Swordsman's Way of Thunderbolt

"There is no hometown, today's battle, no matter whether you win or lose, the grievances between you and me will end here."

With a stern look in his eyes, Xuan Tong pointed his backhand, and a blue long sword had already jumped out from the sword stand behind the purple Yufen. The sword sound echoed in the world, and the sword body swirled in the air, impartial, and fell into his palm.

"The scorpion sword, please enlighten me!"

The scorpion sword, which had been defeated in the past, is now reappearing. Compared with the previous one, it is more powerful. The moment Xuantong held the sword in his hand, the momentum of the whole person suddenly underwent a huge change.

"bring it on!"

Seeing this, Yuan Wuxiang knew that the opponent in front of him was extraordinary and did not dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

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"Zheng......"

Accompanied by a high-pitched sword cry, while the fierce sword intent was dissipated, Yuan Wuxiang, who was full of martial arts, was raised to an unprecedented peak at the same time.

Seeing this, Xuan Tong frowned subconsciously, his eyes stopped on the Dao sword in Yuan Wuxiang's palm, and he sighed softly: "Daoist, do you know that your heart has deviated from the Dao, and the sword in your hand is crying ."

"nonsense!"

The words that tortured the soul came into my ears, causing ripples in the heart of the original homeless lake, and an inexplicable arrogance emerged, but it was forcibly suppressed by him, only a little impatiently said in his mouth: "Go out. Let's do it, today, under the Silver Pyu Dao Sword, I will kill another demon in the prison!"

"kill!"

At the moment when Binhong fell to the ground, Yuan Wuxiang and Xuantong launched an offensive against their opponents at the same time. , the most intense confrontation erupted.

The clam cricket, clam clam cricket, faintly chanting with swords, soft like a spring silkworm vomiting silk, just as tenacious as a hundred refinements, in the combination of inexhaustible rigidity and softness, playing the lamentation of life, and the lament of death in turn.

Looking back at the original no-township, the majesty is open, the sharp edge rises and closes, the frightening silver light is like a shooting star, and the majestic interplay is the epitome of "Jianghu is the sword, and the sword is the rivers and lakes".

"The craftsmanship is extremely dangerous, not bad!"

During the fierce battle, Xuan Tong's praises came. Obviously, Yuan Wuxiang's swordsmanship practice had awakened the fighting spirit hidden in his body, filling the world.

"Sprinkling and arrogant, you are not bad, come again!"

In Yuan Wuxiang's palm, the silver Pyu Dao sword swirled, and the sharp edge drew sharp boundaries. Xuan Tong responded with the sword, and the sharp sword qi broke through the air and slashed. , Shu Lang is relaxed, just like Cao Yi out of water, thin and meticulous, and different demeanor, interweaving a beautiful and picturesque swordsman's decision!Son.

Episode 164: Xuantong VS Yuan Batian!

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Different identities, different positions, they are enemies of life and death, no need to say more, let alone any temptation, the first shot is the ultimate move with all the strength, and then swing the sword, the maple leaves flying all over the sky, weave the most brilliant life and death cycle .

"Hmm~"

"These two people, whether it's Xuantong or Yuan Wuxiang, have the qualifications to become peak swordsmen, but the way of swordsmanship is difficult. Who among you can reach the real peak?"

In the off-field battle, Mo Lisao praised him. Leaving aside the depth of the foundation and internal strength, in terms of swordsmanship alone, these two people are enough to be called the best in the world!

On the other side, Zi Yufen was also watching the battle, but, as Xuantong and Yuan Wuxiang continued to increase their skills in the fierce battle, the sword energy spread across the eight wastes, and the energy was like a surging giant wave, sweeping the surroundings, stirring back and forth, forcing He had to go backwards again and again.

In a matter of seconds, there were dozens and hundreds of fierce battles. The two people who fought, one was the first of the three swordsmen recognized by Duke Senyu "Nine Eight Seven", and the other was one of Daoist Shuangxiu. Yin Pyu is the head of the family, and he will come and go, and he will pay all the past grudges to the sword in his hand.

"The cricket sings!"

Hearing a long shout at first, Xuan Tong's sword picked up a cricket, and the sharp edge turned sharply, the leaves danced over the maple, and the frost sprinkled all over the ground, as if it was written in the final battle.

Facing the attack of Xuantong's ultimate move, Yuan Wuxiang was vigilant in his heart, but he did not change the form of Xuanjie in his hand for protection, and still held his sword against it, as if he had made up his mind. In this battle, he only Willing to meet the enemy with the sword!

Of course, although the North and South Dao is true, Nanzong has always been known for his fists and palms, but in terms of kendo cultivation, Yuan Wuxiang's skills are not weak at all. With the sound of a clanging sound, the light in his eyes suddenly became certain, and then, a great move came out in response to the world:

"Huncheng!"

