The most bullish god in history

Chapter 212 Abnormal organization?This is a pretentious organization [2 more]

wrong!

We were all wrong!
It's not putting on airs, it's because they are too aggressive.

Listen, listen!
Since ancient times, when did a martial arts contestant have such an opening remark as Ximen Chuuxue.

After today, no matter how Ximen Chuuxue wins or loses, Ximen Chuuxue will be famous all over the world.

The opening remarks of the contestants they saw before, whether it was a battle of ordinary warriors or a decisive battle of a grand master, they were fighting for the sake of past grievances or fighting for the nation.

However, under Ximen Chuuxue's words, they all became pale and powerless.

"This sword is a sharp weapon in the world. The blade is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and 13 taels."

There are no gorgeous words, no exaggerated embellishments, only the most straightforward words.

However, it was these short words that made people feel the sword energy rushing towards them, and the will to be sincere with the sword.

A swordsman clearly remembers the length and weight of his sword, not deliberately, but naturally. Even if such a swordsman does not fight him, they can still feel the mentality of a top swordsman.

The sword in his hand was either a weapon or a part of his body.

Just like his hands and legs, he knows the length of the sword and its weight.

"Remember, this sentence must be remembered."

"I have an appointment with Wu Sansi, the deputy head of the Yellow River Gang, in ten days. I must use this sentence."

"It's such a pity, it's such a pity. If I knew this sentence during the martial arts competition, I would definitely attract the attention of the sect master and elders. Maybe I will be the focus of training now."

"Contest, who will compete with me?"

·······
All the onlookers were immersed in the artistic conception of this short speech, as if they had just said that sentence.

"When I go back, I must secretly measure the length and weight of my weapon."

The minds of each martial artist are very active, imagining the scene, when will they say this similar sentence.

"This spear is the sharpest weapon in the world. The length of the spear is seven feet three inches, and the net weight is nineteen catties."

"This saber is the sharpest weapon in the world. The blade is four feet and one inch, and the net weight is nine catties and three taels."

"This whip is a magical tool in the world. It is one foot eight long and has a net weight of 22 catties and five taels."

·······
All the onlookers fell into a beautiful fantasy, but Shi Feixuan was caught in a tangle.

She was caught in a dilemma, whether she answered or not.

Ximen Chuuxue's words were so forceful that they completely crushed her in terms of momentum.

However, thinking of Ximen Chuuxue's words before, Shi Feixuan quickly abandoned these thoughts, and said slowly, "Good sword."

Other than that, she really had nothing else to say.

The sword in Ximen Chuuxue's hand is a good sword, and the sword in her hand is also a good sword.

"It is indeed a good sword."

Ximen Chuuxue replied.

"Om~" "Om~"

The next moment, two sharp swords were unsheathed.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword movement is very slow, perhaps his speed is not as fast as that of a congenital warrior.

However, the speed of the sword's edge changes very quickly, because the sword move has not yet been used, and the sword move has already changed, changing according to one's heart.

In the eyes of others, Ximen Chuuxue's moves may be unremarkable, but to Shi Feixuan, they are incomparably dignified.

She found that this swordsman was as weird as the swordsman he had fought against last time.

Their moves seem to be very simple, but only when they fight against them can they know the horror of their swordsmanship.

Their swords are one with people, they are heart swords.

Although it was only dozens of steps away, Shi Feixuan saw that the sword in Ximen Chuuxue's hand had already undergone more than thirty changes.

If she dodges or flies into the air, as long as she reveals a flaw or gap, the sword in Ximen Fuixue's palm may stab her chest the next moment.

Under the huge crisis, Concubine Shixuan was calmer than ever before, and the state of Jianxin's clarity made her reach the best state, and her sword went up to meet her.

What Cihang Sword Code?What Ximen Chuuxue?what match?
What she has learned in the past, all melt into the sword in her palm, this is a feeling she has never had before.

The sword technique is like a rainbow, like a flying fairy, ethereal and detached, stabbing straight out, but it seems to cover the sky and cover the earth.

At this moment, Fan Qinghui and the disciples of Cihang Jingzhai couldn't bear it anymore and flew down from the pavilion.

They really didn't expect that this fight would be to decide the outcome, life and death.

If it was before, they might not have worried about Shi Feixuan's safety.

