Movie martial arts

Chapter 351

At this time, Ximen Chuuxue was sitting on a blue rock like a flat rock on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance.

Dusk, not yet dusk.

The smoke and clouds in the distance are misty and vast, and you can't see anything, but you can see everything.

In the eyes of a person whose life has not yet begun, or who is completely satisfied with life, it is nothing more than a void, a chaos, and at most it is just a picture. Get a little enjoyment from it.

But to people like Ximen Chuuxue, this piece of nothingness is life itself.

Only in the void can he see many things that he cannot see anywhere else, and only in the here and now can he see himself.

This is the most important thing.

In the past ten years, Ximen Chuuxue has almost never had a chance to see himself.Because his heart and eyes have been blinded by a layer of blood for a long time, and of course there is still a layer of snow.

Ice is more ice than ice water, and snow is more ice than ice water.

What kind of person is Ximen Chuuxue?Today, there are hundreds of thousands of people who know the name "Ximen Chuuxue", but how many people know his origin, his thoughts, his feelings, and his past?
Not even he himself knew it.Of course, it's not that I don't really know, but that I have forgotten it.How could he forget?Is there anything in life more difficult than "forgetting"?How much would it cost him to forget these things?
Ximen Chuuxue suddenly thought of Lu Xiaofeng, at this moment, he shouldn't have thought of Lu Xiaofeng.Unfortunately, the greatest tragedy of human beings is that people often think about people and things they shouldn't think of.

Ximen Chuuxue and Lu Xiaofeng have known each other for almost ten years.

Ten years is such a long period of time. Some people die as soon as they are born, and some people die within a few days after birth. To them, ten years is simply an unattainable period of time.

For a newly married wife, if her husband dies within two or three years of their most loving years, then ten years is such an unattainable happiness.

For an old man whose life is almost at the end of his life, although he knows that he will not live for ten years, the past ten years will be unforgettable to him forever.

Because everyone has his most important ten years in his life.Every day during these ten years, something could happen that would change his life.

That's why Ximen Chuuxue thought of Lu Xiaofeng.

He and Lu Xiaofeng have known each other for ten years, yet he knows so little about Lu Xiaofeng.He never knew what kind of family Lu Xiaofeng was born into, and he never knew what kind of environment Lu Xiaofeng grew up in.

Maybe it's just because he never wanted to know.

This is the case among many friends. Although they often get along together, they never think of discovering each other's past, and of course they never think of discovering their friends' privacy.

Friends on the rivers and lakes, with blood and righteousness, as long as you treat me with a manly attitude today, even if you used to be a bastard, it doesn't matter what the hell.

There are not many real men in this world.

If someone says that Lu Xiaofeng is not a man, that person had better hide in an abandoned temple on a deserted mountain and ask the gods and Buddhas to protect him from being seen by Lu Xiaofeng's friends.

Of course, he had to protect him from being seen by Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen Chuuxue could travel thousands of miles, bathe in incense, and fast for three to five days for a person he didn't know, or even for a person he had never seen before, to kill a person he had never met before. The defeated killer.

Because he is willing to do it.Because he is happy.Whether this matter is success or failure, victory or defeat, life or death, he didn't take it to heart at all.

What if he is not happy?Then there is nothing to do, even if you get all his friends and kneel in line at his door, he doesn't seem to see a single person.

It's even the same for Lu Xiaofeng.If he is not happy or unwilling, even if someone assassinates Lu Xiaofeng in front of his eyes, he will not be able to see it.The only thing Ximen Chuuxue could see was his sword.

When the sunset is reddest, it is when it is about to sink.

What about people?Are people like this too?
Ximen Chuuxue never thinks about it, there are always some helpless sorrows in life, why should he think about it?What can I do if I think about it?
He only knows that there must be someone who wants to use a sword he has never seen before, and a sword method he has never seen, to fight him in an instant.

This is not his hunch, but the fact!

