The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

Friends of obscurity are great gifts.

After getting married, Wang Dong stayed in Shenzhen Villa for more than half a month.

During this period, Shangguan Feiyan came quietly once, she was a smart woman, so she didn't dare to come to the door on the wedding day.

Although she and Xue Bing were both members of the 'Red Shoes' and were called sisters in the past, Xue Bing treated her differently than Bingbing.

Xue Bing and Bingbing are really sisters, and Shangguan Feiyan with her is a piece of paper.

Shangguan Feiyan felt that if she really came to the door on the wedding day, even if she didn't break her leg by Xue Bing, she was afraid that her flowery face would have to be torn apart.

Shangguan Feiyan came at dusk and left before dawn, as for what she gained this time, only she and Wang Dong knew it.

On this day, Wang Dong, Xue Bing, and Bingbing said goodbye to the old lady, boarded a big ship, and left with waves.

Following the induction of Wu Ming in his heart, the speed of the big ship is not fast, Wang Dong is not in a hurry, looking for Wu Ming is only incidental, this trip with Xue Bing, Bingbing and the two of them are the main ones in the sea and sky.

After sailing on the sea for nearly a month, he finally met Wu Ming on a foggy island, still looking like an ordinary and kind little old man.

Wang Dong didn't talk much nonsense, and directly typed a piece of information into Wu Ming's mind, Wu Ming was stunned on the spot, and all kinds of unbelievable information contained in that message made it difficult for him to hold himself.

A person like him, who stands at the top of the world in terms of wisdom and martial arts, has a loneliness and loneliness that ordinary people cannot understand, and he is even more unable to resist the temptation of the unknown.

Wang Dong opened the bronze door on the spot and introduced Wu Ming to Daqian.

And when the three of them returned to the Central Plains again, a piece of news came.

Lu Xiaofeng is alive again.

Wang Dong had long known about this, so naturally he would not be surprised.

Those who have more or less dealt with Lu Xiaofeng on the rivers and lakes sighed, and then said: It is worthy of Lu Xiaofeng!

As for more emotions, gone!

The rivers and lakes in these years are true and false, there are too many things that have come and gone, and everyone has said that they have long been out of the new stage, and they are all old rivers and lakes, so it is not strange.

At this time, Lu Xiaofeng, who returned from the border Huangshi Town, picked up the stars in the sky, and a group of honest monks were gathering in Wanmei Villa, where the snow was blowing at the West Gate.

"Since the battle of the Bohai Sea, the dragon went to the sea, and the rivers and lakes have not heard his movements for a long time."

The honest monk's face, which was already quite bitter, became more and more depressed at this moment, his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth were wrinkled, and he sighed: "This time I am back in the rivers and lakes, I don't know how big a storm will be set off." ”

The honest monk is a well-known weirdo in the martial arts, he is one of the four great monks in the martial arts, but no one knows which temple he is a monk in.

And his martial arts are so high that even Lu Xiaofeng can't figure it out.

But honest monks also have people who are afraid.

used to be the little old man Wu Ming, not only afraid of Wu Ming's almost invincible martial arts, but also afraid of the other party's endless methods.

If you only talk about martial arts, today's Ximen Blowing Snow may not be under the little old man.

Of course, the honest monk is also afraid of Ximen Blowing Snow, but he is not too afraid of it, after all, although he and Ximen Blowing Snow are not friends, at least they are familiar with each other, and Ximen Blowing Snow will not kill him for no reason.

The honest monk is more afraid of Wang Dong who has been recited as a martial arts myth after defeating the little old man.

Sikong picked up the stars with his legs crossed, lying leisurely on the branches of the big trees in the village, and said with a smile: "With that person's temperament, how many people in the rivers and lakes today can enter his eyes?" Why worry about nothing! However, he and the wedding of the two young ladies of Shenzhen Villa were not able to come to the door to ask for a cup of wine, and it was a pity to miss it. ”

He squinted at Lu Xiaofeng and said with a smile: "Lu Xiaoji, what do you think?" ”

Lu Xiaofeng felt that he wanted to hit someone.

