The breeze roars the rivers and lakes

The cold wind howls in the mountains and forests, like the weeping of an old man who lost his son, or the weeping of a beautiful woman who misses her husband. Birds startle the mountains and forests, and fallen leaves dance with the wind!

On the empty mountain field, two lonely figures, two icy long swords, stood facing each other, speechless to each other!The warm sun shone on the sword edge, but it shone with a frightening cold light. The sword aura struck people, and the whole land was immediately chilled.

Ximen Piaoxue, dressed in white clothes swaying in the wind, smiled coldly and said: "It is said that the Huashan Sword Art is the leader of the Five Sacred Sword School, today I come to ask for some advice!"

Feng Jianping snorted coldly, with a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes like a bird of prey, he said: "Stop talking nonsense, let's make a move!"

Ximen Piaoxue slowly pulled out her own sword. This is a very beautiful sword. The simple and elegant scabbard is inlaid with nine bean-sized pearls. Under the sunlight, it glistens. On the top, there is a sword tassel with a snowflake pattern on it. This is not like a sword that can kill, but more like an exquisite work of art.

Feng Jianping snorted angrily, and a white crane spread its wings, and leaped to the front of Ximen Piaoxue on the tip of the grass.The long sword pierced through the cold wind and stabbed at his throat fiercely.

Ximen Piaoxue turned around, spread her arms, turned slightly sideways, and took dozens of steps back calmly.

Feng Jianping pursued closely, the cold tip of the sword never leaving Ximen Piaoxue's throat.

After retreating to a cliff, Ximen Piaoxue had no way to retreat, and then reversed the stepping stones, retreating like the top of a cliff.

Seeing this, Feng Jianping gave a cold shout, and turned his head up, the long sword in his hand soaring into the sky, heading towards Ximen Piaoxue.

After reaching the top of the cliff, Ximen Piaoxue turned over like a kite and landed on the ground where he was standing just now, even the position of the footprints was exactly the same.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Xing, who was watching the battle by the side, flashed a hint of incomprehension in his eyes, and muttered to himself: "It's strange, why Ximen Piaoxue just dodges and doesn't fight with him. Back to square one."

But Lin Yu was also taken aback in his heart, and said to himself: Ximen Piaoxue is not only outstanding in swordsmanship, but also very good at scheming. If what he expected is correct, Feng Jianping has already lost and won.

Zhou Xing glanced at Lin Yu, and asked softly: "Brother Lin Yu, what are these two people up to? If this continues, I'm afraid it will be dark."

Lin Yu smiled lightly and said, "Brother Zhou, don't be impatient. If my guess is correct, you can know who wins and who loses in half a stick of incense at most."

Zhou Xing was puzzled when he heard the words, and asked in amazement: "Brother Lin Yu, what do you say?"

Lin Yu smiled slightly and replied, "Brother Zhou, you will understand what I mean when you read on."

Hearing this, Zhou Xing nodded lightly, and said nothing more, his eyes fixed on Ximen Piaoxue and Feng Jianping who were fighting inextricably.

Feng Jianping suddenly jumped into the air, shouted loudly, and then swung the long sword out, light and shadow flashed, and thousands of sword qi immediately rushed towards Ximen Piaoxue like rain.

Lin Yu's expression was slightly astonished. He didn't expect Feng Jianping to practice this trick. It seems that the outcome of the two is really unpredictable now.

Seeing this, Zhou Xing was shocked, and asked in astonishment, "What kind of sword technique is this, why is it so weird?"

Lin Yu paused for a while, and replied: "This is one of the unique sword skills of the Huashan Sword School. It also has a nice name. It is called Wanqian Yuluo. It is said that it was realized by the real Xiyue on Mount Hua Cheng, it was a rainy day that day, so it was called Wanqian Yuluo. Once this move is launched, the sword energy is as dense as summer rain. No matter how good your body skills are, it is difficult to dodge it. The real Xiyue was With this move, he became famous in the Jianghu and created the foundation of the Huashan Sword Sect for hundreds of years."

Zhou Xing suddenly realized and nodded, and said: "The thousands of rains are so strange and fierce. If it were me, I would definitely die. I am afraid that only Brother Lin Yu, your Qingfeng Nine Swords, can compete with it."

Lin Yu's expression changed slightly, and he said, "No, there is at least one sword technique that can compete with it."

Zhou Xing was startled when he heard this, and asked, "What sword technique?"

Lin Yu gritted his teeth word by word and said: "Heaven, outside, fly, snow!"

Seeing the situation, Ximen Piaoxue didn't show the slightest panic. He held his breath and looked at the thousands of sword qi that were about to fall indifferently. There was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth. The air gathered on the icy sword edge, and suddenly, the temperature dropped sharply. It was a warm and sunny day just now, but now it makes people shiver.

The whole world also changed color, the empty mountains and fields blew a piercing cold wind, and in a moment, snowflakes fell, Ximen Piaoxue turned over, swung his sword, and shouted: "Snow is flying outside the sky!"

The rain falls and the flowers cry, the snow flies and the wind cries!

boom!

The two sword moves collided with each other, and the sparks and sword shadows produced by the friction gave off a dazzling cold light, which made people unable to open their eyes.

