Chapter 304: Swordsman, Not Necessarily Lonely!

Fortunately, Qi Qi has thick skin and thick flesh, and his strength is strong, although he was attacked by the Netherworld Sword Qi, he was not injured.

Feng Ziyue patted it on the shoulder and cocked his thumb.

"Old Niu, you vacuum black flame is amazing!"

Qi Qi smiled innocently and spewed two cool breaths from his nose, as if he was very disdainful of the opponent in front of him.

He saw that Feng Ziyue had the intention of making a personal move, shook the horns on his head, jumped down, and shared the roasted "suckling" pig with the glutton.

Feng Ziyue turned around and smiled at the sad guest through the ages.

Today he was not masked, his face was pale, he really looked like a dead man, and there was a long red "color" scar on his left cheek, which seemed to have never healed.

It's a special thing.

After stepping into the cultivation of the innate sixfold and possessing the realm of indestructibility, any disability and scars in the body can slowly grow.

Unless, unless, I don't want to.

is like Feng Ziyue in the previous life.

The meridians are broken and blind, and the recovery may be very slow, but the wound of the broken arm, in fact, if he is willing, it is not difficult to grow it slowly.

However, for Feng Ziyue, he was already disheartened at that time, and he was already used to using a sword in his left hand.

The world is prosperous, although it is invisible.

But if your relatives are separated and you are alone, what's the use of seeing them?

So he chose not to recover from his injuries, leaving himself alone and lonely.

So what is this eternal sad guest for, not to restore this scar on his face?

All of a sudden, Feng Ziyue suddenly felt a sense of sympathy.

"Your Excellency came again today, is it still for the fragment of the Supreme Heavenly Pillar Stone?

In the battle of the roadside grove, although there was no winner or loser, because of the sadness of the eternal and polite daughter, the netherworld sword qi, could not be counted, so it had fallen behind.

Feng Ziyue's words of killing are not just empty words and intimidation.

If he can't do it with all his might, Feng Ziyue's sword will definitely not be able to escape his life.

Therefore, the eternal sad guest hurriedly escaped with a secret method, Feng Ziyue had long expected that he should appear, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

Moreover, he is still holding his daughter, does he think that in this Ten Thousand Swords Villa, he still has a chance to escape calmly?

The Eternal Sadder glanced at him coldly, coughed, and raised his sword diagonally.

"I have no worries today, who lives and who dies, it's not certain!"

Feng Ziyue was taken aback, he obviously still held his daughter in his hands, why did he even say that he had no worries? Just now I saw him and Qi Qi do it, and sure enough, there was no hand left, and he didn't seem to be worried about the daughter in his arms being attacked by the sword qi.

Don't......

He looked at the little girl in the arms of the sad guest for eternity, and saw that her complexion was crystal clear, and her eyes were silver, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

"Jade Bodhi!"

Feng Ziyue is also a six-grade 'medicine' master now, and he is almost one step into the innate horn 'color', and his knowledge is also extraordinary, and the strange look on the little girl's face is clearly the situation of taking the holy 'medicine' Jade Bodhi.

This "medicine" does have the miraculous effect of resisting the invasion of the Netherworld's Qi, but its important role seems to be to save people's lives.

——A few days after this eternal sad guest left, he actually asked for the holy "medicine" Jade Bodhi, and that's it, he actually casually gave his daughter this life-saving holy "medicine", just so that in a few hours, he could resist the netherworld sword qi, so that he could give full play to it, and there was no worries!

is so troublesome, as long as he is willing to send his daughter elsewhere, hasn't he simply solved this worrying problem a long time ago?

Seek the near and far, and seek the difficult at the expense of the easy.

Eternal sad guest, who doesn't trust anyone, won't let his daughter leave him half a step, it seems, is indeed true.

"Good!"

After hearing about the deeds of the eternal sad guest, Feng Ziyue was indeed a little eager to try, wanting to fight with this master of the Demon Sect thousands of years ago.

His Netherworld Sword Qi gave Feng Ziyue a lot of inspiration.

If you let go of the fight, the benefits will naturally be great.

What's more, he came for the Supreme Heavenly Pillar Stone, even if Feng Ziyue didn't want to fight, this battle couldn't be avoided.

"But just now you fought with Qi Qi and were injured a little, I don't know if you need to recover for a while?"

"Not necessarily!"

The eternal sad guest shook his head, "I'm a dead person, what does it matter if I get hurt more or less!

Before his words fell, the sword light had already waved, only to see the black mist shrouded, a "mystery" in the midst of a little phosphorescence, like the door of life and death, overwhelmingly rolling towards Feng Ziyue.

