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Chapter 119 The First Sword God
But Shen Ying's four swords were already in chaos, and the originally neat formation became messy.Even the direction pointed by the sword's edge has changed.

See here.

Shen Ying's complexion changed slightly, and her breathing became rapid.

He stretched out his hand, and Dongxue Sword came into his hand, and the pale long sword pierced out.

He holds this sword in his hand.

The distance between the two is getting closer, and they are already close in the blink of an eye.

This sword was Shen Ying's last sword, the sword he tried his best, and the sword that decided the outcome.

suddenly.

The two stopped.

Cyclone wind waves spread in all directions like water waves.

Rolled up ice crystals were scattered in the air, shining brightly under the sunlight.

There was silence between the sky and the earth, and the audience around them all stood still, their pupils constricted suddenly.It was as if a towering mountain was pressing down on their hearts, making them feel like they were about to suffocate.

Shen Ying lowered her head in disbelief, looking at the pale sword blade on her chest.

He felt a wave of fear, hopeless fear, as if his life was about to end.

He couldn't help but groaned, the point of his sword touched the ground, and he knelt down on one knee.

At the same time, a smear of bright red blood sprayed out from Ximen Chuixue's shoulder.

"Thank you!"

Shen Ying said hoarsely.

He was defeated by this sword, completely defeated, convinced.

Ximen Chuuxue held back his sword at the end and did not stab, otherwise he would be dead now.

But he didn't hold back his sword edge, and stabbed Ximen Chuuxue's shoulder.

If Ximen Chuuxue's sword stabbed down, he would die, but Ximen Chuuxue would not be injured.

In the final analysis, it was because his swordsmanship was inferior to Ximen Chuuxue.

He wanted to thank Ximen Chuxue for not killing him.

Ximen Chuuxue retracted his sword, looked at the wound on his shoulder, and frowned slightly.

"you are welcome!"

"I lost!" Shen Ying stood up, staring at Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen Chuuxue remained silent.

Shen Yingdao: "In Dali, you are the number one in swordsmanship. My swordsmanship seems to be far behind yours."

He looked down at the sword in his hand and let out a long sigh.

The world is slightly cold, but the sun is very charming.

The audience around were panting violently, as if they were the ones fighting just now.

Under the shining ice crystals, the figure slowly left, and everyone's eyes followed the figure.

At this moment, everyone felt a kind of loneliness, a loneliness that is overwhelmingly cold.

Among the willows, Wang Shouming watched the slowly disappearing figure with a kind smile on his old face.

"Little friend Ximen really won't lose!"

Afterwards, he also bent his body and left slowly.

In the crowd, Ye Nanxin also looked at the disappearing figure with a bright smile on his lips.

A simple and bright smile like a child.

"This is the real way of the sword!"

He murmured softly.

Turning around and leaving, the sword light in his eyes grew stronger as he walked.

"Senior brother!"

An old man came to Shen Ying and looked at Shen Ying worriedly.

Shen Ying shook her head, but looked at the scattered swords on the ground, and then he looked at the Dongxue sword in his hand.

"I don't need this sword!"

He threw Dongxue Sword on the ground.

What's the use of having more swords?

If you are not good at swordsmanship, you will still lose.

Although he lost this competition, he gained a lot.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword shattered his heart of cultivation, but made him condense his heart of swordsmanship.

He saw the real way of the sword and understood the true existence of the way of the sword.

"Junior brother, this sword~~" The old man's expression changed slightly.

This sword is a high-quality sword, let alone a set of four, even a single handle is a high-quality sword, even in Bailianzong, it is a rare treasure.

Shen Ying shook her head and said, "No matter how good the sword is, it's not my sword."

He raised his head to look in the direction where Ximen Chuuxue disappeared, and said again: "There are thousands of swordsmen in the world, but Ximen is the only one who can be called a god. Brother, fellow Taoist Ximen can be called the number one sword god in Dali."

