my wife is god catcher

Chapter 664
"Some people say my sword is the swift sword, some say my sword is the absolute sword, and some say it is the ruthless sword.

These statements are not very accurate, because my sword can be fast or slow, can be decisive or slow, can be indifferent or merciless, it all depends on my heart.

My sword is a sword for victory. I draw my sword to win. It sounds vulgar, and it seems to insult the pursuit of kendo and martial arts.

But I never feel vulgar, because anyone who draws a sword is for victory, even when Dugu seeks defeat, his goal is to win.

When I aim to win, then no matter what kind of person my opponent is, I can draw my sword out of the sheath without any stagnation of energy or change of mood.

Fighting for victory, the winner lives and the loser dies.

20 years ago, I failed to fight Yagyu with a single sword, but I met 20 years later, this battle is inevitable! "

As soon as he spoke, Xue Yiren swallowed the last piece of perch, and his aura changed from cold to fighting.

Liu Sheng walked slowly into the woods with a sword, his dark robes carried a hellish murderous intent, he no longer had any nostalgia in the world, his life had already belonged to the sword technique.

"Xue Yiren?"

"Liu Sheng Yijian?"

"20 years ago, I should have fought you."

"It's too late to say this now."

"It's not too late. Time doesn't mean anything to me. You think it's now, but I think it was 20 years ago. I'm completing the unfinished battle."

Liu Shengyijian's tone was very sincere.

No matter how obsessed he is with martial arts, he is still an ordinary person. It is too sad to live in this world without friends or enemies.

Yagyu Yijian mentioned 20 years ago, because that was the most memorable day in his life.

When he forgets this time, his sword skills will be completely perfect, and at the same time, this magic knife that blocks gods and Buddhas will kill the last person.

--he himself!

Xue Yiren didn't know Liu Shengyijian's thoughts, and the two were definitely not sympathetic opponents.

But Xue Yiren knew very well that Liu Sheng Yijian mentioned 20 years ago, not because he was still alive 20 years ago, but because he no longer cared about failure.

Only those who don't care about success or failure will regard failure as the most memorable memory in this life.

The autumn wind is like a knife, and the cold fog is gradually rising.

Xue Yiren was dressed in white clothes like snow, standing quietly under a century-old sycamore tree, as if he was the Nine Nether Ice Phoenix from hell, trying to bring death to the world.

Liu Sheng's sword was black as ink, and his right hand was lightly holding the handle of the knife. His whole body was surrounded by a suffocating breath of death, colder than Xue Yiren.

He is like a piece of ice, a piece of profound ice that will not melt for thousands of years, it can freeze a person's soul to death.

He just stood there casually, every part of his body seemed to be empty, and Xue Yiren's sword could pierce any part of his body at will.

But if Xue Yiren really draws his sword, Liu Sheng will cut him in half with a sword at the moment when the sword energy is on his body. Similarly, if Liu Sheng swung his sword at Xue Yiren, he will also be cut The sword energy pierced through the throat.

If the two martial arts masters are fast, ruthless and accurate, they can't fight for the upper hand at this moment. Of course, they can't strike later, and it is meaningless to them.

Li Jinyu was sitting on a big tree, her whole body was restrained, like a piece of rotten wood.

In the fight between masters, one must concentrate on it. Li Jinyu is the witness of the duel between the two, but there must be no interference, otherwise the battle will become meaningless.

Winners will not have joy, only melancholy, while losers can only go to hell with regrets.

Therefore, Li Jinyu turned into a rotten tree, which would neither disturb the breeze nor shake the fallen leaves, and even the clouds in the sky would not change because of Li Jinyu.

A yellow leaf fell silently.

The strong confront each other, and the heaven and man have a sympathy. This yellow leaf falls due to the two people's anger, and it happens to be in the middle of the two.

The yellow leaf twirled and twirled, and fell slowly. Everyone knew that the moment the yellow leaf fell in front of them was the moment for the two of them to unleash their swords, but Liu Sheng's sword was different from Xue Yiren's height, and Liu Sheng's sword was slightly taller.

Even if the difference in height is only half an inch, in a duel where every second counts, it is still the difference between heaven and earth.

Liu Sheng drew his sword.

Dazzling red lights swept between the sky and the earth, as if cutting the sky in half, splitting the white clouds from it, spilling a little bit of blood, and pouring down the torrent of hell like a waterfall.

"Zheng!"

The light of the knife seemed to pluck the strings between the heaven and the earth, emitting a soul-stirring magic sound, and the violent killing intent crazily hit Xue Yiren's mind. Xue Yiren's eyes were no longer the forest of autumn leaves, but a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"Chong!"

Xue Yiren drew his sword.

His sword was four inches longer than ordinary swords, not because he wanted to be one inch longer and one inch stronger, but this kind of sword was the most suitable for him, perfectly fitting his height and arm length.

The magic weapon is not the stronger the better, but the more suitable for oneself, the better. There are hundreds of magic soldiers in the world. Why is Zhujian City still a holy place for swordsmen?Because Jianjian City can tailor the most suitable sword for the swordsman.

