Huashan female sword god

Chapter 407 405. Self-mutilation
405. Self-mutilation
Flicking the palm, spinning the sword, You Xingye turned to one side.

Sonorous and stirring.

The rushing long sword swiped across the blue sheath, loud and piercing.

You Xingye pushed out his right palm again, hitting his ribs.

Ye Ximen raised his left arm.

The palm falls on the arm.

The wind pressure is everywhere, and the air waves lift the dust.

Dazzling away.

You Xingye stood still, while Ye Ximen moved out horizontally with his palm, making a big angle with Lai Xiangsheng.

The sword edge hung down, Ye Ximen looked at You Xingye, and praised: "Not bad."

This is not bad, the praise is internal strength, not swordsmanship.

This sword probing, each crude, only dealt with simply, there is nothing to blame, and there is nothing to praise, but the moment when both of them touch each other's internal strength is enough to make people look sideways.

He already understood that You Xingye's skill today is much higher than what Yan Tiannan dictated three years ago.

You Xingye sighed and said: "A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands!"

Ye Ximen said: "Unfortunately, I am not a gentleman."

You Xingye smiled and said: "No one is born a gentleman, not now, we can slowly learn the way of a gentleman, and one day we will become a gentleman."

Ye Ximen raised his eyebrows, pointed at Jian Feng, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, draw your sword and see the truth."

You Xingye looked at him, and suddenly put away his playful expression, "Are you serious?"

Ye Ximen said: "Naturally."

"Do you really want to compete with me?"

"Yes!"

Raising Yang Biluo, he reminded: "My sword is a rare artifact. If you insist on me taking action, I won't mind bullying you with the power of this divine sword."

Ye Ximen said: "I also have extraordinary iron in my hand."

"Okay! You asked for it yourself."

You Xingye snorted softly, turned around and said, "Sister, let's see how I got rid of him."

"bring it on."

With a loud shout, the Heavenly Sword was unsheathed in an instant.

The sword is soaring.

Ye Ximen was fearless: "Good time!"

Zongjian greeted him.

But in the confrontation between masters, there are already a hundred blows in the blink of an eye.

Only the clash of weapons can be heard, only the shadows of swords can be seen flashing back, only shouts and shouts, the wind whistling and hunting, thunder roaring, only the air puffing heavily, the vegetation fluttering, and the floating dust billowing.

And fight for a moment.

The silhouette is split.

Ye Ximen met You Xingye's sword, jumped out of the battle with his strength, returned the long sword to its sheath, and said: "I won't fight anymore."

You Xingye asked him: "Why?"

Ye Ximen said: "With our skill, if we continue to fight like this, we won't see the end until tomorrow."

You Xingye nodded and said: "Indeed."

Ye Ximen said: "So, if you and I want to win, we need to let go of our hands and feet, and we can no longer suppress the true meaning in the sword."

You Xingye said: "Let go of your hands and feet and fight life and death. It is true that the outcome can be determined quickly, but I am afraid that we will have to see life and death."

Her skill is not as good as Ye Ximen's, but the key to this battle is not internal strength, but sword intent.

The battle of sword intent is far more variable and unexpected than the battle of sword qi inspired by internal force, and it cannot be simply judged whose accumulation is more profound.If you let go of your hands and feet, it is unpredictable who will win and who will lose. At the critical moment, I am afraid that no one will be able to hold back, so if you let go of your hands and feet completely, it may not be just a matter of winning or losing, but it may even be a matter of life and death!
Ye Ximen said: "I just want to meet my opponent in chess, to have a smooth battle, even if I die, there will be no complaints."

You Xingye said: "But you gave up on your own again."

Ye Ximen looked at the carriage and said, "Because you are not a good opponent now."

Over there, Ming Yuetian had already lifted the curtain, leaning softly against the edge of the carriage, watching the battle with pale lips, her complexion was extremely bad, and her figure was in a precarious posture.

Even though it's an act, the play must be true, and the flaws should not be too big.

Only Bai Hei was still sitting in the corner of the carriage, gnawing heartlessly on a huge winter bamboo shoot, his small eyes would rather look at the half-basket of bamboo shoots left next to his buttocks that would never run May there be a response to the fierce fighting that is raging outside.

