Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　Zhu Hao looked at the surrounding flowers and smiled lightly: "A place like this, being too reckless will be very unpleasant!"

　　There were no flowers in the yard, only petals all over the ground.

　　The air was filled with a faint, light fragrance, and it was unclear whether it was the remnants of the petals or the aura that Ximen Chuixue had on him.

　　The blade is long and narrow, and its shape is ancient. This is not a very good-looking sword.

　　If it is installed (cgdg) in that dark scabbard, it must be even more inconspicuous.

　　Ximen Chuixue's sword was never meant to be seen!

　　He sat by the pool, his clothes white and soft.

　　The long black hair draped over her shoulders framed her back as lonely, proud, and elegant.

　　It looks like a fairy who doesn't care about the world.

　　Because there was no emotion in his eyes - not even coldness.

　　He wiped the blade quietly, like wiping his own hand.

　　Every inch will not be missed.

　　He does this many times a day.

　　Today, this time, the time is extraordinarily long!

　　Yaoyue and Lianxing couldn't bear the boredom, so they went to other places to enjoy the flowers.

　　Zhu Hao was very patient and sat there quietly and waited.

　　Huang Xuemei and A Fei stood behind him, and they were also used to being indifferent.

　　"You're not like a swordsman!" Ximen Chuixue stopped and looked at Zhu Hao, word for word.

　　He is serious in everything he does, including speaking.

　　"Why?" Zhu Hao smiled lightly.

　　"There are a lot of things in your eyes, the sword... only takes up a small part." He frowned slightly, as if expressing his doubts.

　　He was really puzzled.

　　During the long time he had just brushed his sword, he had been thinking about this issue.

　　But obviously, he didn't get the answer.

　　In his opinion, the sword should be the only one.

　　Only the only sword is fast enough, sharp enough, and invincible!

　　Just like his.

　　Zhu Hao said: "What you see may not be real."

　　Ximen Chuixue was silent.

　　He has always been very confident, he believes in his own sword, and naturally he also believes in his own eyes.

　　A good swordsman must have a pair of eyes that can see through all the fog in the world.

　　But now, in the face of that young man, his inner confidence began to shake.

　　Zhu Hao stood up and glanced at the night sky.

　　With a bit of laziness, he said, "You should know the purpose of my visit!"

　　Ximen Chuixue also stood up and said, "Win me!"

　　Simple and rude, not difficult to understand.

　　Zhu Hao likes to deal with such people, which can save a lot of effort.

　　He held it with one hand, and the Tianwen Sword slowly emerged.

　　To treat such a swordsman, Zhu Hao felt that he should be given enough respect.

　　Ximen Chuixue's slender eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze fell on Tianwen Sword.

　　It is not difficult to see that this is a good sword.

　　But Ximen Chuixue didn't have too many thoughts on this.

　　He always knew that whether a sword is strong or not depends on the swordsman himself!

　　He was a little surprised that at the moment when Tian Wenjian appeared, Zhu Hao no longer existed in his perception!

　　Close your eyes, there are only two things in the whole world.

　　Sword, Sword Qi!

　　The sword energy surged into the night, and he was clearly there, not even moving!

　　clank!

　　The black sheath sword in his hand began to tremble.

　　Excited, nervous...

　　Because chess meets opponents?

　　Ximen Chuixue didn't know, but he knew that the moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived after the battle at the top of the Forbidden City.

　　The wind rises for no reason.

　　The petals all over the ground "float" from the ground to the sky contrary to common sense.

　　It floated higher and higher, but I didn't know when it was broken, and the cracks were so neat and horrifying.

　　Debris flew all over the sky, but no one looked at them.

　　Ah Fei had already changed from holding a sword to holding a sword, and a scorching light began to burn in his indifferent eyes.

　　Has his sword started to get excited too?

　　Huang Xuemei didn't practice swords, so she couldn't sense any subtle changes.

　　But the smile on her face was steady.

　　It seems that the ending has already been decided.

　　No matter how bizarre the process is, as long as the final result is doomed, then everything is meaningless.

　　In a trance, two shadows rose into the sky.

　　I couldn't tell if it was a sword shadow or a human shadow.

　　Only know that the next moment, the night is no longer quiet.

　　Swish!

　　Under the night sky, a ray of light suddenly appeared.

　　It was so fast that it disappeared before anyone could react.

　　But before anyone could regret it, the next light came on again.

　　That light is fierce, decisive, and radiant!

　　That is sword light and sword intent!

　　Suddenly, the sword light appeared again, brighter and faster than before, and crossed the sky farther.

　　Immediately afterwards, a point seemed to appear in the void.

　　It collapsed to the extreme and exploded with a bang.

　　Thousands of sword lights spread across the sky in the blink of an eye.

　　They are dazzling, dazzling, and dazzling, even surpassing meteors, sun and moon, and everything in the world!

　　The night sky seems to have really become a chessboard! .

Chapter 75

　　The stars all over the sky lost their color and were covered by this sword light.

　　The snow-white sword qi didn't know where it came from, nor did it go anywhere.

　　Under the night, Pinghu ripples.

　　It is the season of falling flowers, and the lake is full of scattered petals.

　　A touch of fragrance wafts everywhere with the wind.

　　There are still petals falling in the air, and it seems that there is no end to it.

　　It was such a peaceful scene.

　　Even the most grumpy person can't get angry when they see this.

　　But all of a sudden, just for a moment~!

　　All the petals shattered without warning.

　　Four parts, five cracks, and then turned into powder.

　　There was no wind at the moment, but there were more rapid ripples on the lake.

　　A pair of boots stepped on the water surface, not sinking, and undulating with the waves.

　　Ximen Chuixue was as expressionless as ever.

　　The clothes are snow-white and soft, no matter how dirty the world is, they can't be stained.

　　But his heart warmed up!

　　Even with his eyes, they are full of unprecedented brilliance.

　　It felt unfamiliar and familiar to him.

　　I have only experienced this twice in my life, the last time was when I duel with Ye Gucheng.

　　It was his toughest fight, very happy, but regrettable.