On the night of the moon and stars, Kunlu walked alone in the nameless park of the capital of the gods, with a deep cry and silence in the four fields.

Suddenly, Kun Lu felt a fluctuating sword aura wafting across this square. This invisible sword qi swirled briskly, constantly rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground, forcing the branches to rustle everywhere.

Kun Lu was on guard, seeing that more and more fallen leaves were driven by this sword qi, and finally it became a tornado formed by the convergence of countless fallen leaves, and then this tornado suddenly exerted force, like a huge spinning top, and pounced towards Kun Lu.

Nine Swords One Qi Pavilion Master Kun Lu was not polite, he stood up and forced all his strength, his left hand was on his back, his right palm was accumulating, and his eyebrows were vertical and Ling Ran made a move.

The palm of the right palm attached to Kun Lu's sword qi was in the middle of the apex of the leaf gyro, and for a while, the strength was scattered, the broken leaves flew wildly, and several golden symphonies broke out between the hands.

Kun Lu exerted his strength and broke the flying leaves in the sky in one fell swoop, and the scattered leaf fragments all had smooth incisions like mirrors.

As the rain-like broken leaves fell, the figure behind the broken leaves had already appeared.

Yu Lisa is the white-bearded old man who has watched the Kunlu game several times.

But this time, the old man put on a resolute expression, and there was an extra simple and unpretentious hilt in his hand.

Kun Lu stared at the hilt of the sword in the old man's hand for a while, and said in a low voice: "The sword is three feet five long, unpretentious, and the sword body is slightly curved. Is the old man a 'single-edged sword'?"

The old man smiled slightly on his serious face, then waved his hand. Step by step, Kunlu was led to the depths of the park.

Walking to a huge pool rockery, the white-bearded old man stepped into the pool, walked to the edge of an artificial waterfall and stood sideways, and said in a low voice: "Boy, you are optimistic." ”

"Oh!" Kun Lu said with a serious nod, watching intently.

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Half an hour later!

Kun Lu frowned and said, "Uncle, I didn't see anything!"

Forehead............. The white-bearded old man's cheeks twitched slightly in embarrassment, and then he said, "Wait, I guess it's coming soon." ”

Kun Lu smiled and clasped his hands to his chest and said, "Uncle, what do you want me to see?"

The words fell. The white-bearded old man's eyes suddenly flashed cold. He said in a deep voice: "It's coming!"

Kun Lu was startled, and followed the prestige: that fallen leaf? a fallen leaf that floated from the upper stream and fell down the waterfall.

The old man, who had not moved like a mountain just now, suddenly moved, and his body spun in a half-circle. The sword is out of its sheath. I only saw a clean and neat flash of cold light. Boy. It is really an unhurried and unswerving sword, like a sharp blade smoothly cutting a flexible ribbon. Without a splash, the old man had already used the sword in his hand to split the half-fallen leaves in two.

Playing a beautiful sword flower, the old man pushed the sword back into the sheath, leaving only the buzzing sword sound floating in the air, which lasted for a long time.

Kun Lu suppressed his smile and said in his heart: When the sword is released, the trajectory is constantly adjusted, so that the blade of the sword is consistent with the direction of the water flow and perpendicular, this is not something that can be achieved in one or two decades of cultivation.

The old man stood up and said in a low voice, "Young man, it's your turn." ”

The challenge suddenly came, and Kun Lu suddenly felt his heart hot, and he didn't step into the pool with a bad smile on the corner of his mouth.

A cold wind blew, and several fallen leaves fell, Kun Lu seized the opportunity to flash his hand and pull out the small disc dragon in the baggage, and reached out with his index finger between the swords to buckle the silk thread buckle at the end of the small disc dragon's sword handle.

Flip your wrist and exert your strength. Brush, brush, brush, brush! The small dragon quickly shot from the old man's left and right.

When the old man looked back, several leaves falling from the waterfall had been shattered by the tip of the Xiaopan Dragon's sword!

"Heh!" the white-bearded old man smiled disdainfully and said, "It's really like an apprentice who crosses the frost sky, and likes to use some sword moves that rely too much on skill!"

Whoosh! Kun Lu flashed his hand and took the small panlong back into the package, and said coldly: "The Nine Swords and One Qi Pavilion is about one thought above the nine swords, and skill is just one of the aspects we pay attention to. ”

The corners of the old man's mouth curled, he jumped out of the pool with his legs, fell to Kun Lu's side and said, "Boy, you should guess my identity." ”

"Ahh Kun Lu said calmly: "With the luck of the sword, it is not a good job." The sword is gone, and it is not in shape. The old gentleman should be the founder of the 'Qi Yi Xin Sword Flow' school: ―――――― Han Boxin. Right?"

"Ha, it's been a long time since anyone has mentioned this genre. The white-bearded old man Han Boxin smiled and said, "Yes, I am Han Boxin, and I am also your master's best friend back then." In the martial arts world, it is often said that 'one sword Han Silk Heart, one sword crosses the frost sky' means that I and your master are two swordsmen. ”

Kunlu's expression remained unchanged and he smiled slightly. But he said silently in his heart: I remember that the master said to me that one sword crosses the frost sky, and one sword Han Silk heart. I don't know who remembered it biased.

Han Boxin raised his hand and motioned for Kun Lu to say as he walked, and the two walked together on this silent and uninhabited stone path.

Suhua is fragrant, Han Boxin said while looking at the scenery around: "Kunlu, I didn't know when your master left, I haven't been able to go to the sacrifice all these years, it's time to say sorry to you." ”

Kun Lu hurriedly hugged his fists and said: "The seniors have a heart, the seniors have been practicing in the deep mountains where no one is in the western region, and I don't dare to say much, but thank the seniors for their heart." ”

Han Boxin nodded, and said, "Kunlu, how much have you learned your master's sword art?"

Kun Lu condensed and said: "The ancestor has carefully assisted, and has already taught me all the mastery. ”

"That's fine. ”

The two were speechless for a while, and they just walked a long way.

At the end of the road, Han Boxin suddenly whispered: "Descendant boy, do you know why I am looking for you?"

Kun Lu shook his head.

Han Boxin said in a deep voice: "Kunlu, didn't your master tell you the story of your birth?"

Kun Lu was taken aback, and hurriedly hugged his fists and said: "The family teacher left in a hurry, how the master came from in the next place only mentioned it slightly, I only know that my parents died in the tribal war, if there is any other story, please tell the old gentleman in the next step." ”

"Dushuang Tian really didn't tell you?" Han Boxin frowned, and then laughed: "That old guy is really too deep addicted to the sword path he created himself, and he didn't take what I said back then to heart at all." ”

Han Boxin, an old man in the sword world, waved his hand and sat on the stone bench beside him, and said, "Okay, boy, I'll tell you." ”

That was the story of twenty-five years ago, when the Protoss was still in a perennial war with the Demon Clan, and the martial arts world was thriving. Han Boxin and Du Shuangtian are both well-known new stars in the sword world, and they are also friends and enemies, and they have a very good relationship. But the two were obsessed with kendo, and felt that they had not yet reached the peak of kendo, and they did not have the idea of opening a museum to teach apprentices.

In order to have a clean place to practice swordsmanship, the two of them applied for a position of "usher" with the high-level of the Protoss, and traveled to the mortal world! (To be continued......