The cold wind is like a knife, using the earth as a chopping board, and treating all living beings as fish and meat.

Thousands of miles of snow will make the sky a furnace, and dissolve all things into silver.

This is one of my favorite couplets used by Mr. Gu Long at the beginning of "The Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword", although the battle is not very neat, but it is very interesting.

And the story I'm going to tell is also very interesting.

At the beginning of the story I want to tell, there is neither cold wind nor snow, only a sunset. The sunset is picturesque, the sunset is like a song, such a moment, such a sunset, it should be the time when lovers meet after dusk, murmuring willow tops, but the flag-planting town full of sunset suddenly fell into an unprecedented riot: the old people who squatted under the wall and smoked dry cigarettes hurriedly spit out the last cigarette, knocked the heavy cigarette pouch on the soles of their feet, inserted it outside the sheepskin jacket, grabbed the little grandson who was still, put it into the wide sheepskin jacket, walked hesitantly, went straight to the house, and then planted himself in the quilt, covered the quilt, and shook non-stop。 What about the child, I don't know what happened, just half of the shit just pulled out, was stuffed into the stinky sheepskin jacket by the grandfather, felt uncomfortable, struggled a few times, and then stretched out most of his head from the grandfather's arms, like a frightened little turtle, helplessly watching the chaotic world outside, and then, I was frightened by the panicked posture in front of me, and the remaining half of the feces and urine in the stomach gushed out together. Those young and middle-aged students rolled up their sleeves high, picked up a hoe or guillotine, and without understanding the situation at all, they were about to rush out, walking like flying, and rushed towards the empty Li family's barren garden at the end of the flag planting town. When I rushed there, I found that there was already a large crowd of people crowded there, talking a lot, and I didn't know what was going on.

At that time, the word "Jianghu" was an unusually popular thing, just like the current Internet, hip-hop, fast men and super women, occupying most of people's lives, everyone almost sharpened their heads, and had to apply this word to their heads, thinking that as long as they did something vigorous, killing a person was to hoe the strong and help the weak, stealing a handful of money, that is, robbing the rich and helping the poor, and then shaking hands with those so-called heroes, that is, entering the rivers and lakes. So, later, the rivers and lakes began to change their nature, and became a very terrifying term, kidnapping, assassination, poisoning, and becoming the ability of all the people in the rivers and lakes to take care of their homes, so the rivers and lakes became paste, and the chaos was so chaotic that it was not what it looked like. When you walk at night, you will be beaten and beaten for no reason, and when you, you will be pressed to the ground and robbed for no reason, and you won't even leave a piece of shame, anyway, you rob me, I rob you, you trap me, I slaughter you. In this way, it is difficult for the rivers and lakes to have calm times. Moreover, the flag town is a border town, belonging to the "three regardless" place, there are often groups of green forest robbers to rob, the small gangs in the rivers and lakes in order to become big gangs and fight for territory, attack each other, the imperial court for the interests and dignity of the Celestial Empire, also often send troops to encircle and suppress the robbers, and the northern nomads to start a war, the ministers in the court in order to oppose the emperor, also come here to Latin Raf, build weapons, usurp strategists, ready to rebel. In addition, there are often roosters and dog thieves, drug smugglers, and abductors of women and children in the town, and these uneasy factors have stimulated the sense of self-protection of the townspeople to a certain extent, even to the point of nervousness. At the slightest disturbance, their old and weak, sick and disabled will hide, and the young and middle-aged will be able to arm themselves in the shortest possible time, flock to the streets, and fight against robbers, aliens, and rebels of the imperial court. Therefore, when the townspeople today heard the noise from outside, they were a little noisy, and regardless of whether they saw the black blindfolds of the robbers or the fox tails on the hats of the Khitans, they quickly sprang into action and poured into the streets, ready to deal with this sudden attack. And the Li Family Desert Garden is where they usually gather.

