Chapter 50 Kendo

The wind and snow are getting weaker and weaker.

When he stepped on the ground at the end of the other end of the cable, the wind and snow had been far away from him. One step was snow all over the sky, and one step later was peace, as if even the wind was afraid of the people living here.

A hundred miles of sky had mixed feelings. When he came here for a long journey, he thought about how to face it and how to do it, but it was not until he set foot here that he found that everything was useless. All the way, I thought I was close enough to the person I hated, but I found that my experience was high, but the other party was even more thorough.

And just as I kept staring at the figure, the person who was chasing him had actually followed and even surpassed himself. So what have you been doing for so many years? Is everything false? A hundred miles of sky feels unprecedented hatred, hates the injustice of heaven, and hates my weak strength...

Looking up, he looked at the white world in front of him. In this quiet world, his mood gradually eased. At the end of his sight, an old man in white clothes sat on the rock. Just like the imagination of many people in China, long white hair, white beard, and vicissitudes of face, this is Kensei.

The last time I saw Kensei, I felt that the old man seemed to be much older. Although he knew that this feeling was ridiculous, he felt so.

"I..."

He opened his mouth in a hundred miles of sky, but he only opened his head and couldn't go on. The swordsman in the distance looked at the young man, and his eyes were still calm, as if he were just looking at a very ordinary child.

"Sword."

Jiansheng opened his mouth, but the two simple words shocked the whole hundred miles of sky. He actually moved his eyes to him as if he fled. These two words were the only words he had ever seen Jiansheng in the past. Now it is said by Kensei's mouth, which is full of an indescribable feeling.

"I..."

"What's wrong, what happened to the flying young man now?"

Swordsman said. Bailichangkong clenched his fist. At the beginning, he was never afraid of the old man in front of him. Why did he dare to show his sword now? Is it because after reaching the peak, I found that the peak that had been at the end of sight was originally higher? Or has confidence been destroyed by the previous blow?

The scenes of the past are replayed, and a hundred miles in the sky take a deep breath.

"Give me the sword."

As soon as he said that, a snow rock behind Jiansheng suddenly burst, and a sharp sword broke through the air and directly sank into the snow in front of the hundred miles. The shaking sword body glowed softly, as if even the light could not stay on the sword, as if it was independent of the world. This sword was also the purpose of this trip, but when the sword really appeared in front of him, he hesitated.

Can you master this sword?

A swordsman or a swordsman who can't hold the sword in his hand?

The sword body gradually became stable from swaying, and the hundred-mile sky looked at the sword saint again. The old man was still as calm, like an eternal rock, but now the hundred-mile sky can feel the terrible and powerful sword in the old man's body. Although the sword spirit was not really released, it has attracted hundreds of The sword in the body of Li Changkong.

It's like a person looking up at a mountain.

Because this old man represents the most mysterious and peak kendo in the world.

Zheng!

Hundreds of miles in the sky, he held the sword in front of him, pulled it out, closed his eyes, felt the cold touch from the body of the sword, and felt the sword from the gradual transformation from the cold. The sword name, blowing snow, and the sword saint's sword, although not a divine soldier, is not inferior to the divine soldier, because it is raised by the sword saint.

This sword is almost psychic.

The closed eyes of a hundred miles of sky opened again. He had already felt the powerful sword meaning contained in the sword. He knew that as long as he absorbed this sword spirit, his kendo cultivation would leap up and even enter the legendary threshold. He has always known that this sword belongs to him and was left to him by the old man.

How can a swordsman not have a sword? However, the price of this sword is unacceptable. Give up everything, give up revenge, give up revenge, and give up the name of your mother. How is this possible? Suddenly, there was a desolation in his heart, and two tears overflowed from his eyes.

Jiansheng's calm expression finally fluctuated a little, but he didn't make a sound after all. The sigh only wandered between his heart and disappeared.

"Go!"

With a low shout, he raised his sword in a hundred miles of sky, and jumped into the sky. The long sword pointed diagonally at the sky, and the sword spirit kept rising and erupting, directly attracting the rich sword spirit contained in the sword. A sword sound spread for hundreds of miles, and Yi Fei and Ling Yao on the snow cliff in the distance were all trembling. On the snowfield in front of Tianjian Villa, the long wind suddenly stopped, and the sound of the sword passed through the air, and the lingering sound curled.

"Grandfather, you..."

Anger jumped on his face, and the hundred-mile long wind stared angrily in the direction of Xuefeng. The sword in his body was ready to move, but it was interrupted by a cold hum when it was almost bursting away. A middle-aged man appeared in front of him, with long clothes, black hair tied up with a jade crown, and his square face seemed to be angry and sad. His whole body looked ordinary, but as soon as he appeared, the sword spirit surging in the body of the hundred-mile long wind calmed down.

"Father."