The location where Feng Ziyue fought was the place where the main entrance hall of Wanjian Villa was located, the place was open, and at the beginning of the construction, he had already thought about today's situation, and it was the right place to start.

Just now, Qi Qi and the eternal sad guest made a move, which has already alarmed everyone behind.

Feng Tianhe, Feng Bufan and Hu Xiaodao, go out to explore treasures.

Everyone led by Ram Xi and Shen Siniang had already rushed to the front of the village, and they were all shocked when they saw this person make a move.

Especially Ram Xi, when he saw this peerless swordsmanship, he couldn't help but be stupid again.

He was originally also a kendo idiot, Feng Ziyue advanced by leaps and bounds, created a peerless sword magic technique, and also brought back the Jiuxiao Dragon "Yin" swordsmanship, the eight methods of the sword and other peerless martial arts, he had already understood, and a set of all-encompassing swordsmanship in his chest was also about to take shape.

Now seeing the swordsmanship of this eternal sad guest, it is quite understanding.

When Feng Ziyue returned to Wanjian Villa, he also mentioned this person's deeds to Ram Xi and others, and Ram Xi was very surprised at that time, only to feel that he had been sitting in a well and watching the sky for so many years, and he had not seen the heroes of the world.

Unexpectedly, in addition to Feng Ziyue, there is such a unique way, and there is also a master who has also reached the peak of swordsmanship.

The terrible thing is that everyone knows nothing about this master.

I saw Feng Ziyue smile slightly, his hands were divided, and the bronze ancient sword in his hand, Huo Ran turned into gold, and flew out of his hand, which was one of the eight methods of the imperial sword, burning the sky.

This Netherworld Sword Qi is overwhelming and unstoppable.

Only the flame of the burning sky confronts it.

Light and darkness are connected, the sky and the earth change color, and it is very beautiful.

"I didn't expect such a swordsmanship ......"

The ram sighed, as if he had realized something.

If you talk about kendo qualifications, under the ram Xi Bufeng Ziyue, the cultivation method he created as a sword that day is actually the originator of the sword god lineage, in this life, there is no opportunity to create the waste swordsmanship, and he has almost touched the essence of the simple swordsmanship.

The swordsman, the murder weapon also.

Any person holding a sharp weapon, as long as he learns the action of stabbing, can also be regarded as swordsmanship.

The ultimate goal of swordsmanship is to kill one's enemies and establish one's own victory.

And the more difficult and obscure the swordsmanship, the more powerful it is.

Therefore, some people say that the sword is the martial art of genius.

Because of the swordsmanship, it is different from many other blades.

It's not as good as the knife technique, the key qualities it needs are not change and mystery, but the momentum and strength of indomitable progress.

Therefore, the person who uses the knife has the focus on "sex" and the mind is clear, so that he can achieve the best in the knife.

The sword is different.

What the sword values is qualifications.

Spirituality and accessibility, indomitable and tenacious are indeed things that are necessary to achieve supreme kendo.

But if you don't have genius and qualifications, it's still a little worse than the pinnacle.

For example, on the Wu Continent today, there are probably three people with good sword qualifications, and together in Wanjian Villa, it can be regarded as a rare fate.

Feng Ziyue's peerless sword, and the sword of eternal sadness, are in a head-to-head duel.

And the ram Xi who was watching from the sidelines had an understanding in his heart, and a set of powerful swordsmanship was about to take shape.

"Although the death qi is strong, how can I burn the sky!"

Feng Ziyue shouted loudly, standing proudly in the air, his wrist turned, and he saw that the bronze ancient sword in the air turned as he wished, and it was more flexible than in his hand.

Without the restriction of the wrist, the flying sword can be used as a wonderful mystical change, and although the control is slightly weaker than that of the direct hand, it can also be highlighted as powerful with subtle moves.

"Eternal sad guest, your Netherworld Sword Qi is indeed a peerless science, but you just injured Qiqi's subordinates, and now, you are not my opponent!"

Hearing Feng Ziyue report this name, the black-clothed swordsman was slightly stunned.

No one has called him that way for a thousand years, and when he suddenly mentions it, he is saddened.

Sad through the ages, worthy of the name.

Now, isn't it a thousand years?

The momentum of the eternal sad guest was slightly depressed, and the flames burned the sky, and immediately completely enveloped half of the sky, seeing that netherworld sword qi, it was in danger.

"Drink!"

He is also a peerless swordsman, how can he be knocked down by a mere line of emotion, he shouted at the moment, only to see the scene around him, Huo Ran changed.

Feng Ziyue's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth "revealed" a smile.

"Battle Illusion? Okay! You're finally going to give it your all!"

This eternal sad guest has already cast a battle illusion and changed the scene to a place that is beneficial to him, and as a result, the Netherworld Sword Qi has suddenly doubled!

