Starting with Xiao Li Feidao

Chapter 54 Who wins and who loses (three more)
In the room, the atmosphere is no longer heavy.

Lu Xiaofeng touched the place where his beard used to grow, but now it was bald, as tender and smooth as a baby, which made him feel uncomfortable.

He didn't know where to take out a mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, he looked a little young, and a little strange, almost unrecognizable.

Now if he said that he was Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows, no one would believe him.

He is no longer Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows, he only has two eyebrows.

He felt that the eyes in the room were looking at him, which made him a little uncomfortable, probably because there was a smile in these eyes.

And the three pairs of eyes in the room were indeed staring at Lu Xiaofeng, even Hua Manlou was also "staring" at Lu Xiaofeng non-stop.

Just like what Xia Yunmo said, everyone is used to seeing Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows, but everyone seems to want to see what Lu Xiaofeng with two eyebrows looks like.

Lu Xiaofeng just felt like sitting on pins and needles, it was really uncomfortable being looked at by a few big men.

Although he likes to show off, although he likes to be seen by others.But the eyes of these guys looked at him as if they were looking at a monkey.

No matter who it is, they don't want to be looked at by others like a monkey.

So this guy flew out of the window directly, flying very fast, as if he was afraid that others would see him.

"It's getting late today, there are many guest rooms, you can find one to rest at will."

After Ximen Chuuxue finished speaking, he left. Before leaving, he looked at Xia Yunmo, his eyes were still cold and sharp.

Hua Manlou shook his head with a wry smile. He almost never complained that he was blind, but at this moment he hoped that he could see, at least tonight and tomorrow.

He wanted to see what it would be like for Lu Xiaofeng, whose skin was thicker than the city wall, to flee, and he also wanted to see the demeanor of these two peerless swordsmen.

After saying goodbye to Huamanlou, Xia Yunmo jumped up to the roof.

There are few stars in the sky, and a crescent-like crescent moon is hanging on the treetops.

The wind carries the fragrance of flowers, and the night is mysterious and beautiful.

There will be a battle tomorrow, a battle between two peerless swordsmen.

The four of them tacitly agreed. Although they didn't say anything, they all knew that tomorrow's battle was imperative.

Neither Xia Yunmo nor Ximen Chuuxue would let go of such an opportunity, nor would they want to.

For Ximen Chuuxue, fighting and killing are sacred things. He may be taking a bath or meditating at this moment.

For Xia Yunmo, this duel was no small matter.

At this stage, Ximen Chuuxue may not be the strongest swordsman, perhaps not as good as Wudang elder Mu Taoist and Baiyun City lord Ye Gucheng.

But no one is sure that they can defeat the sword god Ximen Fuxue.

In this world, there are very few people who have reached the peak of lightness kung fu, internal kung fu, and swordsmanship, and Ximen Chuuxue is one of them.

But now Ximen Chuuxue has no emotional concerns, and his swordsmanship is more pure.

Xia Yunmo raised the emerald green flute in his hand and wiped it clean with fine silk. This flute is like a work of art, not a sharp weapon for killing people.

He put the flute near his lips, and the winding and moving sound of the flute resounded throughout the villa.

In the sound of the flute, there seemed to be an endless chilling air, which made the birds fly away and the insects remained silent.

In the moonlight, Xia Yunmo, who was dressed in black, seemed to blend in with the moonlight.Looking from a distance, it is already hard to tell where there are people and where is the night.

In the early morning, Wanmei Villa was shrouded in a layer of mist, and the morning sun was just rising, but the light of morning light was still very faint.

Outside Wanmei Villa, there were already four people standing.

As if they just appeared, and as if they have been standing for a long time.

The mist has soaked their clothes, and their faces are very grim.

Hua Manlou sighed: "In this world, one person like them is enough."

Lu Xiaofeng also shook his head and said: "But there are three such people, and God made them meet together."

Hua Manlou said: "People who learn swords, why do they always take the edge of the sword like this, and show their sharpness like this."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Ximen Chuuxue regards killing and dueling as sacred things, he has dedicated his whole body to the sword, only when he uses the sword, he is truly alive, other times, he is waiting , wait for someone to let him draw his sword."

Hua Manlou said: "Xia Yunmo's sword is also extreme. The sword in the flute has no hilt, and every inch is short and every inch is dangerous. If they can't hurt others, they can only hurt themselves. They seem to have no way out."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I hope they can all survive, if one of them is lost, this world will lose a bit of color."

Hua Manlou sighed, "I wish!"

Two peerless magic weapons, two sharp swords, colliding together, can it really end peacefully?

Maybe it can, but the chances are really small.

Suddenly, there was a dragon chant, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the mist dissipated.Peach Blossom seemed unable to stand the sword intent, and fell rustlingly.

Ximen Chuuxue had already drawn his sword.

There was another flute sound, but it was Xia Yun's sword spinning in the ink flute, and the wind flowed along the flute hole, making a pleasant sound.

The sound of the flute is resentful, and I don't know how many peach blossoms will fall.

Ximen Chuixue stood holding a sword, dressed in white as snow, like an ancient sculpture, but exuding a sharp sword aura.

He learned swordsmanship at the age of seven, and has achieved success in seven years. He has never met an opponent so far. He must not fail, but he is eager to fail.

The edge of the pale sword, the pale hand, the pale face.

He looked at Xia Yunmo without even blinking his eyes.

There is no slack in the competition between masters.

Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in all battles.He observed very carefully, he could see every slight movement of Xia Yunmo clearly.

Xia Yunmo was also looking at Ximen Chuuxue and the sword in his hand.

Xia Yunmo was dressed in black, as dark as the night, but his eyes were darker than the night.

The emerald green flute has a palpitating sharpness on the top.

He has only been learning martial arts for half a year. At the beginning, he was still very embarrassed. He was also homeless like a wild dog, struggling in the mud.

But now, he is already the top master in Jianghu.

No matter in that "martial arts world", as long as he is given a certain amount of time, he can compete with anyone.

The brilliance between the sky and the earth dimmed suddenly, and the two swords had already pierced out.

Two palpitating sword lights, two strong sword auras, and two peerless swordsmen.

It doesn't seem to be fast to thrust out the sword, nor does it seem to be slow.

The swords of each other seem to be far away from each other's throat, yet they seem very close.

Their swords had undergone countless changes before they were even touched.Whenever the opponent's sword changes, your own sword will also change accordingly.

The sword walks with the heart, and the sword is one.

At this time, there are not many people in the world who can reach the extremely high state of using a sword.

From Lu Xiaofeng's point of view, the two of them had already disappeared, and there were only these two incomparable sword lights in the world.

These two sword lights are equally dazzling, equally bright.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light disappeared, and Xia Yunmo and Ximen Chuuxue had separated.

With their backs facing each other, each stood where the other had been before.

It seemed that Xia Yunmo became Ximen Chuuxue, and Ximen Chuuxue became Xia Yunmo.

"Gudong."

At this moment, Lu Xiaofeng swallowed his saliva, and his eyes widened.

Who's winning?
Who lost again?

The sword god in white, the swordsman in black.

Which one wins and which loses?

(End of this chapter)