Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　Even though the initiator has stopped, it still cannot be calmed down.

　　Just like the people in the middle of the lake.

　　Ximen Chuixue's clothes were still clean and tidy, and the tiny petals in twos and threes didn't give him the slightest sense of embarrassment.

　　On the contrary, it has a more melancholy temperament.

　　It's just that this kind of temperament is not suitable for Ximen Chuixue, and he always feels decisive and indifferent.

　　So he doesn't look like him at the moment.

　　Especially the pale face that was as pale as paper - he had never been like this after the battle with Ye Gucheng.

　　There was no blood on his body.

　　Zhu Hao's shot strength was well controlled.

　　But because of this, Ximen Chuixue's eyes became even more gloomy.

　　This proud man was defeated in a way that was almost merciful.

　　Failure to use all his strength was humiliating in his eyes.

　　The more famous the person is, and the person who has achieved extraordinary achievements in some aspects, actually has a kind of burden in his heart.

　　This burden may be prestige, fame and fortune, or when others look at you with admiration.

　　So the more successful people are, the more afraid of failure.

　　If you have to fail, try to fail as brightly as possible.

　　Always look different from everyone else.

　　Even if they also fall into the abyss, they must make a loud enough howl in the process of falling.

　　Otherwise, it will make them feel that their success is worthless.

　　Ximen Chuixue didn't really care what others thought.

　　His biggest burden is himself.

　　Or rather his sword - he has always regarded the sword as his life.

　　But now, the sword is broken.

　　His heart also fell to the bottom of this icy river.

　　Ah Fei's eyes have always been very good, he suddenly said: "Look at Ximen Chuixue's boots."

　　Huang Xuemei looked closely and found that the boots were dipped into the water two knuckles deep.

　　Naturally, the distance was not large, but for a swordsman like Ximen Chuixue, it was the distance between life and death.

　　Ximen Chuixue's boots were always leaning against the surface of the water before he used his sword to come to the west.

　　This is his habit.

　　He is serious and critical in everything he does.

　　But now he is no longer focused.

　　The hand holding the sword is no longer steady, and even twitches from time to time, as if he wants to throw away the sword that has been with him for many years.

　　But it didn't do that.

　　After all, he only has a sword, what else can he do without a sword?

　　He is not even Ximen Chuixue!

　　I don't know since when, Jian became Ximen Chuixue's halo, and also became the cage that imprisoned him.

　　In that square inch, he is so dazzling.

　　But couldn't take a step further.

　　"I was wrong……"

　　Ximen Chuixue murmured softly, with doubts, puzzlement, and sighs in his tone.

　　Doubt yourself, doubt your sword.

　　His back used to be so straight at all times.

　　Now it seems that there is less upward momentum.

　　No matter how good a relationship is with Ximen Chuixue, he has never seen him like this.

　　"His sword heart has collapsed!" A Fei looked at Ximen Chuixue who was a little lost, and a sigh flashed in his eyes.

　　Some empathy!

　　He has also experienced the collapse of Kenshin in the past.

　　It's just that his sword heart was once buried tenderly.

　　But Ximen Chuixue was crushed directly by Zhu Hao with a more powerful swordsmanship.

　　Both ways, same pain.

　　If he can't get out, there will be no sword god Ximen Chuixue in the world from now on!

　　Zhu Hao was walking on the wet shore, and the petals under his feet were stained with a lot of soft soil, making a crunching sound as they were crushed.

　　Today, he is wearing a blue robe, and the starlight falls on his body with white jade-colored brilliance.

　　His calm and calm face did not look like he had just experienced a war.

　　Rather, it is like a banished immortal who has fallen from the nine heavens and played the world.

　　Maybe the next time I look back, I will step on the starlight, ride the night, and return to the legendary fairy tower.

　　He looked at the center of the lake, Ximen Chuixue, who was sinking deeper and deeper, and said lightly: "His swordsmanship has reached a bottleneck, and he cannot break or stand. This is the only way for him. I just pushed him!"

　　Huang Xuemei looked at the young man's profile, and her beautiful eyes were full of brilliance.

　　For a while, he seemed to have forgotten what to say.

　　Zhu Hao felt strange, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

　　Huang Xuemei came back to her senses and said, "Why do I think you don't really want to kill him?"

　　Zhu Hao became more and more strange: "Why do you think I want to kill him?"

　　Huang Xuemei said as a matter of course: "Ximen Chuixuegui is the sword god, and many swordsmen in the rivers and lakes believe in him... If you kill him and replace him, then things will be smooth sailing in the future."

　　The sword is the gentleman in the soldier, and six or seven of the martial arts practitioners use the sword.

　　These words sounded reasonable at first, but Zhu Hao laughed.

　　"Did I say something wrong?" Huang Xuemei was puzzled.

　　"Can you kill them all?" Zhu Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.

　　"what?"

　　Zhu Hao said: "The imperial court has boundaries, but the rivers and lakes do not."

　　"There will always be a number of people in the court, officials are divided into nine ranks, and their duties are clear."

　　"But the rivers and lakes are different. New children are born every day in my Daming territory, and the waves on the rivers and lakes have never stopped."

　　"Killing can't be finished, and the court never thought of killing the rivers and lakes without a single blade of grass."

　　"If that day comes, Daming will naturally be over."

　　Huang Xuemei said again: "Although we can't kill them all, we can always kill chickens and monkeys as an example. After all, there are many people in this world who are afraid of death. If you kill them, they will naturally dare not fight against the imperial court."

　　Zhu Hao chuckled and said, "Killing is always the last resort."

　　"When I first entered the rivers and lakes, I killed people at every turn, because that was the only way to let the rivers and lakes hear the voice of the court as quickly as possible."

　　"But now, the whole world knows that I have the ability to destroy their entire family, so why should I keep killing them?"

　　"I will conquer all of this rivers and lakes sooner or later."

　　"But I don't want to end up with a lifeless and lifeless Jianghu."

　　"Fish can't be raised in stagnant water, and there won't be any koi that dare to leap over the Dragon Gate!"

　　Huang Xuemei said, "Is this bad?"

　　Zhu Hao looked at her and said seriously: "You must know that everyone I kill now is a citizen of Daming."

　　"The world is very big, I always have to go out!"

　　"Compared to a dead country, what I want to see is a martial arts empire that advocates power and steams up."

　　"If Daming wants a hundred flowers to bloom, he needs people like Ximen Chuixue. The more the better!"

　　Huang Xuemei looked at Zhu Hao and said of course: "But they are not as good as you!"

　　Zhu Hao raised the corner of his mouth, patted her shoulder and said, "There will be no second me in this world!".

Chapter 77

　　Listening to Zhu Hao's plain words, Huang Xuemei and Ah Fei were slightly stunned.

　　They rarely heard such words from the mouth of the boy.

　　Because Zhu Hao always does more than he says.

　　But only for a moment.

　　They didn't even think it was Zhu Hao's confidence.

　　Rather, it's like stating a fact.

　　Even if there are thousands of arrogances in the world, there will never be another person like Zhu Hao.

　　The night was quiet, and even the sound of the wind blowing the leaves disappeared.

　　There are no ripples on the lake.

　　Calmly like a complete mirror.