Chapter 752: Ximen Blowing Snow

Just when Liu Ping'an and the snake and scorpion beauty entered the Zhang family, Ximen Fuxue faced the greatest danger in life.

The sword spirit dominates the world. A sword is cold.

In late autumn, the leaves are rustling, and the sunset is all over the sky.

Under the leaves of Xiaoxiao, there is a person standing, as if he has melted into the autumn color of the earth.

Because he is too quiet, because he is too cold.

Apathy that has penetrated into the bone marrow.

The man and sword blowing snow at Ximen have been famous all over the world for a long time. Now he is more powerful. He can't let go of this sword, and God doesn't allow him to put down this sword.

When he put down the sword, his life seemed to end.

I don't know whether it's a sword or a person, whether it's a person or a sword, Ximen Fuxue is in danger of going crazy again

The sword is too sharp and easy to hurt people. The sword is not sharp enough and can't hurt the enemy. At this time, the sword is like a burden, a burden that can never be shaken off.

The autumn sun has set and the fallen leaves are floating.

A man strode on the road in the distance, with an iron blue face and a long sword inserted diagonally behind his shoulder, but a pair of eyes were like swords out of the sheath, staring at Ximen Chuixue under the tree.

His footsteps were calm, but he walked very fast, stopped not far away, and suddenly asked, "Ximen blowing snow?"

"Yes."

"Can your sword really be invincible?"

"No, there is no sword for defeat, but I have fallen into the magic barrier."

The man smiled, laughed mockingly and coldly, and said, "I am the sword god, the sword god flying high."

"I know."

"You asked me here?"

"I know you're looking for me."

"Yes, I'm looking for you, because I must kill you."

Ximen Fuxue said lightly, "You are not the only one who wants to kill me."

The sword god said, "Because you are so famous, as long as I kill you, you can become famous immediately."

He sneered and said, "It's not easy to become famous in the world. This method is easier."

Ximen said, "Very good."

The sword god said, "Now I have come, brought my sword and washed my throat."

"Very good."

"Where's your heart?"

"My heart is dead."

"Then I'll let him die again."

The sword flashed, and the sword had come out of its sheath, stabbing Ximen's heart like lightning.

A sword of the sword god.

With only this sword, he doesn't know how many famous masters he has killed. This is a deadly killing move!

But he did not kill Ximen Chuixue. His sword stabbed out and his throat was suddenly cold.

Ximen's sword has pierced his throat.

The sword of the sword god fell, but the man was not dead.

Ximen said, "I just want you to know that it's not a good thing to be famous."

The sword god stared at him, and his eyes bulged.

Ximen blowing snow said lightly, "So you might as well die."

He pulled out his sword and slowly pulled it out of the throat of the sword god, very slowly.

So the blood did not splash on him.

He is very experienced in this kind of thing. If the clothes are stained with blood, it is not easy to wash them.

Isn't it easier to wash away the blood on your hands?

The twilight is darker.

The blood on the sword has run out.

When the sword disappeared, four more people appeared in the twilight.

Four people, four swords!

The four people's clothes are extremely gorgeous and elegant, the oldest one's hair is all white, and the youngest is also a 50-year-old man.

Ximen Fuxue doesn't know them, but he knows who they are.

For countless years before becoming the oldest, he was called Jianjue and became famous all over the world.

This time he came to find Ximen to blow snow.

He doesn't believe in his sword, which is not as good as Ximen's blown's sword.

The youngest man has also become famous for countless years. He is called a sword fool and is powerful.

He is just a genius, and he is not only willing to suffer.

His heart is also fierce enough. He was born for the sword. He has been obsessed with the sword all his life, and there is nothing outside the sword.

So his fame is the most famous of the four.

Of course, the other two are also famous sword masters all over the world.

One of them is called the sword spirit. The sword is light and erratic, and the sword comes out like the wind.

The sword is crazy, the swordsmanship is unruly, and the sword is like a storm.

Ximen Fuxue knew them, and they came, which was his appointment.

Four people's eyes were staring at him, and no one looked at the body on the ground.

They don't want to break their spirit before they take action. No matter who dies on the ground, it has nothing to do with them.

As long as they can live, they don't care about anyone.

Ximen smiled and said tiredly, "I didn't expect you all came."

Jianjue said coldly, "I thought you only had an appointment with me."

Ximen Fuxue said lightly, "Why bother to solve things that can be solved at once."

The sword franted and said, "Four people came. Who will take action first?"

He is in a hurry. He is eager to become famous and kill Simon Fuxue.

Jianling said, "We can guess the boxing, and the winner will take action first."

Ximen said, "No."

The swordsman said, "Don't you have to?"

Ximen blew snow and said, "You can take action together!"

The sword said angrily, "Who do you treat us as? How can you bully us with more and less!"

Ximen blew snow and said, "You won't?"

The sword madman said angrily, "Of course not."

Ximen said, "I'm willing!"

His sword has been taken. The sword light was like a flying rainbow, and suddenly flashed in front of the four of them at the same time.

They can't refuse. Their four swords also took action at the same time. The swords are the fastest, most ruthless and most ruthless.