However, when they arrived at the Li family's deserted garden one after another, they were all stunned. It turned out that the Li family's barren garden, which was originally barren and dilapidated, has completely changed its appearance at this moment, and it has a different appearance. The weeds and urine on the ground had been cleared of the ground, and then the carpet of Persian red wool had been laid, and the collapsed walls, the shacks covered with green vines had been replaced by ornate brocade barriers, and around the curtains, every five paces there was a big man in the shape of a man, who was viciously scolding the onlookers, and the posture of the emperor and the idlers could not approach. Later, someone could not resist his curiosity, so he climbed up to the tree, sat on the top of the tree, and watched the inside of the brocade wall. But just looking at it, he almost didn't fall from the tree, and the situation inside was even more pompous than that of the emperor. The brocade tent is resplendent with gold, just like the palace where the emperor travels. In the very center, there is a platform made of sandalwood, five feet high, with a yellow satin roof and flowers and wine. At the four corners of the platform, there are cowhide drums on all sides, and next to them stands a big man, waiting to beat the drum and give orders. In the middle are placed weapon racks, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, abduction meteors, whips and hammers, which emit the brilliance of folds in the afterglow of the setting sun. At the top of the platform, there is a table of eight immortals, with flowers on the table and wine under the flowers. In front of the table was a sandalwood chair, covered with the mink of Changbai Mountain, and on the mink lay a man in white, this person was about thirty-five or sixteen years old, handsome and chic, with an extraordinary bearing, but with a proud face. Beside him, there were two girls who were like flowers and jade, with the same arrogant faces, but when they looked at the man in white, their faces showed the peculiar meekness of the Persian cat, pouring wine, beating their backs, and peeling fruits. The man in white chose the most comfortable position to lie there, pretending to shake the golden folding fan in a dashing manner, the beautiful maid on the left poured wine into his mouth, and the beautiful maid on the right peeled a grape to accompany him with wine. People are beautiful, wine is fine wine, and fruit is delicious. Looking at their pomp, if the man in white is not a rich young master, he may be a chivalrous man in the rivers and lakes.

When the people who climbed up the trees saw this kind of pomp, they were suspicious and kept muttering: Who is this? What a magnificent pomp and circumstance. Everyone felt as if it was the first time they had seen this person. However, when they saw the weapon in the hand of the girl behind the man in white, they immediately let out a scream of surprise.

In the rivers and lakes, maybe you don't know who Xiao Li Feidao is, maybe you don't know who Chu Liuxiang is, but you definitely don't dare to say that you don't know who the Soul Breaking Spear is and who the thousands of enemies are. As we all know, Soul Breaker Gun Qiu Wanqian is the number one master in today's martial arts, debuted at the age of ten, became famous at the age of fifteen, and established the Cup Throwing Villa at the age of eighteen. He has become a myth in the rivers and lakes, and he can really be described as the idol in the minds of countless young knights in the rivers and lakes, and the prince charming in the minds of countless girls. Seeing the idol suddenly appear in this nameless town, what is the mood of the townspeople, I don't need to describe it. However, although everyone was very happy, they had to wonder a little, like Qiu Wanqian, a super invincible superstar idol, didn't enjoy his flowers and beautiful wine in his tossing mountain villa, what did he do in this border town where chickens don't fly, dogs don't bite, and rabbits don't? Oh, maybe he's enjoying too much wine and beauty, and his head is wrong, so he came here for a leisurely stroll. It was the first thought of those who were jealous of him when they saw him in the town, and those of his faithful admirers showed a completely different attitude. They held flowers aloft and shouted the names of their idols, shouting, making noise, and frantically crowded towards the brocade tent, trying to shake hands with the idols, hug, and ask for autographs, but before they could enter the door, they were driven out by the big men who were guarding the side, and told them to stay cool. Alas, idols, can be seen from afar, but not blasphemed. The crowd sighed.

It seems to be windy. The wind was very strong, and the wind was very strong and blew a great gust of yellow sand, and the yellow sand was spreading, filling the whole dry and blue sky. There were a few sharp chirps of goshawks in the sky, killing, killing, killing, the sound cut through the yellow sand, lingering in the sky above the flag planting town. At this time, a big man suddenly ran over from outside the town, wearing snow-white clothes covered with flying sand, sweating, and his face was full of panic. He wasn't running, he was simply flying, flying into the brocade tent, flying to Qiu Wanqian's feet, landing on one leg, clasping his hands into fists, and Lang said: "Tell the owner, he is here." ”

Qiu Wanqian seemed to have expected it a long time ago, smiled slightly, his face was full of disdain, looked at the big man, waved his hand at him, signaled him to retreat, and then, put away the folding fan, drank the wine in the cup, smiled, and said, "Okay, he is finally here." ”

Who's coming?

The wind was stronger, the sand was more violent, and in the direction of the wind, the source of the sand raging, everyone stopped to watch, only to see that at the end of the town, a fallen and haggard figure was walking slowly, walking very slowly, walking very lazy, if it was not for the initial recovery of a serious illness, I am afraid that it has just woken up. Now, let me give you a general picture of the person who came in a stroke or two. Before that, please recall the appearance of Li Xunhuan when he entered the customs again in "The Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword": a car, a servant, a pot of wine, and a flying knife carved how lonely and lonely his beloved woman was. Although this person is also like Li Xunhuan, with a blue shirt in one collar, a lonely and melancholy expression, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and full of sorrow and misfortune, he is different from Li Xunhuan. When Li Xunhuan entered the customs, he sat in a car and followed a faithful servant, but this middle-aged "Li Xunhuan" did not take a car, because he thought that riding in a car would reduce a person's stamina, and he hoped to train his physical strength by walking. He did not follow the servants, he was only one man, because he was a prodigal son, and if the prodigal son had an attendant with the attendant, the wine would make his will fade. Li Xunhuan has been accompanied by wine all his life, but this person did not drink, because he was about to have a duel, so he had to keep a clear head. He didn't even carve a woman's head with a knife, because no woman could make him engrave it in his heart. Because to be a real master, you must be lonely, and only a master who can endure loneliness can always be invincible.

