Sword Cultivation Behavior Map [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

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The wind is blowing, the water is flying, the sun is shining brightly, and the dead dogs on the ground no longer see mad tears.

Fubuki calmly retracted his sword.

His face was still cold, and so were his eyes, without a trace of fluctuating indifference, as if the dead dogs on the ground were not dead dogs he had killed, and the red dripping from their bodies was not blood either.

At this time, it was approaching dusk, and the gorgeous but slightly reddish sun shone on his white clothes, as if it had been stained with a little blood.

But, it seems to be just like.

The white clothes are still white clothes, spotless, like snow.

But the sword in his hand was stained with some blood.It was bright red, and it was extremely obtrusive to the eyes on the smooth and shiny sword body that had been maintained not long ago.

Fubuki stared at the blood on the sword, but said nothing.But those eyes that didn't change even when he started to move were slightly heavy.

He forgot to bring the essential oil for raising the sword.

As a top swordsman of a generation, Fubuki is cold and ruthless, never being moved by the world.

However, such indifference does not mean lack of etiquette.

Chuuxue is an educated and cultured swordsman, who has been familiar with medical skills since he was a child, and has also studied the Book of Rites, Confucius and Mencius.

He is so moral and self-cultivated, and he has been well-cultivated to understand a truth since he was a child, that is, to show proper respect when visiting.

What's more, what he was going to meet was his half-brother, A Jun, whom he hadn't seen for many years.

Ah Jun is a swordsman, and Chuuxue is also a swordsman.

What is the most respectful expression for a sword cultivator?That, of course, is the first time to discuss swords after meeting.

At that time, the two swords were unsheathed.

With Ah Jun's habit of raising swords, his sword must be brand new and sharp.

And blowing snow?The blade that was supposed to be like autumn frost was stained with blood?

Wouldn't this be the greatest disrespect?

No, this is not possible.

Fubuki refused to be such a rude swordsman.

So, he lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and blew lightly on his beloved sword, and the blood that hindered the eyes rolled down in clusters.

The wind blew leisurely, bringing up the corner of his immaculate robe.He lowered his eyes, blew on the sword, and let the sunlight jump on his body, covering him, surrounding him, making him as dazzling as a god.

There was no expression on his face.He was still cold, but the coldness at this moment contained solemnity and holiness.

At this moment, is he blowing the blood on the sword?

No, it's not.

What he was blowing was the frost on the sword cultivator's soul, the white snow that covered the supreme dignity of the sword cultivator.

Ah, such a solemn and pious swordsman, so pious that the passers-by who just walked out of the house and didn't know what happened outside couldn't help but move.

Su Shaoying, a passer-by, paused.

He had just fought against Huamanlou in the house, he had seen Huamanlou's seemingly picturesque but fierce Liuyun Feishou, and he had tried Huamanlou's deciphering thousands of swordsmanship as a single style.

He is one of the successors of the Emei Sword Sect, and he and his brothers and sisters are commonly known as the Emei Seven Swordsmen, the Three Elites and the Four Talents.

He has always been proud and extremely confident in his swordsmanship.

But today, when he met Huamanlou and heard Huamanlou's understanding of swordsmanship, he realized that his practice was still lacking.

Su Shaoying was in a daze, but she was still confident in her sword skills.

So what if Huamanlou has unique insights into swordsmanship?What he cultivates is not swords, he is only good at martial arts, how can he know the unique superbness of swordsmanship?

Su Shaoying thought so, and didn't want to argue with Hua Manlou, so she stepped out of the house.

Then, as soon as he stepped out of the door with his front foot, he saw the white and proud person standing upright like a green pine outside the door with his back foot——

Simon, Fuxue.

Su Shaoying had never seen Chuuxue before, but he recognized it immediately.

This man, this god-like man is the top sword cultivator he talks about every day.

According to the police, Ximen Chuuxue is worthy of the title of Sword God.But in his early twenties, he had the perfect swordsmanship that shook the world and moved ghosts and gods.

He is destined to be a god, whether it is the sword technique in his hand or the sword heart he realized, it is unprecedented and unprecedented.

Su Shaoying didn't know how powerful Ximen Chuuxue was, but he knew that he refused to accept it.

He couldn't accept that Simon was praised so much by him*, and he couldn't accept that Simon was like a god.

*It is an amazing existence to say that Ximen Chuuxue stepped into the rivers and lakes when he was young and has never seen defeat since he made a move.But Su Shaoying didn't think so.

It is true that Ximen Chuuxue has not seen defeat, but the days he shows up every year are too few, so few people are defeated by his sword every year.

Can a man with few duels really be said to be undefeated?

Su Shaoying didn't believe it.

