Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　In the face of such a sword, few people in the arena can remain calm.

　　Before the sword gang fell, the ferocious and violent energy had turned into a howling wind and swept in front of Ximen Chuixue~.

　　His black hair was raised high, and his robes were turned back, - tightly in front of him.

　　Set off its tall and straight sword-like figure - it becomes more and more perfect.

　　The toes tapped the ground lightly, and the figure receded.

　　boom!

　　The sword gang erupted in front of him, but only three feet away.

　　After countless years of wind and rain, the bluestone, which was still very strong, suddenly shattered layer by layer.

　　The shattered stones shot towards Ximen Chuixue's whole body. The speed was extremely fast, and the wind was howling. It was no worse than a hidden weapon.

　　The sword gang didn't stop there either, and it continued to erupt at the foot of Ximen Chuixue.

　　Ximen Chuixue continued to retreat, roaring in front of him, and rocks flying.

　　For a time, the front of Xuanzhen Temple was in a mess.

　　It's too late, it's too soon.

　　Ximen Chuixue retreated very far, but only half a breath passed.

　　The power of Dugu Yihe's sword gang is astonishing, but his momentum lasts for a long time, but only one sword strikes.

　　Neither of them are good friends.

　　Since the sword is out, there is absolutely no reason to learn from each other.

　　If you gain power, you will not be spared, until you die.

　　Ximen Chuixue's figure stopped, and a dangerous and dangerous feeling came to his heart.

　　He frowned slightly and leaned back.

　　Swish!

　　A dazzling sword edge slid past his nose.

　　Seeing that there was no hit, he immediately reversed the direction between the electric, light and flint, and slashed straight.

　　Ximen Chuixue raised his hand and hit the empty space.

　　An anti-shock force was transmitted back, and then the body volleyed and rolled out.

　　Dugu Yihe saw a ghostly figure dressed in white, and he retreated a lot of distance again in an instant.

　　He wrinkled his nose and said coldly, "It is said that Ximen Chuixue's sword is powerful, but now it seems that your Qinggong is the best!"

　　Ximen Chuixue did not respond to these clearly sarcastic words.

　　He gripped the hilt again.

　　Dugu Yihe was about to come forward to pursue him when his heart skipped a beat.

　　An indescribable sense of crisis emerged.

　　For existences like them who are struggling between life and death, this intuition is often more reliable than eyes.

　　So even the broken sword hilt that Ximen Chuixue was holding at the moment seemed a bit ridiculous.

　　Dugu Yihe didn't dare to get close.

　　He stood in the same place, the posture of holding the sword changed slightly.

　　In the eyes of people who use swords all the time, his posture at this time is a bit strange.

　　Because it was not like holding a sword, but rather holding a knife.

　　But if you look at it from another swordsman, you will feel that he is not holding a sword, but a sword.

　　It is really incomprehensible that such a contradictory but bizarre way appears in the same person at the same time.

　　In such a battlefield, facing an enemy like Ximen Chuixue.

　　No matter how proud and arrogant Dugu Yihe is in his heart, he will not mess up.

　　He held the sword in this strange posture, and the momentum of the whole person was instantly different from before.

　　If it was said that Dugu Yihe was an old man who didn't seem so easy to get along with before.

　　This time, it is a devil who will kill at every turn!

　　He was full of murderous aura.

　　The richness is almost turned into reality.

　　Even looking at it, there will be a feeling that the eyes are smoked by the black smoke in the fire.

　　A tidal wave of True Essence poured out from Dugu Yihe and spread out.

　　His eyes became cold and fierce.

　　A domineering sneer twitched at the corner of his mouth.

　　Rumble!

　　Suddenly thunder sounded in the sky.

　　The sun, which was not very bright and dazzling, was once again obscured by thick clouds.

　　The sky and the earth suddenly became much darker.

　　Ximen Chuixue felt that some inexplicable change had taken place around him.

　　An invisible force passed from Dugu Yihe's body like a chain, and fell on Ximen Chuixue's hands, waist, feet, and even in his eyes!

　　The next moment, as if something pierced into his skin.

　　It was like a worm, gnawing at his meridians, flesh and blood.

　　There was a tingling sensation all over his body.

　　Ximen Chuixue took a breath and did nothing else.

　　Because he knew that these were hallucinations.

　　A hallucination affected by a strong murderous aura!

　　Any other reaction he makes now will be found by Dugu Yihe to launch a fatal blow.

　　Dugu Yihe will not let go.

　　Once the shot is made, it must be the time of life and death.

　　Dugu Yihe took a step forward slowly and said, "I can feel that you have some inexplicable power on your body. Does this have anything to do with your broken sword?"

　　Ximen Chuixue said, "It doesn't matter!"

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　　Dugu Yihe puzzled: "Then why do you use such a sword?"

　　Ximen Chuixue said, "My kendo has nothing to do with my sword!"

　　This sounded weird, but it made Dugu Yihe stop again.

　　A look of horror appeared in his eyes.

　　Pointing at Ximen Chuixue in disbelief, he said, "Could it be that you..."

　　Ximen Chuixue continued: "Just like the step forward, it has nothing to do with what you want to say."

　　"You just want to go a step further, so that your murderous aura can affect me more!"

　　Dugu Yihe's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was a little difficult to look at.

　　He did think so.

　　But he clearly failed!

　　His murderous aura was enough to affect the minds of others, but it had little effect on Ximen Chuixue's heart.

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　　The previous Ximen Chuixue could never do this step.

　　Although at that time he was also considered to have a clear heart and a strong heart.

　　But a person who lives by the sword and regards killing as sacred and solemn, how could he not be affected by murderous aura?

　　There is only one possibility!

　　Dugu Yihe spat softly and whispered, "I don't believe it!"

　　Ximen Chuixue's response was also very simple. He raised the hilt of the sword and slowly lowered it.

　　hum!

　　In an instant, the surrounding air began to flow violently.

　　The mountain wind became more and more violent, whistling past his ears.

　　From the low valley to the empty sky, it was faintly like someone was shouting and roaring.

　　The sky and the earth suddenly darkened, and the next moment was extremely dazzling.

　　The darkness is because there are thousands of dark shadows on the top of the head.

　　However, the rays of light they bloomed in the next moment, even the scorching sun had to retreat.

　　Sword, sword light!

　　As far as the eye can see, the whole world is the sword of Ximen Chuixue.

　　They are white and dazzling.

　　Like a lot of snowflakes.

　　It's just that the snowflakes fall, which can make people feel beautiful and lonely.

　　If these sword lights fall, it will only make people feel desperate!

　　Dugu Yihe's face was distorted, and the sword intent condensed in all directions made his pores stand upright.