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Pei Jingyue's bright eyes were full of grievances, and she said: "Well, Palace Mistress Lian Xing actually handed me over to her disciple, you don't know how cruel those two crazy women are, they actually took me~~~"

"What happened to you?" Fei Jian asked curiously.

Pei Jingyue blushed slightly, and said: "Forget it, my lord has a lot, so don't bother with them."

"By the way, have you met Grandmaster Ximen?" she asked.

Fei Jian and Tong Ming shook their heads.

"No, this Grandmaster Ximen is very mysterious, few people in the capital have seen it before." Fei Jian said.

"My little monk heard that Grandmaster Ximen's swordsmanship is very powerful, and the Wuxin swordsmen in the worship hall were all convinced by him, and even worshiped him as their teacher." Tong Ming said.

Fei Jian thought for a while and said: "However, it may be difficult to challenge Shen Ying. Shen Ying has become a grandmaster 30 years ago, and I heard that Grandmaster Ximen is only about 40 years old."

"Who knows, what if we win." Pei Jingyue said.

Pei Jingyue leaned in front of the two of them and said in a low voice, "You can place bets at the Money Gang, do you want to go?"

She winked at the two of them.

Tong Ming said: "Young monk doesn't gamble."

"Xiaosheng doesn't gamble." Fei Jian shook his head.

"Cut, it's boring. I bet 1 taels of silver. The odds are 28 to 28. If Grandmaster Ximen wins, I can get [-] taels." Pei Jingyue bragged.

"You bet on Grandmaster Ximen?" Fei Jian asked in surprise.

"Of course, a small bet is a big deal," Pei Jingyue said.

Fei Jian shrugged and didn't say any more.

In his mind, Ximen Chuuxue's winning rate should be zero.

suddenly.

The bustling lakeside became quiet, and a group of warriors in black cloaks came walking in the distance, just walking, exuding disturbing murderous intent.

"The black clothes of Baizongdian, these guys actually appeared!" Pei Jingyue said in surprise.

Fei Jian shook his head, and said in a low voice: "When it comes to the elders of Bailianzong, it is only natural for them to appear. There are 40 people in total, eight teams, which is enough to show that Baizongdian attaches great importance to this matter."

As a law enforcement agency in Jianghu, Baizongdian has many warriors who are similar to fast arresters. Among them, the most elite is black clothes. There are more than a hundred people in total, all of whom are high-grade warriors. Almost none of the warriors they are targeting chance of escape.

After those black-clothed warriors came to the lakeside, they looked around and rested in an open space.

After a moment.

A figure came across the lake.

Straight body, half-white long hair, wearing a loose white robe, with four long swords on the back of his head.

"Come on, come on, Elder Shen is here!"

Immediately, the surrounding warriors exclaimed, stretching their necks to look around the lake, wanting to catch a glimpse of the demeanor of the famous Elder of Bailianzong.

Just as Shen Ying was standing by the lake, a figure dressed in white Shengxue slowly walked out from the forest.

The white clothes are like snow, spotless.

As pale as snow.A blade as pale as snow.Ruxue's pale profile.Pale and lonely as snow.

Just standing there gives people a kind of loneliness that cannot be concealed.

Chapter 118 Your Sword Dao is Dishonest

"What a strange person!" Pei Jingyue said in a low voice.

"He's very strong!" Fei Jian stared blankly at the figure in white.

As a sword cultivator, he seemed to see something from Ximen Chuuxue, but he didn't seem to see anything.

"My way of the sword!" Fei Jian looked down at the sword in his hand, with suspicion in his eyes.

It was as if what he was holding was not a sword, but a stick.

"Why is that?" He wondered.

"Because you haven't touched the real way of the sword yet."

Suddenly, a voice sounded beside him.

He turned his head and looked over.

"Wuxin Swordsman!" he exclaimed in shock.

Ye Nanxin glanced at him and said, "You'd better not watch this match, or you will lose your sword skills."

Fei Jian looked down at his sword again, and finally nodded helplessly.

With just one glance, his sword heart seemed to be about to collapse. If he continued to look at it, he might miss the way of swordsman for the rest of his life.

"Thank you senior for your guidance!" Fei Jian took a deep breath, turned and left without hesitation.

Ye Nanxin nodded and didn't say much.

The reason why he warned Fei Jian was that he thought Fei Jian was a swordsman genius, nothing more.

With so many warriors around, only Fei Jian could feel his sword's heart crumbling. It wasn't Fei Jian's fault, on the contrary, he was the only one who felt Ximen Chuuxue's kendo.

It is precisely because of feeling that you will know how powerful the way of the sword is, and you will have doubts about your own way of the sword.

Fei Jian's departure did not affect other people, even Lian Ming and Pei Jingyue just glanced at it and ignored it.

by the lake.

Shen Ying and Ximen Chuuxue stared at each other, their eyes were shining brightly.

