50 Brother, Brother
A cluster of water swords.
It lies in the ice-blue sword pool like a glazed boat.
As cold as ice, as thin as nothing.
It is quiet and cold.
It is a nobleman in the sword. The blue light is its beauty, and the omitted sword grid is its temperament.
Seeing blood sealing the throat is its lethality.
This sentence is a little cruel.
It was born not for killing, but for its fateful enemy, another sword--
West wind!
The Overlord of Swords. Wherever it passed, the west wind was bleak, thousands of trees withered, the sky and the earth changed color, and the universe died.
It is not a killing sword either. It is... the sword of destruction.
is also placed in a separate sword room.
The old woman said that all the swords she cast, except for the cluster of water - as long as they are put together with the west wind, they will become complete scrap iron.
The brother risked becoming an ugly old woman and fought with her for 300 rounds, but in the end, he only looked at these two swords.
There is no need to look at anything else.
The two of them will choose between two swords.
When their hand reached for the sword, the old woman said another sentence.
The sword you choose at this moment will indicate your future destiny.
Yan Lixi didn't say anything. He chose what he wanted.
Xia Gulin said before holding the sword, "Master, can you tell me your name?"
The ugly old woman smiled and said, "Ha ha, are there other words in the world. Is it easier for you to remember who I am than the ugly old woman?"
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"There's someone over there!"
With the order of the head of the demon pawn, more than a dozen of the demon pawns surrounded Xia Gulin.
They lit up their blades one after another.
Xia Gulin was still sitting, not raising his head. His eyes only slowly glanced at the thirteen feet under the bamboo hat.
"Who are you!"
As Xia Gulin slowly stood up, the demons subconsciously took two steps back.
Xia Gulin pulled out the sword inserted on the ground.
Among the thirteen swords, several of them began to tremble uncontrollably.
He walked forward, step by step, very steady.
The encirclement of the demon pawn gradually dispersed, so that the gap between the two could allow Xia Gu to walk over.
No one dares to stop him.
Thirteen pairs of frightened eyes were stunned and watched Xia Gulin go out.
He put the sword with its scabbard in his hand.
"Bum--"
Thirteen demon pawns fell straight to the ground at the same time.
And Xia Gulin began to look at the road up the mountain.
I've been letting the kid go for a long time, and it's time for me to go up the mountain.
Walk slowly along the mountain road.
It's like when I became a teacher fifteen years ago.
Step by step, between the strange vines and rocks in Shushan, walk out a road to the mountain gate.
His bronze sword was stained with demons and his own blood.
His black clothes were soaked with dozens of days and nights of rain and dew and wind and frost.
His stubbornness and tenacity made all the Shushan faction remember him.
How did this ten-year-old child stand in front of the mountain gate through the heavy checkpoints on Shu Road?
His arrogant words made all the elders and disciples sigh.
"I want to worship the floating sword fairy as my teacher!"
With his qualifications, he is definitely one in a thousand...
Unfortunately, he came a step late.
The floating elder once vowed to accept only one disciple in his life.
"No, who did the floating sword fairy accept as a disciple? I don't believe that his qualifications will surpass me, you - call him out! I'm going to compete with him!"
His scarred hand can no longer hold the sword. He tore off the hem of his clothes and tied the hilt of his sword to his hand.
Blood soaked the cyan hem into dark black.
His sword was still persistently pointing at the mountain gate and refused to put it down.
Until a little teenager who was only one head taller than him came out of the mountain gate.
He also holds a bronze sword in his hand. Falling into white clothes, his eyes are deep and quiet.
He slowly walked to the murderous challenger.
"Do you really want to fight?"
"Why, as a disciple of the floating sword fairy, will he also be afraid of the challenge?"
"You can't fight anymore."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"Bang."
It's just a move.
The blood-stained bronze sword flew into the sky with the blood-soaked clothes.
The unyielding teenager's eyes widened.
I don't know whether it was tears or sweat, and it flowed down silently.
I don't know if he was exhausted or too surprised, he finally fell to his knees.
"Why! Why did I lose? If the Floating Elder is willing to teach me swordsmanship, I will definitely not lose to the guy just now, definitely not!"
His fist smashed blood on the ground. Blood is mixed with soil and gravel, but I don't feel any pain.
"Can't you stand up?"
He felt a hand stretched out in front of his eyes with tears blurred.
He doesn't need the fake sympathy of the winner.
"What are you doing?"
He wiped away his tears and looked up at him fiercely.
"Come in with me."
"Why?"
He stood up, and the young man in white had walked into the mountain gate.
"In the future, don't call me 'that guy', you have to call me 'brother'."
Brother.
Although he has always been unwilling to succumb to the second apprentice of the floating sword fairy, the word "brother" is getting more and more popular.
When I was eleven years old.
"Brother, my Taoist clothes don't fit!"
"Weal mine."
At the age of twelve.
"It's been a day since I was punished by the master... Why don't you help me beg for mercy, brother!"
"I left dinner for you... on the table."
When I was thirteen years old.
"Brother, I'm as tall as you."
"Hmm."
When I was fourteen years old.
"Brother, why do you study swords so hard?"
"For you."
"..."
"In order not to be surpassed by you."
At the age of fifteen.
"Brother, why do you study swords so hard?"
"For you."
"..."
"In order to defeat you."
The ten-year swordsmanship competition in Shushan.