He wielded his sword across the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and was born and died countless times. Now that he is still alive, he certainly has the same premonition that he is close to a beast like other swordsmen, famous heroes, and killers who are arrogant in the rivers and lakes.

But this time, he traveled thousands of miles, fasted and bathed, and came to the top of this mountain just because he had an appointment.

It's about this time, it's about here.

He knew who the person who invited him was, this person was undoubtedly a very important person, and he was very confident, very confident in his own strength and sword, because - this person would fight him sooner or later!
three days ago.

Looking at the slender figure of the girl named Chuchu going away, Han Wen smacked his lips, sat on the seat, looked left and right, observed the expressions of Huamanlou and Sikong Zaixing, after a while, said: "She It is said that Lu Xiaofeng died, and he died by my hands, do you believe it?"

"Believe it or not, that's what the world says anyway!" Sikong Zaixing sighed, and said, "Besides, how many people in this world can kill Lu Xiaofeng? You are one, and Ximen Chuuxue is one." , the rest of the people... Ha ha! No matter how you say it, your suspicion is indeed great!"

Hua Manlou was still smiling and said: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with letting him die once. He is... really annoying. His family is just like living on the seaside. Who can do that?" Is there a way?"

"My family lives by the sea? What does that mean?" Sikong Zaixing asked with some incomprehension.

Han Wen interjected at the right time: "Of course he is too lenient! He meddles too much! Even I can't help but want to kill him! But...the matter really didn't kill him, Believe it or not, you can figure it out for yourself! Now, I have a good opinion, do you want to hear it?"

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "Oh? Let's hear it! Brother Han never likes nonsense, of course we are interested!"

"Very good! Then let's go meet a few people! I guarantee you will be satisfied!" Han Wen laughed loudly and walked out of the ancient temple. Sikong Zhaixing also followed one after another. They are all masters of Qinggong, and they are not slow.

Night, spring night.

In the dark long alley, there is no one, only one lamp.

The dilapidated white lantern, almost dead gray, was hung obliquely on the narrow door at the end of the long alley. Under the lantern, there was a shiny silver hook hanging like a fisherman's hook.

The silver hook kept swaying in the wind, and the wind seemed to be sighing, sighing, why are there so many foolish people in the world willing to be hooked on this silver hook?

night.

The dark alley, the misty cold fog.

Hua Manlou came out with a smile on his face. Beside him was the monkey spirit Sikong Zhaixing. At this moment, he was a little scared, and said falteringly: "Are we really going? Those three old monsters of 'Suihan Sanyou' It's not easy to mess with!"

"Don't worry! It's fine!" Hua Manlou smiled lightly.

In the "Silver Hook Gambling Square", the "Three Friends of Suihan" are drinking, just like those Confucian scholars who have learned poetry and books. Their cups are very small, and they are all tastes in small sips. Those self-proclaimed martial arts people always like to drink from big bowls.

Hua Manlou listened carefully, and found the three old monsters in this messy place without any mistakes. Suddenly, a jade tablet appeared in his hand, a very beautiful jade tablet, which was called—"Luo Brake card"!
While stroking the jade tablet gently with his hands, Hua Manlou said, "Three! Do you want this thing?"

As if asking a child if he would like candy, Hua Manlou's smile was very gentle, as if the child would give it to him without hesitation as long as he opened his mouth.

Unfortunately, the "Three Friends of Suihan" are not children;

Hanmei stood up, flipped his wrist, and without even saying a word, he suddenly drew his sword.No one could describe the speed with which he drew his sword. No one could see his movement of drawing the sword clearly. He could only see the flash of sword light!
The lightning-like sword light pierced Huamanlou's chest!This is the fatal blow!But... this is for the average person!At least for Hua Manlou, although it was a bit difficult for him to deal with it, he was still able to take the sword, not to mention - there was Sikong Zhaixing beside him!
"Sure enough, it was hit by Korean! So anxious? Could it be that you can't wait?" Sikong Zhaixing's mocking words sounded;
The originally bustling gambling hall panicked for a moment because of this sudden action. The gamblers scattered into a group, but none of the five of them moved.