It's a pity that you can't beat the king, and you can't beat the stars.

He sighed lightly in his heart, and his eyes shifted to Ximen Fuxue, who was standing in the courtyard with his hands in his hands, always silent, and there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

In recent years, people in the martial arts have gradually stopped calling Ximen Chuixue 'Ximen Zhuang Master', but have given him the title of Sword God.

Ximen Blowing Snow's swordsmanship has indeed reached an otherworldly level, and he struck out with a sword, as fast as the aurora cold electricity, and the momentum was like the Nine Heavens Milky Way pouring down, even Lu Xiaofeng was terrified when he saw it.

In this era when Ye Gucheng disappeared without a trace, and the king did not return to the sea, looking at the size of the world, there was no one who could make Ximen blow snow and try his sword.

Who can be the opponent of the sword god Simon Blowing Snow?

This is the doubt in the minds of many martial artists in recent years.

Not to mention being his opponent, there are very few people who can take the sword of Ximen Blowing Snow.

But now, his opponent has appeared.

Lu Xiaofeng seemed to see a flame suddenly burning in Ximen Fuxue's cold eyes, so he saw him reach out and take his sword without saying a word, and walked towards the outside of the village.

Lu Xiaofeng's heart jumped, and he hurriedly said, "Ximen blowing snow, what are you going to do?" ”

"Sword match!" Simon Fuxue replied as succinctly as usual.

"Teng", Lu Xiaofeng's back seemed to be burning, making him break out in a cold sweat, and shouted: "Are you sure?" ”

Ximen Fuxue didn't answer this time, but he didn't look back, his steps were very firm, and in a moment, the figure had already left Wanmei Villa.

Sikong Xingxing couldn't hold his breath at this moment, his body was like a spirit monkey, and he jumped down from the trunk with a 'whoosh', and shouted: "Ximen Fuxue is going to find that sword competition?" The two of them are the gods of the sword and the other are martial arts myths, and this battle cannot be missed again. ”

The figure swayed, and Sikong picked up the stars and also came out of Zhuangzi.

The honest monk clasped his hands together, glanced at Lu Xiaofeng, and took a step.

Lu Xiaofeng knew that he couldn't stop it, sighed, and chased out of the village.

They are all top and well-known figures in the martial arts, and when they go out together, they naturally can't hide from the eyes and ears of those who have a heart. After a brief look at the route they were traveling, anyone who was interested guessed the purpose.

Within a few days, the sword god Ximen Blowing Snow went to the Divine Needle Villa, challenging the news of the martial arts myth king spread all over the rivers and lakes.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds were stirred, the heroes on the rivers and lakes, and the major gangs came out one after another, wanting to watch this peak battle.

On the other side, Wang Dong had already planned to leave this world, but suddenly he sensed a sense in his heart and sensed a wave of qi coming towards him.

This qi is as small as a firefly to him, it is really not worth mentioning, but the indomitable will contained in it is worthy of appreciation, and Wang Dong is not in a hurry to leave.

Three days to wait.

On this day, the sky was dark, and the dark clouds were heavy, covering the sky, and Ximen Fuxue stood in front of the Shenzhen Villa with one person and one sword, followed by Lu Xiaofeng, Sikong Xingxing and others.

In addition, there are many martial arts people who are watching the battle from all directions, including many martial arts masters, gang leaders, and leaders of the family.

"Simon blows snow!"

A flat voice sounded, Wang Dong walked out of the villa slowly, followed by Xue Bing and Bingbing, they are both rare beauties in the world, but no one pays attention to them at this time.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Dong for a moment.

