Sword Cultivation Behavior Map [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

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The ancients said that human joys and sorrows are inseparable, just as life and death do not meet each other.

Some people weep and weep like whispers, some people practice swords and make sword rain, and some people are facing an avalanche of speed and passion.

But these are not Fuxue's concern.

He is practicing his sword, suppressing his spiritual energy under the maple tree that came from nowhere in Wanmei Villa in this world, and waving it again and again in the simplest and simplest way, practicing his newly realized sword technique.

This is working hard for the competition with Ah Cheng.

Although at the age of 25, he has already experienced the duel of fate, but in this life he has not yet.

I have never experienced an avalanche, I have never faced a tsunami, and I have never seen landslides and ground cracks.

The three snow-capped mountains of Ximen's house became six cracks.

So young, how can he compare with Ah Cheng?

Chuuxue has never seen Acheng in this world, but he knows that no matter which world he is in, Acheng must be the top sword cultivator in this world.

From head to toe to soul, even his breathing carried the aura of a cold sword cultivator.

Everyone said that Chuuxue's sword was a god's sword, and the person who Chuuxue was a sword god.

But Chuuxue never agrees, he is not a god, he cannot ascend to heaven or enter the earth, he is just the most ordinary sword repairer in the world.

At most, it can shake mountains and chop seas, and survive a few thunderstorms.

But Ah Cheng is different, Ah Cheng is not a human being.

When Chuuxue was still working and resting regularly, when the sun rose and went to sleep, Ah Cheng had already started practicing swords at the beach all night, and drifted with Ah Jun in the ocean of kendo day and night.

Day and night, nights that never sleep.

Although there is no Ajun in this world, Chuuxue believes that Ye Gucheng in this world must be as powerful and respectable as Dayu's Acheng.

Even if Ye Gucheng, who has just reached the crown at this time, can't divide the sea with one sword, Chuuxue believes that he must have been able to create huge waves while practicing sword at the beach.

Facing such a powerful Ah Cheng, how could Fubuki fall behind?

Fubuki is a swordsman, willing to be lonely but never willing to be weak.

Even if he doesn't intend to interfere with the full moon agreement in this world, he will never allow himself to be weak and disregarded at this time.

He is going to get stronger.

After coming here and finding that he was not strong enough, Fuxue immediately wrote down his experience of swordsmanship for this world, and formulated and implemented a plan for practicing swords that was stricter than when he was in Dayu.

Day and night, the wind and snow continued.

[Swish——! ]

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The red leaves are shredded and the wind blows.

Under the red sunset, the sword light and shadow.

It's fierce and fierce, it's terrible.

Ah, what a touching blowing snow!With such hard work and such perseverance, even if the happy event at the door disappears overnight, there is no trace of fragility.

No complaints, no sorrow, only full of motivation to break through.

So moving.

Sun Nvxia poked her head out of the window quietly, looked and looked at the figure of Chuuxue practicing sword, then suddenly turned around and squatted down, leaning her back against the wall, and covered her mouth forcefully.

She was enduring, trying to endure the surging waves in her heart with all her strength.

Unfortunately, she failed.She was too emotional, too thoughtful, and too emotional, but in the end she couldn't hold back the sparkle in the corners of her eyes.

Biting his lip, shed tears, and let out a muffled sigh that shook his soul——

God!Worthy of being a male god!

He is really sober and strong, even if he is in another world, he never puts his expectations on the unpredictable will of God.

He is working hard, trying to hold his destiny in his own hands, struggling day and night, to step through the void as soon as possible, return to Dayu, and return to City Lord Ye's side.

As expected of her, the most beautiful sword cultivator's love in the hearts of countless Dayu people, the city gate blows snow!

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Sunnvxia choked up.

For the love of Chuuxue at the city gate, for the youth of Dayu Sword Cultivators, and for the most passionate innocence in the world.

This is the number of times she has cried since she strayed into Daxing.

These days, she is always crying, sometimes for her weakling in this world, and sometimes for her love that she often knocks.

Unlike Fuxue, Sunnv Xia got her own memories from this world when she came.

She knew that her junior brother died instantly under the blowing snow sword, and she also knew her master's belching.

She is neither angry nor angry, because she is a sword cultivator, the light of Emei, and the new Thunder King in the future, and she has already taken life and death lightly.

After all, as a sword cultivator, it's normal to have a fight and fight to the death, and the married couples are all fighting before marriage.

In the words of her elder brother who became a Taoist priest, life and death are in the sky, and wealth is up to fate.

Since he chose to compete with swords, he can't blame others when he dies, but he can only blame himself for being too weak.

Not to mention the death of Jianxiu in the sword competition, can that be called death?

That's called martyrdom, and it's something thousands of swordsmen can't dream of.

That's why she won't cry for her junior brother and master.

Anyway, according to the rushy style of the two of them, every time they go out, they have to prepare their own coffin, and it will be a matter of lying in it sooner or later.

cry?That's a waste, and the old man doesn't deserve it.

Her tears belonged to herself, for her people, for her heart, for her suffocating weak chicken in this world.

Thinking of her, Sun Xiuqing's life was bright and upright, and she was responsible for the important task of Guangyang Emei Sword Sect. She made a good sword and a butterfly foot.