His long-collared tunic was originally a dark blue, a sea-blue color, but it had faded from frequent washing, or because it had not been washed for a long time, and had become an indescribable color that resembled both polluted sea water and a sky with thick smoke. A phoenix bamboo hat covers most of his face, and if you take off his hat, you may be surprised to find that he has a yellow-black face, bulging cheeks, and a shaven under his chin, as if he has not shaved in months, and as if he has not shaved since he grown, which makes him look at least ten years older than his real age. His lips were strong and linear, as if carved out of fresh marble, but there was no trace of coldness on this face with the firmness of marble, but he often smiled and smiled, but he smiled inexplicably, as if he was laughing at others and as if he were laughing at himself. If you look closely, you may think that he didn't smile at all, because his face was born like that, when he laughs, when he doesn't, when he doesn't. His people are also as unpredictable as his laughter. Behind him was a bamboo basket with a sword diagonally inserted into it, which could be found everywhere and could be bought in a blacksmith on the street for a penny. However, this sword makes people feel that she is different. It was pitch black throughout, as if it had been made of black gold, and as if it had been made of white iron, but when it was refined, it was a little too hot, like rice that had passed the fire, and it was paste. An ordinary man, with a black iron sword, is going to forge his legend in this place.

Next to the black iron sword, there was a pot made of green bamboo, filled with wine. People are ordinary people, swords are ordinary swords, and wine, of course, will not be good wine - it is the kind of burning knife that costs a penny and a bowl. Burning knives, wine is as strong as its name, as strong as a flame, and those who can drink this kind of wine must have a good amount of wine, worthy of the title of drunkard. This man also looks like an alcoholic, but this alcoholic is not drinking at the moment, and the reason why he is not drinking at this time is because he is going on a date, a date of life and death. Before such a life-and-death battle, he must keep his brain absolutely awake. He has been defeated twenty-nine times, and this time, he must not be defeated again, and if he loses again, he has only one way, death. Even if others don't kill him, maybe he will kill himself. A person who has been defeated thirty times in a row has the face to live. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch his neck. On his neck, from the base of his ear to his chin, there was a long scar, like the mouth of a monster temporarily closed. That's what he let his opponent keep in the last duel, the twenty-ninth duel. Whenever he was nervous, or when he was thinking about a problem, he would habitually touch this scar, which would remind him at this time that he had failed twenty-nine times, and he must not fail. But that's not all, if you take off his clothes and look closely, you may be surprised to find that there are twenty-eight other scars on his back, chest, thighs, and lower abdomen. And these scars are all left by the same person - this person is a thousand enemies. After each competition, Qiu Wanqian had to leave a scar on his body as the end of a victory. After twenty-nine decisive battles, there is no longer any place on his body that can leave him with any more scars, so this time, he must not be defeated.

Thinking of this, he started laughing again. He laughed inexplicably, not knowing if he was laughing at his incompetence, he actually let Qiu Wanqian leave so many scars on his body, or laughing at his own victory this time, and he would never let Qiu Wanqian leave scars on his body again. However, what he was laughing at, I'm afraid only God knows. He looked at the sky, it was blue, the sunset was red, and there were goshawks flying in the sky reflecting the setting sun, and he shook his head, and then looked at the town again. On both sides of the street in the middle of the town, there were crowds of people, and the Li family's barren garden that had been agreed in advance had been surrounded by water. The pomp and circumstance of the feud is still unabated, just like every duel, the colorful flags fluttering, magnificent, like the emperor going out on patrol, on the flagpoles around the paddock, all kinds of flags are roaring in the wind. The big word "Qiu" on the flag looks particularly dazzling in the sunset, just like Qiu Wanqian's very provocative gaze. Hmph, what a big show. He smiled contemptuously, knowing that Qiu Wanqian was probably already waiting for him at this moment. Seeing such a guy who was not amazing in appearance and did not have heavy skills, everyone was suddenly stunned, could it be that he was the one who wanted to wait for Qiu Wanqian? This is really an unbelievable thing. Actually, as a narrator, I don't really believe it. How can such a person, like a flower child, be worth letting the famous Soul Breaker Gun Thousands go to this town where the flowers are not fragrant and the birds are silent to wait for him? What is the origin of this guy? Seeing this, I believe that many people have the same questions as me. Want to know why? Let's just read on.

