Heavenly Martial Arts - 32. Chapter 32

Lai Ren is also a unique person, very unique, only if you have seen him once, you will never forget.

He was dressed in white clothes to win snow, not stained with a trace of dust, his white palms tightly held the sword in his hand, his face was stern, a pair of star eyes stared coldly at He Heng and his sword.

When the breeze blew, He Heng felt a huge chill suddenly sweeping around, like the ice of the extreme north, cold to the soul.

“Ximen Chuuxue!” He Heng looked at him coldly, with a certain tone.

The person on the opposite side nodded. He is Ximen Chuuxue, and only Ximen Chuuxue has this extreme coldness, extreme loneliness, and extreme sword.

There is a kind of person who has approached God because he is ruthless.

He Heng and Ximen Chuuxue looked at each other, no one spoke, the night was shrouded, the chill was swept, and the sword light was about to shine.

At this time, Lu Xiaofeng’s voice suddenly resounded, destroying the calmness.

“Simon, thank you for coming here quickly, otherwise I will be a dead phoenix.”

As Lu Xiaofeng said, he kept patting his chest, which scared him to death just now.

“I’m also very glad that I came today, but please shut up now.” Ximen Chuuxue looked at Lu Xiaofeng coldly, because he now has another sacred thing to do and doesn’t want anyone to disturb him.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Ximen Chuuxue, then at He Heng, and then at the sword in their hands. He wanted to say something, but after all, he didn’t say anything because he knew Ximen Chuuxue and his loneliness.

Lu Xiaofeng took the initiative to step back for more than ten feet, watching them quietly there.

He Heng and Ximen Chuuxue looked at each other, a deep chill swept across, the same cold, the same firmness.

Ximen Chuuxue first said: “Do you use a sword?”

He Heng smiled: “The name of the sword is longevity, the longevity of the burial!”

“Okay!” Ximen Chuuxue’s eyes brightened, and said, “If you use a sword, can you fight it?”

He Heng said: “When and where?”

Ximen Chuuxue said: “Just now, right here.”

He Heng said: “Okay, the moon is hanging high, the stars are shrouded, and the night is thick. It is a good time for a decisive battle.”

“Then, please!” Ximen Chuuxue said solemnly.

“Please!” He Heng’s expression was also solemn.

The night was like water, the moon was dimming, and the stars were faint. A wisp of breeze passed by, and the chill was chilling. Lu Xiaofeng couldn’t help but tremble, but his eyes were still staring at the two people on the street and two swords.

Suddenly, the sound of a sword rang, and the two swords were swung out at the same time, and the shadow of the sword was blurred and radiant.

The figures of He Heng and Ximen Chuuxue moved at the same time, and they became blurred in an instant, and their speed was very fast, and they were about to fight fiercely. The air was filled with afterimages in an instant, bright sword light.

Moan!

The crisp sound of swords resounded, and the two immortal swords had been intertwined and entangled together.

At this moment, no one can stop them.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, the moonlight is hazy, and the flowing water is full of cold artistic conception.

Every sword they stabbed has reached its peak, and its exquisiteness has reached its peak. There are thousands of changes in an instant, reaching the peak of sword art.

He Heng’s sword is like a shining mighty sky, full of endless momentum, covering everything, including everything, everywhere.

Ximen Chuuxue’s sword is like the snow lotus in full bloom on the Tianshan Mountains. Under the extremely sinister environment, it blooms with its beauty and its brilliance, standing proudly in the world!

With the change of their sword intent, their sword and light sword skills are also changing. Their kendo has already reached the realm where the sword can move with their heart. Not only do they have a sword in their hands, but they also have a sharp sword in their hearts, slicing through the sun, moon, and stars. , Tear everything in the world.

Lu Xiaofeng was already dumbfounded. Although his martial arts were not weak, he felt an infinite pressure under these two sword auras, which was a pressure on the soul.

Sword Qi is 30,000 li in all directions, and 19 states are glorious in one sword!

Suddenly, two brilliant sword lights shone, illuminating the dark long night, and the streets covered by the entire night, at this moment, seemed to be day, and many sword lights were still visible from a few miles away.

The wind and clouds in the sky also changed the color of the two swords, there was a faint thunder, the dark clouds were rolling, and the sky was changing in color.

He Heng and Ximen Chuuxue, they are all immersed in the ocean of each other’s swords at the moment, they only have each other in their hearts, and see nothing else.

The sword aura is strong and brilliant.

One hack, one slash, one hook and one stab…These are the most basic moves in swordsmanship, but at the moment they are in their hands to the extreme. The sword moves through the clouds and the water, the sword moves from the heart, a simple move. One style but combined into the most terrifying sword move.

