The wanton sword intent!
Cold and biting...
The folding fan in Jing Yun's hand swayed slightly, the ribs supporting the fan surface to prevent it from being eroded by the sword's intent.
The entire end of the spring rain was filled with Tang Peimin's sword intent, which was as sharp as invisible arrow clusters. It was shot out quietly when it was caught off guard, leaving people overwhelmed and deeply hurt at the same time.
Lin Yi hugged He Xi's body, feeling warm in his arms but also feeling extremely cold behind him.
Tang Peimin, who has been in the destiny for many years and even entered the upper realm of destiny, has been to the sword pavilion in the south and challenged the sword holder of the sword pavilion, the world's best swordsman recognized by the Western countries. Unfortunately, Tang Peimin failed all within twenty moves.
He was defeated, but luckily, he survived safely in the hands of the first swordsman, and even walked out of the sword pavilion beside the big weir step by step.
Even though he is always following the same trend, it is enough for Tang Peimin to be ranked among the top swordsmen in the world.
The sword holder of Dayan Sword Pavilion is known as the best swordsman in the world. He has reached the peak of destiny many years ago. He is rated by the Tianchi Holy Land in the Western countries as the most promising practitioner in the world to become a saint. Regarding this, many practitioners in the world
The respect and admiration for the sword-wielding uncle reached its peak, but only the empire turned a blind eye to the sword-wielding uncle. After all, he was a man who had subjugated his country.
As we all know, there is only one saint in the world.
Everything here is in that person's eyes, like dust and misty, unable to enter his eyes.
Tang Peimin had great respect for the sword-wielding uncle, but it was just respect, not much worship. Instead, he had great reverence and admiration for the earthly saint he had never seen before. Due to various emotions,
, causing Tang Peimin's sword intention to undergo different changes. Each sword intention was awe-inspiring and upright, but also had an extremely sinister meaning. Each sword intention was a sure-kill move.
"What a sword, what a powerful kendo!" Jing Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke quickly.
At this time, he had already recognized Tang Peimin's swordsmanship.
In any case, in terms of swordsmanship, Tang Peimin has already made his mark. Not counting the outside world, in terms of the mortal world of the empire, the number one person in swordsmanship should be Tang Peimin, who has the highest fame and fortune. Perhaps to some extent, his strength is not as good as
There are some swordsmen who use swords, but Tang Peimin is already at the forefront of his understanding of the way of the sword and his experience in using the sword's will.
"You have the possibility of becoming a saint..."
Jing Yun watched the swordsmanship that he had not seen for a long time and gave the highest evaluation. He did not hesitate to praise the genius practitioners of the empire. After all, the empire needed to develop and become strong, so it had to rely on these high-end combat capabilities.
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Tang Peimin slowly lowered his hands, and expressed gratitude without any expression on his brows: "Thank you, Mr. Yun, for your evaluation, but that is just a possibility. I once entered the low sword pavilion beside the big weir in the south, and fought with it, which is known as the best swordsman in the world.
I have fought against the sword-wielding uncle. It was a pity in the past that I only managed to hold on for less than twenty moves before being defeated by the sword-wielding uncle. I was completely defeated."
"The title of the number one swordsman in the sword-holding uncle is worthy of the name, and he is also worthy of the Tianchi Holy Land's evaluation of his qualifications to become a saint. As for me, after thinking about it, I have shortcomings. In the past twenty years, I am not a talented person.
, he is not a person who has great luck, but he has endured the hardships of practice, practiced hard all day long, and relied on diligence and unwillingness to get to this point. He has already reached the top, and it is really difficult to become a saint."
"I can't bear your comments, sir..."
After hearing these repeated words, Jing Yun's smiling face turned dark.
Self-aware people are really hateful and disgusting.
The sword went straight forward and struck fiercely.
Jing Yun broke through the barrier of heaven and earth energy leaking out, and there was a slight sound of glass exploding in the air. The sword moved forward again, getting closer and closer to Jing Yun's face. The sword's intention was lowered, and it reached the top of his head.
All those fluttering strands of hair were actually cut off. Jing Yun, who was as graceful and graceful as jade, now looked at her, and the feeling of floating in the world suddenly disappeared.
"Please sir, please give me some advice..."
Tang Peimin frowned tightly and took half a step forward to show that he was pressing forward step by step.
Jing Yun hasn't made a move yet, and Tang Peimin hasn't used all his strength, so Tang Peimin can't see the depth of the gentleman in front of him. But he occasionally has a clear meaning in his heart, that is, the Mr. Judgment in front of him may not be something he can resist, but the pride and unwillingness in his heart
, and his ambition to fight against many strong men in the world, made him continue to maintain a fierce and quick sword, maintain a normal level, and gradually strengthen.
Seeing Jing Yun's silence, Tang Peimin still maintained a calm demeanor.
The long sword divided into countless vaguely visible phantom swords, like countless fallen leaves with a purpose, following a certain direction. Thousands of phantom swords fired in unison, spread out around Jingyun, and the rhythm of the same time came out quickly.
The sword fell on the barrier outside, and the barrier was immediately broken again, causing the surrounding heaven and earth energy to tremble violently.
Barriers are protection and fetters.
Jing Yun sighed, stared at the broken bluestone on the ground, and comforted: "It is not easy to be a genius in the world, and it is even more difficult to be a qualified practitioner who can reach a higher level. Geniuses are easy to come by, but it is difficult to be strong.
, why do you have to be so quick-thinking and have to use some special means to motivate yourself? It’s okay to gain something, but if the gains outweigh the losses, wouldn’t you lose a lot..."