Many people were looking at him with great contempt and disbelief, but this contempt did not embarrass him, on the contrary, this contempt aroused the infinite fighting spirit in his heart, because he knew that after this decisive battle, the attitude towards him would be completely changed. This time, he was sure to win. As long as he wins, he will be the person with the highest martial arts in the rivers and lakes. Qiu Wanqian is the most famous person in the rivers and lakes, then, as long as Qiu Wanqian is defeated, he can replace him and become the most famous person in the rivers and lakes, who does not respect such a person. It's a pity that at this time, who can't see that he has the ability to defeat the Soul Breaker Gun Wanqian, so everyone is looking at him with an extremely contemptuous look, watching him lazily walk into the town from outside the town, watching him lazily walk into the Li family's deserted garden from the town, watching him lazily walk through the crowded crowd, into the brocade tent, and come to Qiu Wanqian, and then, watching him lazily put his hands together in front of his chest, lazily looking at Qiu Wanqian, showing a lazy smile. His lazy and indifferent appearance immediately caused great dissatisfaction among Qiu Wanqian's fans. They raised their noses and eyes, and they talked and blamed this man.

"What the hell is this guy, his attitude is so arrogant, he really takes himself as his master, and he makes Qiu Wanqian wait for him, phew. ”

"In my opinion, he's not a thing at all, it's not a dog with green onions in his nose, pretending to be foreign, hum, Lao Tzu looks down on this kind of person the most, disgusting. ”

"I think it's the same, I don't have any ability at all, I can only hype up the name of thousands of enemies to raise my worth, it's really shameless. ”

"There's no way, these days, I want to use celebrities to hype, even if you can't win others, you can let others remember your name and this ugly face, there are many such people, you simply have no way at all, or bear with it. ”

"I really want to knock down Ya Ting's nose with a fist, see if he dares to offend Qiu Wanqian, what do you say this guy is doing, his appearance is not amazing, his skills are not heavy, he is like a flower child, hey, hey, hey, a few brothers, don't let this kid take advantage of the loophole, after the competition, let's throw eggs and stones at him together, to deal with this kind of shameless person, the only way is to be more shameless than him. ”

"It's a wise saying. Brothers, keep an eye on it first, and then I'll call someone to help."

If it were an ordinary person, after hearing this strange accusation, I am afraid that he would have been angry and scurrying all over the ground, but this person is not an ordinary person, so no matter how sarcastic and vicious the onlookers are, they do not show the slightest anger, and they are still lazy, with a nonchalant attitude. What is a real master, and how can you become a master among masters? The highest level of a master is not only to be higher than others in martial arts, but more importantly, to have superhuman endurance, as long as you have extremely high martial arts, have a reaction beyond ordinary people and endurance beyond ordinary people, then you are a master and a master. Besides, he has heard such accusations more than once, and after many temperings, he has reached the point where he can treat other people's accusations as farting. When he smells someone else's stinky fart, most people still have to cover their noses, but he doesn't even frown. High, really high.

Seeing such a luxurious and extravagant pomp, and seeing the indignant crowd all around, the visitor couldn't help but shake his head, and then stepped onto the stage and came to the front of Qiu Wanqian. He smiled, put one hand on his waist, took the sword out of the bamboo basket with the other and carried it on his shoulder, threw away the bamboo basket, and stood there lazily, looking at Qiu Wanqian lazily, and then, laughing, laughing inexplicably. He laughed as he looked at Qiu Wanqian, who was lying on the chair enjoying himself, his eyes were full of indifference and provocation, as if he was watching a tiger in a circus perform. Although the tiger in the cage is still powerful, but life is too comfortable, the action will be greatly reduced, and the innate wildness of the king of the mountains has faded. This was the first thought that came to his mind when he saw the hatred at this time.

Qiu Wanqian also smiled, drank all the wine in the cup, and then, with a "swish", opened the gold folding fan, lay on the chair in the most comfortable position, looked at the man with slanted eyes, and said lightly: "Hey, you have lost twenty-nine times, why don't you give up?"

The man took down the bamboo basket behind his back, threw it on the ground, and said with a smile: "Because I am lazy in life, I have no goal in life, if I don't compete with you, then I'm afraid I have nothing to do, you know, my biggest goal in life is to defeat you." ”

Qiu Wanqian touched his nose, his nose was very white and soft, and every time he touched it, he would leave a red finger print on it, and after touching it, he kept shaking his head, and then he began to sigh non-stop, and said: "Do you know, as soon as I received your challenge letter, I felt a headache, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, and I didn't even have the heart to enjoy the wine and beauty." ”

Speaking of this, he began to shake his head incessantly, as if he had really encountered something that gave him a headache, and then, pulling the beautiful maid standing on the left over, holding him in his arms, and sitting on his lap, his legs were soft and elastic, and the girl's body was like snow, like a flocculent.