In less than a year, he rose rapidly, turned to the world, defeated all the masters of the world, and won the reputation of the king of swords. Then Bohai fought against Wu Ming, won and rode the dragon, and since then he has achieved the name of martial arts mythology.

Although he has not been walking around the rivers and lakes for a long time, his legend is still circulating in the rivers and lakes.

Lu Xiaofeng also looked over and stared at Wang Dong for a long time.

Immediately, the worry in his eyes became a little stronger.

At that time, Wang Dong could still draw unfathomable conclusions and know how terrible his people were, but now Wang Dong, he can't see anything.

"You're coming to me for a sword fight?" Wang Dong ignored the martial arts people present, and only looked at the West Gate Blowing Snow Road.

Simon Blowing Snow said: "Yes." ”

Wang Dong nodded and said, "Okay! Draw your sword! ”

Ximen Fuxue's hand was already on the hilt of the sword, his eyes were fixed on Wang Dong, and when he saw the other party coming empty-handed, he couldn't help but say, "Your sword?" Wang Dong didn't answer this question, but asked, "If you count this time, this should be the third time you've come to me to compete with your sword!" ”

Ximen Blowing Snow said: "Not bad." ”

Wang Dong sighed lightly, and suddenly smiled: "Since I have been successful in martial arts, the same person has challenged me three times in a row, and you are still the first person, that's it!" Let's get out of the sword! ”

In the midst of the laughter, Wang Dong leaned out of the sleeve of his robe with a slender and white palm, and slowly rose up, as if using his palm as a sword gesture.

Ximen Fuxue didn't have any sense of humiliation to be despised, his pupils contracted suddenly, and then the long sword in his palm came out of the sheath, the sword light flashed, and the lightning essence filled the void in front of him in an instant, and in the thrilling brilliant glow, the sword qi of Sen Han and the killing sword stabbed out like a sharp arrow.

What ushered in was a slash!

The king slashed lightly with the palm of his hand, and there was no energy flowing, but the sword light of Ximen blowing snow had already collapsed inch by inch, and the sword qi was like ice and snow melting under the scorching sun.

Followed by the invisible and qualitative power swayed out, only to hear the crackling and bursting, the sword in Ximen Fuxue's hand was shattered violently, and a fierce qi machine flew from his left and right sides, and suddenly swept through the space of dozens of zhang, in the violent trembling, the surrounding dozens of zhang of internal qi were boiling, boiling like a tide, and the people in the martial arts gathered around them flew out one by one, followed by the countless qi machines gathered into a strand, and roared into the sky!

It seemed to have condensed into a divine sword that penetrated the sky and the earth, and the sword qi like a heavenly river rushed into the sky, tearing apart the dark clouds in mid-air.

The sky suddenly brightened!

Ignoring the crowd that was blown away by the energy, Lu Xiaofeng and the others staggered back in the catharsis of the qi machine like the crashing waves, and looked towards the sky in shock, only to see a narrow sword mark that seemed to cut the sky open, and the crack spread, and they didn't know how long it was.

Although there were the wails of the wounded in all directions, Lu Xiaofeng and the others felt that the world was dead and silent.

After a long silence, Ximen Fuxue said abruptly: "What kind of swordsmanship is this?" ”

Wang said: "This is the sword of heaven and man, do you want to learn it?" ”

Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes flashed with a trace of waves, and he looked at Wang Dong.

"Ximen Blowing Snow, your swordsmanship has almost reached the pinnacle of this world, but unfortunately, even if it is the peak, it is only a mortal sword. It's not that you don't have enough talent, it's that the world is so small that you can't show your talents. The sword of heaven and man, the chance of being conceived in this heaven and earth is too slim, so if you want to learn this sword, you should look for it outside the sky. ”

"Outside the sky?" Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes moved, not fully understanding what Wang Dong meant, but he remembered another person, and suddenly said, "Where is Ye Gucheng too?!" ”

The small kiosk that book friends used to use before has been hung, and now they are basically using the source change artifact.