Han Mei's face was pale, the tip of his sword was bleeding from Hua Manlou's neck, but his body was also bleeding, and there was still a trace of wet blood on Sikong Zaixing's hand, Han Mei didn't dare He raised his head, not daring to face the withered bamboos and lonely pine trees, but they kept staring at him.

Lone Song sighed suddenly, and said: "You used to say a good saying, when everyone misreads, I misread you."

Dry Bamboo was also sighing, "How could you do such a thing?"

Han Mei suddenly shouted: "Because I don't want to be angry with you all my life!"

Dry bamboo said: "Are you willing to be angry with Fang Yufei?"

Hanmei sneered and said, "If this happens, I will be the leader of the Rakshasa Sect. Fang Yufei will be in charge of the pass, and I will take charge of the outside. Rakshasa Sect and Heihutang will join forces, and they will be invincible in the world."

Dry Bamboo said: "Have you forgotten your age? We have lived in Kunlun for 20 years. Hasn't your lust for profit been dampened?"

Han Mei said: "It's because I'm old, and because I've lived a boring life for decades, that's why I want to do something spectacular while I'm still alive."

Lone Song said coldly: "It's a pity that your business didn't work out."

Han Mei sneered and said, "Whether it's success or failure, I won't be angry with you any more."

The dead will never accept anger. Sikong Zhaixing is not just a light kung fu master, his kung fu is not weak!
Hua Manlou touched the shallow mark on his neck, smiled silently, and said, "Han Wen said that Fang Yufei and Han Mei made a wrong calculation, so they died!"

Lone Pine was silent, did not speak, and after a long time, suddenly asked: "I can't figure out one thing."

Hua Manlou laughed and said, "Say it!"

Lone Song said: "Is the real 'Rakshasa card' in your hand?"

Hua Manlou shook his head and said, "No!"

Gu Song said: "Why are you so sure? Can you tell whether it is true or false?"

Huamanlou said: "Because this is Boss Zhu's craftsmanship. Boss Zhu is my friend and I know his faults."

Lone Pine said: "What's wrong?"

Hua Manlou said: "When he makes counterfeit products, he always likes to leave a little trace on purpose and let others find it on purpose."

Lone Pine said: "What kind of trace?"

Hua Manlou said: "For example, if he imitates Han Gan's horse, he will often deliberately draw a small caterpillar between the horse's mane."

Lone Song said: "When he imitated the 'Raksha Card', what kind of traces did he leave behind?"

Huamanlou said: "On the reverse side of the 'Rakshasa card', there are statues of gods and demons carved, and one of them is a celestial girl who scatter flowers!"

Lone Pine said: "Not bad."

Hua Manlou said: "The face of the goddess of scattered flowers on the fake... has a problem!"

Lone Pine said: "What's the problem?"

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "Han Wen told me that it was the boss's wife's face! Oh! Of course the boss's wife is the wife of Big Boss Zhu!"

Lone Song's face was livid, and he said coldly: "Then it's true?"

Hua Manlou sighed; "I want to know too!"

Lone Pine said: "And then?"

Huamanlou said: "Then I will send a message in Korean!"

Lone Song said: "What are you talking about?"

Hua Manlou said: "He said that you and Han Mei are just raccoons, and invited you to fight, and will kill you! Because you want to use him! He has always hated such things!" Lone Song's face sank.

Hua Manlou went on to say: "Han Mei did that because she refused to submit to old age and was unwilling to be lonely, how about you?"

Lone Pine kept his mouth shut, refusing to answer.

Sikong Zhaixing interjected and asked: "If you are really the kind of indifferent and self-satisfied hermits, why would you join the Rakshasa Sect? If you really don't want to be the leader of the Rakshasa Sect, why would you watch Han Wen kill Yu Tianbao?"