He pinched the beautiful maid's face, smiled, and then, looking at the visitor, continued, "Do you know why?"

The man shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Even you have a headache for the Soul Breaking Spear, how can I know about it as a nobody?"

I don't know if he wanted to drink two sips of wine to stabilize his inner turmoil, he yawned a long yawn, and then gently picked up the bamboo tube in the basket thrown on the ground with his foot, pulled out the stopper, poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and even closed his eyes and tasted it carefully, with an endless aftertaste.

Qiu Wanqian closed the folding fan, looked at the man from head to toe, and then pointed at him and said coldly: "I have left twenty-nine scars on your body, and you no longer have a piece of good meat on your body, and now, I really can't think of finding another place from your body to leave the thirtieth scar, this is my headache." ”

Hearing this, the man re-plugged the stopper, put the bamboo tube back into the bamboo basket, and said with a smile: "That's it, it's easy to do, then I'll choose a place for you." ”

Speaking of this, he pointed to Qiu Wanqian's chest and said: A sword pierces the heart.

Qiu Wanqian pushed away the maid in his arms, "hummed", got up from the chair, paced a few steps in place, and then, suddenly turned around, and said coldly at him: "You are wrong, first, I have never used a sword, second, after so many years of crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, it is easy to meet an interesting opponent like you, and I want to play a few more times, how can I be willing to let you die, don't you?"

Hearing this, the man touched the long scar on his neck, immediately laughed, turned the black iron sword in his hand, changed from the left shoulder to the right shoulder, and said lazily: "Oh, it seems that you are mistaken, first, it is me who uses the sword, I say a sword through the heart, in fact, I mean a sword through your heart, and second, it is you who are bored, not me." In the past few years, we have fought a total of twenty-nine duels, but after each duel, you have only wounded me, and put a long line on me, and refused to kill me, so that it can be confirmed that you do not want me to die, but to torture me on purpose, and you want to wear down my will, watch my will fall, and completely defeat me, both physically and mentally. What's more, I have been walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, in order to defeat you, so I diligently hone my martial arts every day. The stupid bird flies first, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, honed day and day, night and night, martial arts will naturally improve, and you are completely different, you always feel that your martial arts are invincible in the world, so you are addicted to wine every day, drunk and gold-obsessed, the so-called do not advance or retreat, so, sooner or later you will die under my sword. ”

When the man said this, he was serious, not at all like nonsense, and Qiu Wanqian just smiled, when he was farting, and it was a very stinky, very stinky, smelly fart. There may be a little bit of truth in his words, but is it really that easy to defeat his thousands of enemies? He doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe it at all. Therefore, when he heard these words, Qiu Wanqian still had a face full of indifference, and then, then took the wine glass filled by the beautiful maid on the left, drank it all, swept the long hair in front of his shoulder with his hand, and looked at the man and sneered, as if he didn't take him in his eyes at all. From his debut to the present, this person is still the first person who dares to be so arrogant in front of his soul-breaking guns and hatred. However, he must have been the first to die the worst. Qiu Wanqian suddenly felt that this matter was really getting more and more interesting, so interesting that he didn't want to kill him.

Qiu Wanqian looked at him with squinted eyes, smiled, and then raised his glass to him and said lightly: "Oh, then I wish you the hundredth success." ”

At this, he burst out laughing, as if he had never heard anything more ridiculous.

He laughed, and the man laughed too, and when they laughed, they might have a completely different question in mind. Qiu Wanqian must be thinking, this person must be a fool's dream, but that person is thinking, whoever laughs last will laugh the best.

Although both of them had smiles on their faces, the air suddenly became stagnant, as if it had suddenly frozen at the moment when they were laughing. As the air froze, everyone's mood began to tense, and they all held their breath, as if waiting for something to happen. At this moment, the situation is no longer on the side of the enemy, because they seem to have seen that the middle-aged man in front of them is definitely not an ordinary person, and it is difficult to say who will win. So, they are all waiting and waiting for the ending to appear, so, they are eager to see a good duel. Everything was quiet, and even the wind and sand that had been raging began to stop, waiting to watch a good show. At this time, the goshawk that was soaring in the sky, as if it had discovered some prey, suddenly spread its wings, soared into the sky, and burrowed into the clouds. At the same time, the Luotuo man also suddenly made a move, drew his sword out of the sheath, jumped up, and stabbed towards Qiu Wanqian, who was standing on the platform, using the move of the eagle to strike the sky, this move was really better than the last time, and it could even be said that it was a lot better. However, Qiu Wanqian still smiled, drank all the wine in the cup unhurriedly, and then threw it out casually. The wine glass left his hand, just in time to block the man's sharp sword. The black iron sword seemed ordinary, but his sharp stabbing technique was unusual, fast and fierce, and it looked like he had killed Qiu Wanqian's sword under the sword. Although his sword is very fast and his swordsmanship is swift, Qiu Wanqian's body style is faster, and his body style is exquisite. The ordinary wine glass was thrown so casually by him, like a powerful wall, and immediately blocked the man's long sword back. The man's path was blocked, and he immediately turned around and jumped back to the same place, and the wine glass returned to Qiu Wanqian's hand without any damage, both in terms of strength and strength. In just one round, the winner can be seen for the first time. The crowd immediately erupted in a round of applause, and shouts resounded through the sky.

