As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 337 Chapter 336: Six years too late

When Xie Xiaofeng woke up, the earth was also waking up.

The dark sky in the east gradually recedes, and a ray of hope emerges from the distance.

It's already the third day of September.

Xie Xiaofeng took the clothes and put them on, covering up the scars all over his body. Murong Qiudi was very measured. As soon as he put on the clothes, he immediately transformed into the third young master of the Excalibur Villa. No one could tell what he had experienced last night. What's going on.

While he was tying his clothes, Murong Qiudi didn't know when to get up. She stroked his back with her fingers and kissed his back through the clothes. A slight pain mixed with a strange feeling came through. Xie Xiaofeng closed his eyes.

Murong Qiudi quickly let him go without saying anything, and Xie Xiaofeng didn't speak either.

There was no need to speak at this time.

It's still early before Youshi, and Xie Xiaofeng needs to be alone during this time.

Murong Qiudi entered the kitchen for the first time since she entered Shenjian Villa, and cooked for the first time. She cooked a few side dishes, put them in a food box, put them outside the window where Xie Xiaofeng was resting, and left quietly.

She knew the significance of this battle to Xie Xiaofeng.

Only the sword is the real goal in his life and his real life! As long as the sword lasts forever, his own life no longer matters.

Even if he died under Yan Shisan's sword in this battle, it was his fate as a swordsman.

He learned swordsmanship at the age of five, interpreted sword manuals at the age of six, and defeated the famous Huashan's best swordsman "Wandering Dragon Swordsman" at the age of ten. Regardless of victory or defeat, as long as he saw Yan Shisan's sword, he would die without regrets.

Murong Qiudi was sitting on the main seat in the hall of Shenjian Villa. She was dressed in a luxurious white shirt, holding her chin with one hand, looking at the door half-concentrated.

For her, she has almost accomplished all the things she should do in the past few years. Xie Wangsun is old and miserable. Xie Xiaofeng has no intention of paying attention to the matter of Shenjian Villa. He holds the three powers of Murong Family, Tianzun, and Shenjian Villa. She is in the martial arts world. His power has reached its peak. No matter whether Xie Xiaofeng wins or loses in this battle, he has become a complete swordsman, and so does she. No matter whether Xie Xiaofeng wins or loses, she has become Madam Murong.

Those two women were only interested in Yan Shisan's fifteenth sword. After this battle, they probably continued to mess around.

After noon, Xie Xiaofeng went out with his sword and went down the mountain. Murong Qiudi was still in the hall and did not move, nor saw him off, but just looked at his back.

Can he come back from this battle?

At this moment, she almost called him back, but she didn't.

Murong Qiudi withdrew her gaze and looked at the iron chain thrown in the corner. The cold chain might be collecting dust there.

Before dusk, the setting sun was already very red, and the clear sky and white clouds were rendered with magnificent colors, as red as blood.

Before darkness covers the earth, the sky always brings more brilliance to the world. Is the same thing true before a person dies?

Xie Xiaofeng was sitting on a big rock, his back as straight as a javelin, and he was holding his sword in his hand.

He quietly looked at the red clouds in the distant sky. The setting sun seemed like the life of him and Yan Shisan. The choice of this time may not have been random.

Yan Shisan had also made an appointment to fight at this time, so he chose this time.

A gust of wind blew, and the veins on the back of Xie Xiaofeng's sword-holding hand bulged. He didn't need to look back to know that the person he was waiting for was already here.

This person is Yan Shisan!

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a black figure appeared, walking step by step in the direction of the setting sun.

He was holding a sword in his hand, and the dark scabbard was inlaid with thirteen pearls. This sword had been famous all over the world for a long time. It was a sword that represented death and ominousness.

As soon as Xie Xiaofeng turned around, his eyes were attracted to this sword. Of course he knew it was Yan Shisan's symbol.

He also has a sword in his hand. The two swords have not yet been unsheathed, but they seem to have begun to fight. The sword intent is impacting and reverberating. The air suddenly condenses and the temperature drops a few points.

