“The east wind is used to blowing in so many beautiful places, and seeing the snow and smoke rising, it’s a kind of romance;
Traveling in the world of mortals, I am proud of thousands of mountains, and ask about the sorrow on the sword. Nine thousand are better than beauty. "
Jiu Qian Sheng was dressed in a snow-white fur coat with gold patterns embroidered on it. He looked quite noble, with a sharp edge all over his body. He was holding a white jade folding fan, chanting poems, and walked into Jiangnan. Chun Xin and Leng Yan were courting Wan Xi. The city’s foothold.
The layout of the courtyard, even with the knowledge of a sword god...
All right.
Not as good as the Thirteenth Peak of Aofeng.
That's where it's truly refreshing and dazzling.
It's quite normal now, but it's a bit overwhelming. He has only visited a handful of times in the past ten years.
In the courtyard, Jiang Nan Chunxin stood up, folded the folding fan and placed it on the table, looked at the elegant figure, and then greeted him:
"Qianmi, are you preparing for a sword fight?"
On the Tianxia Fengyun Monument, No. 1 Sword in the World and No. 1 Sword in the World, no one has tried to leave their names on it over the years.
More people are still looking forward to the final battle.
As a result, the wait lasted ten years.
Now it seems that the final result of The Best Sword in the World should be revealed earlier than the First Sword in the World.
"Excuse me, Brother Jiangnan." Jiu Qian Sheng walked into the courtyard and nodded with a chuckle.
A pair of long knives were materialized at the same time as he spoke, and Jiu Qian Sheng placed them on the table in front of Jiang Nan Chunxin. Both knives had sheaths. Although they looked the same white in appearance, they gave people different impressions.
One is like smoke and mist, more hazy;
One is like snow and clouds, full of joy.
"Right and wrong are dawning, success or failure is in the clouds, I haven't seen you for a while."
With emotion in his words, Jiang Nanchunxin picked up the knives one after another and took them out of their sheaths for inspection. These pairs of knives were forged on the Thirteenth Peak of Aofeng in the past.
The two have separate names when they are separated, and collectively they are called Qiluo Dual Swords.
After confirming the status of the dual swords, Zhiwen Kaiwu Tiangong continued:
"Brother Zi's casting skills are indeed extraordinary, and he has indeed worked hard on the pair of sky-bending double rainbows, but it is still just a little bit behind. Qianmi, you can rest assured."
Zi Yan's Yuanji refining is indeed mysterious, and his casting skills are indeed extraordinary.
However, Jiangnan Harunobu has confidence in himself and will never let his works be interrupted during the war, especially if his friends are using them.
"Ha, I certainly believe in Brother Jiangnan's casting skills." Jiu Qiansheng closed the folding fan in his hand, hung it on his waist, and chuckled: "But Brother Jiangnan told me back then, remember to repair the weapons after they have been used for a long time."
"Just remember what I said." Jiangnan Chunxin put the knife back on the table, separated from the scabbard, and complained to his friends angrily:
"Brother Lin will probably be very happy if you fight with others less frequently. There are so many enemies in the world. To be honest, I doubt that you have a special physique."
There are obvious traces of the use of the double knives. Obviously, the frequency of use is not low.
In addition, when he was at the Thirteenth Peak of Aofeng and had nothing to do, Lin Chongyang once talked to him about the process of getting acquainted with Jiu Qian Sheng.
This friend is somewhat outrageous anyway.
Jiu Qiansheng decisively changed the subject: "Speaking of which, what are my friends busy with recently?"
No matter what, he didn't want to be tortured by his friends at all.
"I don't know, maybe I'm taking people on a tour of misery."
Regarding his friend's current itinerary, Kaiwu Tiangong said that he didn't know much about it, but he could roughly make some guesses from the gossip he heard from Xiao Liuxia.
Immediately, Jiang Nan Chunxin changed the topic: "Do you and Qi Taizu have a formal time limit for a sword fight?"
"According to the convention of Fengyun Monument, it will be held on the first day of the next month."
There was no good time in this regard. The finale of the best sword fight in the world was scheduled to take place on the first day of the new year, so Jiu Qian Sheng simply borrowed it from it.
"In this case, there will still be some time, are you sure?"
"There is no actual battle, and the outcome is still undecided. Moreover, the reputation is not important. What is important is the process of the battle. Maybe I can find further inspiration."
Jiu Qian Sheng is self-aware of his current progress, and he has never neglected to continuously improve himself.
His natural knife sense did bring him quite a bit of advantage.
but.
He is not very dependent on the sword sense.
If you want to truly reach the top, you need to find your own path.
Rather than success being born with sword sense, and failure being born with sword sense, is it the person who is practicing the sword, or is it the sword sense that is practicing the sword? What if Dao Jue is affected during the battle?
Just surrender? Waiting to die?
A certain sword god said he couldn't accept it.
Jiu Qian Sheng asked back: "Didn't Xiao Jiu leave his name as the best in the world?"
"The purpose of his name is similar to yours. Casting skills are not suitable for closed doors. I didn't expect that someone would actually leave a name. I even saw old friends and their descendants."
Then I saw Jiangnan Chunxin taking the corresponding tools and starting to maintain the Qiluo swords. Casting was related, but it was all technical work.
…………
The sky was dark, the wind and snow all over the mountains and fields reflected the light clouds at dusk, and the sharp and cruel cold wind blew through, rolling up the snow waves. First, a section of clothes was exposed, and then, as the snow was blown away, the whole picture was revealed. .
It was a man lying in the snow.
This place is full of wind and snow, and is called the land of the West Pole.
Between the vast white sky and the earth, a yellow figure holding a gorgeous umbrella stepped here. The length and strength of each step were the same as the previous step, walking in the snow.
The wind, snow and cold current were all blocked by the gorgeous umbrella, making it difficult to cross the thunder pool.
He moved forward in a certain direction, and finally found the man who had fallen stiffly in a certain patch of snow.
"It's almost turned into ice, but there is still one breath left. The vitality of the spirit race is indeed stronger than that of the human race. Duan Qiansha deserves to be feared by Qiong Qi Wenfeng."
I heard him sighing softly, his gentle voice somewhat inexplicable.
After all, a thousand people can be called an army or something. No matter how you look at it, it is indeed a bit difficult to describe. Considering that the two sides have been fighting for more than a thousand years, it is not incomprehensible that this battle is a decisive battle.
After fighting for so many years, he can still produce so much combat power. For ethnic groups other than the human race, it is already very good.
He raised his left hand slightly, his true energy spread, and the ground rose and fell.
Immediately.
The frozen soil broke through the snow and turned into connected stone walls. When the roofing was completed, a stone house appeared in the vast wind and snow.
The man who originally fell in the snow was now lying on the stone bed.
The yellow-shirted figure flicked out a sword energy with just a few fingers, which penetrated into the unconscious man's body and briefly nursed his injuries. He had witnessed the battle outside Ogu Kunlun in the past, and it was not difficult to deal with this side effect.
As for appearing here at this moment, it is purely because of leisure.
The affairs within the sect have been handed over, and now that he is free, he can travel as he did when he was young.
After the conditioning was completed, the figure in yellow shirt stepped out of the stone house.
After a while, the sound of poetry came in——
"As long as you admire the gentle breeze, let go of all the learning to restrain yourself. It is difficult to change the chaotic times and reverse the good things. It is difficult to overcome the Spring and Autumn Period. The noble and the humble can be called the same, and the beautiful and the ugly can also be called the same.
Real, one helps the world; virtual, one helps the world. "
(End of chapter)