Xia Gulin carved new words on the stone where their brothers often sit:
"6, three hundred and twenty-two. Sixty-three thousand three hundred and nineteen."
The score accumulated by the two brothers in the past five years.
"Brother, tomorrow we will compete for the first place among the disciples of the same generation in Shushan."
"Hmm."
"This is our last battle in Shushan. Where do you want to go after going down the mountain?
"Wandering around the world."
"..."
"What about you?"
"Me? I'm afraid I can't be with my brother..."
"You're going to take revenge on the Demon Lord, right?"
"The devil is the enemy all over the world. The phantom virtual ancestor in Yuxiang is as famous as Master Fuqi, and he can't beat the four generals under the Demon Lord. It's simply a great shame.
"You'd better think about tomorrow's duel."
The final duel in Shushan.
has also become the most unforgettable for Xia Gulin.
Because of that duel, it changed from their brothers to the demon clan and Shushan.
For the first time, they saw the horror of the four generals of the demon clan from the previous generation of inkstone master Qingpingle...
In the whole Shushan, only Master Fuqi's swordsmanship can be compared with Qingpingle.
But Qingpingle didn't come here to fight.
"I heard that the first sword fairy in Shushan took two high-level apprentices. They are all talented people in the world."
It turned out to be for Yan Lixi and Xia Gulin.
"Isn't the floating real person only accept one disciple? Why did you take one more and teach him swordsmanship - do you want to take all the best people in the world?
Qingping Le is aggressive and unreasonable, and his domineering appearance has angered all Shushan disciples.
But when I was irritated, I could only lie on the ground and gasp.
"Brother, I think you'd better divide your two apprentices with me, otherwise--"
The two brothers clenched their swords.
They are ready to fight with this old monster.
Floating Master's old injury... Don't let him take risks to protect his disciples!
"These two kids are very good. The future world is the first, and it is bound to occur between the two of them..."
The world's first in the future is bound to arise between the two of them.
In this case... Master Fuqi never said it to them.
It turns out that if you win the other party, you can be the first in the world?
However, this is not the time to think about this.
The swords of the two brothers pointed to Qingpingle.
His ferocious smile is disgusting.
"If one of you doesn't come with me - today, I will destroy Shushan!"
Destroyed Shushan.
Don't think about it!
Fight with this old monster!
But...
Now there are not many combative disciples in Shushan, and the master...
How can the two of them defeat the Yanzhu Qingpingle and the 100,000 demon clan?
"Brother, let's kill this guy together!"
"Good."
The swords of the two people overlapped.
The west wind roars, and the torrent is like an arrow--
Master said that when you realize your humbleness, cultivation has just begun.
When I first started, I always lost to my brother, and Xia Gulin felt his humbleness;
Later, when he saw that the master's swordsmanship had entered the realm, he felt his humbleness;
And that time, Qing Pingle, the owner of the demon inkstone, took away his brother, his lifelong opponent.
His life has changed.
He travels through the world alone, no longer frivolous, no longer aggressive, no longer reckless.
The 16-year-old boy matured ten years old overnight.
In the year when the sixth son got married, Yan Lixi broke away from the inkstone with his own strength and became a wandering ranger in the world.
The distance between two people is getting farther and farther, but they are getting closer and closer to their dreams.
Wandering...
Revenge...
Fate makes them seem to have nothing to do with it.
But.
6,322. Sixty-three hundred and three hundred and nineteen.
Xia Gulin hasn't caught up with his brother.
He will continue to win.
The sixth son became the best in the martial arts.
He mastered the token of the Sixth Avenue School.
He controlled the thirtieth gang of the Celestial Empire.
He is the tacit leader of the martial arts alliance in the world.
But he has never been proud of this.
Qingpingle is dead, but his words have not been proved to be wrong.
Xia Gulin walked all over the world, but he couldn't find an opponent who made him more worthy of drawing his sword than his brother.
His brother, his lifelong opponent.
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"Why did Brother Xia and Brother Xia walk so slowly? He hasn't come up yet!"
"Shut up! I don't want him to save me. I'll kill him!"
"Hey, I scolded your fireworks sister. I provoked you, not Brother Xia. Don't bite people like a mad dog!"
Yao Ling and Feng Chuan were stopped on the mountainside by the two teams of demons. Let's do it. There are too many. If you can't kill it, you will be exhausted. If you don't do it, you can't advance or retreat.
"I want to kill them in a second."
Yao Ling began to make his own domineering remarks again. The problem is that none of the tricks she learned in the school can kill people in seconds--
No, it should be said that they can all die in seconds, but they will not die in a second if they are used by the distant spirit.
"If you want to kill yourself, there are so many miscellaneous soldiers that I can't finish it when I see it's dark." Fengchuan didn't want to go up the mountain in the first place. Now he is surrounded by these small soldiers. You don't mess with me, and I don't mess with you. How nice it is - it's much safer than finding Yan Lixi to fight alone.
"Who needs your help!"
Yao Ling raised his hand and flew out the snow-shouing sword. The speed of the sword was so fast that even Fengchuan was scared.
The demons watched the remnants of the sword light pass by their throats. With a bang, the snow sword flew back to the hands of the distant spirit, and a circle of demons fell to the ground.
***** I'm really sorry for everyone... In order to make up each chapter more than 3,000 words, I have to cut off the manuscript chapters. There are so many dividing lines in one chapter... Tears... *******