Ruthless Lian Erye in the Red Chamber

When Ximen Chuuxue heard the familiar name, his pupils suddenly shrank: "Sun, Sun Wangmei?"

"Why, you don't even remember your son's name!" Jia Lian's eyes flashed a hint of sarcasm, and he sneered, "Last time, I lost the battle between you and me in the Zijin Mountain, so I died here." Under your sword, you accidentally plunged into this person, this time, I will not lose." As his voice fell, the sword energy that was originally imposing like a rainbow was instantly withdrawn, and the whole person seemed to be holding a sword in his hand. Like a statue holding a sword, there was no sound.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes lit up: "It's very good, very good that you can reach this level."

Jia Lian narrowed her eyes: "It's not good for me to have a father like you."

Ximen Chuuxue was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help clenching the hilt of his sword.

"I never understood what my mother meant when she named me Wangmei, Wangmei, whether she hoped to return to Emei again, or looked at Wanmei Villa in the distance. Until the end, I didn't know whether she loved you or hated you. You, but at the end of her life, she hoped that I could defeat you, so this time I agreed."

Ximen Chuuxue frowned slightly. That woman should be the only person in his life who has ever been tempted. Then, he gave up. For his ruthless swordsmanship, he gave up his wife and their children.

Ximen Chuuxue pursed his lips, unable to speak for a moment.

"Is your heart disturbed?" Jia Lian sneered: "Should I be happy to make your heart disturbed?" After speaking, he slowly put down his sword: "I can wait until your heart calms down, although we The way of swordsmanship is different, and how people behave in the world is different, but I understand respect for a swordsman."

Ximen Chuuxue looked at Jia Lian with complicated eyes for a long time, and finally let out a breath, and his whole body became fierce again: "Last time, I didn't beat you." After speaking, he raised his long sword and pointed it at Jia Lian. God, back again.

Jia Lian hooked the corners of his lips slightly, and also pointed his sword at Ximen Chuuxue: "This time, I will definitely win."

What is the duel of sword masters? It is a duel that you need to watch without blinking and without letting go of any details, and you may not be able to see the way.

However, the top swordsmen, the masters who have found their own way of swordsmanship and faintly touched the threshold of this way of swordsmanship, it is not that you can see why by opening your eyes wide.

Situ Xu and everyone present felt this way.

At the beginning, Jia Lian and Ximen Chuuxue's swords were extremely fast, so fast that they only saw afterimages but no figures at all, and heard the sound of weapons colliding on the top of the hall, but they didn't know where the sound came from. .

Everyone present couldn't help breaking into a cold sweat. These people, no matter whether they were skilled in martial arts or not, would find it incredible.

Suddenly, Jia Lian's figure appeared, and he stood quietly on the top of the hall without moving a bit, holding the Dragon Sword up or down in his hand, and the sound of weapons colliding at any time let people know that he was still there. Play against people, not in space.

Jia Lian's eyes became brighter, and the smile on the corners of his mouth grew wider, but his movements became slower and slower, making people feel that with such slow movements, Ximen Chuuxue's sword would be inserted into his chest at any time.

"Not enough, not enough," Jia Lian murmured, looking up at Ximen Chuuxue.Perhaps the people below couldn't see Ximen Chuuxue's figure because of his speed, but he could see him clearly: "Is that all? Why hasn't your swordsmanship improved at all?"

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly opened his eyes wide, took a step back, and showed his figure, standing on the other side of the roof.

Jia Lian shook his head: "Your swordsmanship has not improved at all compared to my last competition. Could it be that you have encountered a bottleneck, or that your so-called ruthless swordsmanship was wrong from the very beginning."

Ximen Chuuxue said with a sullen face, "I thought you shouldn't talk during the sword fight."