After a while, the dust and smoke had cleared away, the wind also stopped, and the earth returned to calm.

Ximen Piaoxue was still standing on the same spot, but the sword in her hand had been stabbed obliquely on the ground, her pale face still showed no expression, and a faint trace of blood leaked from the corner of her pale mouth.

Feng Jianping couldn't stand anymore, he knelt on the ground while holding his sword, although he tried his best not to spit out the blood that had already poured into his throat, but he still couldn't hold back, with a puff, the blood stained his face. The green grass turned red and rose with the wind, and a faint smell of blood suddenly filled the air.

After a long time, Ximen Piaoxue uttered three words coldly: "You lost!"

Feng Jianping's wound was bleeding at this time, but what really hurt him was that his heart was also bleeding. He wanted to be the number one swordsman in the world, but it was less than a month, and he had already lost. Twice, he was unwilling, unwilling to admit defeat like this, but this has become a fact, and it is something that no one can change. In a moment, he seemed to be ten years old, and he was as sharp as an eagle just now His eyes began to become dull, without the slightest aura, just like a dying old man, quietly waiting for the arrival of the god of death.

"Haha, what a wonderful duel!" A burst of charming laughter broke the purgatory-like silence.

Lin Yu frowned tightly when he heard the sound, and said to himself: it really is she who came.

After waiting for the owner of the charming voice to appear, Lin Yu's brows that had just been frowned, became even tighter, and his expression darkened immediately.Because what he saw was not a life-threatening enchantress alone, but behind her was a lore swordsman who made the whole world turn pale when he heard about it.

Suo Ming Yao Ji smiled charmingly, and said: "Young master Lin, we met again, why haven't we seen each other for a few days, and you made it like this?"

Lin Yu snorted coldly and said, "Why did I make it like this? I think you should know better than me in your heart!"

The demon girl who claimed her life smiled and said: "Mr. Lin, a slave like you will feel sorry for you, why don't you heal your wounds!"

When Zhou Xing saw the life-threatening demon girl coming towards them, he drew out his flying sword and stood in front of Lin Yu. He shouted angrily, "Who are you? With Zhou Xing here, don't touch my brother!"

Suo Ming Yao Ji smiled coldly, and said: "Master Zhou, he really is a good man who values ​​love and righteousness, but it's a pity that he lost an arm, otherwise the slave family might fall in love with you."

Zhou Xing was furious when he heard the words, and shouted: "Even with one hand, it is more than enough to kill you!" After speaking, he rushed over with his sword.

Seeing this, Lin Yu hurriedly shouted, "Brother Zhou, don't!"

As soon as Lin Yu's voice fell, Zhou Xing was sent flying several feet away by the backhand of the demon girl who demanded his life, and he was covering his wound on the ground, bleeding profusely.

Lin Yu then shouted loudly: "brother Zhou, are you okay!"

Suo Ming Yao Ji smiled and said: "Don't worry, I only used [-]% of my skill in that palm, and he still can't die. How about it, Lin Shaoxia, would you like to come with us?"

Lin Yu just glanced at her coldly, didn't say anything, didn't agree or refuse.

The lore swordsman showed the knife in his hand that was more terrifying than the night, and shouted coldly: "If you don't leave, everyone present will die!"

Ximen Piaoxue snorted coldly when she heard the words, then stood up struggling and said: "It's up to you, if you want me to die, I'm afraid I'm not qualified yet!"

Suo Ming Yao Ji sneered, and said: "Young Master Ximen, he alone may not have the qualifications, so if you add me, I wonder if he has the qualifications?"

Ximen Piaoxue's face changed, he knew very well that if he was not injured, the possibility of winning against the two of them was very small, not to mention that now that his vitality was seriously injured, even [-]% of his skill might not be able to use it.

The wind blew over gently mixed with the smell of blood in the air. Lin Yu grabbed the Qingfeng sword, struggled to stand up, and said coldly, "I'll go with you!"

As soon as Lin Yu's voice fell, Zhou Xing shouted loudly: "Brother Lin Yu, don't!"

Before Zhou Xing's words fell, the lore swordsman kicked a stone fiercely, smashing it hard on his lower abdomen, and there was a scream, and the blood flowed for a while.

Lin Yu snorted coldly and said, "if you dare to do anything again, believe it or not, you will never get what you want."

The lore swordsman shouted coldly: "Are you threatening me?"

On Lin Yu's cold expression, there was no panic at all, and he said: "Whether you are threatening you, you should be very clear in your heart."

The lore swordsman just wanted to get angry, but he was stopped by the demon girl who demanded his life, "Second brother, the secret is a big deal, let's bear with it for a while, and there will be opportunities to deal with them in the future."

The lore swordsman snorted coldly, waved his hand to give up, his eyes were full of fierce murderous intent, and said viciously: "Lin Yu, don't toast or eat fine wine, don't think that we can't do anything to you if you get the secret book .”

Lin Yu smiled coldly, with a hint of disdain floating in Rushui's eyes, and said, "Oh, let's wait and see, and I want to see how you guys plan to deal with me?"

Suo Ming Yao Ji glanced at the sky from the corner of her eyes, and said with a smile: "Young master Lin, what we plan to do to you, you will know in a while, why worry! It's getting dark now, it's time for us to leave right?"