Chapter 13 Sword of Snow

"How dare you learn how to be angry?"

Lin Hu's exclamation made Xuanzhuang feel cold and angry? Seeing that Canglang is only about 20 years old, who taught him this skill when he just joined the swords? This is a sword skill that hurts both sides. Do you want to die?

No, it should be that Canglang really can't do anything about it, so he wants to solve the battle with this last move. I didn't expect that Qing Yu could force Canglang, the eldest brother of Lintianzong, to this point. I have to say...

Xuanzhuang doesn't care much about how much the waves are injured. What he cares about is Qingyu.

"Brother Xuanzhuang, this really doesn't do my business, because the cultivation of Canglang has always been handed over to the elders. Maybe an elder loved this Canglang too much and passed it on to him... So..." Lin Hu quickly explained,

"Alas," Xuanzhuang sighed. What can he do now? He can only look at Qingyu's creation. Although he knows that Qingyu is not weak, he knows that he is not weak enough to fight against Jianwu's anger. If he can save his life, then the battle of reputation is nothing. He quickly shouted to Qing Yu on the court

"Qing Yu, retreat!!"

Qing Yu's arrow had to be fired on the string. Where can he retreat, how can he retreat? Such a big march and declare war. What a shame it would be if he really lost here. Not only lost the face of the sect, but also gave Lin Tianzong a reason to ridicul, but also if he lost. That's equivalent to Qingyu walking to the other party and making him slap himself as shameless.

He can't let his reputation just be raised as hot as ever, and then he will plummet after a moment, and he will be doomed.

So he could only grit his teeth and survive, because Qingyu knew that the difference between him and Canglang was only about one star, just a layer of film.

Qing Yu's eyes lit up, and he thought of a sword move.

When Qingyu's sporadic sword light sank into the tiger's bite-biting sword pattern, the waves of sword appeared, and a smile appeared at the corners of the mouth of the waves with a little blood. Just as Xuanzhuang and others feared, Qingyu's sword and neck would be twisted, and Qingyu's sword went deep into the whirlpool of the wave sword. When you come out, the result will be the arm and the hilt of the sword broken together.

Qing Yu can only make a bet, and the sword flowers float out like willow catkins and fall down like a heavenly woman's scattered flowers.

"What?"

Seeing that the sword of Qingyu, which was about to be twisted, suddenly flashed with blood, highlighting the layers of encirclement of the angry waves, like a dragon jumping out of the water and breaking out of the cocoon.

Then the crackling sound suddenly sounded, which was beyond the expectation of Linhu and others. Instead of breaking, Qingyu's sword rushed out of the blood light, and the surrounding space seemed to be frozen. Only Qingyu's flying body and fluttering sword blade were seen. The waves were lightless, shrugging his head and dragging the two Only the bloody hands, and the broken sword only have a intact hilt in the hand.

This sudden change, this twisting reversal, Canglang could hardly believe that it was true. Xuanzhuang and others opened their eyes and looked at all this in front of them. Linhu, the three elders and other high-ranking people stared at the thin back incredulously. In the face of an authentic swordsman, they could not be inferior. Color.

Naturally, the bright-eyed people among them could see that Qingyu had not yet reached Jianwu. Xuanzhuang's trembling fingers touched Qingyu, and then sparks of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"This... This, this is the withering of death.

The three elders beside him asked, "Aren't you going to die too, suze? When you gave him a demonstration before, maybe he remembered"

Xuanzhuang narrowed his eyes and said, "No, no, where can my death wither have the power of half of this death? Do you remember the one we lived with more than ten years ago..."

The three elders' eyes lit up and then shouted, "You mean, Sword God? Sword God Lingwu?

Xuan Zhuang nodded heavily, "Well, because this last move is the same as the angry waves, it is a sword move that will devour back, and only the sword god Ling Wu in the world, the founder of this sword move can avoid going crazy."

At that moment, Xuanzhuang seemed to see the rebirth of Ling Wu, the sword god, because Xuanzhuang himself felt a faint pain in his body every time he practiced this move, which seemed to burst, and his five-six-star sword level was in Xuantian Sect, and there was no need to use this powerful sword move of violent counterattack.

"Good!!" Linhu shouted, and then people, whether it was Xuantianzong or Lintianzong, cheered one after another. The voices of the whole martial arts competition were like drums, because they saw this earth-shaking and wonderful game. They were excited. They felt that the previous games were simply at home compared with this one.

The wave's godless eyes turned blood red in an in an eye, unwilling to support his weak body, but eventually fell powerlessly.

Compared with the injury suffered by Qingyu, his sword move was more unbearable for him.

"Wow..." Qingyu's forehead was full of cold sweat. He was shocked. He didn't expect that the withering burden on his body was so great. At the end of the crossbow, he suddenly saw the waves stand up. He thought that he really tried his best. Why didn't this guy fall down? Then the reputation of Xuantianzong will also be lost.