The sword hadn't been unsheathed yet, but the sharp momentum of the sword had shocked everyone around.

What is scary is not the sword power, but the person who releases the sword power.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the four swords on Shen Ying's back, and said, "You have a lot of swords!"

Shen Ying drew a sword from behind and said: "These four swords are the four swords of spring wind, summer sun, autumn rain, and winter snow, all of which are high-quality swords."

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the sword in his hand, then raised the sword in his hand, and said: "This sword is the sharpest weapon in the world. The blade is three feet seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and 13 taels."

"It's a good sword." Shen Ying said.

The two of them shined their swords, and the sharpness of the sword was even stronger. The strong sense of oppression made the cold wind even colder and piercing.

suddenly.

Wang Shouming walked out of the willow forest with his body bent.

"Both of them are winners of the world's swordsmanship, and they are responsible for the rise and fall of the world's swordsmanship. If one loses, the world will be sad. I hope that the two can reach it!"

There was silence all around, breathing could be heard, and everyone was staring at the three of them.

The birth of the two great swordsmen was already a grand event in the Jianghu world, and they didn't expect that even the Confucian master would show up, which made them very excited.

In terms of fame, Wang Shouming is No. 1 in the world no matter in court or in Jianghu.

There are three thousand disciples, and I go up to the clouds.

Wang Shouming never thought about going to the clouds, but his disciples had already pushed him to the clouds.

Shen Ying bowed slightly and said, "I would like to obey the words of the master."

Ximen Chuuxue also bowed to Wang Shouming.

Wang Shouming nodded slightly, sighed softly, and said, "Since the two of you have agreed, I won't disturb your pleasure."

After he left, Shen Ying and Ximen Chuuxue looked at each other again.

Under the bright sunshine, the two faced each other, and the ice crystals on the lake sparkled, reflecting their figures like a mirror.

"You are very strong!" Shen Ying said suddenly.

Ximen Chuuxue nodded expressionlessly.

He is indeed strong.

Shen Ying continued: "Facing you makes me feel excited. I haven't experienced this feeling in ten years."

"It's an honor to fight with you!"

Suddenly.

With a dragon chant, the sword soared into the sky.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the pale sword reflected the pale lake.

"let's start!"

Ximen Chuuxue said.

Shen Ying nodded slightly, and suddenly thrust out the Spring Wind Sword in her hand.

Ding!

The two swords faced each other, and the tips of the swords touched each other.

The next moment, Shen Ying's heart trembled, and her pupils constricted.

Although he already attached great importance to Ximen Chuuxue in his heart, he did not expect that Ximen Chuuxue's strength was far beyond his attention.

With just one probing move, he felt a strong killing intent.

The Spring Wind Sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if crying.

The two swords parted, and Shen Ying took several steps back.

"You are stronger than I expected!" He said solemnly.

Ximen Chuuxue said: "You are not bad either!"

Shen Ying stabilized her body, looked at him and said, "You only have one sword."

"You can use four swords!" Ximen Chuixue said.

The two are both masters of swordsmanship, perhaps because of their sympathy for each other, Shen Ying didn't want to take advantage of Ximen Chuuxue in weapons, but Ximen Chuuxue wanted him to show his full strength.

Shen Ying remained silent.

"The way of the sword is not limited to the sword, but the swordsman needs to control the sword. No matter what the sword weapon is, it is controlled by the swordsman. You don't need to care about it." Ximen Chuuxue said.

Shen Ying stared at him, there seemed to be a fire surging in her eyes.

The sun is getting brighter and brighter.

Clang!

The remaining three swords behind Shen Ying popped out suddenly, and they were suspended in front of him together with the Spring Wind Sword in his hand.

"This is the art of controlling the sword!" he said.

However, Ximen Chuuxue frowned when he looked at the four suspended swords.

"Your swordsmanship is dishonest!"

The art of controlling the sword may be very powerful, but it is divorced from the foundation of the way of the sword.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't know if there were other sword-control techniques in this world, but he knew that Shen Ying's sword-control techniques were just the application of opposing forces, not pure kendo.

Shen Ying also frowned slightly, not understanding what Ximen Chuuxue meant by dishonesty.

suddenly.

The four swords flew straight towards Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen Chuixue's white clothes fluttered, his hair fluttered, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out.

At this moment, the scorching sun was dim in the sky, and everything around him seemed to lose its color, as if all the brilliance was concentrated on the long sword in Ximen Chuuxue's hand.

The sword has been pierced.

But Jian Feng has not yet touched.

The palms of thousands of spectators around couldn't help but sweat. They felt the sharp edge of the sword, even if they were a hundred meters or even a thousand meters away, they couldn't help but tremble.

At this moment, Ximen Chuuxue's sword is the god of swords, the sword of gods.

Ximen Fuxue is a real god, a god without human emotions and without any weaknesses.