As spring passes and autumn comes, the sky and the earth are rustling, and this fight gradually loses its sense of proportion.
The monks below the seventh level withdrew from the battlefield early. The monks from the three levels of disaster and nirvana gradually appeared on the scene. The warriors from the ninth level also occasionally took action. They were fighting during the day, fighting at night, and fighting day and night. .
The first time Lu Xuanlou appeared on the battlefield, he was the strongest at the peak of the Nine Realms. He was overwhelmingly victorious and lingered on the battlefield for a long time.
Between Qingxiu and Baiwei Mountains, monks from both sides fought in chaos. Hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers were first turned over, burying countless corpses and blood, and then trampled on to make them strong, and then turned over again. Come here and be trampled hard again.
This goes on and on and on.
In the sky above the battlefield, thousands of feet away, there is a throne, shining brightly, with sword energy flowing horizontally.
Lu Xuanlou is like a brothel prodigal, sitting on the throne leaning on the throne, holding his cheek with one hand and shaking the sword gourd with the other hand. He looks down at the battlefield from a high position, taking in all the fighting. Occasionally, he sees wonderful fighting. I want to take a deep drink without even saying a word of praise. The sword energy tastes great when paired with wine.
On the top of Baiwei Mountain, the old swordsman was sitting cross-legged, still concentrating his sword energy. The sword energy was moving vertically and horizontally, intertwined, and the sword light behind him was like a pillar of light standing on the ground, holding up the sky. It shines as brightly as day for a hundred miles in radius.
Besides the Old Sword Immortal, there is a stunningly beautiful figure. Her sword clothes cannot be danced, but she is not affected by the old Sword Immortal’s sword intention and sword energy at all. She is independent from the world.
The old swordsman can conquer the city with one sword, and he is recognized as the best swordsman in the world. Wen Xi, the Great Sword Immortal, is recognized as the best swordsman in the world in the future.
An old man and a young man stood on the top of a mountain together. The top of the mountain was the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and the dozens of young swordsmen behind them were all yearning for it.
"As young swordsmen of my generation, we are getting worse and worse. No wonder we have to be ridden on our heads by the ancestral court of the Three Religions to poop and pee."
The old swordsman looked at the dozen people behind him. The famous young swordsman could not help but shake his head slightly.
Zhu Qinghou and Yan Chenyu from the Tianxia Sword Fairy City, Wen Zhaogu from the Luoyue Wen family, Pei Sun from the swordsman Pei family, Cao Wei from the Sword Qi Cao family, Jian Xuan from the Eastern Wasteland Holy Land, Jian Meng, a young sword cultivator, is a famous swordsman with excellent swordsmanship, but in the eyes of this old swordsman, he is a little less interesting.
These young sword cultivators were exposed to the light of his sword, and their bodies were soaked in the sword energy. Their faces were red and their ears were red, and they looked like they were dying. There was no trace of the calmness and grace of the sword immortal.
Wen Xi paused and said, "If a jade is not polished, it will not become a weapon, especially if it is a swordsman."
"My sword skills may not be as good as others, but the killing power must be astonishing. These You guys need to sharpen your skills a lot."
As the old swordsman said, he looked at Lu Xuan Tower in the distance and asked, "That guy is Lu Xuan Tower."
Wen Xi nodded slightly and heard the old swordsman say, "That boy is quite promising, and he has the same style as the old man."
The first person of the younger generation, this title is really not small. ,The old swordsman had naturally heard about it, but compared to Lu Xuanlou's swordsmanship, the old swordsman liked Lu Xuanlou's talent very much. Especially the sentence that makes three thousand guests drunk with flowers in a house, and freezes nineteen continents with a sword.
The old swordsman felt that with his little swordsmanship, even the dogs would shake their heads. He had to wonder where this boy had heard people talk about his swordsmanship. Otherwise, how could he write such a poem?
Just when the old swordsman was feeling complacent, he suddenly remembered something, looked at Wen Xi playfully, and asked jokingly, "I heard that you are not clear with this kid?"