Suddenly, a cloud floated in the sky, and He Heng jumped up and flew to a height of four or five feet. It was above the top of the cloud, not stained with red dust, and his eyes were filled with plainness, as if there was nothing in this world that could shake him.

The breeze blew, he raised the sword in his hand, very natural and harmonious, lightly stabbed, condescending, as if a deity, descending on the world!

Groan~~~

The long sword sound resounded, and sparks burst out from the collision of the two long swords, and they fell into the dark night.

Lu Xiaofeng’s eyes widened, and he looked at He Heng’s sword that fell from the sky, and it didn’t look like the world.

Soon, the figures of He Heng and Ximen Chuuxue were intertwined again, hazy and vague, with sword aura, Lu Xiaofeng could no longer see the situation, and could only secretly bless Ximen Chuuxue. He knew that he could not intervene in this battle, the only thing he could do What he does is bless his friends.

When the two of He Heng separated again, Ximen Chuuxue’s complexion was already pale to the extreme, and even the hand holding the sword was still trembling. For a swordsman like him, it was impossible to appear.

He Heng glanced at him coldly, then looked at Lu Xiaofeng, looked at the sky, and the longevity sword was scabbed.

“Good sword, that sword is no longer in the world!” After a long time, Ximen Chuuxue said abruptly.

He Heng smiled and said, “Naturally it is a good sword. This trick is called…Flying Immortals!”

“But that type of flying fairy from Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City?” Ximen Chuuxue asked.

He Heng said: “Yes, this is the trick. I compared with Ye Gucheng the previous year and saw that he used this style of swordsmanship. As far as people like us are concerned, any move can be learned as long as we have seen it once. Not to mention that I have been thinking about it for two years to create a set of physical skills-Fei Xianyou.”

“Then how does your style of Flying Fairy from the Sky compare to the style of City Lord Baiyun?” Ximen Chuuxue continued to ask.

He Heng said, “Probably 90% of his essence, the remaining 10% is unique to Ye Gucheng, I can’t learn it, so I can only add some by myself, and the power should not lose to his original version.”

“Then you and Ye Gucheng, who wins and who loses?”

“In terms of swordsmanship, Ye Gucheng and I are in the same position. There is no gap.” He Heng did not answer Ximen Chuuxue’s question directly.

“It’s a pity that I didn’t fight Ye Chengzhu, otherwise I won’t regret it.” Ximen Chuuxue sighed suddenly and closed his eyes: “You do it.”

“Ximen!” Lu Xiaofeng yelled at this and was about to rush over.

Ximen Chuuxue snorted coldly to him: “You stop. For me, failure is death. It is a glorious thing for a swordsman to die in the hands of a more powerful swordsman.”

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, after all, he didn’t take a step forward, but looked at He Heng coldly.

At this moment, He Heng smiled and looked at Ximen Chuuxue: “Why do you think I want to kill you?”

Ximen Chuuxue said blankly: “A swordsman, if you lose, you die. I lost to you today, so I can only die.”

Unexpectedly, He Heng smiled again: “Let’s go.”

“Why don’t you kill me?” Ximen Chuuxue was puzzled.

“Because it’s not the time yet, the flowers have not bloomed to the most dazzling and beautiful moments, so you can pick them now.” He Heng stood with his hands in his hand, looked at him, and seemed to be emotional.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at He Heng and then at himself, as if he understood something, the sword in his hand was scabbed.

Then he asked: “When is the time?”

He Heng looked at him and said, “When you meet someone who can move your heart, you can hold your sword to win someone, and then cut her and wash away the lead, then the time will come. At that time You come to me again, I won’t let you go.”

Ximen Bixue frowned, thought for a while, and then looked at He Heng again, without saying anything, and walked away indifferently.

Lu Xiaofeng also took a look at He Heng, his eyes a little complicated, he hesitated, and followed Ximen Chuuxue.

He Heng looked at the backs of the two who left, and smiled. Now Ximen Chuuxue, before he met Sun Xiuqing and cut her and stepped onto the top of the Forbidden City, his sword was still a little immature, not his best. His opponent is not even comparable to him in the field of swordsmanship. You know, He Heng is never the best at swordsmanship.

Having been in this world for so long, he has been improving day by day. He has read books in Datian World for a few months. With his nearly unforgettable memory after his qualifications have been improved, He Heng has brought together from the Feixian College Library and He Memorize all the books provided by the family.

And now, he has digested those books, and that knowledge has been turned into resources, urging his progress in martial arts, and he has already obtained the second stage of martial arts.

The Dadao Sanquan has also been transformed in these years, integrated with internal and external skills, carved in the bones, and reached a new realm. In this world, how many people can take his punch?