I have a holy letter

Chapter 397 From now on, please call me...

Guang Du's strength is not enough, he can't see Wu Yue's embarrassment, he attacks two moves in a row, and even the sword energy he swayed can't break through, how can this be evenly matched...

What a broken look!

If it wasn't for Lang Fanyun's love for talents, his sword moves only had the intent of fighting but not killing, and he had been defending all the time, Wu Yue would have been completely defeated at this moment.

After the two moves, Wu Yue turned around and fell back to the ground, letting out a long breath of foul air.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized the gap between himself and Lang Fanyun.

Not in strength, but in - sword intent!
This thing is unclear, but it is real.

Especially when fighting at close range, Wu Yue could clearly feel the difference. Although the true energy used by the opponent was not very strong, but he was able to block his own attack perfectly, and he could exert ten or even twenty parts of his strength. the power of.

"So... where is my sword intent? Where is it?"

Wu Yue was confused, he stood motionless in the yard, his head was lowered, his eyes were fixed on the Lingzi lightsaber in his hand.

The night wind came, blowing his robe, as if blowing directly into his heart, making his already confused thoughts even more chaotic.

Lang Fanyun stood where he was, and the Rain-Fuying Sword returned to the scabbard behind him, with a gentle smile on his face, and he didn't intend to make another move.

I secretly praised in my heart, the kid in front of me has a high level of understanding, which I have never seen in my life.After just exchanging two moves with himself, he immediately had an epiphany. This scene completely overturned his previous comment that it was difficult to achieve.

Time passed by minute by minute, and half an hour later, Wu Yue suddenly raised his head, stared at the quiet night sky, and murmured, "It turns out that waves are not a disease, but a state!"

Since I have vowed to become a man who can fly in the waves of prosperity, adversity, and despair, then my sword intent is to go forward indomitably and live against death!

When he came back to his senses again, Wu Yue's eyes were restrained, and he was no longer at a loss.

"Master, he seems to have become different."

At some point, Han Bai walked out of the dilapidated temple, stood with the door in his hand, looked at Wu Yue in the yard with his head poking around, and felt that it was clearly him, but his temperament was very different from that of an hour ago, especially the gaze he cast over him, as if The two sharp swords were about to pierce through his body, which was strange and inexplicable.

"Yeah, it's gotten better!"

Guangdu sighed like this, feeling a little worried in his heart, having experienced the pain of being abandoned by his beloved wife and losing all his internal strength, the Feng Xinglie in front of him was no longer the benevolent Baidao young hero he knew.

I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse for Wulin...

In the field, a blue light appeared in Wu Yue's palm again. He held the hilt tightly and held it flat. The tip of the sword pointed at the opposite Lang Fanyun. His pair of deep eyes became brighter and brighter, but he did not look at the opponent. Keep a close eye on the tip of the sword.

On the opposite side, Lang Fanyun was affected by Qi, and also stared at the weird lightsaber. After one glance, his expression suddenly became a little dumbfounded.

Wu Yue's breath was introverted, calm as a rock, as if nothing could shake his will.

Well, that's pretty good, it seems that he has really realized something.

What really made the waves smile was that he read a sentence...or maybe two sentences from that weird lightsaber.

come!I just want to kill you head-on!
I can't kill you, I die!
"Is this your sword intent?" Lang Fanyun asked with a wry smile.

You really are a proud young man who doesn't know how to cherish himself!

Wu Yue's face was solemn, and he said word by word, "Give up your defense, your life, and everything that doesn't matter, just for one sword! This is my way of swordsmanship!"

"Do you know how dangerous your path is?"

I just don't take my own life seriously...

At this moment, Lang Fanyun felt regretful in his heart, why did he agree to compete with this kid just now?It's better now, directly forcing the other party to take a path that no one in the world would chase away.

"I'm not afraid of death, what else are you afraid of?" Wu Yue's voice was as indifferent as ever.

If someone else said this, it would definitely be a deep-seated second disease attack, basically hopeless, but Wu Yue is different, he is a soul wearer, and he is not afraid of death at all.

Following Wu Yue's understanding of epee swordsmanship in the Xiaoao World, he truly found his own way of swordsmanship in the Raining World!

From now on, please call me Wumen Chuuxue...

What brother blows is not snow, but blood!It's awesome!It's feelings!is lonely...

"Hey……"

Lang Fanyun sighed, stretched his right hand behind his back, bent his five fingers, and clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

At this moment, no amount of words are useless. It is self-evident what will happen to a swordsman who deviates from his own way of the sword.

Since Wu Yue has chosen the most difficult path, he can only respect and bless him.

The north wind stopped suddenly, and the courtyard suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

The atmosphere was so dull that it was almost suffocating.

This time, not only Han Bai, but even Guangdu were frightened by the rising thoughts of the two of them, they backed up again and again, all the way back into the center of the ruined temple, and only then did they regain their composure.

Whoosh!
As if they had made an appointment in advance, the two people who were confronting each other jumped up at the same time and flew towards each other.One bright and one dark, the two rays of light spanned a space of more than ten meters, and finally met and collided in the center of the courtyard!
In the face of Wu Yue's strongest blow that gave up everything, it was as strong as the waves turning the clouds, and he didn't dare to stand still, the rain-covering sword in his hand turned into a little bit of starburst, which complemented the stars above the nine heavens .

There is an astonishing murderous intent in the beauty.

However, in this cage-like raging wave of sword energy, a bright blue light flickered, like a tsunami, like thunder.

One deduces from simplicity to complexity to the extreme, while the other discards all kinds of changes and only pays attention to the only touch of blood in the heart.

From Han Bai's perspective, Wu Yue and Lang Fanyun had disappeared outside the door, and what filled his pupils was the berserk sword energy and light and shadow like a dragon's chant.

Beside him, Guangdu's cloudy eyes suddenly opened wide, and his long pure white beard moved with the wind, trying to see every move and style of the two clearly.

The battle of black-list-level masters is definitely something that can't be met.

However, no matter how Guangdu concentrated his skills in his eyes, he still couldn't see Lang Fanyun's sword clearly, and similarly, he couldn't understand Wu Yue's moves either.

Burst, burst, burst...

Hundreds of sword qi were sprinkled in mid-air, hitting tree trunks, soil, and brick walls of the ruined temple, leaving terrifying holes one by one.

The stars in the sky are becoming more and more prosperous, one life two, two life three, three life all things, and the tiny cyclones that are already as numerous as cow hair explode like fireworks, filling the whole world.

The ever-changing blue light was also rising against the wind, blooming even brighter brilliance.

Whoa!
After tens of millions of impacts, it seemed like a split second.

When I focused my attention again, the two people who had disappeared in the sword energy reappeared in the yard.

Wu Yue appeared at the place where Lang Fanyun was originally, and Lang Fanyun stood at his original position, both of them stood straight in place, tall and straight like pine trees.

What made Guangdu depressed was that he didn't even know whether the two of them simply passed by each other, or whether they had experienced countless fights and swapping positions.

"I still lost..."

Wu Yue lowered his head slightly, looked at the right arm drooping by his side, with bitterness in his eyes.

The burning pain in the meridians extended from the fingers to the shoulders, and the whole arm seemed to be torn apart by something. From the muscles to the meridians to the bones, there was a flood of severe pain.

He obviously never hesitated, but he still lost!
Not reconciled...

(End of this chapter)