Jiangzhou is located on the south bank of the lower reaches of the Yangtze River.
It borders Tongling to the east, Huangshan City to the south, and Jiangxi to the west. Its northern part is along the river, with low terrain and intertwined rivers and lakes. The so-called Jiangnan is divided by the south bank of the Yangtze River, and across the river to the north is Yuzhou.
At this moment, a person was standing on the south side of the river bank.
The white hair sways gently in the wind, which is a kind of desolation of years and a kind of weight of life. He is covered in white clothes, spotless, and seems to be always so neat. There is no trace of anything on his gentle and calm face. His expression was as if nothing in the world was enough to move him.
The sun filled the sky and white snow covered the shore. He faced the other shore and looked into the distance, as if he was waiting for someone.
The light raft was floating on the river, and a nameless man in a blue robe suddenly arrived on the raft.
Clothes were flying, and the person had landed on the shore. He looked at the person in front of him, with endless complexity in his eyes...
They only met three times! The first time in the teahouse, Wuming already felt that he was a formidable person. The second time at the West Lake, Wuming had already seen how scary he was. Now in the past fifteen years, this is the third time the two have met. But when I saw him again, he was already the most frightening person in the world.
"Actually, when I met you for the second time, I already guessed that you were the person described in the poem."
Random responded: "But you're not sure, or you don't want to believe it."
Wuming seemed very helpless and said: "'All living beings hold their heads high, and all the heroes in the world bow their heads." This sentence is such an extravagant statement. How can I dare to believe it, and how can I want to believe that there are such people in this world. "
"It's not your fault. If I were you, I wouldn't believe it either."
Wuming looked at his back and said solemnly: "But you do exist, Fifteen is frightened, frightened by fright, a person who is frightened even by fright."
Ranyi smiled slightly and said: "Maybe I'm not like this, maybe I'm not as scary as you think."
Are the rumors wrong? Is the prophecy wrong?
Wuming wants to believe it, but cannot believe it. No one in the world knows the origin of the Demon Lord, nor does anyone know the depth of his martial arts. Even though tens of thousands of people in the world fifteen years ago tried to "test" with their lives, no one still knows how much his martial arts is practiced. What a state.
That night, he started killing from midnight and never stopped until daytime. He never felt weak or exhausted. He never hesitated between attacks. He was always so calm and calm. He slaughtered nearly 30,000 people in the world in one night, but he was still... The clothes will not be stained with dust, and the clothes will not be stained with blood.
Besides, after the Panic Conference, there were rumors that the Demon Lord was actually good at using swordsmanship!
Wuming turned his eyes slightly and looked at the long sword slanted under his waist, and asked: "Thirteenth and fourteenth are frightened, but they are actually your sword and saber, right?"
He nodded casually and said, "Judging from the description of those two poems, it should be so!"
Wuming asked again: "So, you know how to use a sword?"
With a casual tone, he said as if he was light and airy, "I am well versed in hundreds of schools of thought in the martial arts. I have learned a vast amount of knowledge. Not only am I proficient in eighteen kinds of weapons, but I can also use palms, fingers, fists and feet. But What I have learned in my life is that swords are the most important thing!"
There are hundreds of schools of knowledge, a vast ocean, and swords are the best...
He said it in an understatement, but Wuming felt helpless as never before. Although he had never started a fight with him, Wuming already felt that he was no match for him. Perhaps he knew that fifteen years ago. Enemy.
Wuming asked helplessly: "Then what else do people like you want? Who are you waiting for?"
Ranyi said calmly: "How can you understand this kind of thing?"
"Don't you understand?"
Wuming murmured to himself. In fact, he wanted to persuade this person to go back. He wanted to stop this duel. He also wanted to know what kind of person the Demon Lord was and what the Demon Lord might do in the future. But he was definitely not not understand!
There is a kind of person who is almost a god because he is invincible in the world.
There is an obsession that makes him want to be defeated, because he has no opponent in the world.
There is a kind of loneliness that no one can understand, because only he can understand it in the world.
No matter how much he talks, it's useless. He's like this
A person who can wait for an opponent will never give up. Today's battle is inevitable. At this moment, a figure slowly appeared on the other side of the river.
Old face, old person!
The visitor is no longer young. Looking at someone who is almost seventy years old, his face should be full of tiredness and fatigue, but the expression on his face is as calm and peaceful as dead water, and his eyes are dull. Although it is turbid, it sparkles with essence, revealing an unbreakable determination and arrogant self-confidence.
With a flash of his body, he was as fast as a meteor. With just one breath, he crossed the more than 40 feet wide river and came to the two of them.
The straight back stood in front of them like a sea holding up the sky.
When Dugu Jian saw Wuming again, his face was neither surprised nor moved. His eyes fell on the other person and he said softly: "Fifteen years ago, you gave me a chance. Fifteen years later, I'm here." Already."
He smiled randomly and said, "I just hope you don't disappoint me!"
Dugu Jian also smiled, with a sarcastic and cold smile, and said: "Not only will you not be disappointed, you will also be defeated. In the past, I was not even qualified to ask you to draw the sword, but today you will be defeated by my sword. "
Ran Ran's smile grew thicker and he said, "I have never been defeated, and I don't know what defeat feels like. If possible, I would like to taste it once."
Dugu Jian said calmly: "Yes, I will!"
After he finished speaking, the man walked forward, and there was a forest in front of him.
When the man walked five feet away, he followed his back towards the woods; there were rafts and boats on the river, and Wuming knew that the sword master was looking for a battlefield.
There were green woods, some fallen leaves, and countless weeds. The Sword Master walked in front, walking slowly, neither fast nor slow, and there was a "rustling" sound under his feet.
It was the sound of stepping on fallen leaves and grass. As the sword master continued to walk slowly, the sound of footsteps gradually became smaller and smaller. In the end, the sound of footsteps had completely disappeared, and there was no sound at all under his steps.
The grass that would be blown down by the slightest breeze was actually stepped on by him. It only swayed a little, and his body seemed to have lost even its weight.
And what about the Demon Lord?
There was no sound of his footsteps from beginning to end. As the two of them walked in the forest, the sound of their footsteps disappeared.
The two finally stopped, one after the other almost at the same time.
Then, there was only a "choking" sound, and a sword light shot out first. In the flash of the sword light, more than a dozen solid trees were split into two parts.
The green leaves are colorful, the sword light flows, and the fallen leaves are all broken into pieces, and the pieces fall like rain.
But seeing the cold light shining out, the sword energy is like a rainbow, but the sword shadow is all over the sky, like a thousand swords, as if intertwined into a heaven and earth net, a whirlpool of destruction, covering one person.
The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, cutting the surrounding trees in two; the sword light was scattered, causing the fallen leaves to fall like rain.