"It's just a little disappointing, so I have to say that I have been aiming at you since I was a child. Now, I finally understand that you are not a sword god, and you are just a mortal, and a mortal uses extremely fast swordsmanship. " Jia Lian stared at Ximen Chuuxue coldly, seeing his slowly calming breath, shook his head: "To be honest, I have some regrets, but you should also watch my swordsmanship."

After finishing speaking, Jia Lian flicked the Dragon Chanting Sword in his hand, and the Dragon Chanting Sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, and inserted it into the square with a 'ding' sound. Looking up at Jia Lian with a sword that is a foot deep, what on earth is he trying to do? How could he throw away the sword when comparing swords? Is he looking for death?

"Everything is a sword. As long as you have a sword in your heart, it doesn't matter whether you have it in your hand or not." After speaking, Jia Lian raised two fingers together and pointed slowly towards Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen Chuuxue's expression changed drastically, and he quickly raised his sword to stop him.

Even though he couldn't see it, he seemed to feel the invisible sword in Jia Lian's hand. This one, which seemed to have sword aura but not sword aura, made his whole body tense. The sharpest sword he took.

Everything happened so inexplicably, everyone only saw Jia Lian slowly raised his hand, Ximen Chuuxue immediately raised his sword to meet him, Jia Lian's fingers didn't even touch Ximen Chuuxue's sword, Ximen Chuuxue's sword that had come forward was gone It stopped moving, and then, the sharp sword, as if it had pierced something extremely hard, slowly cracked, suddenly shattered into pieces, and exploded in all directions.

Situ Xu tilted his head slightly, avoiding the fragments of the sword that were blown up, and then raised his eyes, and saw Ximen Chuuxue half kneeling on the ground, and took out a big mouthful of blood.

Jia Lian looked down at the embarrassed Ximen Chuuxue: "You lost."

Ximen Fuxue nodded: "I lost."

"After all, you are only a mortal and not a god. The so-called ruthless swordsmanship and the unity of human and sword are nothing more than turning yourself into a sharp sword. You have become a sword, so how can you use a sword to make a sword? The sword controls you." Jia Lian smiled slightly, but his face was neither sad nor joyful: "In my way of the sword, everything can be a sword. The so-called heart sword is not controlled by the sword. I use the sword and I let go to control the sword. "

As soon as the words fell, layers of dark clouds suddenly condensed in the sky, and the dark clouds became more and more thick, slowly pressing towards Jia Lian.

Jia Lian raised his eyes, stared coldly at the dark clouds above his head that seemed to overwhelm the overwhelming coercion, and curled the corners of his mouth.

Jia Lian lowered her head and looked at Situ Xu who had stood up and looked at her worriedly: "Don't worry, my friend, but maybe I have to leave."

Situ Xu's eyes widened, and all his muscles tensed up. The dark cloud seemed to strike lightning, thundering over the Fengtian Hall where successive emperors were enshrined. Is this a warning from heaven to him as an emperor?

At this moment, he was not worried about Jia Lian anymore, because Jia Lian had already told him that he would be fine, but his keen political sensitivity made him subconsciously turn his head to look at the faces of those clan ministers. When his face turned pale, he nodded slightly, and then raised his head, the thunder had already struck down that day.

Jia Lian kept the corners of his mouth curled up, looking at the sky thunder that was falling towards him, and raised his hand to cut it, just like two huge swords colliding, a flash of light flashed, in that light, everyone squinted their eyes, as if watching In Jia Lian's hand, it was as if he was really holding a huge sword.

Immediately afterwards, the second thunder came down, Jia Lian's body moved slightly, he folded his palms together, and struck upwards again: "Swordsman with a heart, the sword starts from the heart, and the sword is for me."

As his words fell, the third thunder struck, and Jia Lian faced the thunder with his whole body: "I use a sword, everything is a sword, and everything is for my use."

His body collided with Tian Lei, emitting a blinding light, which forced people to close their eyes. Then, the Dragon Sword that had been inserted into the ground suddenly let out a dragon roar, and a dragon shadow came out through the air. Go for the light.