The sword meets the enemy, it is the speed of life, but the blood feud is lingering, the moment the sword is released, it is doomed to be unbearable, only to hear the mournful sword cry, in the rushing confrontation, there is a sound of sadness, there is a sound in it. Hatred, there is hatred in the voice, and there are even the slightest traces of resentment and jealousy that cannot be expressed to others!

Seeing this, Xuantong swayed the sword light, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh: "It's so sad to be able to have such a cultivation level, but not understand your own compassion!"

"In this arena, the murderer, the people who kill it, the avenger and the murderer, are just standing on both ends of the stage, and they can't help themselves. Pay attention, at the beginning of the original path, this tragedy will be ended."

Yuan Wuxiang responded in a cold voice, the sword swirled in his palm, every move and style, he didn't see the humble retreat of the past at all, and some were just more and more urgent and fierce killer moves.

"Drink~~~"

With a long voice, Meifeng calmed down, and saw the murderous aura full of fear. In an instant, Hao Yuanji was lifted, Xuan Jie Tong Yun, Dao Xin, Jian Xin, merged into the ultimate kendo, it was:

"Swords help the world drown!"

The extreme move is in front, Xuan Tong is not alarmed by the wind, the sword picks up the clam cricket, and when he reaches the moment, the sword body spit out mourning, and the slightest snow, everything in front of him, faded into a boundless sword of snow.

"kill!"

Taking qi in the sword, accumulating Tao in killing, Yuan Wuxiang slashed into the sky with a sword, this sword, he vowed to defeat his opponent, however, what he did not expect was that the sword he thought was pushing the limit, was actually in the air. In an instant, it shattered in the sky of the opponent's snow, and then ushered in an unprecedented fiasco.

"Pfft!"

There was a light sound, the sound of a sharp sword piercing the body, a touch of blood red, accompanied by the dripping of maple leaves, in the sound of breaking the red, it was revealed faintly, and the world became clear again.

"Victory or defeat, I will die without complaint, let's do it."

Yuan Wuxiang looked down at the long sword that pierced his chest, but his voice was unprecedentedly calm. It turned out that it was such a feeling to be on the verge of death.

"Either you die, or I die. You and I are indeed involuntary, but the sinking of the self is your real failure. It is meaningless to kill you."

At this moment, as long as Xuantong exerts a little more force, Yuan Wuxiang will not be able to escape the defeat, but at the moment of his action, he is not moving forward, but backward, accompanied by a splash of blood, he goes from the original Wu Xiang's body pulled back the long sword and threw it casually.

"You, what do you mean?"

At the moment of defeat, Yuan Wuxiang had already prepared himself to be a martyr, but he never thought that Xuantong would let him go after defeating him.

"There is sadness in your sword."

Xuantong sighed with a slight sigh: "Killing you like this will not benefit me at all, and you shouldn't die under my sword like this, because, with me, swordsmen compete for the front, and victory or defeat is never lost. Not the point."

"Humph!"

Hearing this, Yuan Wuxiang couldn't help frowning slightly, and he couldn't help but snort softly, and the tightly clenched hands already showed that he was not at peace at the moment.

Lost, lost!

He still lost after all!

No matter how helpless he was in his defeat today, defeat is defeat, a fact that no one can refute, and a fact that he has to accept.

"I once said that the grievances between you and me, whether we win or lose, are all in this battle, so from this moment on, the grievances between you and me will end."

Looking at Yuan Wuxiang, who was silent, Xuan Tong suddenly made another statement and set a new war pact: "Of course, when you find your Taoist heart one day, you can come to me again, and I will accompany you. You, come to a real kendo battle."

After all, without waiting for Yuan Wuxiang to respond, he turned his head to look at Mo Lisao, and said in a condensed voice: "I miss today, when I take out that sword, it will be the time when you and I will decide the outcome.  … "

"what!"

Hearing this, Mo Lisao immediately responded with a chuckle: "I will wait for you, but you should not make me wait too long. After all, I can't stop waiting for you forever."

Xuan Tong heard the words, and chuckled in his mouth: "It won't be long, I will come to you soon."

"That's good."

Mo Lisao nodded, then stepped to Yuan Wuxiang's side, reached out and put his hand on his shoulder: "High-end silver, come with me." After saying that, without waiting for Yuan Wuxiang's response, he took him into a group. The rainbow light disappeared.

Watching the two leave until the rainbow light completely disappeared, and the purple remainder had been silent for a long time. At this moment, it was finally difficult to suppress the restlessness in his heart. With a bit of dissatisfaction and a bit of curiosity, he asked Xuantong: "My prince, Yuan Wuxiang killed your brother, but you gave such kindness to the enemy, aren't you afraid that your brother will be under the Jiuquan and unable to rest his eyes?"

