Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

The sword intent was not within the sensing range of Yan Xi Bingxuan, but it could be clearly sensed by him. Under normal circumstances, strong men and divine weapons would only have these two possibilities.

So, the question is, to go or not to go? Is this still a choice?

go with!

Ever since he left home, he has been looking for excitement.

Yanxi Bingxuan followed the will of the sword and landed on a river bank. After walking a few steps, he smelled a subtle fragrance.

It was different from the ink fragrance he knew, nor the medicinal fragrance he had come into contact with before, nor the fragrance of burning incense. It was indescribable and unforgettable after smelling it. After walking along the river bank for more than a hundred steps, a pavilion came into view.

Zheng——

When he saw the figure, the flaming sword at his waist suddenly trembled.

Putting his hand on the handle of the knife, Yan Xi Bingxuan did not stop, but the blurry figure never became clear. According to his eyesight, this should not have happened until he was only fifty steps away from the pavilion.

When the face clearly appears in sight, looking through the mask and observing it with spiritual thoughts are two experiences.

Inexplicable emotions surged up from the bottom of my heart and then slowly fell back.

Weird and strange, but it successfully aroused Yan Xi Bingxuan's interest.

So he quickened his pace and appeared outside the pavilion. In addition to the young man drinking tea, he also noticed the sheathed long knife placed on the table.

It was the source of the sword intent before.

"How are you doing, Brother Wuming?" The red-haired young man put down his tea cup.

"Ok?"

The cold and calm voice reached his ears, causing Yan Xi and Bing Xuan to pause as he prepared to draw his sword. What was going on with this expansion? Does a reclusive genius like Master still have friends outside?

"Don't tell me, you don't even know where you learned from."

Looking at him, the pair of unusually double eyes made the young man feel terrified.

"Everything is well, Master. He is usually not with his wife, or goes fishing by himself at the river with his fishing rod."

Since leaving home, Yan Xiu and Bingxuan have not been as steady as he is now. Before that, he had been in a state of letting himself go for a long time.

Once he puts on the mask, he knows no one in the world. Isn't that how you want to play?

Life without forcing himself to study was extremely comfortable, but when facing the person in front of him, he almost instinctively corrected his attitude, which was in sharp contrast to before.

"Yeah." The red-haired young man nodded slightly, turned to look at the long red sheathed sword on his waist, and said:

"A work from Tianxiapin. How are your sword skills?"

"Not bad." That was not what he originally wanted to express, but when the words came to his lips, they became these two words. It was a subconscious move.

Right now!

Lin Chongyang handed the filled teacup to him. Yan Xibingxuan saw this and took action at the same time. He used a soft force to relieve the force and steadily took the teacup in his hand.

"After drinking tea, do two moves." Lin Chongyang stood up.

Outside the pavilion, Yan Xiu Bingxuan raised his hand and took off his white jade mask, revealing his face as handsome as a woman.

He raised the glass and drank it all in one gulp, and an indescribable bitter taste filled his taste buds. It was a taste that was completely different from the smell of mud, and was more bitter than the decoction he drank when he was young.

Clap!

As a result, the teacup suffered an unexpected disaster and was crushed on the spot.

"..."

Okay, looking at the past 3,700 years, this is the first time that Lin Dajian Emperor has his tea cup crushed.

This move of Yan Xi Bing Xian can be described as an unprecedented feat.

You must know that no one, whether they are elders or juniors, or the network of people who can move him from a difficult place to a foreign place, has crushed his teacup, not to mention that this tea set is still a gift from a friend.

So, no matter what, a beating today is inevitable.

It's useless for anyone to intercede.

Before the scattered fragments hit the ground, they came together and spliced ​​together as if going back in time, flying back to the table in the pavilion. At this moment, Yan Xibingxuan's taste buds were finally liberated. "..."

It's just that there was no time left for him to savor the sweetness at the moment, and there was no mask to buffer him, so that inexplicable emotion surged up from the bottom of his heart again.

Surprising.

When the gaze shifts away, the clear memory becomes blurred, and the unspeakable dullness is relieved.

Yanxi Bingxuan put the mask back on his face.

Only when his vision was blocked by the mask did he let out a sigh of relief. Then the problem came. He had just crushed the other party's tea cup. Even if the hand he couldn't understand had repaired it, he still couldn't change the fact that he had crushed the tea cup in front of him. fact.

In the words of the mistress, it was disrespectful. However, before he could speak, Lin Chongyang had already made a move.

Clang——!

There was only a sonorous sound, and the spring frost and autumn dew came out of their sheaths again after many years.

Golden branches and leaves extend from the back of the sword to the white jade-like blade. The water mist seeping out from the blade condenses into dewdrops and is dotted on it. Although the coldness of the sword is hidden, there is another force that triggers changes in the celestial phenomena.

The bright golden leaves are flying in the sky, which means that the heaven and earth are calm, making the surrounding world change from summer to autumn.

"Come on, let me see how much you have learned from Brother Wuming."

The cold and calm voice came, causing Yan Xi Bingxuan to unconsciously activate his martial arts body. The fire attribute martial arts body could play a certain role at this time.

Immediately, the Yanxu sword was unsheathed, the sword chanted, and the people moved, and it was drawn out!

The first move is the Demon Sword Technique: Demon Sword Fang.

The swift figure and extremely fast knife brought out bright fire, splitting the ground and piercing the air as fast as lightning.

The light of the sword hit his face, Lin Chongyang did not dodge, and he picked up the blade seemingly casually.

Ding!

It is difficult for the flaming blade to advance further.

Bing Xuan changed his moves quickly as if by instinct, his cold and sharp blade pointed directly at the opponent's vital points.

"Too slow and flashy."

Before the words were spoken, Chunshuang Qiulu was used at a faster speed and in an even more incredible way. He followed the flaws in the move and used his sword to break them all.

Then, the handle of the knife came back and hit Yan Xiu Bingxuan in the chest.

Knock him out of the gazebo.

The pain from his chest made Bing Xian more rational, but the knife in his hand became more powerful. Lin Chongyang took a step forward and chased after him.

At this time, both of them were in mid-air.

The Flame Blade changed its moves, and the blade was directly swiped at the throat of the person opposite. The move stopped abruptly before it was halfway through.

Pong!

Chunshuang Qiulu's knife handle hit Yanxi Bingxuan's chest again, breaking his balance in mid-air.

The powerful force struck him, and his body was suddenly shot down, forcing him to move his body to land normally. The three-inch footprints that sank into the ground lasted for several feet before stopping.

The battlefield moved from the pavilion to outside the pavilion.

Lin Chongyang was also only a few feet away from Yanxi Bingxi.

"Come on, continue."

The fire light flashed, and the Demon Sword Techniques came out one after another. Yan Xi Bingxuan advanced to attack again, and the blade directly sliced ​​Lin Chongyang's right shoulder.

Ding!

The raised blade deflected the attack, and the cold blade extinguished the flames on the flaming sword. The golden leaves flew, and spring frost and autumn dew were handed out along Bing Xuan's hand holding the sword.

But in the blink of an eye, the blade was placed on Yan Xi Bingxuan's neck.

"..."

In the world sealing swords, the outcome was not determined so quickly. In the fight with Bayi Wangxie, the opponent also did not use this method. The styles between the two can be said to be completely different.