The newborn Excalibur is like a baby waiting to be fed, being warmed and nurtured by the swordsman's sword energy and intent.

How far the sword can grow depends entirely on the swordsman. This is what most swordsmen are most looking forward to, and Xue Yiren's sword is also the same.

The sword in his hand was when he made his debut, and he went to Jiancheng in person to ask the master of Jiancheng to forge it.

In the past 30 years, this sword has been stained with the blood of countless masters, and has long been integrated with Xue Yiren.

With a thought in Xue Yiren's mind, the sword fell into his hand automatically, the light of the sword lit up like lightning, and in a split second, he stabbed six times at Liu Sheng.

There was nothing special about his moves, but they were incredibly fast. Among the master swordsmen Li Jinyu had seen in his life, Xue Yiren was the fastest.

The dead smoke of the ancient mausoleum does not count!

It is people, not swords, that make the ancient mausoleum disappear quickly!

Xue Yi's sword is the fastest.

Not as pure as Ximen Chuixue, not as lofty as Ye Gucheng, and without Yan Shisan's killing intent. Compared to Dugu Qiubai, there is still a long way to go, but his sword is fast, and it surpasses the limit of his body.

Just like Chu Liuxiang's lightness kung fu, Lu Xiaofeng's fingers, when Xue Yiren drew his sword, the edge of the sword became vague, like clouds and mist.

The sword energy is like the water of the Yellow River, continuous, and like a torrential tsunami, once it bursts, it can't be controlled.

The sword light and sword energy clashed together.

This is a soul-stirring moment, and it is also an earth-shattering moment. In the hazy world, suddenly there is light, like snow falling like goose feathers.

After 20 years, the samurai sword and the sword finally confronted each other. The first encounter between Blood and Bai Xue was also the ultimate bloom of the two masters' spiritual light.

Yagyu Yijian could only feel that every muscle in his body was trembling, he longed for this feeling, the blood flowing in his body eagerly longed for a stronger impact.

Xue Yiren has neither sorrow nor joy, and nothing can shake his heart until the winner is determined by the knife and the sword.

The sword light moves like a dragon, and two figures leap in the light of the sword. Black clothes and white robes, blood and white snow converge into a scene where light and dark meet, stepping on the snow to find plum blossoms.

The sword glow couldn't suppress the sword energy, and the sword energy couldn't suppress the blood-colored sword glow. The two diametrically opposite strong moves were merged into one, turning into a cold and solemn murderous intent.

Li Jinyu suddenly realized that he seemed to have underestimated Liu Shengyijian. His sword skills continued to improve with the battle, like a wild beast that had been unshackled.

Not only did Ichiken Yagyu underestimate himself, but he also underestimated the samurai sword in his hand. That sword had apparently undergone countless killings, and no less than a thousand souls were killed by it.

Yagyu Yijian is a martial artist, not a veteran of the battlefield. It is completely terrifying to be able to cause such damage. If you have to give this knife an evaluation, it is even better than the gentle knife.

This sword was only cast from refined iron, and it would have been cut off long ago, but the owner of the sword was Ichiken Yagyu, which made the sword shine.

Only Yagyu Ichiken can use this saber, and only this saber can display the saber technique of Yagyu Ichiken.

When Liu Sheng's sword falls, the knife will lose all its sharpness, and will be gone with the wind, turning into dust.

To be able to warm up an ordinary hundred-refined iron knife to such an extent, Liu Shengyijian is really like a god and a demon.

The ground under his feet cracked inch by inch, spreading out circle after circle of ripples, centered on the two of them, spreading in all directions, spreading sixty to seventy feet in an instant.

All the flowers, plants and trees along the way were reduced to ashes.

Li Jinyu stepped on the tree, but he couldn't escape the fate of destruction, because Li Jinyu couldn't make a move, and couldn't cause the slightest disturbance to the fight between the two.

Li Jinyu condenses the clouds against the wind, using the usual method of coaxing children to have fun, condensing clouds under her feet.

It seems to be a fairy who rides the clouds and fog, but in fact it is just a martial arts method, similar to Li Chenzhou's peerless magic of controlling the void and stepping on the sky, all of which are suspended in the void.

The wind blows, rolling up the yellow leaves all over the sky.

Xue Yiren flew up into the sky with the sword light, like a frightened bird rushing up rapidly, everything in the world seemed to disappear, only the shocking sword light.

It's not a mirror image, nor is it that the yellow leaves all over the sky really disappear, it's just because Liu Shengyijian must concentrate on it, not with the eyes, but with the spirit.

Liu Sheng Yijian only had eyes for the sword, only that simple and childish sword that was as fast as lightning.

The sword glowed with a gray light, slashing across a line that is beyond the beauty of the world, and has the truth of heaven and earth. The beautiful line is more poignant than the autumn leaves.

It is obviously a fast, ruthless and accurate swordsmanship, but it has a poetic and picturesque aesthetic feeling, like a great painter who is good at painting with wonderful brushstrokes, splashing ink and brushing like dragons and snakes.