"what!"

Hearing this, the one who responded to the purple remainder was a meaningful sneer from Xuantong's mouth: "Brother?"

In the Black Sea Prison, where is there any kind of affection?Where are the brothers?

If I hadn't recognized this long ago, why would I have come to a miserable realm alone, drifting with the wind in the sea of ​​misery in this world with a gesture of exile.

Of course, regarding the filth between himself, his father, and his brothers, he didn't tell Zi Yufen in detail, but after a brief silence, he asked Zi Yufen: "You think I'm going to fight Uehara Wuxiang, if it's really just For the brother who has no 1.8 relationship with me?"

"Is not it?"

Xuantong did not respond to the questioning of Zi Yufen, but slowly paced, stood under a tall red maple, listened to the rustling of the maple leaves in the autumn wind, and pondered: "Dangtang Yinpiu is in charge, no. It should only have such strength, it is strange, why does his sword roar sound like that?"

After a long while of meditation, Xuantong suddenly turned his head and asked at the purple remainder: "Well~ I remembered that the caster of Yin Pyu Xuanjie should be the Taoist named 'Lighting the World', right?"

Although Zi Yufen didn't understand why Xuantong asked this question, he still nodded and replied, "This is the news I heard from Jian Lunhai. If there is no accident, there should be nothing wrong."

"Alright then, let's go."

Hearing Purple Yufen's words, Xuan Tong suddenly smiled, and at the moment, he stepped forward without hesitation, and without waiting for Purple Yufen to respond, he walked straight out of the Maple Leaf Forest: "I'll take you with me. Go and hear the story of the sword.".

Episode 165: Mo Lisao's Temptation!

Just when Xuantong led the purple Yufen to explore the secret of Yin Pyu Xuanjie, outside the Maple Leaf Forest, a rainbow light leaked and turned into two people, it was Mo Lisao and Yuan Wuxiang.

"Dao Pan."

Compared with before, it is obvious that Yuan Wuxiang is in a very bad state at this moment, not only because of the injury on his body, but also because of the injury in his heart!

Although, in the duel just now, the reason why Yuan Wuxiang was defeated by Xuantong was not only that he used his own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths and gave up the transformation ability of Yin Pyu, but also the injuries on his body that had not healed, as well as Yin Pyu. The influence of the resentment in the mysterious interpretation on his mind can be regarded as one of the reasons.

but..........

No matter how many reasons there are, defeat means defeat. This is an indisputable fact. Failure is a shame for a warrior. Especially for the current Yuan Wuxiang, this blow is really too big!

In the past years, Yuan Wuxiang has not been defeated, but now and again, under the influence of Yin Pyu Xuanjie's resentment, his character has gradually been pushed to the extreme.

and so!

At this moment, he blamed his failure on his own lack of skill and ability, and then began to doubt himself and forced himself to go to a more terrible extreme. This is also in the original plot. After this defeat, he lost his temper Enchanted, and eventually become the reason for the Black Sea King.

However, now that there is Mo Li 04 Sao, how could he sit back and watch the capable generals under his command sink, and now, he chuckled to himself: "Okay Yuan Wuxiang, I know what you are thinking now, Yin Pyu Xuan Although the solution is good, it is only an external object. Over the years, it has indeed achieved you, but it has also limited you. As the saying goes, success is also a mysterious solution, and defeat is also a mysterious solution, so if you want to go further, just Yin Pyu Xuanjie must be abandoned!"

"This..........."

Yuan Wuxiang heard the words, and the whole person couldn't help but be stunned. It took a long time before he recovered, but then he couldn't help showing a helpless smile on his face: "This I have also thought about the problem, but my hands are broken, without the Yin Pyu Xuanjie, I am a waste."

"Not necessarily."

Mo Li said: "The world is huge, and there are all kinds of wonders, even resurrection from the dead is not impossible, not to mention the regeneration of a severed limb, although it may be a little difficult, but it is not impossible, if you are willing to believe, I may It can help you regenerate your hands."

"Hmm~"

If it was Yuan Wuxiang in the past, even if he got this news, he would not be too excited, but today is different from the past. Yuan Wuxiang was caught in a magic test, and his mind was confused. Hearing the words of Moli, he started unconsciously Thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask with a bit of surprise: "Daopan, can you really help me regenerate my hands?"

As Mo Lisao said, the mysterious solution of the silver note made him, but no matter how mysterious it is, it is not a real hand after all, which limits the progress of his cultivation and prevents his cultivation from reaching the perfect state. With his hands regenerated, he will be able to reach the top. At that time, what is Xuantong afraid of?