After Song Xin gradually recovered his vision, he found himself on a boat traveling along the river. The river is very wide, and the river banks on both sides are just a vague gray shadow. The air is cold and moist, with a hint of loneliness
There was a man standing on the bow of the boat. He heard the movement behind him and turned around.
Song Xin was stunned when she saw this person's face, "You are..."
The person in front of him turned out to be exactly the same as himself. It's just that this face is a little more mature and steady, as if he is his grown-up self. But there was a faint sad look hidden between his brows,
"I'm Xin Youmi. You once paid homage to me, how could you forget?" After seeing Song Xin, the man's frown relaxed slightly.
"Xin Youmi, aren't you a warrior from the Spring and Autumn Period?" Song Xin didn't expect that this person turned out to be Xin Youmi.
Xin Youmi chuckled, "Aren't you curious why I look like you?"
Song Xin said: "I don't know."
"You have two soul fragments in your body, and you are not the same person at this time, are you?"
Song Xin was secretly surprised and couldn't help but frown slightly. Xin Youmi smiled lightly, "It seems I was right."
Song Xin asked: "How do you know this?"
Xin Youmi said: "I used to be you. In other words, you, me, and the soul that was assimilated by you all belonged to the same person. Maybe if you meet Miss Yun, she will tell you." After finishing, he pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand and pulled out a bronze sword with a swipe sound.
Song Xin was shocked, this man meant to take action. Then he squeezed his palm in the air, and a long sword was held in his palm.
"Do you want to fight? You just said you met Miss Yun? Who is she?"
Xin Youmi said: "Haha, if you can not be defeated by me, I will naturally let you go to see her. I want to see your methods. If you lose, you will be fused by me. Then your current consciousness, It will also become a part of me, and your body will belong to me.”
"Fusion?" Song Xin was stunned.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Xin Youmi's bronze sword was pointed at Song Xin's cheek, and it came instantly.
Song Xin did not expect that the other party would strike so quickly. He dodged to the back and got rid of the bronze sword. At the same time, the long sword was attached to his back. He pulled out the sword beautifully with his backhand and faced Xin Youmi's sword movement. .
The two swords collided, creating a ball of sparks, and their swords were bounced away.
Xin Youmi suddenly dwarfed and attacked again. Song Xin did not show any weakness and faced the opponent's sword force to attack.
Xin Youmi's movement was extremely flexible, he dodged the attack sideways, and the bronze sword wrapped around him again. The bronze sword is much shorter than the long sword, and Xin Youmi's swordsmanship is mostly focused on close combat, like a smart green snake, dangerous and dexterous.
Song Xin knew the advantages and disadvantages of his long sword, and used Tiangang Steps to constantly control the distance between him and his opponent. The two were evenly matched on the boat.
After fighting for several times in a row, all the moves were resolved by the opponent.
"His swordsmanship is very strong. If he uses a long sword, I'm afraid Brother Wei may not be able to win quickly! I also took advantage of the weapon."
Song Xin was secretly shocked. Although this man used a bronze sword, his swordsmanship was wonderful and varied. He also secretly thought of fighting with Xin Youmi and secretly learning the other's sword skills. After all, such opponents are rare.
He began to parry frequently, but his attention was focused on the opponent's attack method. At the same time, he also used the long sword to test the strength of the opponent's sword, so as to judge whether it was a suspicious weapon or a surprise weapon.
"Do you only know how to defend?" Xin Youmi seemed to have read Song Xin's thoughts and sarcastically said.
"Hey, you should be invincible first!" Song Xin replied. Xin Youmi didn't know what he said, but he felt that it made some sense. It came from Sun Tzu's Art of War, which means that when you encounter a well-matched opponent, you should first make yourself invincible and then look for opportunities to defeat the enemy. Sun Wu was hundreds of years later than Xin Youmi, so of course he didn't know.
Xin Youmi leaned down and avoided Song Xin's sword that slashed across the neck, and finally managed to get close to Song Xin. He gently sent the bronze sword forward, about to pierce Song Xin's ribs.
"Okay!" Song Xin couldn't help but cheer. At the same time, he took a wrong step, turned his body, and narrowly avoided the sword. At the same time, he held his long sword across his chest. At this time, the tip of Xin Youmi's elbow had reached.
There was a muffled bang, hitting the body of Song Xin's long sword directly. Song Xin took a step back slightly. But he took the opportunity to distance himself again.
"You can actually see through this move, not bad." Xin Youmi couldn't help but admire as he put away his bronze sword.
"One-step swordsmanship is something I've never seen before, but it's not that easy for you to defeat me. If it weren't for the restrictions, you would have been defeated long ago." Song Xin said with a smile.
"Haha, are you talking about spiritual power? Why don't we stop restricting and use our spiritual power to fight hard."
"What! Are you too?" Song Xin was still surprised when he felt a wave of spiritual energy coming from Xin Youmi's body.
At the same time, the bronze sword in his hand also suddenly changed color. The originally dark golden sword began to shine, and the blade also had a faint thunder purple color.
"Haha, okay!" Song Xin shook his hand, and his spiritual power penetrated the long sword, making a buzzing sound like a dragon's roar. The silver sword energy ran through the sword body and beat excitedly on the long sword.
"Sword Qi! You have actually cultivated sword Qi!? Okay!" Xin Youmi was a little surprised, but more excited.