"My path, how to walk, is determined!" Tang Peimin responded coldly.
Jing Yun stopped talking. He gently raised the folding fan in his hand and waved thousands of phantom swords outside. In an instant, countless phantom swords seemed to be blown away by an invincible strong wind, and finally were forcibly broken. This waving wind,
Like the sudden rise of wind and sand in Mobei, carrying an invincible attitude, it powerfully occupies a corner of Mobei and continues to spread to the world.
Seeing this counterattack, Tang Peimin's frosty face showed a smile.
For swordsmen seeking battle, the enemy's attack is the best response to them.
"disease......."
He shouted suddenly, and the long sword turned into a sudden wind, flying wildly in the snowflakes, as if it had turned into snowflakes. However, it only carried the coldness of snowflakes, the biting bone of snowflakes, but not the friendship that snowflakes create in the world.
, so this sword is ruthless and has no merit. It just carries endless attacks. However, this is the way of swordsmanship that Tang Peimin practiced, so it is not considered a mistake.
Jingyun's folding fan nets everything and breaks everything.
Even though he was facing a cultivator who was in the upper realm of destiny and was basically standing at the same level as him, he could still exert his super strength with the folding fan in his hand. Many years ago, when he was still studying in the academy, he was subjected to
At the invitation of a certain master, I went to the Holy Land of the World to practice for half a year. At the same time, I wholeheartedly interacted with many of my peers in the World and gradually became close friends.
In the following years, he would go there for a few days almost every year.
His extraordinary talent allowed him to advance very quickly in his cultivation. In more than ten years, he had already reached the upper realm of destiny, and there were signs of an impact on the peak of destiny. In front of him, Tang Peimin's swordsmanship and cultivation were almost on the same level as him, but he could
With weapons made from otherworldly things, the folding fan in his hand made of the most common materials in the world is his greatest reliance.
In order to end the battle quickly, he launched a terrible attack.
A flick of the folding fan creates a swift and violent wind.
Storms come and go.
There is a sword light at the end of the spring rain.
There was a strong wind at the end of the spring rain.
There is a middle-aged, heartless face imprinted in the snowflakes.
There are also young people whose free and uninhibited postures are reflected in the prism mirror.
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Lin Yi and He Xi walked towards the back for a long time, and when they reached the end of the spring rain, they could just see the battle in the distance. The two of them were close to each other, and the sharing of hardships just now made some unreasonable feelings arise between the two.
Tacit understanding and tranquility. At the end of the spring rain at this time, they could no longer intervene and could only quietly watch the battle come to an end.
The carriage came to the two of them without knowing when.
Staring at the steady and motionless carriage, at the thick curtain, and at the old horse with its head raised proudly, He Xi no longer felt as scared as before, but instead seemed unusually calm, even strangely calm.
The superior in the carriage said: "I have been wandering outside for a long time, and I have also done some shameful things. I should go home, stay at home, and do things that women should do. Don't continue to get involved in the world.
, otherwise after the storm, you will be dead."
The first words seemed very warm, but in He Xi's eyes, they seemed biting no matter what. The next words faced the coldness and warned her harshly. Faced with her own destiny, she felt that she had a choice, so she spoke decisively.
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"I don't want to be a chess piece anymore..."
In silence, the car curtain lifted, revealing a hawk's gaze in the darkness. The prince said: "Is this how you think of me? Do you think some things were arranged by me, so you reacted so violently, and even borrowed some inappropriate words?"
Are you going to force me to cut off this arm?"
"Do you think those people are your arms?" He Xi asked.
The prince sneered directly: "Of course it's impossible. Things that are low and dusty are just chess pieces at best."
He Xi's voice was low: "So, they are chess pieces, and I am within the scope of being manipulated by chess pieces, so naturally I am also a chess piece."
Silence, a long silence.
"Since you think so, I can't say anything, but no matter what, I am your only relative." The prince couldn't help but sigh, and coughed as if his heart was hurting like a knife. The wind and snow gradually came,
According to His Royal Highness's physical condition, it is indeed easy for him to develop cough symptoms. His symptoms were not cured several days ago, and they worsened again tonight.
Regardless of the danger, he is willing to take action himself.
A raised hoof on an old horse is not a good sign.
Not only did the battle in the distance come to an abrupt end, it also entered its final stages. Tang Peimin's sword was thin and thin, like a sharp dagger that could be thrown from the palm of his hand at any time. Holding the hilt of the sword, he did not choose the normal posture of drawing the sword, and suddenly
He held the hilt of the sword upside down and threw it towards the folding fan in the distance that was blocking Jing Yun's face. After the sword was released, his face quickly turned hideous and pale.
The vitality of heaven and earth in the body was completely consumed at this time.
That was the most powerful sword with which he concentrated his mind and thoughts. If this sword missed, he would be unable to fight. It can also be considered that Mr. Yun has strength beyond him. He did not gain much insight from this battle, but it was very enjoyable.
, even more enjoyable than with the sword-wielding uncle.
Not only is the sword movement smooth, but also the state of mind is free.
Finally meeting the first practitioner from outside the world, it can be said that it fulfilled his long-cherished wish.
The long sword flew across the sky, cutting through the floating snowflakes, standing horizontally at the end of the spring rain, seeming to form a new street in the sky.
Jing Yun looked at him calmly, his face not solemn, but he treated him seriously.
The folding fan swayed gently, the fan bones met the same line, and faced the flying sword.
Chapter completed!