All Heavens Start with Lu Xiaofeng

Yu Liancheng said: "Yes, this is your dream."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "I usually have a vague dream, but today this dream is very real."

Seeing that Xie Xiaofeng didn't believe it, Yu Liancheng laughed and clapped his hands.

In an instant, the sun fell, day changed to night, stars filled the sky, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the clear moonlight filled the entire sky and earth, and also sprinkled down on the boat on the lake, covering the two of them. Immediately afterwards, a meteor pierced the night sky, dragging out a long tail flame, which seemed to divide the sky into two halves. Then one meteor fell to the west, and the night sky became extremely gorgeous, full of magnificent colors.

In the blink of an eye, the sun, moon, day and night are constantly changing, and it is night and day. The surrounding scenery seemed to have pressed the accelerator button at this moment. The buds broke through the soil in a few breaths, took root and sprouted, and the stamens bloomed. The young bird, waiting for food, flutters with full wings and flies into the sky...

Although Xie Xiaofeng was well-informed, he was stunned at this moment. He was stunned for a long time and suddenly slapped his forehead: "I am indeed dreaming."

Yu Liancheng chuckled and snapped his fingers again. The surrounding scenery was frozen again, but it was still thick like smoke, with flowers rustling, and thick fog locking the long river. Everything returned to the same state as before.

Xie Xiaofeng sighed: "I think this is not my dream, but a big dream of Brother Yu."

Yu Liancheng said: "It was indeed me who led you into your dream."

Xie Xiaofeng quickly regained his composure: "I wonder what Brother Yu wants?"

Yu Liancheng suddenly changed the topic: "Within March, the Demon Cult will inevitably move eastward. Bai Xiaolou, the leader of the Demon Cult, has a magic sword, which can be called the 'god' in swordsmanship. No one in the world can resist it. You also can not."

Xie Xiaofeng lowered his head and muttered: "I think about it every day, and I dream about it at night. I really thought too deeply during the day that I had this weird dream."

He has confirmed that he is currently dreaming. The Demon Sect's eastward advance is inevitable, and Yulian City is the only one who can defeat him. Both of these make him think about it day and night, exhausting his mind, so he has this dream.

Yu Liancheng said: "But you and Bai Xiaolou have similar martial arts skills. The only difference is a duel?"

Xie Xiaofeng became interested in his dream and looked puzzled: "Duel?"

Yu Liancheng seemed to be talking to himself: "In the same era, two peerless swordsmen who devoted their lives to swords, two peerless swords, should have had a fateful duel. The same is true for Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, you and Yan Shisan Same thing."

Immediately afterwards, Yu Liancheng took a step forward and gently pushed Xie Xiaofeng.

"Only in this fateful showdown can you truly stand at the top."

Xie Xiaofeng lost his balance and fell into the water with a "plop". Through the rippled water surface, he could vaguely see Yu Liancheng's slightly smiling but endlessly profound eyes.

The feeling of drowning came to Xie Xiaofeng. His mouth and nose were full of water, making it difficult to breathe.

However, he lost control of his body at this moment and could only continue to sink to the bottom of the river.

Are you going to drown in a dream? Just when Xiaofeng's consciousness was blurred, his mouth and nose suddenly breathed air again, and the feeling of drowning disappeared.

He was panting heavily and breathing heavily. He had never felt that breathing was so enjoyable. After a while, he began to observe his surroundings.

It is still a lonely boat on the river, with the flowers rustling.

However, there was no mysterious guy in front of him.

Suddenly, the wind blew.

On the foggy river, there was a faint light from a flashlight.

Xie Xiaofeng raised his eyes and saw several thatched cottages across the river bank. The firelight rising outside the thatched cottage reflected an old man sitting cross-legged. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, head full of white hair like frost.

This was clearly an old man in his dying years, but for some reason, the moment he saw this old man, Xie Xiaofeng actually felt a killing intent, as thick as a dark cloud, covering the river. The murderous intent was so intense that it made his hair stand on end. The overlord of the green forest whom I had seen in the past was a top killer, and he seemed unworthy of being supported by an old man.