If you can take care of it, You Xingye will definitely scold the white-eyed wolf.

You Xingye sighed: "It seems that Brother Ye has been disappointed." He added: "But there is no way, I still have important things to do, I have concerns, and my hands are three minutes too slow, so naturally I can't make up my mind to give it a go."

Ye Ximen said: "Among the sword masters I have ever seen, besides Yan Tiannan, you are the most suitable person to help me sharpen my sword heart. I hope I can fight with you without any worries. I will deal with you." It's important, I'll wait for a while, and when you're done, I'll go to Mount Hua to find you."

Ye Ximen left.

He left a promise on his own, and left without waiting for an agreement.

It may not be like the wind when it comes, but it must be like the wind when it goes.

Not only did not take away a cloud, but also left a mess.

You Xingye rolled his eyes, and he would hit and leave as soon as he said it. A confident person is really willful, and he slandered endlessly: [That is, if you are lucky enough to meet a good person like me, you will not be angry if you are harassed like this , if it were someone else, it would be difficult not to be hated].

Taking a few deep breaths, You Xingye closed his eyes, recalled the sword move that Ximen Ye carried during the fight, and deduced it silently. After a while, he quickly flicked Bi Luo, and then returned the sheath.

During Bi Luo's flick, she did not flick for no reason, but lightly scratched her left arm.

The sleeves were broken, and the skin under the clothes was also cut by a sword energy. The blood flowed out immediately, staining the clothes red. I felt that it was almost done. Even though the purple energy was flowing, I saw that there was a lot of blood, but the wound was small after all, and it stopped in the blink of an eye. Stopping the blood flow, he looked around again, gritted his teeth and slapped his chest, his facial features twisted, puffed up his lips and clenched his lips, a mouthful of blood filled his mouth, he quickly moved his hands away, lowered his head, and spat half a mouthful on his chest , spit out half a mouthful, and wiped off the remaining blood stains at the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

After thinking about it, he scratched the hair on his forehead vigorously, trying to make the neatly combed hair a little messy.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured: "Everyone says that the opportunity must not be missed, and I have achieved this level, so don't let me down."

With a sweep, he returned to the carriage.

Ming Yuetian said coldly: "Is your skin itchy?"

You Xingye stuffed Biluo into the carriage, and said aggrievedly: "Sister, how can you say that about me? Isn't it just to settle the matter earlier and relax earlier?"

Ming Yuetian sat at the entrance of the carriage, reached out and rubbed her wound, "Does it still hurt?"

You Xingye said: "A little bit."

Ming Yuetian: "Has the bleeding stopped?"

You Xingye said: "That's natural."

Ming Yuetian said: "Since you want to act, then act the whole thing."

After taking Biluo, she cut off a section of the white silk that was tied around her waist as a belt, and tied it up for her, and then lightly wiped the blade with her hand, the bright red blood flowed out, You Xingye stared, and subconsciously called out: "What are you doing? "

"Watch." Ming Yuetian dripped blood on the bandaged white silk, and soon a large blood flower oozes out, like blood oozing from a wound.

You Xingye said distressedly: "I think you are the one with itchy skin."

Was stared at coldly.

You Xingye ignored her, pulled her palm, injected Xuangong purple energy to help the wound heal, picked up the whip, and slapped the horse's buttocks, the wheels rolled up, the carriage sped, and continued on the road.

The carriage galloped, and at dusk, they arrived at Meishan and rested in the small town at the foot of the mountain.

At first, it was a kind of shallow deep sleep, but with their current skills, they can basically use meditation instead of sleep. Although they can't go on like this for many years, it won't affect them even for ten or eight days.

Late at night, the candles in the room were not lit, and it was pitch black.

In the darkness, the two sat opposite each other on the couch.

You Xingye worked silently, every five weeks, she would lose her energy at the end of the day, and it was difficult to start again continuously, so she exercised her strength over and over again, in the middle of the night, when she moved to the third week for the fifth time, she suddenly felt something different in her body.

[Calvin again, there is only one chapter today]

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