The sword maniac has swept up, hit in the air, hit it high, and bullied the weak, pouring like a storm.

It's a pity that his opponent is stronger.

The sword has stabbed 90 swords in an hour. He didn't pay attention to anyone else, but stared at Ximen Chuixue. His only wish was for this person to die under his sword.

Unfortunately, his ninety-nine swords were pierced, and the Ximen blowing snow in front of him disappeared. He was stunned and then found a terrible thing.

There are three more dead people on the ground.

Everyone has an extra hole in their throat.

Swordsman, Sword Maniac, Sword Spirit, these three famous swordsmen in the realm of the world, died under the Ximen Blowing Snow Sword in an instant.

The swordsman's hand is cold. He raised his head and saw that Ximen Chuixue was standing far away under the ancient tree.

The sword of killing is gone.

The swordsman clenched his hand and said, "You..."

Simon Fuxue interrupted him and said, "I don't want to kill you yet!"

The sword said strangely, "Why?"

Ximen said, "Because I want to give you another chance to kill me."

The blue veins on his sword teeth are bulging, and the cold sweat on his forehead is like beans. He can't accept this opportunity. This is an insult, but he doesn't want to give up this opportunity.

Ximen said, "Go back and come to me in 30 years. Don't let me down in 30 years."

The sword teeth looked red and white, gritted their teeth, staring at Ximen blowing snow, and their hearts changed their five flavors.

Ximen Chuixue said coldly, "Your sword is very good. As long as you are willing to go to another level, you will definitely have a chance to kill me."

The swordsman couldn't help crying and laughing and said, "If you are dead in 30 years, or I am dead, how can we compare?"

Ximen Chuixue smiled and said, "Then you can hide and practice. I don't think anyone can kill you so easily, and so do I."

The sword teeth looked up to the sky and cried bitterly, "You'd better take care of yourself, and you'd better not die!"

Ximen Fuxue smiled and said, "I hope so too!"

The dusk is deeper, and darkness will cover the earth.

Ximen Fuxue slowly turned around, facing the deepest part of the darkness, and suddenly said, "Hello."

After a long time, there was really a response in the dark, saying, "I'm not good."

The cold voice is hoarse and low. A man slowly came out of the darkness, with black hair, a sword with black scabbard, and a dark face seemed to have a dead color, and only a pair of dark eyes were shining. He walked slowly, but his whole body seemed to be light, and his feet did not seem to be on the ground at all, like an elf ghost in the dark.

Ximen's pupil suddenly contracted and suddenly asked, "Sword demon?"

"Yes."

Ximen Fuxue exhaled and said, "I didn't expect that I finally waited for you to come. I thought you wouldn't come!"

The sword demon said coldly, "It's not a good thing to meet me, but it's not a good thing to meet you. I didn't want to come, but I was forced by someone."

Sword demon? What kind of sword demon has to come?

Since the sword demon doesn't say anything, why worry about it? Ximen Chuixue no longer asks and has calmed down.

The sword demon stared at him and his sword and said, "It's so strong. I'm afraid my sword is not as good as your sword!"

Ximen Fuxue asked, "Why are you a sword demon? Instead of anything else?"

The sword demon smiled bitterly and said, "I have been driven by the sword. The sword is me. I am the sword. I can't distinguish the sword from me. I want to come out, but there is no turning back, so it's called the sword demon."

Ximen Chuixue nodded and said, "Can you do it to the point where there is no sword in your heart, no sword in your hand, and no sword but sword?"

The sword demon showed a trace of admiration and sighed, "I can't."

His answer was straightforward and straightforward.

Ximen blew the snow and laughed. This time, there was no longer that kind of indifference in his smile, and he knew that he finally had another real opponent he hadn't met.

The sword demon smiled bitterly and said, "I don't want to compare sword with you. My sword is not as good as you, even worse than the person who forced me to come. You are a little worse than him, because he has reached the level you said." After he said this, a trace of envy, jealousy, fear and complex emotions appeared in his eyes.

Ximen Chuixue was a little confused and asked, "Then you sent me a letter for that person?"

The sword demon nodded seriously and said, "Yes."

Ximen Fuxue said puzzled, "You are a sword demon. Don't you want to compare swords with me?"

The sword demon shook his head and sighed, "There is no sword demon in the world. That person is the real invincible sword. That is the real invincible realm in the world. It has gone beyond the so-called divine emperor. He is a real god, and the sword can only point to a plaything he controls."

Ximen Fuxue's eyes showed a trace of enthusiasm and excitement, and said, "Can you tell me how you feel?"

The sword demon sighed, "I can't reach the realm in my life, so I will no longer use the sword. Any master who uses the sword will no longer want to use the sword unless he can reach the same level, so don't meet him if he doesn't reach that level. Otherwise, he will never be interested in using the sword for the rest of his life.

Ximen Chuixue was surprised and said, "There are still such sword masters in the world. I don't know what level of defeat has reached now?"

The sword demon stopped talking, but punched Ximen and blew snow, turned around and left. His back looked lonely.

Ximen Fuxue looked at the back of the sword demon and muttered, "I don't know how peace and defeat are. If I can't take this step, how can the future disaster help peace? I must break through to challenge this thief God!"