However, that Yan Shisan who appeared suddenly told them, whether it is a fairy or a disciple of Cihang Jingzhai, I will kill for you, and I will chase after you.

Will Ximen Chuuxue keep it?

Will this top swordsman show mercy?
Because, they didn't feel any killing intent from Ximen Chuuxue's body, but felt a trace of holiness instead.

This kind of holiness is not the holiness of broadness, nor the holiness of benevolence, but the holiness of swordsmanship.

In the eyes of this kind of person, there is no killing or being killed, only the way of the sword.

Ximen Chuuxue has already immersed himself in the pursuit of the way of the sword. From his every move just now, it reveals the pursuit of perfection. For him, the sword is no longer as simple as a weapon. To him, it is the an art.

In the art of kendo, how can there be beauty and ugliness, and how can there be kindness and tranquility?How can there be Shi Feixuan?
"Om~"

Originally, everyone thought that Ximen Chuuxue and Shi Feixuan would collide slowly, and when the swords meet, the two will decide the winner.

However, the next moment, Ximen Chuuxue disappeared.

The white clothes like snow seemed to disappear along with the figure, turning into nothing.

No one can describe the sharpness and speed of that sword, and both the person and the sword disappeared.

At this moment, Ning Daoqi, Tiandao Song Que and others who were invited by Cihang Jingzhai suddenly stood up, their pupils shrank suddenly.

Who is this man?Ximen Chuuxue?
He is a swordsman?How could there be such a swordsman?
His person has been integrated with the sword, his person is the sword, as long as his person is there, everything in the world is his sword.

The sword light flashed, blood splashed out!

The sword light shot like thunder, the long sword retracted, and a string of blood fell from the blade.

The sword in Ximen Chuuxue's hand pierced Shi Feixuan's right rib, but did not kill her.

The blood bead gently drew a beautiful arc in the air, fell to the ground, seeped into the soil, leaving only faint traces in a blink of an eye.The sword is still shining like snow, reflecting a pale face, but the expression is no longer lonely.

His heart is hot, and so is his sword.

"clang!"

This is the crisp sound of the sword hitting the ground, Shi Feixuan has no sword in her hand.

Ximen Chuuxue is not a person who despises life. There are too many people in this world who are worth drawing his sword for, and he is very happy.

With a long body standing upright, his white clothes were like snow, and the sword beside his waist was black. It was a strangely shaped long sword with a black sheath. Ximen Chuuxue turned around and stepped away. The air was silent, when his figure disappeared in front of everyone.

Everyone came back to their senses, is this a swordsman?
This is Sword God!

"Hahaha·······"

A hearty and excited laughter broke the silent square.

Soon, soon, he'll have a rival.

He, Ximen Chuuxue, became the Great Grandmaster when the two of them fought.

"It would be great if he was a swordsman."

Tiandao Song Que sighed softly in his heart, feeling a little regretful, but there was still a strong smile on his face.

Swordsman is enough!

three years?a year?Maybe half a year!

He would have an opponent, an opponent he would crave to defeat.

Before everyone recovered their senses, a figure in black appeared, which seemed to be Ximen Chuuxue's original position, with yin and yang shifting, as if appearing out of thin air, and seemed to be standing there all the time.

Because he is too quiet.

Because he is too cold.

"I have a sword, I don't know if I can control it, if you die, don't blame me."

Yan Shisan looked up at Fan Qinghui, his eyes were cold and calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

It was a sword that frightened him, a sword that he didn't know if he could control it.

However, he must use his sword.

Because, if he doesn't move his sword, he will definitely lose.

Fan Qinghui, "······".

The crowd around the audience, "·······".

Who made the rumor before?
Is this an organization of super perverted swordsmen?
The former Ximen Chuixue and the current Yan Shisan, they only had swords in their eyes, and they were true masters of swordsmanship.

Such people, not to mention blood sacrifices to beauties, even if beauties dance and flirt with them, I am afraid they will not feel it.

In their eyes, there are no men and women, nor beautiful and ugly women.

In their eyes, only the sword.

Should they be called the Swordsman Against Heaven Organization?

No!They should be called a pretense organization, everyone can act pretentious, and it's still high-quality, high-level pretentious, and it doesn't repeat itself.

(End of this chapter)