The place that is conducive to the Netherworld Sword Qi is naturally the Yellow Spring!

The sky was dark, and there was no daylight.

I saw a turbid current, rolling down, as if to "sweep" away all filth, in the rolling turbid stream, countless unjust souls and evil ghosts, crying loudly, but they were washed away by the flowing water, unable to stay a single step.

This turbidity current from above, erected a trembling wooden bridge, but the two of them are shoulder-width and there is no railing, and the two of them are side by side, and they feel hurried, as if they are not careful, they are about to fall into the yellow spring.

This is the Nai Ho Bridge!

The sad guest of eternity, holding his daughter, stood quietly in the middle of the bridge.

Feng Ziyue suddenly felt that the pressure he was under had increased by several points.

Before he made a move, he felt that this space was filled with netherworld sword qi, as if it had a corrosive power, as long as he was not careful, he would be taken advantage of by this sword qi.

Sure enough, it's an extremely powerful battle illusion.

Feng Ziyue let out a long laugh.

"The realm of Huangquan, if you are dead and silent, your state of mind is inevitably too cold!"

The eternal sad guest opened his eyes and glanced at him coldly.

"I said a long time ago that I am already a dead man, and the state of mind of a dead man is naturally dead and silent - now that you have entered the Yellow Spring, do you have any last words?"

Entering this realm, his momentum is a little stronger, and he is full of confidence.

Feng Ziyue laughed, "Just use what you just said, who wins and who loses, I don't know yet, you have a battle illusion, don't I have it?"

With a wave of his sword, the second half of the red sun's flames burned the sky, like a phoenix of fire, crashing into the wooden bridge. The eternal sad guest snorted coldly, and with a circle of sword light, he intercepted the fire phoenix, and with just a twist, he dissolved this infinitely powerful fire burning sky!

Sure enough, when he entered the Huangquan Fantasy Realm, his strength improved extremely significantly.

But Feng Ziyue also took advantage of this opportunity to change the scene under his feet.

At the top of Changming Tower, the moon is in the middle of the sky.

Feng Ziyue's white clothes fluttered, holding the bronze ancient sword obliquely, pointing at the eternal sad guest on the wooden bridge.

This scene, lonely and desolate, secretly coincides with the peak of the sword.

The eternal sad guest was also frightened by the realm of Fengzi Yue Changming Pagoda, and actually sighed leisurely.

"It turned out to be ......"

His tone changed slightly, but he quickly regained that indifferent tone.

"I see you in fresh clothes and angry horses, accompanied by beautiful women, you don't look like a swordsman at all, but for some reason, you can create this supreme swordsmanship-"

The broken sword in the hand of the eternal sadder was gently raised, and his wrist shook, and there was a buzzing sound.

"It turns out that in your heart, you also have the loneliness of a swordsman, lonely and extremely high, no wonder you can reach such a peerless realm!"

Swordsmen, after all, are lonely.

Because in the process of exploring the supreme sword path, no one can understand, and only the sword in their hands accompanies them.

is also a top swordsman, even if the heart of the eternal sad guest is as cold as a dead person, he can consciously understand Feng Ziyue's lonely sword intent.

Feng Ziyue smiled slightly.

Under the moonlight, there is the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, floating secretly, the Wanjian Villa in the distance, originally just a vague background, but now, but only the lights are bright, faint, and there is a noise of noise.

"You're wrong!"

Although he stands on the top of the Changming Tower, he is lonely, but he is not lonely.

"The pinnacle of kendo is not a lonely place—"

Feng Ziyue's eyes showed a gentle "color".

"I once embarked on this wrong path, so I thought I had reached the peak, but I looked left and right, but I didn't see my relatives to accompany me, even if there was a high sword path, no matter how strong the swordsmanship, what was the use?"

"Swordsman, not necessarily lonely—"

Feng Ziyue looked at the girl in the hands of the eternal sad guest and smiled slightly.

"Even if it's you, sad for eternity, sad for eternity, a sword swinged, heaven and earth are like mourning, but in this heart, don't you still have this concern?"

"A peerless swordsman, if he is ruthless, how can there be a change in vitality in his swordsmanship?"

"You have love in your heart, but you are forced to cultivate this dead and silent Netherworld Sword Qi - from this step, in today's battle, you are already doomed to lose!"

The tip of Feng Ziyue's sword began to tremble.

The "color" of the sad guest for thousands of years finally changed, his pupils contracted, and his face "color" became pale.

He had already seen that Feng Ziyue's upcoming sword had surpassed the peak of the sword path that he could understand.

That sword, he will never be able to take it!

However, Feng Ziyue did not draw his sword, but just looked up at the moon and asked softly.

"What's your daughter's name?"