Heavenly Martial Arts - 58. Chapter 58

He Heng Leng looked at the four sword slaves, the longevity sword suddenly unsheathed, and the bright sword light filled a radius of several feet, dazzling.

It seems to contain endless vitality, thorough and continuous, without any scent of firework, and at an incredible angle, slashing at four sword slaves at the same time.

The four sword slaves’ faces changed abruptly. Under He Heng’s brilliant sword, they felt unprecedented palpitations, as if they were facing their master.

At the same time, they raised the sword in their hands and stabbed the sword that they had been practicing for ten years, the fifteenth sword that killed their lives!

This is a sword technique that does not belong to the world. When it appears, the wind and cloud will change color, bringing endless blood and blood, and the world will be dim.

Spicy, devastating, terrifying!

This is He Heng’s first impression of this sword.

Then, his sword came as he wanted, and suddenly the sword energy had fallen on the four sword slaves.

Peng!

A dull voice resounded, the bright sword light disappeared, and the bloody storm also dissipated naturally, revealing He Heng and the four sword slaves. The longevity sword was sheathed, and the sword in the hands of the four sword slaves had broken apart.

The place where the four swords broke was very smooth and neat, and it was obviously cut off by some sharp weapon in an instant.

The four sword slaves stared blankly at the sword in their hands, then looked at each other, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

And He Heng shook his head and said: “The fifteenth sword of death is really extraordinary, but it’s a pity that even if you have practiced for ten years, you still have nothing but fur. It’s a pity.”

He Heng was a little bit emotional. This fifteenth sword was indeed the strongest sword in all Gu Long’s novels.

Baiyun City’s master Ye Gucheng’s Tianwaifeixian is the ultimate in the world, but it is not yet the heavenly fairy. Reach the realm of gods.

And only this deadly fifteenth sword is truly not part of the mortal world, beyond the imagination of ordinary people, but an asura sword from hell. The ultimate killing and destruction can change the color of the world.

It is because it fits the ancient ways of killing between heaven and earth, and resonates with it. There is nothing in heaven and earth that cannot be killed!

This is placed in the big world, which is the realm of earth law in the realm of martial arts.

There are nine grades of art, and the law is divided into three grades, and the Tao is not superior!

Among them, the realm of jurisprudence is divided into three classes.

The realm of human law, controls one’s own soul, and the god who rules! The mental state is at its peak all the time, sincere to oneself, so that the autumn wind does not move the Prophet.

On the other hand, the realm of earth law is a kind of harmony between man and the world, which produces a terrible resonance.

The deadly fifteenth sword has reached this field. Even though it is still immature and not perfect, it truly belongs to the realm of earth and law. It is a sword of harmony between heaven and man, and it can cut ghosts and cry!

The Heavenly Law above the realm of Earth Law, and the realm of Tao that transcended the principles of the law, were beyond He Heng’s touch.

He just heard one sentence by chance, and said the truth about it.

People follow the earth, the earth follows the sky, the heavens follow the Tao, and the Tao follows nature!

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“Unfortunately, the fifteenth sword of the Four Sword Slave’s deadly sword only got a trace of fur, and I couldn’t let me see the leopard, and I could see the root of this kind of sword of earth law.” He Heng looked at the surrounding with some doubts holding the broken sword in amazement. The four of them were relieved and murmured: “But, it’s okay. There is also Xie Xiaofeng. He has actually seen Yan Shisan’s sword. Swordsmanship has reached his level. You can just look at any move. I remember seven or eight, not to mention that he has been thinking about it for 20 years.”

Thinking about it this way, He Heng coldly looked at the Four Sword Slaves who were still blocking him, with chills in his eyes, and said solemnly: “If you don’t let go, it is like the sword in your hand, divided into two.”

“The hidden sword house does not allow outsiders to enter unless you have stepped on our body.” The four sword slaves looked at He Heng resolutely, seeing death as home.

“Okay, then I will fulfill you!” He Heng suddenly yelled, and a strong murderous intent crushed the four of them.

Under this pressure, the four sword slaves trembled all over, their palms were full of sweat, trembling, but they still didn’t take a step back.

“Little friendly swordsmanship has reached the realm of divine and clear, I did not expect that there will be such swordsmen on the rivers and lakes. Please come in for a comment.” At this time, an old voice came from the courtyard behind him. The sword slave respected that voice and hurriedly bowed his head.

“This son, please!” A sword slave quickly pointed towards He Heng and said respectfully.

He Heng glanced at them faintly, and walked straight in with his sword. The courtyard was huge, but it was very messy and overgrown with grass, covering the original pavilions and buildings.

This is just a dilapidated courtyard, but in this Excalibur Villa, it is the hiding place of a generation of sword god Xie Xiaofeng, which is really unbelievable.

But the most eye-catching is that there are two earthen graves standing between the broken grass. Although I don’t know who is buried in the grave, it is known that this is a new grave because the grass on the tomb is still relatively neatly trimmed. It is the neatest thing in this courtyard.

After He Heng glanced around, he walked straight to the thatched pavilion in the center.

This is really a very simple thatched pavilion, there is nothing in the pavilion, except for two grass futons.