Although it is not as good as the previous King of Thunder and Lightning, he can still be called the Lord of Thunder and Lightning at any rate.

What she is most proud of is the butterfly footwork learned from the ancient books left by the ancient twin-sword fairy princess Gongsun, which is as light as dancing, but also light and fast.

In order to be more perfect, she even gave up the opportunity to watch the decisive battle of Chuuxue at the city gate with her master back then, and resolutely chose to knock on the door of the orthodox Gongsun Jianwu successor, King Lei Dian, to study butterfly feet all night and all the moon.

After unremitting efforts, she has achieved great achievements. In terms of exquisite footwork and unparalleled speed, Dayu is invincible.

If she used all her strength, she dared to say that even Chuuxue at the city gate would not want to catch her.

But it was just like this, she never imagined that she in this other world could be so weak.

incredible.

At the same age, although she hadn't perfected her butterfly feet back then, she was enough to break into the siege of the killer in Tsing Yi Building without turning back, but here she couldn't even dodge a mere needle.

Needles, needles from Shangguan Feiyan, a second-rate woman whose name has never been heard before.

Fortunately, when she got the needle, there was a male god in this world beside her, who rescued her from the hands of Hades with a medical skill comparable to that of a fairy, otherwise she would probably stink when she got a big job.

It's really not good at swordsmanship.

What's even more outrageous is that she didn't know what she was thinking in this life, but she decided to pursue the male god directly after being caught, and tried to make a promise with her body, and from then on she would be a husband and a child.

God, God!

A husband and a child!at this time!

She knew that the male god was very handsome, and she could not repay her life-saving grace.But is this what an Emei heroine should do at this time?

Master, brother, sister, and sister have just belched, and Emei has not yet revived. It's okay if you don't want to become stronger, and you want to retire from the world.

Too much, too insulting to the sword.

The insult was so insulting that Granddaughter Xia couldn't help but hugged the beloved ancestral swords when she thought about it, and choked up with grief while chirping at the swords.

Bao, mother's double sword treasure, you have suffered.

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Two swords kissed madly:

Suffocated, what happened to this generation of sword repair masters?

Let go, pervert!

The two swords and sword spirits each shrank in the corners of the sword body and hugged themselves tightly.

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The desolate autumn wind, the sharp sword.Fuxue who practices swords, tears watching swords.

The granddaughter is sad, ruthlessly.

The more the crowd watched Fuxue's amazing swordsmanship, the deeper the sadness in her heart.

She couldn't bear the dust of love sword, and couldn't understand herself in this world.

What made her sadder was the love in her heart.

The little deer in her heart died, and died early in that inn back then, that twenty-year-old Chuuxue's cold eyes and winter-like dog language.

It has been five years now, and Xiao Lu's body has turned to ashes, and Xiao Lu's soul has turned to dust.

No more.

Completely, absolutely dead.

But, that's just a deer.Her person is still alive, her heart is not dead, and she can still love other people's love, which is very scary.

That's right, it was talking about blowing snow at the city gate.

Since the death of Lu Xueshou, Sunnv Xia has learned the complete internal gossip of Jianxiu from her master, completely understood her own innocence, understood Jianxiu's youth, and fell in love with the true feelings of Chuuxue at the city gate.

She was fascinated, and she was fascinated with her junior sisters for more than half of her youth, and finally waited until their wedding date.

But now that the wedding is approaching, the snow is still blowing, but the gate of the city has disappeared, instead, a beautiful green grassland suddenly appeared.

Unfortunately, Xiuqing and Xue are not worthy.

After all, Qingqing Grassland does not snow.Even if it is done, the grass must die, and the white sheep will all be wiped out.

It's better not to, the bitterness still freezes the mouth, it's not easy to knock at all.

Thinking of this, Sun Nvxia raised her head, and the corners of her eyes that were finally killed were shining again.

She looked out of the window quietly, her beautiful eyes soaked with wounds.

Fubuki is still practicing sword.

The maple leaves on the ground are all at the end, and the fiery red maple trees are all bald.

He is still practicing.

It never stopped.

Sun Xiuqing looked at him, at the lonely back of this sword cultivator, at the setting sun facing him like three people.

Counting the days, when she entered the big business by mistake, there were only five days left before the auspicious wedding day of the male god.

These five days used to be such a short time, so short that it even made people feel a little flustered.

But now it is so far away, far away beyond time and space, across life and death and parting.

It's so sad.Sun Nvxia thought to herself.

It was so shocking that even she, the onlooker sword cultivator, couldn't help trembling and burst into tears.

The rush made her quick thinking at this moment, her inspiration became bursting, and even her writing that had been dry for a long time became smooth.

She couldn't help raising her hand and pulling out the paper, and squatting by the window, she picked up a pen and ink, swiped a few times, and wrote a few big characters in the flowing water——

The snow blowing at the city gate separates man from heaven.

Pure Love God of War, by.

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Chuuxue, who was practicing her sword, had a feeling in her heart, and suddenly drew her sword and came to the window, lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and looked at Fei Mo, the grandson's crazy book——

It turns out that you are the one who wrote the words "Chuixue at the city gate" to spread throughout Dayu's storybook.

Sun Xiuqing!