Fear, depression, and an illusion appeared in front of his eyes. He could vaguely see a swordsman dressed in white and Ximen Chuixue overlapping with each other. The swordsman dressed in white was Ximen Chuixue from his previous life, and the younger one was Ximen Chuixue, who was only ten years old now.
"I was wrong." No Slash closed his eyes.
Ximen Chuixue didn't even look at him. He only shook his head and turned his back, leaving behind a proud and aloof back. It was like a tall mountain that could only be looked up at by Zai Buzhan.
Alive Slash sighed." Why didn't you kill me?”
Ximen Chuixue didn't want to respond to him. Her heart was filled with hatred." Stop looking down on me. Are you looking down on me?”
Upon hearing his words, Ximen Chuixue's eyes suddenly turned cold. A ghostly shadow swept over from behind him. No Longer Slash raised the beheading saber in his hand and slashed at Ximen Chuixue.
It was simple and crude without any rules.
However, it was more practical than any of the moves he had used before.
Ximen Chuixue turned to the side and dodged it. With a wave of his longsword, the sword and the beheading broadsword intersected. As the two of them intersected, the heart that had not been cut down was suddenly relieved. He laughed, laughing like a madman." You finally dare to look at me face to face. Ximen Chuixue, I don't care how strong you are!! I'm one of the seven members of the Shadowmist Ninja Blade!!”
"I didn't kill you before because I didn't want to dirty my mouth.”Ximen Chuixue sniffed the air. It was the smell of blood. He raised his long sword horizontally, and a sword light flashed. A dazzling white sword shadow pierced towards No Longer Slash.
It seemed slow, but in fact, it was because those who didn't slash were already close to death. When people were about to die, they would realize that time passed very slowly. At least they could see the world before they died.
He felt a cold sensation in his throat, as if a sharp icicle had been stuffed into his throat. The sword had pierced through his throat, and Ximen Chuixue elegantly pulled out the sword.
Fresh blood trickled down and fell to the ground without making a sound.
He had died. He had died silently. Everything had happened in the blink of an eye.
"What a fast sword. Your sword skill seems to be close to the Deity Realm.”Sakurai Erika walked out of the house and clapped her hands as she looked at the corpses around her.
God? Ximen Chuixue looked at the bright moon in the sky, feeling a little lonely.
"Why is Mr. Ximen looking at the moon?”
Ximen Chuixue brushed past Sakurai Erika like a gust of cold wind. Her pace was so fast, so fast.
"Sir, do you still remember what you promised me?”Sakurai Erika stood where she was and looked at the man's back in a daze. Perhaps this was the loneliness of a swordsman.
"I hope the other party isn't too weak." Ximen Chuixue only said these few words casually.
"But I haven't thought about who I want you to kill.”
"Tell me when you think of it.”Ximen Chuixue shook his head repeatedly. His eyes were filled with disappointment. He had thought that he would encounter some trouble. In the end, if he had known earlier, he would not have asked Eri Xiang to protect Bai. He would not have needed to repay this favor.
Under the light, Ximen Chuixue quietly closed his eyes." I seem to need an outstanding weapon?”He stared at the chakra and internal force for a long time and finally realized that if he used the chakra and internal force to condense a weapon at the same time, its power would naturally not be bad.
As he was comprehending, the snowflakes outside the window fluttered and the wind and snow pervaded the air. However, he had already fallen into a state of mind wandering.
This was another sea of consciousness that belonged to Ximen Chuixue. In this place, his thoughts were clearer than ever.
He stood alone in his sea of consciousness. Three black figures and an imaginary enemy appeared in front of him.
These three people had no faces.
There were only three shadows.
The first shadow was a middle-aged man in a Daoist robe.
The second was a young man in clean white clothes.
The third one was an exception. It was an old man who was nearly 70 years old.
Ximen Chuixue looked at the three of them and shook his head repeatedly." Long time no see."”
He wanted to test an ability.
The sword in his hand emitted white and purple light.
The white color was internal energy, while the purple color was chakra. The two powers were connected to each other and could fuse into one power.
The sword began to condense.
Three figures attacked at the same time. Of course, these three people were not living people. Instead, they collided with each other's consciousness.
