Chapter 21 One move, one sword

When the man named Ximen blowing snow slowly walked from the bottom of the ice peak to the void step by step, the evil spirits around him were like seeing the god of plague, scattered one by one, and came a large open space in the air.

"Xuan Ming Book? It is the rumor that it is the martial arts created by the Holy Lord of the Underworld. Various versions of the Underworld Book can't circulate dozens of books of the Underworld? Ximen blew the snow carelessly, and his long white hair hung down from the top of his head, covering his face.

"What? Do you want it too?" The yin and yang man sneered, "It turns out that everyone is all the same, and no one is worse than anyone else."

"You dare to compare with me!" Ximen blew the snow and glanced faintly at the yin and yang scattered people.

Yin and Yang scattered people, but immediately boldly said, "Simen Chuixue, don't bully people too much, even if you are the only one who challenges the destroyer and does not die."

Fengyun Wuji observed secretly and found that since the appearance of this strange white-haired swordsman named Ximen Chuixue, the whole scene was suppressed by him. These arrogant evil masters seemed to be very afraid of him.

Ximen Chuixue took a look at Fengyun Wuji, and Fengyun Wuji immediately felt the strong heavy sword hidden by him. The real sword in that place could only be revealed in his eyes.

Taikoo masters, but the wind and clouds have disappeared all the way. Everyone's breath is undoubtedly revealed, and there is some existence. The breath is magnificent. Its strength, even if it is extremely difficult to approach, but it is rare for this person to restrain the sword spirit of the whole body in the body, without a trace of leakage, except for the eyes

Fengyun Wuji suddenly became curious. Looking carefully, he suddenly found that this kendo master named Ximen Fuxue seemed to have a certain rule in every move. Every time he swings his arms, it was basically completed with the help of inertia. Every time he took a step, he seemed to use the wind.

Although this person walks through the void like everyone else, his skill consumption is far less than others. Seriously speaking, this person seems to have a very strange habit, that is, no matter what he does, he should do it in the most energy-saving and sincere way.

"The book in his hand is yours, isn't it?" Ximen blew the snow and turned around and said nothing to the wind and clouds.

"It really fell out of my arms."

Ximen Fuxue turned to the moon demon and didn't say anything. He just looked at him quietly, but the meaning to be expressed was clear.

The moon demon stood there in a daze, touched the mysterious book in his arms, and looked at Ximen blowing snow with a long sword hanging around his waist in horror, with a struggling look on his face.

After a long time, the moon demon's hand finally reached into his arms, and fear finally defeated greed.

"Slow! This mysterious book is the first thing I found. As soon as you come, you have to leave. How can it be so easy?

The behead suddenly made a sound to stop him.

Ximen blew the snow and suddenly turned back. A cold light from his waist was pulled up, and the rainbow suddenly rose. All the evil faces were colorless, and the cold light in the sky changed the color of heaven and earth.

The sword light that changed the color of heaven and earth came and went quickly, and it was all restrained in an instant. Ximen blew the snow-white robe and danced, and a three-foot long sword was pointing to the throat of the soul-killing hand, and the two fingers of the soul-killing hand that could clamp the gold and jade

Quick, too fast! No one present could see how Ximen Fuxue drew his sword. When the light of the sword suddenly rose, he pointed straight to his throat. The two proud fingers of the chopping hand did not even react.

There are many people present, or those with higher skills than Fengyun Wuji, but few people in kendo can compare with Fengyun Wuji.

With the unscrupulous kendo cultivation, it can naturally be seen that this strange man's strange door blowing snow, and the speed of the sword has reached the limit that people can reach.

The order of action is meaningless to a person like him, and it is completely ineffective for him to seize the opportunity.

A sword comes to the west, and the sky is flying.

"I can only make one move, only one sword. As long as anyone can catch my sword, a mysterious book will be yours."

Ximen said indifferently, and then slowly withdrew the long sword.

"Are you serious?" The yin and yang scattered people took a look at the beheading hand and said in surprise.

"Ser all!" OK! ..." However, before the yin and yang scattered people finished their words, they heard the cooing sound beside him. He followed the sound and went to see Zhan's hand covering his throat with one hand, pointing to Ximen blowing snow, and his eyes widened, and the cooing sound came from his throat.

"What's your opinion, beheading hand?" Yin and Yang Sanren glanced at the soul-killing hand, coldly.

"You...you..." Zhanpo's hand and face were full of fear. In the shocked eyes of everyone, a large amount of blood gushed out of the palm of Zhanpo's hand covering his throat. A head on his neck suddenly turned to one side and slid out of his shoulder. A stream of blood suddenly spewed out of his smooth I just fell from mid-air.

Ximen blew snow. Although the sword did not cut his neck, the sword spirit had cut his throat.

Everyone present has given mercy to Ximen's snow-blowing sword, but they don't know that the beheading hand was already dead a moment ago.

A light wind blew through the air, causing a few snowflakes, and a chill enveloped the whole Youming Peak. All those who witnessed this scene couldn't help shivering in their hearts.

The pride on the face of the yang yin scattered people has disappeared, leaving only endless fear.

"That mysterious book, I don't want it."

Yin and Yang are scattered, and their faces are as white as paper foil.

Yin and Yang Sanren and the seven people behind him retreated together, but Ximen Chuixue did not look at them.

"Be careful!" Ximen Chuixue just turned his back to Yinyang Sanren and others at this time. From the perspective of Fengyun Wuji, he saw that Yinyang Sanren suddenly turned around on the way to escape, showing a ferocious smile, and at the same time, he turned around and popped up a flashing black light.

Seeing that the black light had shot to less than a foot away from the west gate blowing snow, but the west gate blowing snow still did not move, and Feng Yun Wuji couldn't help but worry.

However, something strange happened. The little finger-sized black light suddenly staggered about three inches from Ximen's snow, divided into two halves, and then staggered up and down, and then divided into two halves.

Half, half, and half... The black man was actually divided into hundreds of thousands of black spots and shot away.

Boom!!! The little black light shot into the ice peaks, and the place touched was completely shattered.

At this time, Ximen Fuxue suddenly turned around. At the hilt of the sword held by his right hand, he burst out the sword spirit to the sky. The sword spirit suddenly appeared and restrained, but hundreds of meters away, the yin and yang scattered people and others suddenly stopped, and then the body was divided into a few halves like The moon demon threw out the hot magic book, like throwing away a piece of hot potato, and then he didn't look back. Several ups and downs disappeared into the vast mountain peaks.

Ximen blew the snow, raised his hand, and the mysterious book was shot into his hand.

"What are you still staying here for?" Hearing the sound of Ximen blowing snow, the evil spirits rushed to escape, and in a moment they fled clean, as if they had never appeared.

Fengyun Wuji couldn't help sighing that the power of the West Gate blowing snow was so powerful.

"Here you are!" For the mysterious book that the evils are fighting for, Ximen blew the snow and abandoned it, but he didn't even look at it.