"This is what I said. If anyone refuses to accept it, you can challenge me first."

After the words fell, he stepped on the ice and left without hesitation.

The old man was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect Shen Ying to give Ximen Chuuxue such a high evaluation.

"Hey~"

Sighing slightly, he picked up the sword on the ground.

This is a high-quality sword, what a pity to throw it away, even if it is given to a young disciple in the sect.

He waved his hand, and the black clothes of the surrounding Baizong Hall followed him and left.

After they left, the surrounding warriors suddenly exploded.

"Ximen Chuuxue won!"

"Shen Ying said that Ximen Chuixue is the number one sword god in Dali!"

"What a terrible swordsmanship!"

"I was scared to death. When the sword stabbed out, I thought I was going to die."

"Jianghu, Dali is about to shake."

"This trip is worthwhile, this trip is worthwhile!"

……

A group of people kept exclaiming, sighing, and rejoicing.

They were both excited and grateful to be able to witness Ximen Chuuxue becoming Dali's number one sword god.

As they retreated slowly, in the capital, white pigeons flew out of their cages and flew in all directions.

Palace, Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Eunuch Wei walked quickly to Zheng Qingsong.

"Your Majesty, Ximen Chuuxue has won!"

Zheng Qingsong's eyes brightened slightly, and he said, "How did you win?"

Eunuch Wei quickly narrated the process of the two of them fighting without exaggerating or belittling.

In fact, there is no need to exaggerate, Ximen Chuuxue made a total of two swords, one to test and one to decide the outcome, that's all.How else can it be exaggerated?
"Hahaha~~ Interesting, interesting." After hearing this, Zheng Qingsong burst out laughing.

Eunuch Wei said again: "Shen Ying also called Ximen Chuuxue the number one sword god in Dali."

"Dali's No. [-] Sword God!" Zheng Qingsong's eyes lighted slightly, and said, "Shen Ying was known as Dali's No. [-] Swordsman before, and Ximen Chuuxue can beat him. This number one is not in vain, but this Sword God .”

He paused slightly, smiled and said, "It's a good title."

"According to my decree, make Ximen Chuixue the number one swordsman of Dali."

Zheng Qingsong smiled brightly.

Eunuch Wei was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "Your servant obeys."

Zheng Qingsong waved his hand, motioning for him to deliver the decree.

"Hehe, interesting, interesting, the rivers and lakes are going to be lively now, and with the number one sword lord I can seal, this world will be even more lively."

In the quiet study room, Zheng Qingsong's low murmur was faintly visible.

……

Shanhai County.

In the palace, Zheng Ming sat leisurely on the rocking chair, feeling the condition of his body.

Just now, his martial arts cultivation base unexpectedly broke through, even though he only broke through to the sixth rank, it still made him extremely excited.

"The predecessor has practiced for ten years to be the eighth rank, but I have broken through to the sixth rank after only one year of practice. I should be considered a genius."

Zheng Ming thought shamelessly in his heart.

When it comes to cultivation, Zheng Ming is definitely not hardworking. He practiced sword for a while when he was in the mood, and was lazy for more than ten days when he was not.

They say Xiaofuzi is lazy all day long, but he is actually the laziest.

If it weren't for the Emperor's Qi Refining Art to nourish his body, his cultivation would have been abolished long ago.

Zheng Ming stretched his waist, and said lazily: "It feels really good to break through, and my body seems to be much more relaxed."

"Your Highness, if you break through the master, you will realize the true beauty of cultivation." Lian Xing smiled softly.

"Farewell, I'd better be a lazy person, cultivation is really not suitable for me." Zheng Ming said helplessly.

Cultivation is really hard. You have to get up early every day and meditate at night.

Not only must there be a firm will, but also enough patience, which is beyond the ability of ordinary people.

As for the panacea, let's dream.

There is no good thing in this world that can reach the sky in one step, even if there is a next step, it will be an abyss.

(End of this chapter)