Not only because of Ximen Chuuxue's record, but also because of his age.

He was too young, almost the same as Su Shaoying.

The Emei Seven Swords is a very talented existence.

Eldest brother Zhang Fengying has excellent swordsmanship, he has already passed the examination of the head of Emei a few years ago, and was designated as the next generation successor, and was given the title Guhong.

The elder sister is even more powerful, she has already shown extraordinary talent in the early stage of entry, and is called a genius once in a hundred years by the authorities, even the elder brother has to bow down.

And what about Su Shaoying?Compared with his senior brothers and sisters, his talent in the master's school is slightly inferior, but he is also a generation of arrogance.Looking at the entire rivers and lakes, there are very few people who can compare with him.

He himself is already close to the peak among the heroes of this generation, and further up is the top where the brothers and sisters are.

In this way, so what if Ximen Chuuxue is powerful?Can it still fly to the sky?

It turns out that it is.

Compared with contemporary heroes, Ximen Chuuxue is not only in the sky, but also in the sky of the previous generation.

It's a pity that Su Shaoying, who is full of blood, doesn't know this suffocating fact.

Like many of his peers, he has the boldness unique to the younger generation.When necessary, that courage can even cover the sky.

He was always so brave, always so lively, so competitive.

In other words, he protects people so well that this brat still doesn't know how high the sky is outside and how thick the ground is.

As long as he farts all day long, he will be beaten by the society sooner or later outside.

Poor Su Shaoying didn't know that his old woman had already seen through everything, and at this time he was excited, ready to challenge the sword god who had always existed in legends.

He had already figured it out, he would choose a heavier sword.Use his arm strength and fierce and fierce swordsmanship to restrain the sharp sword path of this sword god.

Sword cultivators like Ximen Chuuxue, who take the fast way of the sword, have always used the swordsmanship of hard work and the way of strength.

No matter how powerful and experienced a sword cultivator is, it will definitely take a hard fight against an opponent who has added a knife technique to his sword technique.

Hmph, if you don't have enough experience in battle, then the sword repairer will lose if he is not careful.

Thinking that the sword god who was crazily promoted by the police would be defeated by him, Su Shaoying's heart was agitated, and she couldn't help but ignited a raging fire full of fighting intent.

However, no matter how fierce the fire is, there must be wood as fuel.

But Fubuki is neither fuel nor firewood.He is a cold ice cube from the thousand-year-old snow mountain.

He is so cold, so cold, so freezing.

The frozen man had to let the young Agni burn wantonly behind him, but he didn't give Agni the slightest look.

This made Liehuo puzzled. He called Chuuxue's name several times but received no response. Finally, he couldn't help provoking, "Ximen Sword God, what do you mean? You dare not even accept my challenge?"

Fuxue ignored him, put the sword back into its sheath, and didn't even tilt his eyes.

Outrageous!

As an arrogance of a generation, Su Shaoying has traveled the rivers and lakes for many years, and has been regarded as the guest of honor all the way, how could she have received such disregarded treatment?

He was inevitably annoyed, and he gritted his teeth, "You are the sword god, could it be that you have a false name, are you afraid?"

His tone was bitter, with obvious disdain, and when he listened carefully, there was a mocking sarcasm.Ordinary people would have been unable to bear it long ago, filled with anger, and fought in response, but Chuuxue didn't.

Is it because he is gentle and has a good temper?No, because he didn't hear it at all.

This is normal.

After all, Fubuki is a swordsman.He is so pure, from head to toe and every hair is shining with the unique light of sword repair.

Unique, independent light.

Like his good brother Ah Jun, many times he can't see anyone in his beautiful starry eyes, and he is always easy to immerse himself in his own world, and his ears don't hear anything outside the window at all.

But better than Ah Jun, Fubuki's immersion can be broken, as long as the right key is used.

A key with only two words——

Sword repair.

Ah, sword cultivator, what a simple yet profound word.

But it is such a simple and easy-to-understand word, Su Shaoying, an idiot, can't guess it after thousands of poking and poking, and is still barking at the word "Sword God".

Sword God?

What is a sword god?

What does this kind of name that you know at first glance that it was a random name created by people from the rivers and lakes have anything to do with him Chuuxue?

He, Chuuxue, is just an ordinary swordsman who is competing with his good brother for the first place.

He looked up at the sky.

Well, it's still early.He wants to go back and find a place to practice swords for a while, and make good preparations for the future competition with Ah Jun.

With this in mind, Fubuki turned around and left.

Looking at Chuuxue's back, the flame in Su Shaoying's heart trembled.

