I, Ding Xiu, am the number one killer of Gu Long Martial Arts!

Chapter 282 Maple Forest Sword Jue!

There was a roar of horses, a burst of horse hooves flying, and on the road at the end of the line of sight, four extraordinary white horses, dragging a luxurious carriage, came roaring and galloping. As the carriage approached, a monstrous sword intent appeared, Accompanied by a peerless figure that flew out, it surged from the carriage like a mountain.

"boom!"

Stepping lightly with the toes, the surrounding area vibrated, causing smoke and dust to fill the sky. The vast energy vibrated, like a hurricane roaring, sweeping out along the ground. There were three people present, Mo Chan Da Shi, the man in Xue Yi, the boy with the sword, Judu Being hit by this powerful hurricane, the stalemate atmosphere collapsed on the spot.

"Is it you? Ding Xiu!"

Xue Yiren didn't know the sword boy under his command, but Mo Chan Dashi recognized the person at a glance. The person who came was none other than Ding Xiu, who almost killed him back then.

"Are you Ding Xiu?"

Xue Yiren had obviously known about Ding Xiu's existence for a long time. After discovering Ding Xiu's identity in Mochan Dashu Dao, he immediately asked in a deep voice with some vigilance: "What are you doing here?"

Although he has learned from the letter sent by Li Guanyu that Ding Xiu's sword skills have reached the peak, and he even went to Shenshui Palace to challenge the jellyfish Yin Ji, but as the best swordsman in the world, Xue Yiren has no confidence in his martial arts. Therefore, Xue Yiren is not afraid of Ding Xiu, but at this time, there is only one opponent in his eyes, and that is the sword monk Mo Chan. But now, with the arrival of Ding Xiu, the situation suddenly became Be subtle.

But what he didn't expect was that before Ding Xiu could answer, Mochan Dashu on the opposite side had already said, "Jushi Ding, what happened today is a personal grudge between me and Xue Yiren. I hope you won't interfere."

"rest assured."

Without any hesitation, Ding Xiu immediately gave an affirmative answer: "I came here following my own sword. I have no intention of intervening in the sword fight between you two. I'm just here. I guess you two don't mind me watching the battle?"

"Of course I don't mind."

Mochan Dashi gave an affirmative answer without hesitation, and in a blink of an eye, he focused all his eyes on Xue Yiren. Facing Mochan's sword intent, Xue Yiren had to concentrate and deal with the powerful enemy. .

"Xue Yiren, today's battle, regardless of victory or defeat, the grudge between you and me will be settled."

With a hint of coldness in his eyes, Mo Chan opened his arms and activated his inner strength. From the white cloth wrapped behind his back, an azure long sword suddenly jumped out. The sword's roar echoed around the world, and the sword flew in the air, impartially, and landed just in time. In the palm of his hand.

"Chipfly Sword, please teach me!"

The peerless magic weapon that once defeated him will now help him defeat the enemy. There is no more wonderful fate in the world than this. The moment Mo Chan holds the sword in his hand, his whole aura suddenly undergoes an earth-shaking change.

"bring it on!"

Seeing this, Xue Yiren knew that the opponent in front of him was extraordinary and did not dare to underestimate him at all. He shouted softly, and the Crow Nine Sword in the sword boy's hand immediately took it out of its sheath and flew into his palm.

"Zheng"

Accompanied by a high-pitched sword cry, the silver-bright sword edge, and the sharp sword intent radiated, Xue Yiren's martial aura was also lifted to an unprecedented peak at the same time.

Thousands of years after Ou Yezi's death, the elves secretly taught Zhang Yajiu.

Crow Jiu forges the sword in Mount Wu, and the gods of heaven and sun borrow their power.

This is a poem written by Bai Letian, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty. The opening four sentences are about a swordsmith named "Zhang Yajiu". The sword he forged was so miraculous that he was respectfully called the Crow Jiu Sword. !

It was originally a famous ancient sword passed down from generation to generation, but now in the hands of the best swordsman in the world, it is undoubtedly an unparalleled magical weapon in the world.

Seeing this, Mo Chan frowned subconsciously, his eyes stopped on the Crow Nine Sword in Xue Yiren's hand, and he sighed softly: "If my sworn brother is still alive, I will see this sword in your Xue Yiren's hand." , how sad it must be.”

"Monk, you talk too much." The words that tortured the soul reached his ears, and Xue Yiren couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart. But soon, he calmed down his restless mind and responded calmly: "Come on, let me see if the cricket that can make you abandon Bodhidharma's sword can settle our grudges."