"Let's see if my thunder sword energy is stronger, or your silver sword energy is better!" He laughed loudly, and the copper sword thrust out instantly with the force of thunder. The water vapor around him seemed to become a bathing place for thunder and lightning, which made him feel uncomfortable. They ran and swam freely in it.
Song Xin felt the hairs on her body stand on end due to static electricity, and was extremely frightened.
The two of them fought again, and it was completely different from just now. With the blessing of spiritual power, the speed of the two of them was as fast as the wind, and the wooden boat under their feet was blown by the spiritual power, causing sawdust to fly everywhere. They jumped into the water and fought in the water. He jumped up high and landed on the boat.
Just now it was like an ordinary swordsman competing with swords, but now the speed of lightning meteors is enough to dazzle people. If Wei Tong were here, he would probably be shocked.
However, Song Xin also gradually figured out Xin Youmi's swordsmanship, and sometimes used his moves to fight back.
After a "swish" sound, the Heavenly Sword's air pressure hit Xin Youmi's head. He dodged and the wooden boat was split in half by Song Xin's sword. Then under the power of the sword energy, the broken ship was directly crushed into sawdust. The two of them landed directly on the water, and they launched their Water Escape at the same time, standing on the rippling water as if they were walking on flat ground.
"He is indeed a powerful warrior. He has been fighting for an hour and there is no sign of fatigue at all."
Song Xin became more and more frightened as he fought. This guy seemed to have endless strength. Could it be that he was artificial meat and had a permanent energy furnace in his body?
Xin Youmi was also surprised at the same time, "This boy is not very old, and his swordsmanship talent is as good as mine. He can actually learn moves from me!"
"Hey, what's the name of your swordsmanship?" Xin Youmi asked.
"Xuanhuang Sword Technique."
Xin Youmi said: "The power is good, but the name is ugly."
"Haha, no matter how ugly the name is, it's not the name I gave you! Look at the sword!" Song Xin paid no attention to him, shouted, and with a hint of heavenly power in his sword energy, he slashed towards Xin Youmi's face.
Although he only understood the Xuanhuang Sword Technique with one sword energy, it was already quite powerful. Due to the limitations of the weapon, the sword energy power of Xuanhuang Sword Art cannot be used to its extreme, otherwise the iron sword will not be able to withstand it and will instantly break into pieces.
But even if there is only a trace of the power of the sky, it still makes people feel that they are under the sky, unable to escape and can only resist. This power is the easiest to comprehend among the eight sword energies of the Xuanhuang Sword Technique, but it is also the most difficult to master.
Xin Youmi also saw the specialness of this swordsmanship. He gritted his teeth and sent spiritual power into the bronze sword, knocking it towards the long sword.
After a loud sound of gold and iron clashing, a silvery-white whirlwind encircled ripples of purple electricity and spread from the intersection of the two swords. Song Xin only felt a numbing wind sweep across his face, and then blew up the surrounding water. Waves over ten feet high. The broken and struggling wooden boat was instantly swallowed up by the huge waves and disappeared without a trace.
Xin Youmi felt a huge suction on his arm, and Song Xin's body became taller in his eyes, as if a giant god was looking at him. But the Song Xin in front of him was still like that, and he didn't know why he had this illusion.
But he was a master of swordsmanship after all, and he gritted his teeth and withstood the blow.
Xin Youmi became more and more frightened. He didn't expect that this sword technique contained such strange power. However, after resisting for a few rounds, he seemed to see the weakness of Song Xin's swordsmanship.
That is, Song Xin's power cannot be released at will because his weapons are too weak.
"Okay, let's stop fighting!" Xin Youmi suddenly jumped away and said loudly.
"Why don't you fight?" Song Xin took a few steps back and stood on the water.
"Your swordsmanship is good. But your iron sword is too weak. If you can replace it with a spiritual weapon, I will never be your opponent. If we continue to fight, it will be meaningless."
"You are right. I have a spiritual weapon, but it is just a short knife. I am not used to it."
"Your sword technique should have seven kinds of sword energy, right?"
Song Xin nodded and said: "Well, yes, this sword technique can cultivate eight kinds of sword energy, but I have only realized one."
"So, you can't defeat me if you only know one sword spirit." Xin Youmi shook his head arrogantly.
"Isn't there nothing you can do against me?" Song Xin showed no sign of weakness.
"Hahaha, you are too conceited. I have seen all your methods. If we continue to fight now, it will still be a tie. If you can comprehend another sword energy, you may still have a chance."
"I don't believe it." Song Xin was a little stunned. This man was so crazy that he couldn't do anything about it.
"Hey, you still have a flaw. If you only have one sword, you can only control one kind of sword energy at the same time. There must be a breath of time to switch. If you meet a master, this breath is enough to crush you to ashes. !”
"I really didn't expect this, thank you very much. But why did you tell me?"
"I want to see your potential, and I also want to see the more amazing aspects of your swordsmanship."
"My potential?" Song Xin was a little surprised. This man was really a sword fanatic.
"Well, I can ask you to see Miss Yun. If she is willing to help you practice, your visit this time will not be in vain!"
"You haven't said who she is yet?"
Xin Youmi didn't answer, just turned his head and said, "Well, you can go see her!".
"You haven't said who you're meeting yet?"
Xin Youmi ignored it, and his figure slowly became transparent, then disintegrated into countless lights like fireflies, and then gathered into a spiritual mass the size of a fingertip.
"He is a spirit?" Song Xin was startled.
At this moment, the surrounding scenery changed again.
