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Chapter 387 Goodbye Jianghu (22)

Daqin Dayuan three years, November 21 of the lunar calendar.

Tianjianmen Honghui pierced through the sky with a single sword, with a sixth-rank body, he defeated the top, killed one fifth-rank warrior, and seven sixth-rank warriors. The center of Tianjianmen has a radius of more than [-] li. At the junction of the two counties, all enemies are wiped out. In the absence of a strong enemy, many sects fell apart, it was difficult to maintain, and there was no longer a situation of contention.

The rivers and lakes here are almost severely damaged by one person and one sword.

Everyone was in an uproar.

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One of the four branches of Tianjian Gate is called Yunxiao Peak, and there is an ancient pavilion on the peak.

According to legend, 70 years ago, what was left by the Heavenly Sword was originally just a sinister peak. When spring and autumn come, there is no greenery, only ugly and stubborn rocks, which cover up the original vast scenery.

At that time, the young swordsman didn't like it. After being drunk, he drew his sword and walked up the mountain at night. It survived in the world, and then invited craftsmen to come up and build this pavilion.

It's hard to tell if this story is true or not.

For a full 70 years, there have been many winds and rains in the rivers and lakes, and people of the older generation have long been scattered. Is the matter of this pavilion true?Or is it fake?
No one cares.

Most people just think that they are people from Tianjianmen who put gold on their faces, but the scenery here is really magnificent.

The terrain is the highest, and when you look up, you can see the vastness of the sky. When you look down, you can see the ups and downs of the mountains, like dragons and snakes. Born as cold and lonely as a fairy.

The old man in white raised his hand to drink a cup of tea outside the courtyard halfway up the mountain, put down the teacup, and looked up at the youth in the green shirt who was looming in the pavilion, watching the latter still motionless amidst the howling wind. , in a daze.

Wang Anfeng stood in the middle of the pavilion, and the high-altitude winds blew towards him from four directions, his clothes fluttered, but his whole body was as stable as an old pine root, motionless, his black hair was tied with a pine hairpin, his eyes were calm, just Be sure to look at this magnificent astronomical style.

In his hand, he held a sword.

Iron sword, the scabbard is just two pieces of wood nailed together, plain and pitiful.

But this sword also remained motionless in the wind.

Looking at the scenery outside the mountain for an unknown amount of time, Wang Anfeng's eyes shone slightly, and he seemed to come alive from the statue. He raised the long sword with his right hand, and pointed the blade straight at the oncoming wind.

At this time, the wind was very strong. Needless to say, this crude weapon, which is almost a piece of iron, even if it was a high-quality sharp sword, would tremble and even bend in this strong wind, but this sword did not. There was a sound, like a silent rock, cutting apart the oncoming gust of wind.

Wang Anfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hidden light in his eyes.

In my mind, what I saw yesterday, that magnificent sword kept replaying.

The power of that sword is not the strongest sword he has ever seen. Once in Qingfeng Jie, the Great Elder used his fingers as a sword, and broke through the sky and clouds for three thousand miles with one move. It shocked the world and ranked among the best in the world. Top ten masters.

For a master of that level, it is already difficult to tell what is up and down.

State of mind, state, fighting spirit...

The outcome of the confrontation will be changed due to various factors. Everyone is a wonderful person in this era, and everyone is a peerless beauty. How can it be so easy to distinguish between the top and bottom, the so-called seventh in the world Qingfeng Grand Elder Xie is actually a first-class martial artist in the entire world.

But in the eyes of Wang Anfeng at this time, Honghui's last sword that burned himself out was nothing compared to it in terms of power, but in terms of intention, it was exactly the same.

It wasn't until he saw the sword that Wang Anfeng realized that the reward Hong Hui said earlier for protecting Hong Feibai and the others was to see the sword up close.

See the most burning moment in a swordsman's life.

Personally feel the sword intent, the sword heart, this kind of opportunity is a rare opportunity for any swordsman who practices the way of the sword, or even for any warrior.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. The sword never trembled in the strong wind, and it was still like a silent and hard stone, scattering the wind.

The old man on the mountainside looked dazed, and it took a long time to retract his gaze, and then turned to another direction, which was the martial arts field in the Yunxiao Mountain line, and the sharp sword light flashed, even though it was quite far away. The distance can still make people feel the sting.

On the martial arts arena, Hong Feibai was holding a broken sword, and he was still using the same set of Yunxiao swordsmanship in his hand. When the silver light flashed, the sword energy was already [-]% powerful, which made the rest of the disciples envious, but he It seems that it has never been satisfied, never stopped.

With practice again and again, that move gradually deformed, but everyone could see that this gradually deformed sword technique was still the same set of Yunxiao sword technique.

Clouds move without a trace, birth and death are invisible.

The young man's raised black hair was already grey.

It is more dazzling than Jianguang.

The old man looked back and sighed.

Three days after Tianjianmen Honghui was disbanded, the Tiger Sword Sect relocated as a whole and left the original gate.

After crossing the sword gate, all the Shuangquan sects left, and there was no one in the original sect, so some people from the world with good martial arts appeared near the Tianjian gate. There is one person who dares to be disrespectful to Tianjian.

Among the boxes of restaurants in the city.

A rough man drank heavily. Opposite him was an elegant man holding a long sword. He had a handsome face, but unfortunately there was a scar on his cheek, which ruined the overall temperament and made him look more fierce.

If a warrior is active in the south of Fufeng, he should be able to recognize this middle-aged man and the slender and sharp long sword in his hand.