Seeing that the waves fell so straight, Qingyu often breathed a sigh of breath.

Just yesterday, he killed Shi Min, the beast elder who had been trying to kill for seven years to complete the hatred he had accumulated by his mother and killed the elder who was several times stronger than himself. He looked at the sky and stepped on the ground and felt that everything in the world had regained to life and how beautiful everything around him became. OK.

The sky is still blue, and the lake is still so clear. He can throw down the burden of revenge and put down the big stone in his heart. In this continent where birds fly high and fish leap in the sea. Enjoy your second good life.

He is a human being, and he also likes to stand out in front of beautiful women. He also wants to become a well-known hero teenager inside and outside the sect and be loved by people.

Therefore, on this big martial arts competition stage, he stood up arrogantly in front of the disciples and suzerains of the Xuantian Sect of Lintian Sect and stood up in an embarrassing situation in this sect. Although he did not dare to say that he would become the savior, at least he would not lose too ugly.

However, he was born like a dragon, and the sea of anger was amazing. No one is shocked by his performance, whether it is Xuanzhuang, who knew the mysterious place where his death was withered, or the fish that knew Qingyu's extraordinary from the beginning, and the disciples who had been tongue-tonished.

There was thunderous applause, and the cheers were higher than the waves. Tears of surprise, excitement of laughter. Especially Lin Yuer covered her surprised cherry mouth and muttered, "I... I have known for a long time, woo." Although she was from Lin Tianzong, she didn't care much about winning or losing the game.

Xuanzhuang stepped on the stage, held the crumbling Qingyu, looked at him with relief, and immediately said under the stage,

"The 10th game of Lintian Xuantianzong ended, Xuantianzong won, Linhu brother, gave in"

Qingyu's mind was stunned for a while. Xuanzhuang's glance, including his many years of hardship and forbearance, the bitterness that many people did not know, and the urgent urgency to avenge his mother, were all at this moment, relieved and suddenly cheerful.

Lin Hu laughed,

"I didn't expect that three years and three years, I thought Lin Tianzong won again this time, but I didn't expect that you were better than Xuanzhuang. Such a heavy chip was left for the last appearance. It's really yours. By the way, you taught him the last style of the floating swordsmanship. Why haven't you used it like this before? It's amazing..."

Xuan Zhuang smiled,

"To be honest, this child really surprised me. I haven't taken care of him for almost a few years, but I didn't expect to grow up to this point. And I announced that the elder was a demon spy who was killed by Qing Yu."

"A lot of uproar..." There was an uproar around, the elder? That's the swordsman. The real swordsman level exists. Under the help of the brothers, Canglang looked deeply at Qing Yu on the stage.

"He... How can you kill their elders? It seems that... I lost unjustly..."

Xuanzhuang asked curiously to Qing Yu,

"Qing Yu, good job, I want to ask you something, I hope you can answer me honestly"

"What's the matter? Zhuang Bo"

"Have you seen the Sword God?"

"The Sword God is dead"

"What? Is he dead?

"Well, he was killed by the elder Shi Min, the dog thief!! More than ten years ago, senior Ling Wu was counted."

Xuanzhuang was stunned, that year..." No wonder I said that Shi Min suddenly had such a good relationship with the Sword God, then your sword... Isn't it? ..." Xuanzhuang's eyes lit up. If Qing Yu's sword was only an ordinary sword in the battle just now, then the reason for the number of victory and defeat is still unknown.

Qing Yu's pale face smiled faintly, "Zhuang Bo guessed well. I met Ling Wu for the last time and passed on the death to me, and the Jingxue Sword was also passed on to me."

Of course, Qingyu will not be stupid enough to say that Ling Wu has become the sword spirit of Jingxue Sword. What if such artifacts are robbed by the old stubborn people in the sect and go out to meet other people's weapons in the future?

Xuanzhuang had such an expression, "No wonder that since you are the only one who has withered, the shocking snow sword should be yours. Well done, Qing Yu."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhuang."

After the scene, a black figure came with the help of his brother.

"Qing Yu, you are very strong"

Qingyu was stunned. Isn't this a wave? "Ha ha, if it weren't for the snow sword, if it hadn't been for the withering of death, it would have been me who lost, and it might have been me who died."

"Ha ha, losing is losing. It's not that I can't afford to lose, but next time I see you, you won't be so lucky."

"Okay, so are you."

Looking at the back of the waves turning around, Qingyu took a deep breath, and Xiaomu's voice came from around him.

"Congratulations, Brother Qingyu!! Haha, don't forget Xiaomu when you become soaring in the future."

Qing Yu laughed and said, "Okay, how can you forget me as a little brother? By the way, what about your third uncle?"

Xiao Mu's strange left and right look,

"I didn't see it. I was just here."

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