Seeing that this sword was frustrated in the middle of the way, although he was taken aback, he still changed his move as quickly as possible, and danced a sword flower in mid-air to start a new round of attacks. This move is faster, more ruthless, and more spicy, and it has the momentum of a bully lifting a top and splitting Huashan. Qiu Wanqian really deserves to be an experienced old Jianghu, encountering this situation, he seems more and more calm, seeing that the man's long sword is like a poisonous snake out of a hole stabbing towards his chest, still standing motionless, holding his hand behind his back, only using a single palm and a single leg, fighting with it, only to the most rapid time, only to wave the gold folding fan, to fight against it. An ordinary gold-sprinkled folding fan was used by him like a barrier, easily dissolving every powerful sword move that the person stabbed at him. The man's seventy-seven forty-nine sword moves had been exhausted, but he didn't even touch Qiu Wanqian's clothes, and he couldn't help but panic, the footwork under his feet and the hand holding the sword began to slacken, and a layer of fine sweat was slowly pouring out on his forehead. The corners of Qiu Wanqian's mouth immediately showed a sneer, and then, a breeze turned around with Liu Wu, gently landed on the sandalwood chair, shook the folding fan in a dashing manner, put on the most comfortable posture, and picked up the already full wine glass. With such a powerful light skill, a wonderful posture, and such a clean and neat skill, he is simply proud. He craned his neck and just put the glass of wine into his mouth, but the man's sword turned and changed his routine, only the sword was more abrupt, faster, as fast as a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and slashed towards Qiu Wanqian. Qiu Wanqian was taken aback and hurriedly turned sideways. Although he risked dodging this sword, the wine cup in his hand was shattered by the sword style that stabbed at him, and the wine in the cup turned into a white light, in the shape of a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, sprinkled on his body, and also sprinkled the man's face.

The man held the sword in his hand, looked at Qiu Wanqian's panicked appearance, smiled proudly, and then gently licked the few drops of fine wine that fell on his mouth, and shouted: "Good wine, it is really good wine." ”

Qiu Wanqian's face changed, becoming ugly and gloomy, and every time he wanted to kill someone, he would make this expression.

This time, he seemed to be angry, he was really angry, he angrily threw the remains of the wine glass in his hand to the ground, pointed at the man, and said coldly: "Hey, you remember, this time, I will draw a long scar on your forehead, so that you will always remember this thirtieth failure." ”

His words were extremely arrogant, but no one felt that he was bragging, and even the man himself clearly knew that Qiu Wanqian was telling the truth. If Qiu Wanqian said that he wanted to put a line on your forehead, then he would never touch your nose.

However, the man still looked indifferent, shrugged his shoulders, touched his forehead with his hand, laughed as if doubting the veracity of his words, and stretched out his middle finger towards him in a very defiant manner.

Qiu Wanqian was really enraged at this time, he "snorted" fiercely, and then, stretched out his right hand, and said coldly: "Bring my gun." ”

At this time, the beautiful maid who had been standing behind the chair immediately came over, knelt on the ground on one leg, and held a silver spear, the Soul Breaking Spear.

From the tip of the gun to the tail of the gun, this soul-breaking gun is a total of one zhang and two feet and three inches long, weighing forty-six pounds and eight taels, the head of the gun is flat, the whole body is transparent, all made of silver, and the barrel of the gun is woven with extremely flexible dragon vine filament willow. There is also a line of small words engraved on the gun: The enemy's soul-breaking gun, don't want to return to your hometown. Since his debut, Qiu Wanqian has used this gun to pick three mountains and kick Wuyue, I don't know how many heroes and heroes have been buried under this gun. In the rivers and lakes, there is even a legend that says that this gun is too heavy to kill, so there are countless spirits attached to it, and the reason why no one can escape from this gun is because these spirits on the gun need to find a new stand-in in order to be reborn, so there are more and more people who die under the gun. It seems that this time there will be another geist under the gun.

