Legend of Swordsman

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Huh!

Huh! !!

In the sixth level of emptiness and chaos, Feihong Shen and Jian Wushuang turned into one silver and one black and two shocking swordsmanships, and they were constantly colliding together.

Feihong Shen battled the Silver Winged Excalibur in his hand, and the Wu Weapon Excalibur in the hands of the sword. He fought thousands of times in a short instant. The majestic divine power exploded in the void.

"Open the sky!"

"Chopper Stars!"

With a swipe of his right hand, Wu Wushen's sword tremor in his hand trembled tens of thousands of times instantly. He opened the sky and cut the star in two styles. He successively drew from Wu Wushen's sword and blasted it towards Feihong God!

"Magic!"

"God angry!"

Feihong's excalibur is also cold, and the face covered by the silver face armor, only the eyes that are exposed, have skyrocketed by three inches!

Behind him, a pair of silver wings appeared, and the silver wing excalibur in his hand was instantly covered by thick blood, a mighty power that destroyed the sky and heavens, shot out of his hand with a scary sword. Prestige,

"cut!"

Immediately, Feihong God leaped high, and the Silver Winged Excalibur turned into a monstrous blood dragon in his hand, chopped down towards the sword unparalleled!

Huh!

The two retreated at the same time, and the body shook.

Jian Wushuang looked down at his right hand, and his mouth was numb for a while.

The next moment, he looked up at the Feihong **** general, and there was a dignified meaning in his eyes.

This is the only person in Kendo who did not lose to him after he came to the depths of the universe.

"Mortal, I have to admit that you have the ability to compete with God. If in my time, you would be no less powerful than the true God of Kendo." Feihong God said solemnly to the treasure.

"Noise."

The sword had no expression on both sides, and took a deep breath.

"Talented, amazing life!"

Boom ~!

A deterrent force from the deepest part of the soul came to the audience. Under this force, as if time had fallen into the swamp, everything must be subject to it, kneeling in front of the sword without double sides, and bowing his head.

"This???"

Feihong Shen changed his face instantly. When he wanted to attack, he felt as if there were millions of mountains resting on his body. He couldn't move at all. He couldn't control and wanted to kneel down towards the sword.

"You dare to obey the prince?" He spat out these words in a difficult way.

Jian Wushuang did not answer, but his eyes flashed, and he was going to kill Feihong God immediately.

call out!

Without hindrance, the sword of Wu Weapon with no hands in his sword was directly inserted into the chest position of Feihong Shen, and then the sharp sword exploded.

"Mortal, take a good look at my killing kendo."

Feihong Shen will take a deep look at Jian Wushuang, then the body collapses, and he is strangled by the sharp sword to become a fan powder.

A trace of black line floated above the place where Feihong Excalibur disappeared, and then shot towards Jian Wushuang's brows.

Jian Wushuang did not resist, seeing that he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes slowly.

A grand voice sounded in Jian Wushuang's mind.

I, Feihong Shenjiang, the Excalibur in the hands is only for killing!

boom! !! !!

Suddenly, a large group of Feihong gods will feel on the Kendo, mixed with his memory, and instilled into Jian Wushuang's mind.

The world in front of Jian Wushuang suddenly began to change.

Just like traveling through space and time, before reaching the 500 Chaos Period, Jian Wushuang saw a teenager with a clear eyebrow, just seven or eight years old, holding a wooden sword and dancing constantly under a hillside.

This is the feminine **** of childhood.

"Is the memory inherited?"

Jian Wushuang murmured to himself, then closed his eyes slowly, immersed in the memory belonging to Feihong.

...

The scorching sun was shining, and the young man was sweating like rain. His white shirt had been soaked with sweat.

But he did not give up, his eyes were full of fortitude, he bit his teeth and kept waving the wooden sword in his hand.

Over and over again, the sword shadows overlapped and intertwined, accompanied by the juvenile heavy panting sounds, and the summer cicadas whistled in the mountains.

"I, Feihong, must be the most powerful swordsman in the world!"

The sun is slowly setting, and under the hillside in the setting sun, there are juvenile ambitions.

"Xiaofei, come back for dinner soon. Your father bought a big herring from town."

Down the hillside, the smoke of smoke rose, and a farmer woman carried a hoe, wiped the sweat on her forehead, and shouted.

"Mother, I'm here!"

Feihong quickly hid the wooden sword in his hand, took the **** bull on one side, and hurried down the hillside.

This year Feihong was eight years old.

...

Turn around in time.

This year, Feihong was nineteen years old.

This year was the only time in the nearby town that the Aoyama sword school accepted the apprentice.

Feihong refused his parents' hope to let him go to Beijing to take the test, and asked the village's Wang Blacksmith to strike a rough and ugly iron sword, then sneaked out of the village and came to the gate of the Qingshan Sword School.

He was mixed with a group of teenagers who also came to study and learn, and he was a little nervous.

According to legend, the people who live on the Qingshan Sword School are all legendary immortals, who can take the sword for thousands of miles and be very powerful.

And he is just a farmer who releases a cow, and he has practiced a few handy swords and tricks, and he really can't put it on the table.

After a long wait, it was finally Feihong's assessment!

He summoned the courage ~ www.readwn.com ~ In the serious eyes of the old man in charge of the assessment, he slowly walked up.

"Awakening of the soul of the sword! The body of the sword spirit!"

However, when the assessment results came out, the entire Castle Peak Sword School shook!

Feihong, from the release of a cow in a farmhouse, has become the most dazzling star among the entire Qingshan Sword School! none of them!

He paid tribute to the most powerful elder in the Qingshan sword school, and countless resources leaned towards him.

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Time is long, years are ruthless.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter are constantly swimming.

In a matter of seconds, ten years have passed.

At that time, the immature baby cowboy had become the master of the Qingshan Sword School, the star of the entire Qingshan Sword School!

At the moment, Feihong, twenty-nine years old, has a strong spirit, is confident and calm, and has a handsome appearance.

Even when he was immersed in the harmony and tranquility of this division.

Abnormal change, sudden emergence!

When he went out to perform the Zongmen mission, he provoked the young master from this area's strongest Zongmen Purgatory Jianzong and angered him to kill!

In a hurry, great disaster is coming!

His Qingshan Sword School was slaughtered from top to bottom, and the elders who were kind and gentle, and the lively and playful teachers and younger brothers and sisters died in front of him.

He watched the scene as he watched, but with little resistance.

For the first time, he realized that he was so weak, that he was only a trivial ant in this world.

In the end, under the full force of the Qingshan Sword Sect Master, Feihong fled to the sky and was sent out of the Qingshan Sword Sect.

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