Withered Zhu's expression also changed, and he said sharply, "What are you talking about?"

Sikong Zhaixing said indifferently: "I'm just talking about a very simple truth."

Dry Bamboo said: "What reason?"

Sikong Zhaixing said: "If you are really loyal to the Rakshasa Sect, why didn't you kill Han Wen to avenge your leader's son?" He smiled and answered the question himself: "Because you don't care about him at all. Life and death, and even intentionally let Fang Yufei and Han Mei use Korean to kill him!"

Kuzhu said coldly: "If you are really a smart person, you shouldn't have said these words."

Hua Manlou took the conversation and said, "No no no! This is not what we want to say!"

Ku Zhu asked again: "Who is going to say that?"

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "Of course it's Korean!"

"'The twin swords of Song and Bamboo, combined with the Divine Sword, are invincible'! Haven't you heard of it?" Kuzhu said surreptitiously: "You shouldn't have said these words! Just treat all this as a thing of the past. ! We will not pursue you, and you will not interfere with us..."

"You shouldn't have said that! You must know that all you want to do is to forge a 'Rakshasa card'... In short, you still have to use your Korean name to convince others that the jade card is real. Yes, and this is what he hates the most!" Sikong Zhaixing hugged his shoulders, stepped back suddenly, and exited the room.

Hua Manlou also retreated, and Dry Bamboo and Lone Pine followed naturally. He said with a smile, "You guys really shouldn't be talking like that, especially the first half of the sentence, 'Pine and Bamboo Swords, Excalibur combined, the world is invincible'... …Hehe! You must know that Hanwen likes masters with swords very much!"

As soon as Hua Manlou said the last word, Lone Song immediately felt a cold sword energy on his back.

He suddenly turned around, but he didn't see the sword, only a person!Sen Han's sword energy emanated from this person, and this person seemed to be sharper than a sword.

There is fog, and the fog is getting thicker.

This person was standing in the misty, icy cold thick fog, as if he had been standing there since ancient times, and he seemed to have just condensed out of the thick fog.

Although this person is sharper than a sword, he is as empty and illusory as fog.

Lone pine and dry bamboo could not see his face, only a black shadow.

A peerless swordsman, even if there is no sword in his hand, even if the sword is not out of the sheath, as long as his people are around, there will be a sword aura that is eye-catching.

The pupils of Lone Pine and Dry Bamboo have shrunk: "Korean!"

Hanwen didn't move, didn't speak, and didn't draw his sword.

Hua Manlou is smiling, and Sikong Zhaixing is also smiling. They are indeed very satisfied with Han Wen's suggestions and opinions. Even a blind man is looking forward to a wonderful swordsman duel.

Ku Zhu stared at Han Wen's face for a long time and said coldly: "We have long wanted to see the Han Wen of 'Moonlit Night, Forbidden City, One Sword Defeats the Flying Immortal'."

Han Wen smacked his lips, shook his head again, and said, "You're wrong!"

Dry bamboo said: "Where is the mistake?"

Han Wen said: "City Lord Baiyun's swordsmanship is as flawless as the blue sky and white clouds. No one can defeat his 'Flying Immortal Outside the Sky'."

Dry bamboo said: "You can't either?"

Han Wen shook his head and said, "No."

Dry bamboo said: "But you are broken."

Han Wen said: "It's not me who broke through the trick of 'Flying Immortal Outside the Sky'."

Dry bamboo said: "Who are you?"

Han Wen said: "It's him."

Dry bamboo doesn't understand, neither does Lone Pine. Few people in the world can understand this sentence in Korean.

Han Wen opened his mouth slowly, even sighing a bit: "Although his swordsmanship is clean, there is dirt in his heart." His eyes glowed, and he continued slowly: "The essence of the way of the sword lies in' Sincerity and sincerity', if there is dirt in a person's heart, how can he be invincible?"