The hundred-mile long wind suppressed his anger and bowed to the man in front of him. The middle-aged man looked at the direction of Xuefeng from afar, and the appearance of a hundred miles of sky appeared in his heart. For a moment, he thought a lot and couldn't help blurted out:

"Minlan, I'm sorry..."

Hearing this, the hundred-mile wind could no longer maintain its calmness and suddenly raised its head.

"Father! Don't forget my mother! What did you promise my mother? Are you still thinking about that bitch and bitch!?

The tone of this sentence was extremely mean and vicious. The middle-aged man's face was gloomy in an instant, but the hundred-mile long wind remained unchanged and still glared.

"What if he gets his grandfather's sword? I won't kill him this time. After I'm 20 years old, you can't stop me anymore! I will definitely kill him!"

"He is your brother!"

"Bah! Does a wild species dare to be my brother? How can my Liu family's bloodline tolerate such a lowly insult!"

"You!"

The middle-aged man took a step forward, and a huge momentum went straight to the hundred-mile long wind, which would almost kneel down. However, at this critical moment, a stronger sword spirit broke out in the place where the sword sound came from the far away. This sword spirit broke out in a ring, directly blowing away the momentum of the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man and the hundred miles long The wind jumped in the heart and looked into the distance.

Xuefeng.

In addition to the two peaks connected by steel cables, the surrounding mountains shook, the wind and snow dissipated, the snowy mountains and avalanches, and thunder-like loud noises filled Yi Fei and Lingyao's ears. All they could see were white waves. The power of heaven and earth made their faces pale, and Lingyao, who was slightly weak, even spit out blood directly.

At the other end of the cable, a hundred miles of sky hung high, and the sword in his hand released the sword spirit crazily, while his own sword spirit formed a sharp sword spirit to protect himself. The swordsman below watched all this happen, and finally sighed and stood up. The stubborn young man chose the sword, but dissipated all the sword contained in the sword. I don't know how long the sword storm lasted. When a hundred miles of sky fell to the ground, although the sword in his hand was still sharp and shining, it no longer felt like it was almost psychic.

Blowing snow has returned to its original state.

"Sword, I'll take it. Jianyi, I don't need it. My kendo, I'll go by myself.

The reverent eyes appeared in the eyes of a hundred miles of sky. He pointed the snow to the sword saint, and the tip of the sword trembled gently. Two words came out of his mouth, and suddenly another sword spirit erupted out, and countless sword spirit condensed around the hundred miles of sky!

"My sword!"

A hundred miles of air took action, but Kensei did not wait for him, but when he shook his arm and put a bow in his palm, an ice sword condensed from ice and snow appeared in his hand. This is the first time that the sword saint used a sword when facing the sword in a hundred miles of sky. As soon as he held the sword, a pressure suddenly came to heaven and earth!

A sword to Zhen Shenzhou! For the first time, Jiansheng showed the power of this title in front of Baili Changkong. The sword spirit collapsed directly under this pressure. Baili Changkong's face turned red and the corners of his mouth splashed blood, but he still insisted on pointing the sword at Jiansheng. This sword will determine whether he can continue to live, which will be the key to whether he can break the demon and go further!

A hundred miles of sky poured everything into this sword, hatred, sadness, mental disorders, etc. At this moment, there is only one thought left in his heart, which is to stab out this sword, stab this sword, and stab out the strongest sword so far in his life!!!

Ten successes!

Twelve success!

"21 Style!!!!!"

Almost shouted out the sword move, and the pressure in the body surged out like the water breaking the embankment. A bright sword spirit condensed in front of him, and it was forced to open up an independent space under the pressure of the sword saint. A light flashed in Jiansheng's eyes, and the ice sword in his hand waved, and he didn't look at it in the sky, because he knew that even if he went to see it, he could not see the sword of Jiansheng clearly.

All the attention in the long sky focused on his strongest sword. Finally, the sword broke through the sky and rolled out a whirlpool. His consciousness was constantly rising, and his feelings were constantly sublimating. At this moment, too many things emerged. His swordsman, the sword spirit of the sky sword had not yet dissipated, the sword The sword meaning conveyed by the holy sword, the power of heaven and earth.

At this moment, the world is silent.

A tornado storm visible to the naked eye rolled up on the snow peak, the whole sky was cloudless, and the whole earth trembled. An invisible barrier appeared in front of Yi Fei and Ling Yao, blocking the next crazy and fierce sword blade. Yi Fei swore that he had never seen such a brilliant and terrible sword spirit in his life.

Lingyao trembled, and something in her soul disappeared with this sword. She knew that it was the fateful relationship between the swordsman and the sword master, which had been broken, and she was free again.

A figure was thrown from the center of the storm, and the unconscious hundred miles of sky was like a broken kite, but the corners of his mouth were full of smiles, and even the sword in his hand was trembling.

He succeeded?