Yan Shisan suddenly said: "Xie Xiaofeng, I recognize you."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Have you seen me?"

Yan Shisan said: "No." He stood in the distance, looking at the swordsman in white who was as straight as a javelin, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "But I recognize you, you must be Xie Xiaofeng."

Xie Xiaofeng asked: "Because you recognize this sword?" Yan Shisan said: "This sword is nothing. If it is in the hands of others, it is just a piece of ordinary iron."

He said slowly: "The last time I saw this sword, it was on the owner's coffin. It was far less murderous than it is in your hands now."

Xie Xiaofeng sighed: "Yan Shisan is indeed Yan Shisan. We finally meet, three years late."

Yan Shisan said: "No."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Do you think it's just right now? It's not too late?"

Yan Shisan said: "It's six years too late."

When he faked his death and turned into Aji, it was his first visit to Cuiyunfeng Divine Sword Villa.

Xie Xiaofeng stared at Yan Shisan.

"Indeed, it's six years late." Xie Xiaofeng said suddenly, "Maybe it's just right now."

Yan Shisan said: "Yes, since there are two of us in the world, we must meet one day sooner or later."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "But when we meet, one person's sword must be stained with the other person's blood."

Yan Shisan said: "Not bad!"

Xie Xiaofeng stared at him for a long time and suddenly smiled: "Have you found that sword?"

Yan Shisan said: "You also know that there is a fifteenth sword in the life-threatening sword technique."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "When I saw the fourteenth sword, I knew that there must be the most important sword, the fatal sword, which is the fifteenth change in your swordsmanship!"

He had seen the Thirteen Deadly Swords, and was also stabbed through the chest by Murong Qiudi's sword - he had actually broken that sword, and it was the third young master of the Xie family who was defeated, not Xie Xiaofeng. If it was Yan Shisan who used that sword at that time, he would not be sure to find a way to defeat it before his death, but it was Murong Qiudi who used it.

Is this also a kind of fate?

He had never met Yan Shisan, but he had already competed with Yan Shisan's swordsmanship.

He hoped to see Yan Shisan's deadly swordsmanship, but he knew that he would never see the most essential and deadly sword.

Because if Yan Shisan has really found the fifteenth sword, he will be dead when he uses this sword! As long as he has this sword, he has almost no chance of winning, so the sword he hopes to see most may be the sword he will never see in his life.

Xie Xiaofeng had stood up from the stone. The setting sun turned a dark red, and the afterglow fell on the two people's bodies and hair.

At this time, the two of them seemed to have changed their positions. Back then, Yan Shisan came to Shenjian Villa tragically and alone with the determination to die, just wishing to die under Xie Xiaofeng's sword. Yan Shisan lived to compete with Xie Xiaofeng, who was unparalleled in the world. After a battle, the result was news of Xie Xiaofeng's death, and the deadly swordsman disappeared from the world from then on. And now, the person who wanted to see that sword even though he knew he would die, became Xie Xiaofeng.

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Before we met, I had been thinking about what kind of person you are."

Yan Shisan sneered and said, "Not many people in the world know what kind of person Xie Xiaofeng is!"

Xie Xiaofeng nodded. He had to admit that he had almost forgotten what kind of person he was originally. Sword God, Third Young Master, and the best sword in the world were all imposed on him by others. Perhaps, his most essential Just a useless Aggie.

Yan Shisan continued: "No matter what kind of person you are, it doesn't matter, because you are the third young master of the Xie family, that is enough. As long as you know that I am Yan Shisan, that is enough."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Actually, just seeing your sword is enough."

Yan Shisan said: "That's right."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Now we all have swords in our hands and can take action at any time."

The setting sun was as red as blood, and the world was suddenly filled with murderous intent.

Xie Xiaofeng held the hilt of his sword tightly, as resolutely as a mountain. The evening wind blew by, but could not move the corners of his clothes, as if his whole body and clothes had weight.

Everything around Yan Shisan disappeared, leaving only that person and the sword in his hand.

Their mental and physical abilities are gradually reaching their peak. Whoever reaches the peak first will take action first.

(End of this chapter)