< p>More than a dozen young swordsmen were stunned. First they looked up at Wen Xi, and then at Lu Xuan Tower in the distance, their eyes flowing back and forth, their thoughts vividly reflected on the paper.Wen Xi suddenly frowned, his jade face gradually became cold, and he just snorted coldly. A dozen young swordsmen only felt a wisp of sword energy bursting around their bodies, and the sword intention invaded their lungs. Heavily injured, his breath was weak, and he lowered his head in panic, fearing that Wen Xi would see the thoughts in his eyes.
"Old Sword Immortal, you want to ask me about swordsmanship"
Wen Xi said coldly. The ridiculous incident between her and Lu Xuanlou could not be hidden from everyone. , but you know, if you say it, you have to weigh your own weight, and this old swordsman is no exception.
"If you don't agree with me, I will ask the sword. How come you are such an unpleasant girl?"
The old swordsman said, "How can I practice swordsmanship?" In order to be unreasonable and not know that it was the little beast who said something about his domineering temperament and superb swordsmanship, and also said that it was the old man who said it, those swordsmen lost their rules and sense of proportion, and did not distinguish between right and wrong in everything. . If the swordsmanship is high, the principles are right. If the swordsmanship is low, the principles are wrong. I can't stand this kind of truth, let alone the three religious ancestral families with the most rules and regulations. It's no wonder that the three religious ancestral families have spared no effort in these years. You suppress the sword cultivator and don’t dare to make me romantic.”
“Among the sword cultivators in the world, you are the only one who can follow you. It’s actually not a bad thing.”
The old swordsman didn’t finish his meaning and said meaningfully, “The swordsmanship is superb, the scenery is superb, and the fireworks in the world are actually better, but to say it is the best, it has to be. It’s the love between children.”
The old swordsman was also an infatuated person when he was young. He only loved gentleness but not swords. Although the old swordsman's words were meant to give guidance to Wenxi, they were more saddening for spring and autumn.
"Senior, I won't bother you with my matter."
Wen Xi didn't appreciate it, but he stopped asking about the sword.
"Yes, yes, it was my dog that caught the mouse, and I was meddling in other people's business."
The old swordsman said no more, looked at the dozen young swordsmen behind him, and pointed Lu Xuanlou said with a smile, "That boy seems to have no one around him, and he is arrogant. He obviously doesn't treat you like a green onion. Who can challenge him for a sword fight?"
The young man is the most ambitious. Unable to hear the words "I am inferior to others", more than a dozen young swordsmen stood up together, all willing to hand over their swords. However, before they could draw their swords, someone already took action.
“These stinking Taoist priests despise me the most.The sword cultivator of this generation steals the show.
The old swordsman muttered, then pointed at a dozen young swordsmen and cursed, "You have to be three minutes slower when asking questions about swordsmanship. You can't even keep up with the heat when you eat shit. That's bullshit swordsman embryo." To help make people look embarrassed. ”
The old swordsman scolded him extremely unpleasantly because he was really angry, and the reason why he was angry was not because these young swordsmen were late in drawing swords, but because of his reminder. The thought of handing over the sword.
In the battle of the road, talking to the masters, handing the sword to the high place, and taking action when it is time to take action.
On the battlefield, it is truly romantic. Looking at the young Taoist priest in front of him, Lu Xuanlou couldn't help but sit up straight and said with a smile, "Asking about swords"
"For you, it's about asking about swords, but for me, it's about discussing Tao. "The young Taoist priest said warmly.
"It's all the same"
Lu Xuanlou nodded, his eyes slowly passed over the sword light on the top of Baiwei Mountain, shook his head and said, "I originally I thought it would be the sword cultivator who would be the first to ask me about swords. "
"It doesn't matter"
The young Taoist smiled and said, "I just want you to enjoy yourself." ”
It’s all the same, no matter who asks for the sword, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter to anyone else.
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