Kuzhu suddenly felt a sword energy coming towards him again, and these words seemed to be sharper than the sword.Is this because he also has dirt in his heart?

Han Wen said: "If there is dirt in the heart, the sword will be weak..."

Finally, Dry Zhu couldn't bear to interrupt him, and said sharply, "Where's your sword?"

Han Wen smiled and said: "The sword is here!"

Dry Bamboo said, "Where is it?"

Han Wen said: "Everywhere!"

This is also a difficult word to understand, but Dry Bamboo understands it, and Lone Pine understands it too. ──His person has merged with the sword, his person is the sword, as long as his person is there, everything in the world is his sword.This is the most profound realm in swordsmanship.

Hua Manlou smiled at the side and said, "It seems that after your battle with Ye Gucheng, your swordsmanship has improved again."

Han Wen was silent, and after a long time, he slowly said: "No! I just realized this! My aptitude is actually worse than Ximen Chuuxue's. If it was him, I'm afraid I have already realized it!"

"Oh? Interesting!" Hua Manlou smiled and nodded.

A thousand cups of wine is less than a bosom friend, but a few words are too much if you don't speculate!

Suddenly, with a "choke", the sword has been unsheathed, the sword of the dead bamboo!The sword light pierced through the air and flew ten feet away.Although the momentum of this sword is not as strong as that of "Flying Immortal Outside the Sky", it is as lonely and steep as a ten thousand year old bamboo on the top of a cold mountain.

Han Wen still didn't move, didn't draw his sword.There is no sword in his hand, where is his sword?Suddenly, there was another "choke" sound, the sword light flashed randomly, and the figures merged and separated.

The fog is thicker and colder.

The two stood facing each other, the tip of the dead bamboo's sword was dripping with blood...his own sword, his own blood.

The sword was no longer in his hand, and the sword had pierced through his own chest and back. He looked at Han Wen in surprise, as if he still couldn't believe it was true.

Han Wen smacked his lips and said with a smile: "You must know where my sword is now?" Ku Zhu wanted to speak, but could only cough. Han Wen continued, as if sighing: "My sword is here. In your hand, your sword is my sword."

Withered Bamboo roared wildly, and drew his sword again, the sword edge was pulled out from his chest, and blood flew out like an arrow.

Hangul still didn't move.Blood splashed in front of him and fell like raindrops. The sword edge also drooped when it reached him.

When the dead bamboo fell down, he didn't even look at it. He looked at Huamanlou and said with a smile, "This is what I've learned recently! How about it?"

Hua ManLou was speechless, and said for a while, "Very good!"

It is indeed very good, this is a good swordsmanship!
The dead bamboo died so fast that Lone Pine was even a little stunned. After the astonishment passed, he made a move, and the sword was like lightning, stabbing straight at Huamanlou's throat!His sword is faster than dry bamboo, and the distance between him and Huamanlou is only close at hand.

He was timid and self-defeating without a fight. He wanted to survive, so he wanted to take hostages!

The sword stabbed out, and the cold light moved.

At the same moment, Han Wen also made a move──only stretched out one finger, lightly!
No one can describe the magic and speed of this point. The power displayed by this point has almost exceeded the limit of human potential.

The cold light condensed, and the sword also condensed, and the blade of the sword was suddenly pointed by Han Wen's finger.

Lone Song draws his sword, draws his sword again!

The sword doesn't move!
Lone Song's whole body was trembling with fear, he let go suddenly, and volleyed backwards, flying five feet away.

The power and speed of this sweep are also unimaginable, because he knows that this is his life and death.It is hard for others to imagine the potential of human beings in order to survive.

Korean did not follow.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed another figure appeared in the thick fog.

A faint figure seemed to be lighter than the fog, more illusory and unpredictable than the fog.

Even if you saw this person appear with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that he really emerged from the earth. Even if you knew that he was not a ghost or a ghost, it would be hard to believe that he was really a person.