When everyone came back to their senses and looked up again, Jia Lian had stopped in mid-air, the dark cloud that originally contained infinite coercion had dissipated and turned into a colorful auspicious cloud, and from the auspicious cloud, a colorful glow , according to Jia Lian.

Jia Lian turned her head slightly, looking at Situ Xu who was staring at her seriously: "My friend, we will meet later."

As the words fell, Jia Lian flew towards the glow and disappeared above the colorful auspicious clouds, and the colorful glow shining on him also disappeared after Jia Lian disappeared.The whole sky returned to its original calm.

Everyone stared blankly at the top of Fengtian Temple, and they didn't know who spoke. For a while, the whole square boiled up.

"This is, this is ascending to a fairy. Jia Lian has become a fairy. Jia Lian has become a fairy."

Situ Xu looked at the crowd who were already boiling because of Jia Lian's ascension, and his whole face relaxed. He looked sideways at the foreign envoys, and found that all of them had fear on their faces, and finally they were expressions. The corners of his lips curled up happily.

Everyone knelt down and bowed to the ground: "Auspiciousness descended from the sky, the emperor's prosperity is equal to the sky, long live long live long live."

Amidst the congratulations, Ximen Chuuxue sat on the glazed tiles on the top of Fengtian Hall, looked up at the direction in which Jia Lian disappeared, and after a long while, he curled his lips: "Could it be that I was wrong!" Then, he His figure became lighter and weaker, and slowly disappeared into the air.

In the first year of Jialong, Jia Lian of Wangmei Mountain Villa entered Taoism with a sword and ascended to immortality. He was specially named "Prince Yizhong" and his daughter Zhang Fuyu "Prince Yizhong". He also became the most famous emperor of the Daqing Dynasty. For a time, the people supported him and all nations came to the dynasty, becoming the most famous "Jialong Prosperity".

Jia Lian opened his eyes and found a familiar person standing opposite him.

Ximen Chuuxue?Jia Lian narrowed his eyes, wondering why Ximen Chuuxue was still here, he turned his head subconsciously, when he saw the environment he was in, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he was relieved.

Now, he is Sun Wangmei, not Jia Lian.

"Are you sure you want to compete with me?" Ximen Chuuxue looked at Sun Wangmei indifferently: "You should know that as a swordsman, even if you are my son, I will not show mercy."

Sun Wangmei looked at Ximen Chuixue's appearance, but bent the corners of his mouth: "You practice the way of ruthless sword."

"Exactly."

Sun Wangmei nodded: "Then, let's start."

Ximen Chuuxue nodded, and drew his sword to point at Sun Wangmei, only to see Sun Wangmei put down the long sword in his hand, raised his hand and swung it at himself. Out of instinct, Ximen Chuuxue raised his sword once, and immediately found that Sun Wangmei's wave contained infinite energy. The sword energy only shocked him back a few steps, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding.

Sun Wangmei met Ximen Chuuxue's shocked eyes, and shook his head: "Ruthless swordsmanship, wrong." After speaking, he picked up the black sheath sword on the ground, hung it on his waist, turned and left.

Lu Xiaofeng, who was originally watching the battle from the sidelines, opened his eyes wide and looked at Sun Wangmei who had only taken a few steps before disappearing from his field of vision. He had to admit in his heart that Ximen Chuuxue's son's martial arts were the No. 1 martial arts he had ever seen. Even the Jade Rakshasa in the west should not be his opponent.

"Ximen Chuuxue, are you okay?" Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward, looked at Ximen Chuuxue who was staring at him blankly, and frowned worriedly: "You are hurt."

"Ruthless Sword Dao, wrong?"

"Ah?" Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened with confusion.

"Ruthless Kendo, wrong!" As Ximen Chuuxue's voice fell, his body slowly became transparent, and disappeared without a trace while Lu Xiaofeng was stunned.