The futons are placed relative to each other. One old man in grey clothes sits cross-legged, and the other is naturally set forever.

He Heng looked at the gray-clothed old man and knew that this was the famous God Xie Xiaofeng, and his goal this time, but his mood at the moment was not half excited or shaken. With his realm, it was already possible. Perfectly controlling his own mind, this is to treat Xie Xiaofeng as a very ordinary person.

Seeing common people in the eyes of Tiandao, they are all humble dogs!

Listening to the voice just now, Xie Xiaofeng is very old.

In terms of age, Xie Xiaofeng is about fifty and less than sixty. For a quack, he is not too old.

But after seeing Xie Xiaofeng himself, he couldn’t even tell whether he was old or young.

Xie Xiaofeng’s first impression of He Heng was that of Xie Xiaofeng!

He has heard a lot about Xie Xiaofeng. Before seeing Xie Xiaofeng, he had already formed a picture of Xie Xiaofeng in his mind, and what appeared before his eyes was almost the shadow of that idea.

At first glance, he intuitively thought Xie Xiaofeng was an old man.

Sleepy because his voice is so old. He wore a gray robe and sat on the futon, like a recluse.

He Heng first came into contact with the other’s eyes, and he was so tired, so tired of life, all belonged to an old man.

But after a closer look, he found that Xie Xiaofeng is not old, and his hair is only a few whitish, which is the same as his long beard.

There are no wrinkles on his face, and his skin is shiny and fine.

His silhouette is really handsome, indeed worthy of the reputation of a beautiful man, no wonder he had so many love affairs when he was young.

For now, as long as he wants, he can still set off a storm among women, a crazy storm.

Xie Xiaofeng only glanced at He Heng, and said calmly and kindly: “Sit, I’m sorry, there is only one straw mat here.”

He Heng was not so embarrassed, he sat down directly, and stared at Xie Xiaofeng faintly.

“I don’t know the name of the little friend?” Xie Xiaofeng asked first.

He Heng said lightly: “Bai Yujing.”

Xie Xiaofeng seemed to think of something, and smiled: “It turned out to be the Longevity Sword. In the past few years, there have been many outstanding swordsmen in the arena, and there are only a few truly top-notch, and the little friend is one of them.”

“You can get rid of that one! Among the current swordsmen, you are the only one worthy of being an opponent.” He Heng said proudly.

“Haha, yes, young people should have this kind of enthusiasm.” Xie Xiaofeng nodded and looked at He Heng approvingly: “I can see that you are not a talkative person.”

He Heng said, “I am not.”

Xie Xiaofeng smiled: “Neither did I either.”

His tone was lonely and sad: “But I have become talkative now, which means I am old.”

When people get older, they will talk more and become broken mouths, but Xie Xiaofeng does not look like it.

He Heng didn’t mean to answer, so Xie Xiaofeng took it on himself: “But only in this place will I become too talkative. When there is no one, I often talk to myself by myself. Do you know the reason?”

He Heng glanced around gently.

It’s really not a very pleasant place here.

Desert, decadence, depression, depression, death is everywhere, without any anger.

Anyone who is full of energy will become sluggish and depressed if he stays here for a long time.

However, this will never be the reason to affect Xie Xiaofeng.

A person with profound knowledge of kendo is beyond the object and will no longer be affected by any external influences.

Then He Heng looked at the two graves.

A tomb is an ordinary tomb that buries the dead. If there is something special about it, it is the person buried in it.

An immortal person can make the grave immortal.

Like the Yue Tomb in the West Lake, the Zhaojun Tomb outside the Great Wall, etc.

Famous generals, loyal ministers, martyrs and beauties, their lives are immortal, and their deeds are engraved on the stele, and they will be hanged forever by future generations.

There are no tombstones on the two graves in this courtyard. The tombstone trees are in the pavilion and are inserted on the railings.

Only two small wooden plaques, one on the left and the other on the right, look out from the pavilion, and you can find that the two small wooden plaques are facing a deserted grave, like a tree in front of the grave.

“Therefore, I fear the tomb of the thirteenth friend of Yan Gong.”

“The tomb of Murong Qiuhuo, the first room.”

“That’s the reason.” He Heng pointed his finger, and then said softly.

Yan Shisan was the one who defeated Xie Xiaofeng; Murong Qiuhuo was his wife and his greatest enemy in this life. She didn’t know how many methods she had used to put Xie Xiaofeng to death.

Although these two people were dead, Xie Xiaofeng did not forget them.

Therefore, although Xie Xiaofeng is almost for no reason, he was once defeated by these two people.

Murong Qiuhuo didn’t know how many times he failed him; although Yan Shisan only defeated him once, he could never get it back.

So Xie Xiaofeng wanted to name this place Tibetan Sword House.

No matter how good his sword is, but here, there is no edge at all.

No matter how brilliant Xie Xiaofeng’s life is, he will always be a loser in front of these two people.

Those two people are dead, but Xie Xiaofeng has set up such a place to inspire himself.

What is he for?

He Heng doesn’t need to ask, he seems to know the answer.

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