The Bald Monk in the City

"Fuck, this guy's sword is so fast..."

　　 Xin'an was sitting on the stone chair by the cave, he looked at a certain video displayed on the phone and said with some surprise.

　　 In the video, a young man defeated his opponent with extremely fast sword speed.

　　 He holds a glass of something that looks like orange juice, of course, there are some other magic spices added to it.

　　 However, he quickly shook his head:

　　 "But it can only make me feel fast..."

　　 Xin'an has seen Yin Zhong’s sword, and he knows what the sword speed beyond the limit of mortal things really looks like in his eyes:

　　 That is a field that is completely invisible to the naked eye, even just staring at it is enough to make people feel the pressure from the depths of the soul!

　　 The sword of the guy in the video is indeed fast, but it's just that...

　　 The fine girl Shan Wei floating behind Xin'an nodded and expressed her approval.

　　 She took a sip of Xin'an's special spirit drink, and her face was full of happiness.

Ba Snake next to 　　 was a bit dissatisfied with the noise made by Xin'an's mobile phone, but considering that this guy's magical cooking skills were constantly improving, Ba didn't bother to pay attention to him.

　　 And at this moment, Yin Zhong, who had just come out of the comprehensive net, was about to come over and get some food.

　　 At this time, the footage of the video on Xin'an's mobile phone is focusing on a young man's face. He looks energetic, full of vigor and pride.

　　 He raised the sword in his hand and said to the camera:

　　 "Swordmaster? No, I don't want those titles that should be deposited in history, I am the swordmaster!"

　　 "The world's number one in swordsmanship? No, I don't think I am, but are there other people now?"

　　 "Puff..."

　　 Xin'an spouted a sip of orange juice. He looked at the guy in the phone with a bewildered face, then glanced at the expressionless Yin Zhong, and silently lit a candle for this guy...

　　 And the spirit ghost girl Shan Wei directly condensed in the air a crow with..., this may be related to her recent sand sculpture comic...

　　 Yin Zhong's footsteps didn't stop, he went straight into the cave.

　　 "Prepare some food for me. I'll go out later."

　　 "Where to go? Big brother?"

　　 Xinan got up from the ground, he asked expectantly.

　　 "To define what swordsmanship is..."

　　 Yin Zhong looked back at Xin An, and then said lightly:

　　 "Since we have received the blessing of the master, we have to make him famous, and should not insult his name..."

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　　 Machii sat cross-legged in the meditation room, with a sword attached to his knee.

　　 That used to be a weapon that made him famous. He gave the world a new definition of swordsmanship.

　　 Those decayed, abandoned, and legendary swordsmanship disappeared, leaving behind new swordsmanship full of legends.

　　 In other words, someone who holds a sword.

　　Because at that time, besides him, there were few swordsmen like him.

　　 Of course at that time, he was already known as the Juggernaut.

　　 But Machii always knew that he was not a true swordsman...

　　 The defeat by that young man yesterday was also as expected.

　　 Maybe he didn't know when it started, he started to be a little strange.

　　 is no longer the boy who is obsessed with Ihe, he is lost in something.

　　 Swordsmanship, can it really coexist with billowing fame?

　　 Or in other words, does everything stop here?

　　 Machii used to be confused, confused, confused...

　　 And now, feeling the sword on his knees and savoring yesterday's fiasco, Machii seemed to understand.

　　 He looked at the huge sword character on the wall in front of him, and he understood:

　　What is the ultimate of swordsmanship?

　　 is... there is no extreme!

　　 Haha!

　　 The sharp sword light flashed bright marks in front of his eyes!

　　 But at this moment, there is no desire for revenge in his eyes, nor the joy of breakthrough, there is only peace in his eyes.

　　Because, the path of the sword is there...

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　　 "Sword Lord?!"

　　 Looking at the video sent by Uncle Bo, Tong Chuan's face was a little unsightly.

　　 He doesn't care what is No. 1 in the world, after all, he has a wife now.

　　 But for someone who has been defined as a "Sword Lord" since he was a child, it is obvious that this guy's behavior makes him a little angry.

　　 In a sense, this guy is denying his past.

　　 After all, in Tong Chuan's opinion, if the definition of Sword Master is like this, wouldn't he be a laughingstock?

　　 "What's wrong? Your face is so ugly?"

　　 Tongchuan looked back at his wife, his face recovered to calmness, and then showed her the phone:

　　 "This guy wants to grab my vest."

　　 Whether for the extraordinary or ordinary people, the robbing of the vest always makes people feel subtle uncomfortable.

　　 And this kind of discomfort will become more intense as the definition of the vest increases.

　　 is like Tong Chuan at this moment, he kind of wanted to cut the opponent's impulse with a sword.

　　 "Do you want to find him?"

Mrs. 　　 looked at the video, she looked at Tong Chuan and said.

　　 Although she didn't say more words, the worry on her face showed her concern.

　　In her opinion, that guy's sword is indeed fast.

　　The sword intertwined like silver light, full of some breathtaking power.

　　 Of course she knew that Tong Chuan would definitely defeat him, but she was still worried that Tong Chuan would be injured.

　　 But in the end, the lady didn't say more, she understood what this meant for Tongchuan.

　　 She will not be a block in his path...

　　 "Don't worry, he won't let me make an extra sword."

　　 Tongchuan hugged his wife and said.

　　 His heart is full of tenderness and murderous intent, cold and warm seemingly contradictory, but they coexist peacefully.

　　Because they all stem from an emotion, that is his love for her...

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　　 "Sakura Juggernaut is replaced?"

　　 Chen Guapi scratched his head. He was thinking about a question:

　　 "There are still swordsmen in Japan these years?"

　　 Chen Guapi shook his head, and then he closed the post awkwardly.

　　 For him, there is nothing interesting about this post.

　　 is in another post, the update progress of the story about a certain player and an indigenous halfling girl, which made him more interested.

　　 After clicking in and discovering that it had not been updated yet, Chen Guapi posted in the post "Short and weak~www.readwn.com~, then continued to watch the sand sculpture players' speeches.

　　"169L (eating fish): I have a doubt: why those posts that pay attention to **** goblins and low-level monsters are not as popular as this post, then can we draw a conclusion: men are all..."

　　 "170 (Little Redeemer): God bless me, give me one too!"

　　 "171 (Serving only for Gonggong): I always feel that the upstairs is not a flower planter, but the taste translated by Zongwang is weird..."

　　 "171L (Crazy Piccolo): So what is the halfling girl doing now!"

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　　 Chen Guapi shook, he had no special feelings for halfling girls.

　　Of course, this doesn’t affect his pursuit of story posts...