"kill!"

The moment Binhong fell to the ground, Xue Yiren and Mo Chan launched an offensive against their opponents at the same time. Among the red maple leaves flying in the sky, one blue, one silver, two sword lights, accompanied by two intertwined figures , the most intense confrontation broke out.

The crickets, the crickets, the faint chant of swords, as soft as spring silkworm silk, as strong as the toughness of a hundred tempers, in the endless combination of hardness and softness, playing a series of lamentations of life, and a series of lamentations of death.

Looking at Xue Yiren again, the Xue family's swordsmanship is the best in the world, his ambition is broad, his sharp edge rises and closes, and the frightening silver light is like a passing meteor, majestic and intertwined, which is the epitome of "the rivers and lakes are the sword, and the sword is the rivers and lakes".

"No. 1 in the world, really extraordinary!"

During the fierce battle, the words of praise from the swordsman Mo Chan were heard. Apparently, the swordsmanship of Xue Yiren, the best swordsman in the world, had awakened the fighting spirit hidden in his body and filled the world.

"Although I am trapped in hatred and come here for revenge, I am brave and spirited. Monk, you are also good. Come again!"

The Crow Nine Sword in Xue Yiren's palm was flying in the air, and the sharp edge drew sharp lines. Mo Chan responded with his sword, and the sharp sword energy flew through the air, and the blurred sword light reflected the red leaves flying all over the sky, just like Wu Dai in the wind. , comfortable and relaxed, just like Cao Yi coming out of the water, thin, strong and meticulous, with different styles, interweaving into a beautiful and picturesque swordsman's duel.

Hatred, hatred, hatred, there is so much hatred in the world.

Sword, sword, person, person, the life under the sword leaves no trace.

One came for revenge, and the other vowed to settle the grudges. They have different identities and different positions. They are enemies of life and death. No need for any more words, let alone any temptation. Once he strikes, he uses all his strength to kill, and then swings his sword. The maple leaves flying all over the sky weave into the most brilliant cycle of life and death.

"Hmm~~~~"

"These two people, whether Mo Chan or Xue Yiren, are the top swordsmen in the world. They are swordsmen who have given up life and death. If they face the number one swordsman in the world, no matter who wins or loses, it is natural. Even if Don’t lose in vain!”

On the sidelines of the battle, Ding Xiu expressed admiration in his mouth and on his face. Regardless of the depth of their internal strength, in terms of swordsmanship alone, the two men fighting in front of him were both considered to be the best in the world!

On the other side, the boy holding the sword was also watching the battle attentively. However, as Mo Chan and Xue Yiren continued to increase their skills in the fierce battle, the sword energy spread across the wasteland, and the energy was like a huge wave rolling around, sweeping around, stirring back and forth, forcing He had to keep going backwards over and over again.

In an instant, there was a fierce exchange of dozens or hundreds of moves. One of the two people fighting was a swordsman rarely seen in Shaolin Temple for a hundred years, and the other was the best swordsman in the world today. The grudges of the past were all committed to the sword in his hand, and he vowed to end everything with this sword.

"I, the Buddha, conquer the devil!"

At first I heard a long shout, Mo Chan's sword rose like a cricket, its sharp edge turned sharply, golden light shot out, the remaining leaves danced in the maple, and the frost spread all over the ground, as if to pave the way for the coming final battle, who would be stained with life-threatening blood. !

Faced with Shaolin's unparalleled swordsmanship of Bodhidharma, and the killing move, Xue Yiren was wary, but he did not have the slightest fear, because in this world, because he is the best swordsman in the world, he is the best swordsman in the world. He didn't need to be afraid of any opponent. He raised his hand and flicked the Crow Nine Sword with a flick of his finger. Along with the clanging sound, the light in his eyes suddenly became fixed, and then, the ultimate move came out:

"Thousands of roars against the wind!"

Meeting an opponent with a sword is the fastest thing in life, but there is a blood feud. The moment the sword is drawn, it is destined that the fate will not be controlled by the opponent. I can only hear the sad sword chant, and in the rapid exchange of words, there is a sad sound, and there is a sound in the sound. Hatred, there is hatred in the voice, and there is even a trace of resentment and jealousy that cannot be confided to others.

"what!"

When Mo Chan saw this, as the sword light was swaying, he couldn't help but let out a scream that sounded like crazy: "In the past, my sworn brother's sword is now pointing at me. This situation is so sad. !”

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