated into his sword.

This sword comes from his perception of life and the world, and it is a sword in the hands of the sword path demon that will make the master of the grandmaster realm ashamed. So under this sword, Xuanjian Xin was defeated.

Despite all his might, he still can't save himself from defeat. He just watched Traceless knock the flying sword of his envoy away with a sword, and watched the magic sword in Traceless's hand slowly approach. Finally stopped in his chest, and then looked into his cold eyes. When I looked at Zhou Mengdie again, there was an inexplicable heaviness in my heart.

"Are you really his defeated subordinate?" Xuan Jianxin said as he looked at Traceless with some disbelief, and then glanced at Zhou Mengdie again.

Traceless withdrew the sword from his chest, then glanced at him coldly and said, "My current kendo comprehension may be able to catch up with his realm from a year ago." ”

Xuan Jianxin was stunned, and muttered, "Which sword you came out of back then, how is it compared to the sword just now?"

Traceless was slightly stunned, and then said, "This sword is more than twice as strong as it was now." ”

Xuan Jianxin muttered, "Twice, twice." Haha, I didn't expect that my Xuan Jian Xin, as a disciple of Shushan, would lose to a person in the martial arts for more than a year. Then he glanced at Traceless and said, "Okay, then you tell me, and I will listen to you in the future." ”

Wuxian on the side still had a cold face, and said, "Go and get ready, we are going to Xiangyang together." ”

Zhou Mengdie and Wuxian nodded, and didn't say much, since he had decided to repay his so-called kindness in this way, then he naturally wouldn't turn Wuxian away.

Zhou Mengdie was still very happy about the performance of a master, and after he returned to the villa, he announced his decision.

Wanqing and Qi Tian immediately let out a burst of exclamations, and then happily went to prepare their luggage. Qing'er and Xia'er's two maids glanced at each other, and only after a long time did they speak: "Childe, we"

Zhou Mengdie glanced at the cultivation of the two, and now he has reached the peak of the young man's realm, and said in his heart: "It's time to go out and practice." So without waiting for the two of them to finish speaking, he said, "Why are you still stunned? Go and prepare your luggage, and we will set off in a while." ”

The two girls were stunned for a moment, and then let out a cheer in unison, and each returned to his room to pack his luggage.

Zhou Mengdie took a set of clothes and went straight to the lake, jumped into the water to wash off the filth, put on a blue and white knight's shirt, and then looked at his facial features on the lake, glanced at himself who looked a little old in the water, but smiled softly: "There are endless things in this river and lake, I don't know when I will be able to sleep beautifully." Come to think of it, I probably haven't dreamed in years, right?"

He sighed slightly, and then got up and returned to his small courtyard, what Zhou Mengdie didn't expect was that Hua Fuyue got the news that Zhou Mengdie was going to Xiangyang to fight against Mongolia out of nowhere, and even gathered a group of disciples of Tibetan Sword Villa to come to meet Zhou Mengdie.

"Uncle Shi, such a major event as an alien invasion, whether it is the righteous path or the demon path, it is the responsibility to contribute, I have the ten major sects of the righteous path in the Sword Villa, and this battle of Xiangyang is indispensable. Since Uncle Shi is going to take action in person, then lead my disciples of the Hidden Sword Villa to go with him!" A sincere smile appeared on Hua Fuyue's face.

If she hadn't known that she had the shadow of Yan Zhi'an in her heart, Zhou Mengdie would have mistakenly thought that she had a good impression of herself. He immediately nodded with her, and then spoke to the disciple of the Tibetan Sword Villa on the side: "This battle of Xiangyang is because some traitors among my strangers burned the grain and grass in the Xiangyang camp, so that the Mongols thought they had a chance. Therefore, this time to support Xiangyang City, in the final analysis, it is our Yiren who wipes our butts for ourselves. Life and death in this battle are unpredictable, and if there is anyone who is afraid of death, you can leave first. ”

After he finished speaking, the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa were silent, and after a long time, someone spoke: "Senior Uncle Zhou, you are the highest senior in our Tibetan Sword Villa, and you are also the strongest. We chose to go with you because we believe that you will be able to bring us back safely. But if any of us hangs up, it is also bad luck, no wonder Uncle Shi, this is our own choice, to protect the family and defend the country, national righteousness, that there is a reason to regret. The big guy said, isn't this the reason?"

The disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa responded one after another, saying, "I am willing to kill the enemy with my uncle." ”

Because of the different swordsmanship cultivation, the swords in the hands of the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa were also different, they raised the swords in their hands in unison, and then let out an earth-shattering roar, which shook for hundreds of miles for a while, frightening the birds in the forest, and startling some of the elders and disciples who were sitting in the house and retreating woke up one after another.

More and more disciples curiously gathered in Zhou Mengdie's small courtyard, and then joined his team one after another.

Originally, more than half of the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa who had received thousands of disciples came, and Zhou Mengdie's small courtyard could no longer accommodate so many people, even if the place of teaching was moved outside the villa, it still seemed a little crowded.

A smile appeared on his face, looking at the disciples of the Hidden Sword Villa who were lined up in a neat queue as if they were during the group practice on weekdays, a trace of heroism appeared in his eyes, and he said: "This time it is not for anything else, just to drive out the Tartars, if you can come back alive, Uncle Shi, I promise to give a peerless secret book to all the disciples who participated in the war for free." ”

There was a hint of boiling sound in the crowd, and after a long time, it quieted down, and under the auspices of Hua Fuyue, Long Xingtian and others, this group of disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa had already gone to their respective masters and elders in batches to apply for leaving the village.

Zhou Mengdie locked himself in the study, and he sent letters to various places.

Zhuang Guoping of Wudang Mountain, Zhou Ying of Emei Mountain, Feipeng who killed Mongolians in the Northern Regions, and a half-ghost and a monk who have not been in contact for a long time. Even the monk who had met in a hurry, Zhang Wudi of Mingjiao, etc., all his friends sent a letter.

After thinking about it for a while, he finally decided to say hello to Chu Yan in advance, and picked up a pen to write on the note. In the end, the simple letter, but which made his heart sink inexplicably, was stuffed into a small bamboo tube on the leg of a carrier pigeon, and then it was released in the direction of Xiangyang.

Looking at the carrier pigeon outside the window, he was slightly distracted, and then said to Wanqing on the side: "Your strength has improved rapidly, and now you have the strength of the late stage of Shaoxia, although it is not very high, but it is enough to save your life, this time I will take you." Your basic swordsmanship has now been completed, and then I will pass on to you a supreme swordsmanship, I don't know the plum blossom swordsmanship and the sword drawing technique, which one do you prefer?"

A trace of confusion appeared on that Wanqing's face, and she said, "Master, what is the plum blossom sword technique, and what is the sword drawing technique?"

Zhou Mengdie was slightly stunned, then smiled, turned over and jumped to the side, the sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he first performed the thirty-six sword drawing technique, and then the thirty-six plum blossom sword technique. (To be continued.) )