Starting with Xiao Li Feidao

Chapter 55
The wind was strong, blowing the corners of their clothes.

The fog seemed to thicken too, Lu Xiaofeng could only see the figures of the two with his eyes wide open.

The two of them remained motionless, as if they had been tapped on acupuncture points.

They looked at each other without missing a beat.

One black and one white, two opposite extremes.

Lu Xiaofeng seemed to have an illusion, time went back, except for the different positions of the two, there was no other difference.

No, the peach blossoms are still falling all over the ground, and the rhododendrons seem to have withered a lot.

"Who wins?" Who loses?

Hua Manlou couldn't help asking.

Originally, he only needed hearing and smell, and he was a first-class master in the martial arts world. Few people in the world could surpass him in grasping the timing.

But in the blow of the confluence of wind and cloud before, his ears seemed to be covered, his nose was blocked, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't feel anything.

The only feeling, perhaps, was that the blow was earth-shattering, and the sun and the moon turned pale.

"I do not know."

At this time Lu Xiaofeng's answer, he can only answer in this way.

The two standing still remained motionless.

But at this moment, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly noticed that Ximen Chuuxue's hand was shaking, and the hand holding the sword was shaking.

Then it was not only shaking, but also bleeding, and there seemed to be a gap in the tiger's mouth.

His body also swayed, as if he was about to fall down at any moment, only his eyes were still staring at Xia Yunmo.

There was a different kind of emotion in those indifferent eyes.

A kind of unspeakable fear, a kind of unspeakable pain, faintly, there seems to be a trace of carefree and relief.

In the end, Ximen Chuuxue fell to the ground.

In this duel, he could no longer blow his opponent's blood, not even his own.

Victory and defeat, divided.

The corners of Xia Yunmo's mouth turned up, revealing a faint, relieved smile.

Then, he too fell to the ground.

His hand was still holding the sword in the flute, tightly.

This duel, he won.

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Ximen Chuuxue hadn't had a dream for a long time, but today he had a rare dream.

This dream was strange, but it seemed to recall the first half of his life.

He dreamed of holding a sword for the first time, and he felt a strange power and warmth from this cold weapon.

From then on, he knew that he was born for the sword and will serve the sword all his life.

He dreamed of killing someone for the first time, when he stabbed the sword into the opponent's throat, the man clutched his throat, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that he died under the sword of a child like this.

He dreamed of many people again, and these people all died by his sword.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword is really fast.

Most of them are human, and he can pierce the opponent's throat with only one sword strike.

When the sword was pulled out, there was still blood on the sword, and with a slight blow, blood dripped from the tip of the sword one after another.

In this world, there will always be unfaithful people who can't be killed. When a sword is stabbed into their throat, and the blood blooms from the sword, the brilliance of that moment, such beauty, nothing can compare Up.

Killing is a sacred thing. Before killing each time, he would bathe in incense and fast for three days.

Then, Ximen Chuuxue dreamed of Xia Yunmo's sword again.

In the dream, he seemed to be in a vast white land.Xia Yunmo came with a sword, extremely bright, he actually stood there in a daze, motionless, allowing Xia Yunmo's sword in the flute to pass through his chest.

He saw a bunch of blood flowers again, still so beautiful, still so bright, but it seemed to have a more desolate feeling.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and woke up.

He immediately clenched the sword in his hand, even though he was unconscious, he still held the sword and never let go.

As long as you hold the sword, your heart will no longer be empty.

It seemed night now, candles were still burning on the table, and it was pitch black outside the window.

"You guy, finally woke up, you slept for three whole days."

Then, Ximen Chuuxue saw Lu Xiaofeng, Lu Xiaofeng with two eyebrows.

A warm color flashed in Ximen Chuuxue's eyes. No matter who it was, when he was hurt, he would always feel warm when he had a friend by his side.

This warm color flashed by, and Ximen Chuuxue asked, "What about him?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't say his name, but Lu Xiaofeng knew that he was asking about Xia Yunmo's whereabouts.

"He was also injured, but the injury was much lighter than yours. He left a day ago."

"By the way, he also left you a note." Lu Xiaofeng took out a ball of paper from his bosom and handed it to Ximen Chuuxue.

"This guy left quietly, leaving a note for all three of us."

"The note to Huamanlou said "be careful of women", and the note to me said "be careful of friends". I don't know what they are doing."

"He who overcomes others is powerful, and he who overcomes himself is strong."

The note was spread out, and there was such a sentence in the paper ball.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes flickered, he suddenly held the sword in his left hand, and stabbed viciously at the palm of his right hand.

Lu Xiaofeng turned pale with shock, but he was holding a medicine bowl in his hand, and Ximen Chuuxue's left hand sword was also not slow, even if his two fingers were unparalleled in the world, it was already too late.

Suddenly, the sword penetrated Ximen Chuuxue's palm, and the blood dripped on the bed like plum blossoms.

At this moment, Ximen Chuixue's pale face turned a strange blush.

"Since debut, I have never lost a single game. The sword has never washed the opponent's blood, so I will wash it with my own blood."

Ximen Chuuxue was still expressionless. He once thought that if he failed, he had no choice but to die.

A swordsman can fail, but he cannot fail.

Just like his white clothes, if they were stained with a little blood, he would change them out.

If he was killed by Xia Yunmo, he would not complain at all. It is a swordsman's honor to die by the sword with his body.

But he didn't die, but he saw the note left by Xia Yunmo.

He knew that he must not die.

"Why are you doing this?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, for a swordsman, hands are extremely important, especially for peerless swordsmen like them.

Even a slight error will cause their swords to deviate.

Even Lu Xiaofeng can't compare Ximen Chuuxue's love for his own hands.

Now, Ximen Chuuxue is clearly pushing himself to a corner.

If his swordsmanship can't go further, if he can't use more advanced swordsmanship to cover up the flaws on his hands, then he can only regress.

As for the current Ximen Chuuxue, he has already lost once, if he took another step back, Lu Xiaofeng didn't know what a person as proud as Ximen Chuuxue would do.

"Leave tomorrow, I will set off with you." Ximen Chuuxue said again.

Lu Xiaofeng nodded helplessly, although Ximen Chuuxue is injured now, but he is still the top swordsman in the world.

Moreover, Lu Xiaofeng could tell that Ximen Chuuxue's heart was not peaceful, he needed to fight and kill to calm himself down.

"Xia Yunmo, that bastard, ran away by himself and left me a mess. Don't let me meet him again, or I'll feed earthworms into his mouth."

Where is that bastard Xia Yunmo?What are you doing again?
He was in a dark street, about to eat two candied chestnuts.

(End of this chapter)