Thinking of this, Qiu Wanqian couldn't help but shake his head, as if he was feeling sorry for the other party, and a cruel and cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The man was laughing too, the kind of faint and calm smile, laughing indifferently, laughing inexplicably.

Qiu Wanqian turned the gun horizontally, pointed at the man, and said coldly: "Remember, this time it's your forehead." ”

After speaking, he jumped forward, and the spear suddenly shot out.

The man greeted him with his sword.

Only at this moment did a real duel begin.

Just now, Qiu Wanqian was completely fighting with the mentality of playing with him, so he didn't do his best. Although that person is a rare master in the rivers and lakes, there is still a distance between him and his hatred, so he only took out seventy percent of his strength to fight him, and regarded him as a trick used for entertainment after dinner, but it made that person have a advantage to take advantage of, and it is really unreasonable to tie with him. Now, he even smashed Qiu Wanqian's beloved wine glass, and even got wine stains all over his body. You say, how can he not be angry with thousands of hatreds. Qiu Wanqian has always been a person with a habit of cleanliness, and he can't tolerate others soiling his clothes, so he is very angry, and the consequences are very serious, so he uses the soul breaking gun to kill him. Now, when Qiu Wanqian devoted himself wholeheartedly to this duel, the man immediately seemed a little powerless, and was forced to retreat again and again by Qiu Wanqian's elusive soul-breaking gun, and if he was not careful, he was hit in the chest by Qiu Wanqian's sudden attack - Qiu Wanqian didn't intend to kill him at all, so it was the gun that hit him in the chest. I heard a "bang", and the man flew out at once, flying backwards a full five or six feet away, and then, with a "bang", fell to the ground, and touched the tables and chairs to the ground. However, before he could calm down, Qiu Wanqian's spear struck rapidly, as fast as the wind, as fast as electricity, and was about to stab his throat, the man immediately put the long sword in his hand horizontally, and set up the spear that stabbed, although Qiu Wanqian's soul-breaking spear was very fast, but this person's sword wanted to be faster, this one actually held the soul-breaking spear, whether he was lucky or did his best, anyway, he finally escaped a catastrophe. However, he was still wrong, because this shot was just a false move, although he held the gun, but he did not guard against the iron palm of the enemy. Before he could understand what was going on, he had already been hit three times in his chest, and then he took five or six steps back, "plopped", fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and fell there, gasping for breath.

The goshawk in the sky has also used its killing at this moment, galloping towards the prey, fast as the wind, fast as electricity, it thought that the victory was in hand, and it would capture the prey in one fell swoop, but unexpectedly, the seemingly thin prey suddenly turned around, bit it back, and bit it just in the neck, and the blood immediately flowed down. The vulture seemed to have been frightened by this sudden turn of events—it really didn't expect this little thing to dare to fight back, so it fluttered its wings in a panic, and then killed, killed, killed, screamed a few times, flew to the side, regrouped, and planned to start anew. The man looked up at the sky, smiled bitterly, and then, wiping the blood oozing from his mouth with his sleeve, coughed painfully a few times. But before he could understand what was going on, Qiu Wanqian's Soul Breaking Spear stabbed again, as fast as a dragon, as fast as lightning, and after a white light, the tip of the spear had already pressed against the man's throat.

Qiu Wanqian held a gun in his hand, looked at the man, sneered, and said, "How is it?

The man struggled to squeeze out a smile and shook his head.

Qiu Wanqiandao: You are really a stone in a pit.

The man: You don't understand the minds of our people.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly used force, took the opportunity to grab the head of the spear that Qiu Wanqian stretched out, and stabbed him hard in the chest.

Qiu Wanqian was stunned, his eyes widened, and he said, "What are you doing here?"

The man did not speak, but Qiu Wanqian shook the sky, and this silence surprised and angered him more than any vicious language in the world.

It seems to be windy again. The wind whistled overhead, whooshing, whoa. The wind and sand were pervasive, and the colorful flags around the platform were whirring. Seeing Qiu Wanqian forcing his opponent under the gun, the crowd of onlookers immediately cheered, shouting Qiu Wanqian's name loudly, Qiu Wanqian, Qiu Wanqian, Qiu Wanqian, cheers resounded in the sky. The big men guarding around the brocade tent seemed to be infected by the atmosphere, and cheered with the crowd, shouting while constantly pounding the ground with the barrels of their guns, hey, hey, hey. But Qiu Wanqian's face did not show the proud look after the victory, and the man did not show the nameless sense of loss after the defeat. Although his injuries were serious, he still kept laughing, laughing indifferently, laughing inexplicably, as if it was not him who was injured, but Qiu Wanqian.

Qiu Wanqian held back his anger and said coldly: "You know that I am reluctant to kill you, why do you want to send you to death?"

