69novels Chapter 361
Chapter 361
In the courtyard, the air is stagnant, and time seems to be stagnant.
Simon blows snow!
Lu Xiaofeng!
A corpse!
A plum tree!
It is a picture of tranquility.
At this time.
Ximen Fuxue and Lu Xiaofeng's eyes couldn't help but look at the wall.
A few breaths before.
That was originally where Lu Xiaofeng stood.
But after he came down.
I don't know when, there was one more person.
An extraordinary person.
There are people coming and going on the street, and most of them are mediocre people.
But when this person went to that station, he stood out like a chicken, and it was hard to forget at a glance.
The young man's tall figure, dressed in fine clothes, and handsome, are not enough to describe his appearance and temperament.
On the calm young face, there is a kind of calmness that does not match the age.
He stood there as if he had roots under his feet.
A pair of sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the sideburns, and the eyes were blazing.
These eyes are so unique.
It's like an eagle's eye.
It's like the eyes of a god.
One with a hint of gold.
One with a wisp of purity.
The Holy One has the sun and the moon in his eyes, and the heaven and earth in his chest!
Lu Xiaofeng thought of such a sentence.
The other party was condescending, overlooking.
He and Simon Blowing Snow had an indescribable sense of oppression, as if he was suddenly in the deep sea.
The tide around them is not "eight or nine", which deprives them of the right to breathe.
It's scary.
You must know that Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Blowing Snow are both the first realm of the grandmaster, and they are placed in the Ming Dynasty, not to mention the top.
But he can probably step into the top ten.
The martial arts of the Ming Dynasty were more prosperous than those of the Great Song Dynasty, and the number of grandmasters was several more than that of the Great Song Dynasty.
It's just that in terms of the great masters of the heavenly and human realms, it seems to be inferior.
And the two of them, who can be ranked in the top ten in the Ming Dynasty, are now shocked by one person.
As soon as the other party appeared, he seized everything.
Gaze, air, vitality, and so on.
As far as his eyes could see, everything in this courtyard seemed to be subject to him and under his control.
This is a kind of momentum, which spreads out from one's own self-confidence, and controls everything!
It's like the emperor appears, and everything is bowed down.
Celestial and human realm!
This word flashed in Lu Xiaofeng's mind.
It is the Great Grandmaster of the Heavenly and Human Realms, after walking far enough on his own path.
The spirit of oneself is one with heaven and earth, and the power of all things is controlled.
Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Fuxue seemed to be frozen, pointed, and turned into stone sculptures, staring at each other.
In their hearts, they have realized who is coming.
In the entire Gusu City, in the entire Gusu City, people who can have such a powerful aura are except for Dugu seeking defeat.
There is only one left.
"King Jing, Zhao Wuxian!"
Ximen Fuxue's face is calm and sharp, the outline is sharp and angular, and the sword in his hand seems to be unsheathed at any time.
He has a high and domineering arrogance, and he is almost not close to the fireworks of the world.
No one can force him to do what he doesn't want to do, and he doesn't need to be asked to do what he wants to do.
Simon blew snow and became a sword.
A sword that would rather bend than bend, and will not bow its head.
What he pursues is the realm of the Sword God.
The sword god is indispensable for a sense of pride, because to become a sword god, he must dedicate his life to the way of the sword.
The sword god does not seek immortals or Buddhas, and the success or failure of fame and fortune in the world is not worth his smile.
For him, that moment was an eternity.
Lu Xiaofeng could already feel that from his friend, the sword intent that was constantly permeating out wanted to break through everything.
Zhao Wuxian is still calm, his understanding of space and domain is beyond the reach of Ximen Fuxue and Lu Xiaofeng.
Of course, that's not to say it can't be broken.
The first thing to do is to master the power of the shattered void.
Secondly, this kind of power must surpass Zhao Wuxian's strength at a certain point, or in an instant.
At present, there are very few people in the rivers and lakes who can do these two things at the same time.
Kendo is strong.
It is that every swordsman will have a precise control over his own strength.
And can concentrate all the power in one point, and burst out with power far beyond its own limit.
Therefore, some people say that the lethality of swordsmen is the best in the rivers and lakes.
And this is also the reason why "Xiao Li Flying Knife" is feared.
The explosiveness is amazing.
No matter how many kinds of martial arts you have, as long as you can't carry the first sword, everything will be in vain.
Pity!
The current Ximen blowing snow has not yet reached that realm.
Zhao Wuxian couldn't help but regret it.
Ximen has not yet reached his peak to blow snow, and it is not interesting to fight.
Now, he can probably understand Dugu's mentality of seeking defeat, he is invincible, and his interest is lacking.
Zhao Wuxian looked at Ximen Blowing Snow and said, "Ximen Blowing Snow, a half-crazy and half-crazy god, when will he become a god?"
He could tell.
At this time, the West Gate was blowing snow and was in a bottleneck.
A kind of chaos between gods, demons, and humans.
This should be the state when Dugu sought defeat, left the Great Song Dynasty, and marched to Kyushu.
Crossing the past is a smooth road.
I can't cross it, and I have sunk since then.
Lu Xiaofeng's heart moved slightly, he had always wondered what kind of realm Ximen was blowing snow before.
Hearing Zhao Wuxian's description, he suddenly became enlightened.
That's right.
Half crazy, half crazy, half human!
Ximen Fuyuki has already immersed himself in the pursuit of kendo.
From his every move and lifestyle, the pursuit of perfection is everywhere.
The sword, for him, is no longer as simple as a weapon.
For him, it's an art.
Simon blowing snow can be said to be idealized and aesthetic.
If there is a so-called sword god along the way of the sword, then Ximen Fuxue is undoubtedly the closest person to the god.
