Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 910
The moonlight melted, the night was as cool as water, a rainbow light streaked across the sky, and fell towards the shore like a meteor. The sharp sword intent in it was enough to see that the swordsman's cultivation was not easy.

Amidst the sound of the poem, the rainbow light landed on the ground, and the surging sword intent stirred up wind and waves in the long river, and a cold, arrogant and detached figure appeared.

The white clothes are dusty, which is in sharp contrast with the black piping, the white hair is tied high, and the sword behind the back shows half of the edge in the sheath.
The one who came was the leader of the seven masters of martial arts, Yi Qixing, the solitary mark outside the dust.

Lin Chongyang was not surprised that he was found. He had been in Jiangnan for six years, so long as people who knew him paid attention, it was probably the situation now.

Today's Yi Qixing is not like in another time and space. Friends, brothers, and family members died one after another. After several hardships, he was beaten again and again by the miserable world, and he has just become a truly peerless swordsman.

immediately.

"Is this here to discuss the sword, or to speak for the Zhanyun world."

Before Yi Qixing could open his mouth, he heard a cold voice, blocking back all his unspoken words.

In another time and space, the two met unexpectedly in Lingzhou, Beihai. Lin Chongyang, who refined the power of death, met Yi Qixing, who rushed back to deal with the aftermath after learning that Moshi still had a backhand. cross eye.

It's a pity that time was too tight at the beginning, and Yi Qixing's muscles and veins had just been scorched and repaired, and re-weaved, so they could no longer use force with others in a short period of time, and the two failed to discuss swords.

Comparing the two, Lin Chongyang couldn't even look at him today.

The current leader of the Seven Martial Arts Masters, his entire body, can be summed up in two words - beating up.

The other party's trip was nothing more than news from Qi Taizu, or someone from the Zhanyun Realm looking for him, or both. After all, many years have passed, and there is no other possibility.

"..."

After hearing the word Zhan Yunjie, Yi Qixing's complexion sank visibly. He still remembered that when Yinhe Xing approached him, he called Yuansou what he said to him, which made him very unhappy.

He had already decided to leave Zhanyun Realm, and even the skills of Tianzhu Ten Styles were sealed by him, so how could he go back because of a few words.

Even though Zhanyunjie no longer insists on expanding its borders and invading the plight, the decision he made by Yi Qixing definitely has no reason to change so easily.

But seeing Yi Qixing frowned, he said, "On the sword."

After meeting each other, Lin Chongyang also noticed his difference.

Because of the difference in the source of power, Yi Qixing did not experience any rejection of his body after he came to the plight, and because of the changes in the forest prison, his three veins were not cut by the mountain ghost.

Except for the foundation of the Zhanyun Realm being sealed by it, its condition can be said to be very good, but it seems to be even more in need of beating.

Glancing at the sword in the sheath, Lin Chongyang said: "The sword behind you is mourning, washing your body with snow, purifying your mind, bathing in snow, a very good name."

At the same time, the long sword behind Yi Qixing kept trembling, which had never happened before.

The sound of the sword sound made him feel very strange and uncomfortable.

just like……

Zuoxue was delighted by the other party's praise, and at the same time was using the other party's mouth to communicate and cry with him, which made him very displeased.

Yi Qixing felt that this sword was not good enough for him. Normally, the sword would not let the sword's edge be higher than his head, but at this time it was echoing other people's words and was not under his control. Tolerate.

At this time, I only heard Lin Chongyang continue: "However, as the sword master, you recognize the meaning it represents, but you don't recognize it itself. How can you discuss swords with me like this?"

After some words, Zaoxue almost got out of its sheath. If Yi Qixing hadn't suppressed it with his own skills, maybe his sword would have changed its name and surname.

"Whether you can or not, it doesn't matter what you say." He said forcefully.

But at the same time as he spoke, he took off Yuxue and the scabbard, and stood on the ground on his right.

"A guest has a heart, but a sword has no mouth. The guest speaks on behalf of the sword and tells the crow nine: Don't be arrogant about my jade, and don't praise me for a bell. It's better to hold me to the floating clouds, without orders to cover the day."

For the king, let the selfless light reach all things, and the stinging insects Zhaosu sprouts. "

Lin Chongyang, who was sitting in the gazebo, didn't even get up. The sword was really ruined by the sword owner. He continued to say:

"You should have read the Nine Swords of the Crow written by Layman Xiangshan, but you know that Yuxue is now psychic. As the master of the sword, you can't even praise it. As a swordsman, you don't even understand it. own sword."

Judging by his sword casting skills, it is not from the hands of his familiar friends or juniors, so...

Although Zhanyunjie doesn't have much to do with Binglou, Yi Qixing has crossed paths with people from Binglou. Should he say something to make fun of others?
Yi Qixing put his right hand on the head of Yuxue's sword and snorted coldly: "Hmph!"

He was not good at words, so asking him to talk back would undoubtedly be embarrassing for this peerless swordsman, but it was also not in line with his personality to do it directly.

"It just so happens that I also have a psychic saber."

I saw Lin Chongyang walking out of the pavilion with his hands up, and immediately, a long sword with a sheath materialized at the same time and landed steadily in front of him.

Its overall color is cold jade, as cold as autumn water, with golden embellishments on it, making the scabbard look extremely gorgeous.The wingspan on both sides of the sheath mouth is decorated with sharp prisms, making it look like a crown, and the two complement each other, just like the emperor in the sword is ruling the world.

Vaguely, Yi Qixing saw a figure from the sword, dressed in a black outfit, with a red sword mark on the center of the brow, and pink hair hanging down naturally.

Lifting his right hand, the back of his finger brushed across the sword body, from bottom to top, from the grid to the head of the sword, Lin Chongyang turned his hand to grasp the hilt, only heard a clang, and the sword came out of its sheath:

"Sword name Qiye, if you feel that you are not wrong, then use this battle to prove your correctness."

On the other side, as soon as the floating dust was collected, Yi Qixing's true essence moved, and Zaoxue flew out of the scabbard, and he held the hilt of the sword with his forehand.

"I hope your sword can be worthy of your name, don't let Yi Qi go back in defeat."

immediately!

The two phases of sword intent are stirring, and in the middle of the fierce confrontation, the vast sword energy bursts forth, like the sound of gold and iron colliding, and like rain hitting plantains, which is endless.

In an instant, the water surface in the river boiled, and the wind scattered in the air.

After the power was exhausted, there was a thunderous explosion, and the scattered sword lights shot out, engulfing the remaining power to roll up a majestic airflow, turning into a howling wind, tearing apart the gentle river surface, and rushing up one after another.

Yi Qixing praised: "Stunning sword intent."

He is as immobile as a mountain, with a calm posture, and his fighting spirit has increased sharply compared with before, and his sword intent has become stronger.

Tick, tick...

The swirled water drops either fell to the ground or fell back into the river.

In the void, the sound of the wind echoed.

Suddenly!

Zheng!
The sound of Qingyue's sword resounded throughout, and only people and swords moved.

"One trick, let you know the gap."

People and swords are not separated from each other, and heart and sword are viewed as one.

With one sword strike, like a dragon swaying its tail invisibly, suddenly seeing the change of the wind and cloud, and the thunder and gas.

(End of this chapter)