Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　The rising sun slanted down and finally passed through the haze.

　　The entire mountain range suddenly came to life.

　　The chirping of insects, the chirping of birds, the chirping of apes, one after another.

　　The tall and majestic Xuan Zhen Guan looked particularly solemn.

　　Perhaps because of the continuous autumn rain the previous two days, the ground paved with bluestone was particularly damp.

　　The tall trees on both sides dropped many broken branches and dead leaves, and a young disciple was carefully cleaning in front of the door.

　　Suddenly the wind was rushing, and a white robe came from outside the mountain.

　　His boots tread lightly on the bluestone floor without making any sound.

　　But everyone noticed him!

　　His robes were so white that they dazzled brighter than the snow in the winter sun.

　　A long hair danced gently with the breeze, draped over his shoulders, and his beautiful eyes opened and closed slightly, showing a rare demeanor in the world.

　　These young disciples were stunned for a while before they remembered what they should do.

　　With no weapons by his side, he held various tools in his hands and surrounded Ximen Chuixue.

　　The disciples who were guarding in the distance also discovered the abnormality here.

　　They drew their swords one after another, and the voices of "Cang Cang Cang Clang" sounded.

　　He shouted: "Who are you? How dare you trespass into Xuan Zhen Guan?"

　　Ximen Chuixue ignored them, he never saw the weak in his eyes.

　　His eyes kept staring at the closed door of Xuan Zhenguan, and he stepped forward step by step.

　　pat, pat!

　　The footsteps were very light, even if the wooden branch was broken, it didn't feel abrupt.

　　But it was like stepping on the hearts of those around him.

　　The cold sweat on their faces became more and more dense, and their tongues became dry.

　　It was clear that they surrounded Ximen Chuixue.

　　But it clearly gave the illusion that Ximen Chuixue surrounded them all alone.

　　Ximen Chuixue advanced step by step, and they retreated step by step.

　　Until the stairs of Xuan Zhenguan, someone tripped over the steps, and the tense atmosphere finally couldn't hold anymore.

　　Someone with red eyes, raised the blade in his hand and slashed at Ximen Chuixue.

　　They can't wait to end it all.

　　What happened just now was clearly short-lived, but it seemed to have experienced a lifetime of torment and pain.

　　They are going crazy!

　　"Retreat!" A thick voice came from the locked temple door.

　　The door of Xuan Zhenguan slowly opened, and an old man in a Taoist robe walked out.

　　His face was long and narrow, and his eyes darkened.

　　The moustache under the nose trembled slightly.

　　It doesn't look like a good person to get along with!

　　The disciples of the Emei Sect were clearly afraid of him. The moment they heard this, they all retreated neatly, no matter what their actions were in the last moment.

　　Ximen Chuixue's eyes fell on Dugu Yihe.

　　Dugu Yihe also kept looking at him.

　　Suddenly, his brows frowned slightly: "You are a little different from the last time we saw you!"

　　Ximen Chuixue did not answer this question.

　　He subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, but suddenly remembered the purpose of coming this time, and paused.

　　He asked, "Emei faction, do you submit to the imperial court?"

　　Dugu Yihe was a little stunned.

　　Obviously, he did not recover from Ximen Chuixue's words.

　　Even after a while, he began to wonder if there was something wrong with his ears.

　　Hesitantly asked, "You... have surrendered to the imperial court?"

　　He didn't know Ximen Chuixue very well.

　　I've only seen him once, but I can see what kind of person he is.

　　A swordsman who is arrogant to the core!

　　A swordsman who regards killing as sacred, solemn, and dedicated to everything!

　　Would someone like him be willing to do things for the court?

　　Dugu Yihe's tone is destined not to be liked.

　　Like the so-called friends around many people, when they heard a certain news, they showed a shocked and unbelievable expression, and then said something like "you shouldn't...".

　　Apart from being annoying, it has no effect at all.

　　But Ximen Chuixue never cared about the opinions of others. He looked straight at Dugu Yihe and asked again, "Do you submit to the imperial court?"

　　Hearing these words clearly again, Dugu Yihe let out a long breath.

　　His eyes returned to normal, and there was some disdain in his (cgdg) words: "Sword God Ximen Chuixue, it's just that! You are now worthy of the name of Sword God?"

　　Ximen Chuixue tilted his head.

　　In my mind, I remembered what Zhu Hao explained to him before leaving.

　　Asked: "Do you consider this a rejection?"

　　Talking to Ximen Chuixue is a skill, because he always only pays attention to the topics he cares about.

　　Dugu Yihe didn't mean to respond to Dugu Yihe's several words.

　　He is a master, very strong and very talented.

　　But his temperament is really not that good.

　　If the person standing in front of him wasn't Ximen Chuixue, he wouldn't bother to listen to others.

　　Of course, now he doesn't even listen to Ximen Chuixue's words.

　　Especially after feeling that he was ignored by Ximen Chuixue.

　　He snorted coldly and stretched his hand back.

　　There was a sound of "cang clang" in the empty and deep Xuanzhen Temple.

　　There was a sword unsheathed, and the hilt fell into the hands of Dugu Yihe.

　　Ximen Chuixue also put his hand on the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it out.

　　Because Dugu Yihe's answer is already very clear.

　　The wind in the early morning was a little cold, and although the sun overhead was big, it didn't actually bring any warmth to people.

　　Especially on this mountain top, the cold wind is even more biting.

　　Dugu Yihe's face was eerily flushed.

　　A piece of red and his eyes.

　　His breath was extremely fast, and he even felt a little uncontrollable.

　　Blue veins popped out of the corners of his eyes, and the muscles of his face kept twitching.

　　He was angry.

　　Because he saw the "sword" in Ximen Chuixue's hand!

　　It wasn't a sword, just a bare hilt.

　　The sword's edge is only a few inches, and it can't pierce the heart if it is all pierced into a person's chest.

　　A swordsman like Ximen Chuixue would naturally not just rely on the blade to kill people.

　　But Dugu Yihe still felt an unprecedented insult.

　　This kind of humiliation has never appeared since he entered the gate of Emei and created a unique technique that shocked all corners of the world.

　　Some people rated him and Ximen Chuixue as one of the few people who really reached the pinnacle of martial arts on the rivers and lakes.

　　But in fact, both of them knew that Ximen Chuixue was not Dugu Yihe's opponent.

　　His talent is no worse than Ximen Chuixue.

　　His diligence is not weaker than that of Ximen Chuixue.

　　His practice time is much longer than Ximen Chuixue.

　　But now, Ximen Chuixue actually used such a "sword" to find him in front of Dugu Yihe's door.

　　This made him laugh in anger: "Okay! Such a good Ximen Chuixue, really arrogant!"

　　The words fell, and the toes slammed on the ground.

　　The hard bluestone slabs shattered into powder, and a figure swept out in shock.

　　A fierce and domineering sword gang fell from the sky, unstoppable! .

Chapter 80

　　Its sound is like a bell and a tripod, full and melodious.

　　Its momentum is like a nine-day galaxy, heavy and flawless!