Where he lived, there were only flowers, and the clothes he wore were always white.
He never asks for help, and he never accepts requests from others.
Because in the eyes of the strong, he only accepts those whose abilities are comparable to him.
There is no weak in the eyes of the strong.
Because they don't have compassion.
Because there is nothing he can't do if he wants to do it, and if he can't do it, others can't do it.
And what he is willing to do, he does not need to be pleaded with.
What you don't want to do, it's useless for others to plead. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
That's what he is.
Half-crazy, it's a demon!
Half-idiot, it's a god!
And there is only a little humanity left, which is the sincerity in his heart!
Pale garments like snow.
A sword as pale as snow.
Pale side face like snow.
Loneliness as pale as snow.
Simon blew the snow and drew his sword.
His sword, like his people, was snow-white and lonely.
"Simon blowing snow has at least one thing that others can't learn. "
"His sword?"
"Not his sword. It was his loneliness. "
The loneliness of the cold ice on the distant mountains, the loneliness of the shooting stars in the winter night.
His breath was condensed.
If the abyss is bottomless, it seems to be steep and towering.
The sword intent is vigorous, and the sword qi is invisible and tangible.
The wind blew, and countless fallen leaves fell down, but in an instant, they were torn apart and torn apart by the spreading sword qi.
Lu Xiaofeng's face changed.
The sword in Ximen Fuxue's hand can emit such a sharp sword aura?
His strength is even stronger than he expected.
If Simon blows snow and wants to kill himself with all his might, he is afraid that "Lingxi One Finger" will be broken under this sword.
The figure of Simon Blowing Snow disappeared.
He and the sword in his hand became "one", man and sword are one, and the sword and heaven and earth are one0.........
The sword flew out.
A clear groan.
The sword intent pierced through the sky.
The sword light shone brightly, and the sword light broke through the air.
The endless edge condensed itself out of thin air, from the void to the real, turning into a phantom of a divine sword.
Heaven and earth seemed to be swallowed by infinite sword shadows.
Dazzling!
Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but close his eyes, only to feel that if he looked at it any longer, he would be blinded by this dazzling sword light.
He can't see, but he still has to perceive.
In the end, this filled the heavens and the earth, and seemed to cut off all the infinite sword shadows that were blocked, and condensed into a single sword.
This sword came from the west.
Like a meteor falling.
This sword communicates the mystery of heaven and earth.
Wind and thunder move in unison, lightning and thunder.
This is the most perfect sword in Simon Blowing Snow's mind.
It was a sword he used to deal with Ye Gucheng's "Flying Immortals Outside the Sky".
He is confident that this sword can punish heaven and man!
Zhao Wuxian showed a hint of appreciation.
It is worthy of the West Gate blowing snow.
The man who dedicated his life to the sword.
The situation changed suddenly, and in the face of Ximen Blowing Snow's full sword, Zhao Wuxian did not move, nor did the Xuantie heavy sword in his hand.
His fingertips shone brightly.
It seems to communicate the universe of heaven and earth, the sun, the moon and the stars.
A domineering meaning, like the rising sun in the east, suddenly rose from his body.
Sword of the Son of Heaven!
Once on the shore of Taihu Lake, Zhao Wuxian woke up Ye Gucheng, comprehended this sword intent, and has always been in his body.
His sword pointed at a point.
Heaven and earth are changing.
Immediately heard the thunder and explosion, rumbling like the sky overturned.
The coercive breath is palpitating and suffocating.
But when I saw that it was under the blue sky and white sun, I suddenly saw ink clouds hanging in the sky like the black sea.
Tianwei, unfathomable!
However, all this can only be felt by Lu Xiaofeng in the courtyard, as well as some strong people in the city.
Under Zhao Wuxian's feet, a series of formations spread.
【Strange Gate after the Wind】!
He made this area independent of Suzhou.
The wind blew through the long street, and the leaves fell.
In the courtyard within the high walls.
Suddenly, a flock of crows rose and flew into the western sky.
The snow was blowing at the west gate, and the white clothes were better than the snow, like a cold plum, and a drop of red blood was blooming on it.
The corners of his mouth were bleeding, red and shocking.
The black sheath long sword in his hand showed a trace of cracks.
1.1 Finally broke up and became a broken sword.
Defeated?
"Simon blowing snow?"
Lu Xiaofeng was surprised.
A black heavy sword that did not look like a sword was inserted in front of Ximen Fuxue at some point.
"When you can use it, without relying on sword qi and sword intent, and carve plum blossoms on tofu, you will have the opportunity to draw a sword to Dugu!"
The aftermath fell, and Zhao Wuxian's figure had long since disappeared.
Lu Xiaofeng was stunned.
With this large iron bar, carve plum blossoms on soft tofu?
Don't rely on sword intent and sword qi?
How can it be?
The blade of the sword, which was so blunt that it couldn't cut the wound, fell on the tofu, and I was afraid that it would be crushed directly.
But.
It doesn't matter.
The important thing is that the undefeated Ximen Blowing Snow, which was like a mythical Ximen Blowing Snow in the Ming Dynasty, was defeated?
How did Zhao Wuxian do it?
Lu Xiaofeng was stunned, he recalled, trying to figure out what had just happened, but he still couldn't figure it out.
Because Simon blew snow out of the sword, to defeat, in fact, it was extremely fast.
It was so fast that he couldn't even react.
I'm afraid, only Simon Blowing Snow himself knows what's going on.
But this doesn't matter anymore.
What's more, Lu Xiaofeng was worried that Ximen Blowing Snow, who broke the sword, has been declining since then.
A person who has been walking upward all his life suddenly encounters a huge setback and falls to the foot of the mountain, can he still stand up?
Simon, who was holding the broken sword, blew snow and fell to the ground.