"Hey!" Purple figure is like a phantom of the opera "when!" The sword is drawn and the streamer gloves hit each other.
Twenty strokes of continuous confrontation in the past, thinking "Bang!" As soon as she was struck by a palm print on her chest, the demon Ji immediately leaned forward to give Sinian a fatal blow.
"That’s enough" Qingfeng suddenly appeared in the scabbard, and the demon Ji took a palm.
"Hum, do you still want me to fight?" Demon Ji looks at Qingfeng with cold eyes.
Qingfeng said indifferently, "It’s not important to retire and regenerate after melting snow. Don’t forget about four years. If you think you can easily kill her with the help of a few of us, then you can do it."
The demon Ji Daimei frowned lightly. "Do you think I dare?"
Qing duct "you dare" and then turned away coldly.
"Giggle ….." Demon Ji’s charming smile quickly flickered and handprinted on her chest.
"poof!" Si Nian spat out blood. Mochow was closest to Si Nian, so hurry to hold him.
"This is the interest, and then I will take your life after four years." The enchantress smiled and rose a Ziyun to float away directly outside the desert.
"Demon! ! Ji! " Si nian stared at the distant figure with blood in her eyes, and the demon Ji jumped out word by word.
"Let’s go." Nine Yan sighed and Mochow helped Sinian seven people to walk outside the desert.
"Let’s go, too. In the end, we actually have a head." The little beggar Nai got up and patted his ass and took the lead in walking outside the sand desert.
"Let’s go" frost cold said to a few people behind him.
Half a month later, there was a news in the whole Jianghu that the martial arts of the ten thousand flowers fragrance gang was the strongest, and several people, including Liu Dieyi, the enemy leader who was praised for fencing, died in World War I by one man named Si Nian.
One Si Nian’s name flowed all over the Jianghu, and even more, a busybody didn’t know where to find out all the deeds of Si Nian after he joined the Huashan Sect in Different Times. Suddenly, the whole Jianghu was sensational. A man who had only entered the Jianghu for years now has the ability to destroy a gang alone.
There are countless people who want to find Si Nian for a duel, because everyone hopes to have a chance to become famous in World War I. Every day, the lobby in front of the snowy villa is bustling until the noise makes the temper hot. Tianlong can’t bear to shoot and kill a few yelling adults. After that, other talents gradually recede. After all, the strongest of them can’t even win others’ hands, so why talk about fighting with others? A large group of people will be well-advised to retreat.
At the same time, Skywalker Palace Wanshan League Lonely Moon Mountain Villa and Yuefeng Valley hand quickly expanded to occupy the fragrant land of flowers, and at this moment, the first floor of the fragrant land finally appeared, which was actually the largest brothel on the Suzhou River-the owner of the fragrant building was the real name of the old bao. When Mei Jiao led the 3,000 killers, all of them had the quasi-first-class level in the Jianghu, and when Mei Jiao’s martial arts were slightly higher than the first-class masters in the Jianghu such as Jiu Yan Frost, the fragrant building was engaged in guerrilla warfare against the major gangs in the dark, which made the major gangs not very headache. At the same time, the gang slowed down the pace of annexing flowers and fragrance, and directly sent elites to sweep the members of the fragrance building. Although all the members of the fragrance building are masters, after all, there are too few people and they were quickly destroyed in the encirclement and suppression of major gangs. Finally, even the landlord, Mei Jiao, was killed in the siege of Jiuyan Rising Sun, Mochow and Han Xing. As soon as the fragrance building was destroyed, the day of falling of flowers and fragrance was near …
The autumn wind leaves and Si Nian sits in the courtyard of Piaoxue Mountain Villa for self-study. Now Si Nian has reached level 5. After entering the kendo, he felt a little uncomfortable. Then he killed monsters crazily and finally raised the level to level 5. Now Si Nian’s level has become a question mark. Only after half a month, Si Nian obviously feels that the Song of the Violet Sword and his own understanding of Ximen Chuixue Sword are in a certain fusion. Presumably, it is the reason why he entered the kendo.
Suddenly, a cooler chill than the autumn wind swept over Si Nian sitting in the courtyard. Si Nian suddenly opened his eyes and stood in front of him. The man’s hands were cold and his cheeks were even colder against a white gown.
The man looked down at Sinian coldly. "Three years have come …"
Chapter 57 Ximen Chuixue
Si Nian slightly opened his eyes and stared at the newcomer, slowly got up and said "senior"
Ximen Chuixue’s cold eyes carefully looked at Si Nian’s indifferent tone and there was a trace of surprise. "You actually entered Kendo."
Si Nian is indifferent to "occasional enlightenment"
Ximen Chuixue said, "But you let me down."
Si Nian said, "I know."
Ximen Chuixue is as cold as frost. "From the moment I taught you martial arts, I knew that the path you chose might be far from my path."
Si Nian said, "But you still gave you the sword."
Ximen Chuixue said, "I asked Lu Xiaofeng to point a finger at you because I hope you can try not to draw your sword when you don’t draw it."
Si Nian said, "But I prefer the beautiful moment when my sword slides across my throat. I hope I can see it every day and I will never get tired of it …"
Ximen Chuixue said, "Killing people is indeed a beautiful art, but if you choose the wrong person and pull out your sword, you should feel guilty."
Si Nian smiled and said, "Do you know what Kendo I realized? Is killing everyone will no longer make me feel guilty, even you … "
"Really?" Ximen Chuixue’s frosty face couldn’t help but raise his mouth. Then he said, "I wanted to try your martial arts for three years, but now I’ve changed my mind. If you finish it, I won’t restrain you."
Si Nian’s calm expression was not a ripple. He said softly, "You said …"
It’s early spring, but the mountain is still snowing, and the boundless white covers the whole mountain.
"Master, I’m reborn" appeared in the cave in the dead of night and sat cross-legged on my face. The first sentence was sadness and joy, as if I were reborn not myself but others.
The wind is clear, the gray beard is blown like a sword, and your eyes look at the midnight carefully and then smile. "It takes more time to practice martial arts again. It’s a small matter with your talent. Fortunately, you have entered the kendo martial arts, which is a hurdle. It takes too many days for you to understand this barrier, so that your ability can improve but grow."
"Then I hope you can teach me the true Nine Swords of Dugu," said the midnight coolly looking at the clear wind.
The wind was clear and clear, and then there was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. "How did you find out?"
The midnight light said, "You once told me that the Nine Swords of Dugu failed to advance and retreat, but I found that the Nine Swords of Dugu were a little less offensive and sharper, and some defensive traces were my consciousness, but it’s not my reason to think about it now."
Feng Qingyang’s face smiled with satisfaction. "You have found that you have entered the kendo again. I have no reason not to give you the lifelong Juexue of the elder Dugu."
"Do you accept the idea of giving you the complete nine swords of Dugu?"
In the night, I slowly turn over the complete nine swords in the lonely valley. I have killed more than 30 enemies and defeated heroes. The sky is even more resistant, but I have to live in seclusion in the deep valley, and I can’t be honest, lonely and embarrassed.