The old man had a piece of peach wood in his hand. He was peeling the piece of peach wood with a boning knife. With each cut, the peach wood turned into a sword. Three feet and seven inches long, it has a hilt and a sword blade. When the old man stood up and held the hilt of the sword, his whole person completely changed. The rickety body straightened up, and the whole person exuded an impressive aura. It was like a sword that had been knocked into a worn leather scabbard and was suddenly pulled out with a sharp edge.

The old man suddenly stabbed out with his sword. The originally dim and clumsy mahogany sword suddenly took on light, life, and aura, like the ax in Lu Ban's hand or the pen in Wang Xizhi's hand.

He stabbed out thirteen swords in a flash, each of which was exquisite and seemed to have strong killing intent. Under the heavy killing intent, even the sunlight could not penetrate it. At this time, Xie Xiaofeng finally confirmed his guess and understood why he was familiar with the scenery of the rustling reeds.

When he was wandering around the world, he met Tie Kaicheng, the head of the Red Flag Escort Agency.

In addition to the one hundred and thirty-two styles of iron cavalry and chain fast swords, this young head escort also has the more terrifying thirteen styles of swordsmanship, with chain moves and murderous secrets.

It is the most lethal swordsmanship in the world - the Thirteen Life-Destroying Swordsmanship.

Tie Kaicheng's Thirteen Life-Destroying Swords were obtained from Yan Shisanqing.

No one knows why Yan Shisan taught Tie Kaicheng the sword technique, but Tie Kaicheng is undoubtedly Yan Shisan's disciple and the true successor of the Thirteen Deadly Swordsmanship.

Xie Xiaofeng and Tie Kaicheng have a good relationship. Tie Kaicheng got clues about Yan Shisan.

Then, the identity of the old man in front of him is naturally self-evident.

Just as Xie Xiaofeng was thinking about it, Yan Shisan's fourteenth sword had already been thrust out. It was clearly just a mahogany sword, but Xie Xiaofeng seemed to hear the dragon roar of the sword, and the light of the sword was like flying from the sky, and a mist was swept away.

In fact, although the fourteenth sword was very powerful, Xie Xiaofeng was not too surprised, because when he saw the thirteen fatal swords in the past, he knew that the sword was not exhausted and its intention was not exhausted.

Then, Yan Shisan thrust out the fifteenth sword, a sword that was like a poisonous dragon, capable of swallowing everything and retaining everything... In front of this sword, everything seemed to be broken.

Do not……

The scene in front of me was truly shattered, with broken marks appearing one after another.

When it was completely broken and reunited, Xie Xiaofeng saw Yan Shisan again.

Yan Shisan stood opposite him, but what he held in his palm was not a wooden sword, but an extremely dazzling and eye-catching sword.

The scabbard is made of black fish skin and has a gold mouth. The scabbard is dotted with thirteen large pearls.

Although many people would regard this sword as a decoration hanging in the homes of princes and nobles, whoever really regards this sword as a decoration may lose his life for his ignorance. Because in the past, Yan Shisan used this sword to achieve great fame, and countless famous masters were buried under the quiet and cold sword light.

Xie Xiaofeng found that there was also a sword in his palm. The scabbard was black and the form was elegant. Compared with Yan Shisan's sword, it is not conspicuous. But it is not only the best sword in the world, but its reputation lasts for two hundred years. Two hundred years ago, the first generation of ancestors of Shenjian Villa used this sword to conquer all the heroes in the world and win the title of "The Best Sword in the World".

Over the past two hundred years, successive owners of Shenjian Villa have used this sword to tell many popular and thrilling stories.

And this is also the sword of the third young master.

Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng looked at each other, and when their eyes met, it seemed as if fire exploded again.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Then they made the gesture of invitation at the same time without saying a word.

Two unparalleled swords.

Two peerless swordsmen.

When they meet together, there is no need for any words, but their people and swords will inevitably shine with unprecedented sharpness and brilliance in the following duel. Even if this is in a dream, even if this battle will not be famous in the martial arts world, even if this battle only has one audience. And as long as they can survive, their swordsmanship will surely improve to the next level. (End of chapter)