He didn't expect that, as a master young hero, there would be a day when he failed to provoke, but he was so angry that he wanted to jump.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved, picked up a heavy long sword from the scattered weapons on the ground, and slid like the wind to Chuuxue's body, pointed at the long sword, and shouted, "Ximen Chuuxue, you ! Do you dare to compare swords with me?"

Fighting swords?

Fubuki stopped.

This time, he finally heard it.

He glanced at the sword pointed in front of his eyes, and gave Su Shaoying a light look.

He said, "This is not your sword."

"Why not?" Su Shaoying sneered, "This sword is in my hand, so it is my sword."

"You!" He snapped, "Sword out!"

Fubuki looked at him, but didn't speak.

As we all know, Chuuxue's sword is a murderous sword, and it is so fierce that it interprets his way.

He seldom uses his sword, because once he uses his sword, there will only be two consequences, either the enemy will die or he will live.

So far, none of the Jianghu people who let him draw his sword can survive from his sword.

Oh, except Ah Jun.

He is not from the rivers and lakes.

Fubuki is a very principled swordsman.His sword can only be unsheathed for two kinds of people, one is the damned person, and the other is the sword repair in challenge.

Obviously, Su Shaoying was not the former one.

Fubuki stared at the young man in front of him, from his frowning brows to his eyes full of anger, and finally fell on the sword that did not belong to him.

"No," he said.

"Why?" Su Shaoying's face turned pale, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she asked, "Ximen Chuuxue, are you still a sword cultivator?"

Fubuki nodded calmly.

Su Shaoying said loudly: "Then you still reject my challenge. Why?"

Fuxue quietly looked into Su Shaoying's eyes, earnestly, as if she wanted the young man in front of her to realize something.

But it's a pity that Su Shaoying is an idiot. Although she is talented, she will still be beaten up by her senior sister when she is practicing swords.

He's not very good at Chinese, he'll get so angry that his hair falls out.

To let him comprehend it by himself, and to comprehend it from the eyes of a sword repairman like Fuxue who has been so perfect from the heart to the heart, this kind of possibility is really a bit too low.

It's even lower than when he suddenly finds a wife and falls in love at dusk.

Fuxue felt a little pity.

I have to admit that this young man is indeed a talented person.It can be seen from the fact that he chose to use a sword that focuses on strength in order to restrain Chuuxue's swordsmanship.

It's a pity that he is still too weak and too ignorant, not knowing that no amount of skill is useless in front of the truly top-notch swordsmanship.

Too young, this man named Su Shaoying.

If he is given another 20 years, perhaps his swordsmanship is still expected to compete with Fubuki.But this hope is only in the face of Fubuki now.

Fuxue was a kind swordsman in his heart, so kind that he didn't want to hurt this young man.

It's a pity, it's a pity, Su Shaoying is blind, a blind man who can't read Jianxiu's eyes at all.

Helpless, Fuxue could only move the corners of his lips.

His lips are thin, and the color is light pink, which is typical coldness at a glance.

He was as cold as him, like an ancient god, with a holy indifference to mortals that could not be concealed.

I saw his thin lips slightly parted, and then spit out a series of words that were so cold as to be bone-chilling, "Yes"

"You are not a sword cultivator."

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Su Shaoying and Su Shaoying's pupils shattered.

A staggering.

Hearing a loud bang, he fell to his knees and sat on the ground with his sword in hand.

God, God!

Not sword repair!

It's really a vicious word.

It was unbelievably ferocious, this, this actually came from the mouth of a top-level sword cultivator, a sword god like a snow lotus in Tianshan Mountain.

Ximen Chuuxue, I didn't expect, I didn't expect that you with such thick eyebrows and big eyes are so pure and pure, but you actually have such a femme fatale inside.

Su Shaoying clutched her chest stiffly.

At this moment, he heard it.

He heard his own heart, the heart of the colorful young man full of lust and passion was so broken.

It shattered into pieces, splashed all over the ground like ice sand, and then flew into the air in the soft summer wind.

Feide, since then, has never been seen again.

Ah!

Ximen blows snow!

Su Shaoying took a deep breath of cold air, mustered up the courage to suppress the grief in her heart, and prepared to let go of his hand, betting on her name as Second Hero Su, and argue with the sword god Chuuxue.

However, who would have thought that as soon as he raised his head, he discovered a more terrifying thing——

Fubuki, Fuyuki, he's gone!

Just when Su Shaoying's heart was broken by the vicious words, and she was heartbroken, Chuuxue, he had already drifted away!

God!

This incident was so cruel that the young Su Shaoying could no longer bear the grief in her heart, her eyes were sore.

The next moment, tears finally fell silently to the ground.

ah!Simon!Ximen Fuxue!

hate it!