The ink rhyme is thick, the momentum is majestic, but it is done in one go, which makes people feel even more incredible.

If you do it quickly, you are a proficient hand. If you do it well, you can be called a master. If you do it quickly and well, then you are a real master, and you can be called a peerless one.

Liu Sheng Yijian doesn't know how to appreciate calligraphy and painting, but he knows how to appreciate martial arts, the more he reads it, the more delighted he feels.

With a slight flip of the wrist, a voiceless sound like the roar of dragons and tigers came out, as if it was a curse from the [-]th level of hell, and it was like the sound of heaven coming from beyond the nine heavens.

There was a stern blood light on the edge of the blade, as if a thousand-foot waterfall was rushing towards it, making the sound of thousands of troops galloping and roaring, and killing half of the sky with murderous aura.

"clang!"

When the swords clashed, the aura flew.

Thousands of stars suddenly flashed in the blue sky and white day, like the lights of thousands of houses in the city. The smoke from the bright lights condensed into one strand, turning into a divine and clear sword aura.

Li Jinyu narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that the battle had reached its most intense moment, Liu Shengyijian and Xue Yiren had already stretched their bowstrings to the full, and it was like a dam full of river water, with a light touch, it was thunderous.

It seems that it will not be published, but in fact it has to be published.

Their auras have been integrated into one, and they will make moves if there is a slight change. No matter who takes half a step back, or has the intention to retreat, they will be killed by the enemy.

They have no reason to retreat.

Liu Sheng has nothing to worry about with his sword, if he dies under Xue Yiren's sword, he will only feel that he has no regrets in this life.

Xue Yiren also has no worries, and can devote himself to being a "Xue Yiren" instead of the owner of Xue Zhuang.

"Wave!"

The sound of water bubbles bursting could be heard in the air, and the two divine soldiers clashed fiercely amidst the thunder and lightning, making a breathtaking explosion.

Xue Yiren's sword turned into thousands of sword qi, like the stars in the sky, changing all the time, and it seems that there has never been any change. In the balance between change and change, movement and immobility, the sword edge changes For moonlight.

When the moonlight shines on the body, the sword energy will also fall on the body. The moonlight is omnipresent, and the sword energy is also omnipresent. What in the world can block the moonlight?

Seeing Xue Yiren's wonderful sword strike, Li Jinyu couldn't help applauding it. Fortunately, a soundproof air mask was arranged in advance, and he would never interfere with the two of them in any way. Any interference is a crime.

Liu Sheng Yijian's face turned red, although his martial arts were excellent internally and externally, he couldn't block the moonlight.

Can't block, can only attack!
A blood-coloured glow soared into the sky, and the blade turned into a gloomy blood moon, which looked like the pupils of a demon.

The blade, as bright as silver, looks like a deep pool, and the blood-colored blade glow is the crescent moon reflected in the water, like a dreamlike flower in a mirror and a moon in water, close at hand but far away in the world.

The moment the swords collided, Liu Shengyijian's saber exploded with a bang, but he turned his palm upright into a knife, and with a light wave along the airflow, there was a three or four zhang long knife aura.

Liu Sheng Yijian has no relatives, no friends, and now he has even given up his own weapon, he has given up everything, only this ruthless blade is left.

Ruthless and selfless, invincible and fearless.

Liu Sheng Yijian's eyes turned blood red, and tears flowed from his eye sockets. His vision, hearing, and sense of smell had all been destroyed by the saber energy, and he could only grasp the moonlight-like ethereal sword light with his honed spiritual sense.

"laugh!"

Liu Sheng Yijian's chest was pierced by the sword light.

"puff!"

Xue Yiren received a palm knife on his chest.

"Okay... sword... method..."

Liu Sheng spat out three words slowly with a sword, and then lay down on the ground, losing his breath forever.

Blood overflowed from the corner of Xue Yiren's mouth, and the sword in his hand cracked inch by inch, and turned into smoke when the autumn wind blew.

Li Jinyu flew down from the tree, raised his hand and touched Xue Yiren's fingers a few times, healing his wound with a yang finger.

Xue Yiren sighed: "The ruthless sword, what a ruthless and selfless ruthless sword, Liu Shengyijian is indeed a genius of Dongpu, the sword technique has reached a dead end."

Li Jinyu said: "It is precisely because of this that he needs to challenge the strong and use the pressure of life and death to find opportunities for breakthrough. Even if he does not die today, even if his martial arts succeeds in breaking through, he will eventually perish."

Xue Yi said humanely: "From the moment Liu Sheng broke his saber with a single blow, his life was declared over. No matter who wins this battle, he will definitely die."

What Xue Yiren was talking about was definitely not the truth that the sword is there and the sword is dead, but that Liu Sheng had already given up everything about himself when he made the last move with his sword.

No friends, no enemies, no opponents, no weapons, not even everything in the world.

Abandoning one's own side and switching to a desperate move, then this "everything" obviously includes life.

Li Jinyu smiled and said: "It's a pity, I thought he would challenge me, after all, I use a knife."

(End of this chapter)