With this sharp sword and an extremely ghostly and unpredictable serial fast sword, Cen Penghai's name is already quite resounding in the southern area of ​​Fufeng.

The burly man drank down the jar of spirits and put the empty jar on the table heavily.

Frowning, looking at his elder brother, he said in a rough voice:
"Brother, if you want to open the mountain gate, why do you have to come here to visit that Heavenly Sword Gate?"

"I lost my identity for nothing!"

Cen Penghai raised his eyebrows, a little funny, and said:
"Oh? How do you say that?"

The burly man used the strength of the wine to stick his tongue out and said:

"What else can I say..."

"There are only four masters of the third grade in Jianmen, and there is an old man who has not lived for a few years. Brother, you are so strong in martial arts, why should you respect him so much? Instead, you lose face and make friends in the world ridicule .”

"Furthermore, in such a large area, the Heavenly Sword Sect is only a bit of a master. If you hold all the territory in your hands, don't worry, don't worry about the rest of the warriors around. Will the sect be interested in it? If they attack in groups, the Heavenly Sword Sect will also stop them." Can't stop..."

Cen Penghai, who had been listening with a faint smile, restrained his smile, fell silent for a while, sighed leisurely, and said:
"They're not sure."

The man who spoke earlier was a little drunk, and asked:

"What, not sure?"

"Just not sure."

Cen Penghai opened his mouth, fell silent for a while, and said:

"Who knows, will there be a third Heavenly Sword in the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

"There are four sword masters of the same generation as Honghui, and there is one fifth-rank swordsman."

"Below the grand master, no one is sure that he can withstand that sword..."

When Hong Hui made that sword strike, they were visiting friends nearby, recalling the soaring sword aura they saw at that time, and thinking about his swordsman's demeanor, Cen Penghai only felt trembling in his heart, and almost had the urge to restrain himself.

But after this impulse, there was a strong frustration.

Frustration as a swordsman.

The companion was already drunk, but Cen Penghai continued to speak, not for the purpose of explaining, but because the gloomy air was stuck in his throat, and he drank three glasses of wine without vomit, and murmured:

"Honghui's sword has killed not only warriors, but also infinite hearts, and covets everywhere in the rivers and lakes. After seeing the sword energy soaring to the sky, as long as the swordsmen of Honghui's generation have not died, they will definitely die. Someone will dare to attack Tianjian easily."

"It's true, it's enough to prolong the life of Tianjianmen for ten years."

"And if someone in the next generation can grow up and refine their minds, the Heavenly Sword Sect will flourish for 300 years..."

He stared out of the window in a daze, at the vast sky.

The big man next to him was already drunk at the table, snoring.

On the first day of December, Tianjian Honghui was buried.

On the martial arts arena, Hong Feibai withdrew his sword again.

The sword technique displayed in his hands is no longer what it was before.

Looking at the familiar scenery in silence for a long time, he walked towards the main hall and Bu Yunmeng.

On the top of Yunxiao Mountain, Wang Anfeng, who had been standing in this pavilion for several days, finally made a new move, but it was not a sword.

He looked up at the magnificent sky, sighed, turned around and walked away. Before leaving, he weighed the iron sword in his hand and inserted it into the bluestone of the pavilion.

The sword remained motionless.

After Wang Anfeng left, the old man who had been staying in the middle of Yunxiao Mountain swept up the mountain, and the strong wind did not affect him in the slightest. Tie Jian, after a while, suddenly raised his hand to caress.

Suddenly the sword howled up.

The old man withdrew his palm subconsciously, looked at the bloodshot eyes on his fingers, thought of what he had seen Hong Fei dancing with his sword these days, and whispered in a daze:

"One stands dry to get its artistic conception, and the other moves to get its moves."

"Get it, and let it go..."

Wang Anfeng originally came here to trace the traces of the masters of Baihutang, but the incense master of Baihutang had already died under Honghui's sword, and the clues have been interrupted since then.

At this time, Honghui had already been buried, and he had no reason to stay here. He went to visit the head of Tianjianmen, and when he left Tianjianmen, he saw Hong Feibai, whom he had never found before, on the way down the mountain.

The young man's temples were already graying, but his temperament became more serious. He carried two swords behind his back, one thick and simple, the other slender, and a broken sword pinned to his waist.

The broad sword is called Tianlong Bone, which Honghui used when he was young, while the slender long sword is just the standard saber of the disciples of Tianjianmen.

Wang Anfeng was startled slightly, and said:
"Fei Bai, you are..."

His eyes noticed the blue package that the young man was carrying.

Hong Feibai noticed his gaze, looked calm, and said:
"I want to go to the rivers and lakes other than Fufeng, to see the scenery everywhere, to see different swords..."

"Then come back."

Wang Anfeng looked at the young man, nodded slowly, and said:
"That would be really nice..."

Hong Feibai nodded, and the two fell silent immediately. They went down the mountain together until they reached the foot of the mountain. On the battlefield that had gone through fierce battles with several middle-level third-rank masters, Hong Feibai stood still and pursed his lips. Turning around to look at Wang Anfeng, he slowly raised his hands and cupped his fists, saying:
"Then, brother Wang."

"You and I will see you in the future..."

Wang Anfeng looked at this young swordsman with slightly white temples and three swords, raised his hand in return, and said:

"Goodbye Jianghu."

"Farewell, then."

"Farewell..."

PS: Today's second update is presented...

Well, today is a bit late, thank you for the previous reward... and then resume the normal update time tomorrow...

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