Lone Song's stature like a dragon suddenly stopped and fell, his strength seemed to have collapsed suddenly at this moment, completely collapsed.

Because he saw this person, this person who looked like a human but not a human, who seemed like a ghost but not a ghost.

With a sound of "bang", this martial arts master, who is extremely light-handed, fell to the ground like a stone, and didn't even move.

It seemed that not only his strength had completely collapsed, but his life had also completely collapsed.

Was this sudden collapse just because he saw this person?
Does this person have a power that can cause death and collapse?Is he himself death?

The fog did not clear, and no one left.

The man in the fog seemed to be looking at Han Wen from a distance, and Han Wen was also looking at him, seeing his eyes.No one can describe what kind of eyes those are.

Of course his eyes are on his face, but his face has been melted into the mist. Although his eyes have light, even this light seems to melt into the mist. Although Han Wen can see his eyes, he can see But it seemed to be nothing more than a fog.

The man in the fog suddenly asked, "Korean?"

Han Wen smiled and said, "Do you recognize me?"

Humanity in the Mist said: "Not only do I recognize it, but I am also grateful."

Han Wen said: "Grateful?"

The man in the fog said: "I am grateful for two things."

Han Wen said: "Oh?"

The man in the fog said: "I am grateful that you have eliminated the scum and enemies outside my sect for me, and I am also grateful that you are not my enemy."

Sikong Zhaixing, who was watching a big show next to him, suddenly looked like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on. He took a deep breath, suppressed the uneasiness and fear in his heart, and said, "You are..."

Humanity in the mist said: "My surname is Yu."

Sikong Zhaixing let out a sigh of relief, he was in doubt, and said: "Jade? Baoyu's jade?"

Humanity said in the fog: "Baoyu is flawless, Baoyu is undefeated."

Sikong Zhaixing said: "Undefeated and not dead?"

The man in the fog said: "The jade of the West will last forever in the world."

Sikong Zhaixing let out another breath and said, "You are the Western Jade Rakshasa?"

The man in the fog said: "I am."

The fog is gray-white, and his person is also gray-white, and the smog is misty, and his person seems to be equally misty, if there is nothing.Is he human?Or a ghost?
Hua Manlou suddenly smiled, shook his head with a smile, and said, "Based on the information Brother Han gave me, I should have expected it a long time ago."

Western Jade Raksha said, "What do you think of?"

Hua Manlou said: "I should have thought a long time ago that your death is just a means! It seems! Lu Xiaofeng is not easy to do!"

He laughed and mentioned Lu Xiaofeng.

Yu Luocha said: "Why should I use this method?"

Huamanlou said: "Because you founded the Western Rakshasa Sect, of course you hope that it will last forever."

Yu Luocha admits.

Hua Manlou said: "But the organization of the Western Rakshasa Sect is too large and its elements are too complicated. Although no one dared to betray you when you were alive, after you die, will these people continue to be loyal to your descendants? ?”

Yu Luocha said calmly: "Even the purest gold has impurities, let alone human beings?"

Huamanlou said: "You have known for a long time that there will be people under your tutelage who will be disloyal to you. If you want to preserve this inheritance for your descendants, you must find these people first."

Yu Luocha said: "When you want to cook, don't you also have to pick out the weeds from the rice?"

Huamanlou said: "But you also know that this is not easy. Some tares are born white. It is difficult for anyone to distinguish them when mixed with white rice. Unless they wait until they have no scruples about you, they will never It won't show itself."

Yu Luocha said: "Unless I die, they won't dare!"

Han Wen interjected, and said, "It's a pity that it's not easy for you to die, so the only way to do it is to fake death."

Yu Luocha said: "This is a very ancient strategy. It can survive until now because it is always effective."

Han Wen smiled and said, "It looks like your plan has undoubtedly succeeded. Do you really feel happy?"