Therefore, this was a battle between Ximen Chuixue and his imaginary enemy.
Ye Gucheng's sword drew a silver light in a beautiful arc, like a fairy from the sky. His sword was so elegant, but it was also full of lethal power.
If it were an ordinary person, they would think that this was a form of art. In fact, this was just a more elegant killing sword technique.
How could the Transcendent Fairy live up to her reputation?
Ximen Chuixue did not dodge. He only raised the sword in his hand. This sword contained the power of Chakra.
The sword shattered into icy water under the Transcendent Flying Immortal's attack.
Ximen Chuixue shook his head.
"Not enough." Ximen Chuixue condensed another sword. It was created using internal strength and the Blood Successor Limit.
This time, he was facing Priest Mu's sword.
Priest Mu's sword art was extremely weird. His unique sword art was the twenty-seven-forty-nine Wind-dancing Willow Sword. He only used one sword move, but it contained all forty-nine kinds of changes, and all of them transformed into one sword move.
The sword formed by internal strength was also shattered.
"Looks like it can only be you." The most terrifying opponent Ximen Chuixue had ever met in his previous life was probably the little old man.
The little old man was a martial arts genius who mastered many martial arts. On the outside, he looked amiable and sincere, but in fact, he could always see through other people's thoughts.
This was also the most terrifying opponent Ximen Chuixue had encountered in his previous life.
"I wonder if your strength is enough to make me forge a peerless divine weapon.”Ximen Chuixue muttered to himself. Although he knew that this person would not speak, and that the nameless little old man was just a memory in Ximen Chuixue's mind, he was really too lonely.
Ximen Chuixue activated his chakra and internal strength at the same time. In his sea of consciousness, a weapon that he had spent all his energy to create appeared.
The sword was three feet and seven inches long. Purple and white light flickered on the sword's body, and the sheath was pitch-black. Ximen Chuixue held the divine sword that he had spent all his energy to create. He grabbed the sword's head and tail with both hands.
The little old man stood at the side, staring at the sword in his hand. A cold light flashed in Ximen Chuixue's eyes.
The little old man stretched out his old arms. The invisible arms seemed to be able to bend and fold, changing into different forms. In the air, a Primordial Chaos Qi force was emitted. Within the Qi force, pairs of arms stretched out. It was actually just a pair of hands, but because of its speed, it could transform into countless strange forms. Every form was vicious, and the changes in the technique were even more mysterious and erratic.
"Mixed Yuan Qi, Ruyi Orchid Hand? It was still the same, with extraordinary power.”Ximen Chuixue muttered. The little old man's Primordial Chaos energy landed on the sword that he had condensed. At this moment, the sword body trembled slightly, but it was not damaged.
When Ximen Chuixue saw this scene, his brows furrowed. With a wave of his hand, his figure returned to reality from the sea of consciousness.
"The chakra doesn't seem to be of much use. The weapon that was condensed with the help of the chakra actually caused the primordial energy to vibrate? Even with internal strength, it was just an external force.”Ximen Chuixue was extremely disappointed. In the end, he couldn't help but laugh out loud." What am I thinking? A sword is just a sword. I actually want to use the sword's external strength to make myself stronger. What a joke."”After he finished speaking, he pressed his left hand on his tendons and vessels. The chakra and blood successor boundary in his body instantly disappeared.
After doing all this, he finally heaved a sigh of relief. Whether it was the chakra or the limit of the blood inheritance, even if he could condense a weapon, it was all external strength. The most important thing for a swordsman was his heart. He did not need these things at all.
He glanced at the window. Outside the window, the pine trees stood proudly in the snow.
Ximen Chuixue stared at them quietly. Even the pine trees would not bend because of the cold weather. He really admired these trees.
In the end, he leaped into the snow alone. Internal strength gathered at his fingertips, and his fingers were like sharp swords. A large part of the pine tree's body was cut off, and Ximen Chuixue used his arm to cut out a wooden sword.
Ximen Chuixue forged another scabbard for the wooden sword. He was very satisfied with it.
If someone saw this scene, they would definitely say that he was a madman. Perhaps he really was a madman, a madman who was obsessed with the way of the sword.
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