The man grabbed the head of the gun with his hand, and stabbed it into the chest again with great force, and said with difficulty: "You don't kill me, you don't want to let me go, you just want to see the painful expression when I was injured, so you don't want me to say a word of gratitude to you, because I still have self-esteem." ”

Qiu Wanqian sneered and said, "Do you want to commit suicide?" It's a pity, even God won't help you, the location where you are injured now is not fatal, at most, it will hurt for a year and a half, and it will never be fatal." ”

Large beads of sweat were already rolling down the man's forehead, into his mouth, into his neck, into his wounds. Although his injury was not light, he still smiled, laughing indifferently, laughing inexplicably, and said lightly: "I know." ”

Qiu Wanqian laughed and said, "Since you know, why do you want to do such a stupid thing?"

The man suddenly changed color and said coldly, "Do you think I'm really as stupid as you think?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his sword, stopped and cut the gun stuck in his chest in two, and then, quickly took the half of the cut gun that was inserted in his chest, and suddenly jumped up. Before Qiu Wanqian could understand what was going on, the spear had already pierced into his chest. The stab is exactly where it is fatal. As he himself boasted, he wanted to have one more geist under the Soul Breaker Gun, but unfortunately, this geist was not someone else's, but his own. He didn't kill the man, but the man killed him. He didn't kill that person because he wanted to see the other party's painful expression and satisfy his perverted heart, and that person killed him because he wanted to maintain his dignity as a human being. Qiu Wanqian glared at the man fiercely, and he didn't believe that he would die under this person's sword until death, he pointed at the man and said: Impossible, can't, absolutely impossible, how could you-

Before he finished speaking, he shook his head on the spot for a few moments, and then fell to the ground, making a final struggle before dying.

The onlookers were in chaos.

Someone shouted: How is this possible?

Nothing is impossible in the world.

The man spat a few mouthfuls of bloody spit, stood up, staggered to Qiu Wanqian, and sneered: "You can also see, I am not as stupid as you imagined. The reason why there is such an ending today is not because my martial arts are higher than yours, but because you are too proud. It was your pride that killed itself. In the previous twenty-nine duels, you have accustomed me to the taste of pain, so I have learned to be patient, to look for opportunities, to give you a fatal blow when you are most proud. Besides, I also said that after being defeated by you, I spent all day honing myself, honing my martial arts, and honing my will, while you indulged in alcohol all day long, because you thought that there was no opponent for you in the whole world, so you didn't take my challenge seriously at all, and tried to insult me and hit my confidence as much as possible after every duel. However, I am not as weak as you think, and I will lose faith because of your blows. After training, although my martial arts have not been refined, my endurance has improved. That's why you will have such an end today, before you die, I will send you four words, and the arrogant soldiers will be defeated. ”

Qiu Wanqian groaned in pain and said, "Don't go, don't go." Today, I am defeated at your hands, and I have nothing to say, but you must make me die and tell me, who are you?"

The man covered his chest with his hands and coughed incessantly, "A nameless man." ”

Qiu Wanqian said: "I have let you go twenty-nine times, why do you still want to kill me?"

"Because I don't want to be a nameless person anymore." ”

As long as he defeats Qiu Wanqian, the world's number one master, then he will become the world's number one master, and of course he will no longer be a nameless person. The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach, which is the law in the rivers and lakes.

Qiu Wanqian said: "It's that simple?"

The man: "Yes." ”

Qiu Wanqian said: "Okay, very good, now that you have got your wish, defeated me, and become a famous person, can you tell me your name? What is your name?"

Although the man had a painful expression on his face, he still laughed, laughing so inexplicably, laughing so lazily, as if he had just woken up, looked at Qiu Wanqian, and said lightly: "Whatever, whatever, it doesn't matter." I use a sword, and I fought you a total of thirty duels to win, and if you really want to know my name, then call me Sword Thirty. Sword thirty, haha. ”

As he spoke, he stuck his sword in the bamboo basket thrown on the ground, lifted the bamboo basket, carried it on his shoulder, laughed and walked out of the Li family's deserted garden, laughing all over the sky.

He still smiled so indifferently, so inexplicably.

The sunset is like blood, and the sunset is like a song. Under the sunset, Qiu Wanqian muttered the name of Sword Thirty, Sword Thirty, Sword Thirty, Sword Thirty, and then closed his eyes quietly.

Jian Thirty staggered, walked slowly away in the direction of the sunset, and then took out the wine jug hanging in the bamboo basket, and sang a long song while drinking: There is wine today and drunk today, and tomorrow is sad and tomorrow is sad.

And behind him, the big banner embroidered with the word "hatred" in the Li family's deserted garden slowly fell, slowly, slowly, slowly......

It seems to be windy again.