Although he was laughing, there seemed to be an indescribable sarcasm in his voice.

Of course Yu Luocha could hear it, and immediately asked, "Why am I unhappy?"

Han Wen didn't speak, but Hua Manlou sighed: "Even if you have preserved the eternal world and eternal inheritance for your descendants, what about your son?"

Yu Luocha suddenly laughed.His laughter was just like his own, eerie and elusive, and seemed to be filled with an indescribable irony.Hua Manlou really didn't understand how he could still laugh.

Yu Luocha was still laughing, and said with a smile: "If you think that the one who died at their hands was really my son, you really underestimated me."

Hua Manlou said: "Isn't the person who died in their hands the real Yu Tianbao?"

Han Wen rushed to speak before Yu Luocha, and said: "It is the real Yu Tianbao, but Yu Tianbao is not his son."

Yu Luocha smiled and said nothing.

Sikong Zhaixing was puzzled: "They have followed him for many years, don't they even know who his son is?"

Han Wen smacked his lips and said, "His son was no longer his son on the day he was born. It is difficult for us to understand this kind of thing, because we are not the leader of the Western Rakshasa Sect."

Sikong Zhaixing said: "What if I am?"

Yu Luocha took over the words and said: "If you are, you will know that it is absolutely impossible for a person in this position to discipline his son, because you have too many things to take care of."

His voice suddenly became a little sad again: "The woman who gave birth to my son died on the day she gave birth. If a child is born as the future leader of the Western Rakshasa Cult without parental discipline, What kind of person will he become in the future?"

Hua Manlou said: "Of course someone like Yu Tianbao."

Yu Luocha said: "Do you want such a person to inherit your career?"

Hua Manlou was shaking his head and sighing.He suddenly discovered that it is not easy to be the leader of the Western Rakshasa Sect, but it is also not easy to raise his own son.

Yu Luocha said: "So on the seventh day after he was born, I handed him over to someone I trusted most to discipline him, and from that day on, I adopted someone else's son as my son. The secret has not been known to others...but you know it, I am very curious!"

"I know far more than others imagine, it's that simple!" Han Wen said with a smile;

Immediately, with a shake of his hand, a sword with a white cloud shield appeared, which he now calls - "Baiyun sword!"

Han Wen stroked the sword lightly, looked at Yu Luocha, and said, "Since I realized the true Wujian three days ago, there are not many people in this world who are worthy of me wielding this sword!"

He finally comprehended, comprehended the height of Ye Gucheng! ——The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city of Wanren Mountain!

"Oh? Then I should be very honored!" Yu Luocha said with a smile, and he could hear that he was speaking from the bottom of his heart, but at the same time he asked curiously: "Who else deserves you to use this sword?" Woolen cloth?"

"A perverted genius! But... he is only half! There is also a four-browed bastard, he can only be half! The other person must have been heard by you, and I have been looking forward to meeting him Fight, Ximen Chuuxue!" Han Wen said slowly with a smile on his lips.

The few people he mentioned, one is Gong Jiu, one is Lu Xiaofeng, and the other is Ximen Chuuxue.

There is no doubt about the genius of the former, but unfortunately, he lacks the belief of becoming the top expert, and he does not have the heart of a strong man.

The person in the middle may not be as good as the former, but his consonant finger, those two annoying and favorite fingers, is indeed a rare good move, and he has never missed it!Even in several trials with Korean.

The latter is Ximen Chuuxue, his sword has changed, he has a family, a wife, and love, but he has not lost everyone, his sword is still as sharp as ever, and his sword is even stronger!Swords can be divided into hardness and softness, and his sword has changed from being rigid and easy to break to being both rigid and soft.

Just like Taiji in Taoist theory, the perfect fusion of rigidity and softness is Taiji, Taiji produces two forms, and two forms produce four images... One life two, two changes three... Ximen Chuuxue's sword has changed and become more inscrutable !Become more elusive!
Yu Luocha looked at Hanwen, smiled too, sighed, and said, "If ten years ago, I might still fight you, but now I won't..."

"Why?" Han Wen didn't speak, but Sikong Zhaixing asked, thinking in his heart, why did you, the majestic Jade Rakshasa of the West, get scared when things came to an end?

Sikong Zhaixingdan asked in pain: "Didn't you just say that precious jade is flawless, precious jade is invincible, and the jade of the West lasts forever?"

Jade Rakshasa smiled, like an old fox, and said: "You can believe it if I brag! But...if you don't take action, I will be undefeated! It's that simple! The best swordsman in the world...is no longer worthy of this title. Fucking you! One last word—goodbye!"

Yu Luocha kept laughing, when he started laughing, he was still in the fog, when Hua Manlou and Sikong Jiexing heard his laughter, they could no longer see him.

In this dreamlike mist, I met such a misty person, and watched him disappear like a dream.

Sikong Zhaixing suddenly felt that even he was lost in the mist, and murmured: "The title of the number one swordsman in the world is not worthy of him? What do you mean? Besides, what about the real 'Raksha card'?" ?”

"The real 'Raksha card' has always been in the hands of his son! You only need to think about it carefully. As for the meaning of his last sentence..." Hua Manlou raised his eyebrows, and suddenly said childishly : "I won't tell you! You guess it yourself!"

Sikong Zhaixing was scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, Han Wen suddenly said, "Brother Sikong! I have to trouble you to make a trip!"

"Oh? What is it?" Sikong Zhaixing asked.

Han Wen put his hands behind his back, looked at the hazy fog, his eyes were shining, and said: "Tell Ximen Chuixue! I'm waiting for him!"

The water in the basin was still warm, with the aroma of jasmine.

Ximen Chuuxue just took a shower and washed his hair. He has thoroughly washed every part of his body.

Now Xiaohong is combing his hair and binding his hair, while Xiaocui and Xiaoyu are trimming the nails on his hands and feet.

Xiaoyun has prepared a brand new set of clothes for him, from underwear to socks are all white, as white as snow.

They are all famous/prostitutes in this city, they are all beautiful, very young, and they know how to serve men—using various methods to serve men.

But Ximen Chuuxue only chose one.He didn't even touch them.

He has also fasted for three days.

Just for today!

He departs, he arrives!
At this time, Ximen Chuuxue was sitting on a blue rock like a flat rock on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance.

Dusk, not yet dusk.

The smoke and clouds in the distance are misty and vast, and you can't see anything, but you can see everything.

The sound of footsteps came, and a man came from afar, dressed in black, like black ink, just like he likes white clothes, this man seems to have a preference for black clothes;
It was hard for him to understand, so he asked, "Why are you wearing black?"

"Because this world is inherently black!" The visitor replied, and then asked, "Why do you wear white clothes?"

"Because I like it!", Ximen Chuuxue pondered for a while before giving this answer.

"Hahaha! It's a good one because I like it!" The person who came laughed, the laughter spread far and far, and could not be calmed down for a long time, but soon, he asked again: "Are you ready? I mean Not your sword, I mean others, you should understand what I mean!"

"Huamanlou is here! My relationship with him... is not bad! At least my wife and his wife are sisters!" Ximen Chuuxue answered slowly, and then asked: "What about you?"

The person who came here grinned and said, "Me! I've finished my explanation! You and I have been waiting for too long for this battle! I'm already a little impatient with the waiting!"

Who is coming?Korean!

Ximen Chuuxue stood up, but suddenly frowned, and said: "Before that, I think... we should get rid of some people who don't open their eyes first!"

Han Wen also narrowed his eyes, and said: "Indeed! What I hate the most are people who don't open their eyes. Let's get rid of them and let's continue! This battle, whether it's life or death, has already met my wishes! "

"Same!" Ximen Chuuxue said coldly.

(End of this chapter)