On the coast, there is a huge rugged rock, about one meter wide and five meter high.

The huge rock was eroded by the waves day and night, and it looked strange and even more solid. It was cut by a knife and axe, leaving a mark on it.

Today, the huge rock was robbed.

I don’t know who was using it or what weapon it used to actually tie the huge rock up and down.

It seemed like it was cut into tofu, and the entire rock became extremely smooth, like a round mirror.

Above the huge rocks, there are three wooden benches and a wooden table.

Three people were cooking wine here to discuss swordsmanship.

One person has an emperor-like appearance, a tall figure, and is wearing a purple robe.

One person had a firm face, bronze skin, and was wearing a white dress decorated with two plum blossoms.

There was another man with a handsome appearance and a smile on his face.

The man in white said, "The last move is to receive a sword with his body, very good, very good."

He seemed to want to praise Xia Yunmo, but he rarely communicated with others and his vocabulary became poorer.

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "It's just inspired."

The Marquis in Ziyi and the Man in White were both surprised and looked at Xia Yunmo.

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "On the night before, I encountered a group of ghosts and monsters. Although I stabbed one of the people with a sword, the bones of that person actually shifted, and stuck the sword in my hand into the bones, making it impossible for me to take out the sword for a while."

"Later, I killed that man and got a book on how to move bones. This "Bone Transfer Method" is very strange. When I saw it interesting, I recorded the method. I didn't expect it to be used today."

After saying that, Xia Yunmo smiled bitterly again and gently stroked the wound. Although this skill is magical, he uses his body as bait, but the pain is not fake.

Fortunately, his "Bodhidharma internal power" and the yoga technique of Naga Star Dharma King played a role. Now the wound is about to heal. If you wait for another two or three days, you may only have a shallow scar left.

The man in white said again: "Your swordsmanship is very sharp?"

Although his words were not meaningful, Xia Yunmo also understood his words.

The body of the man in white was tempered in nature and countless actual combat. It was like a pair of strong armor, protecting his soft flesh and blood internal organs, but Xia Yunmo's sword easily pierced it, which really surprised him.

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "I have two swords, one sword "piercing the heart" and the other sword "piercing the sword". Piercing the heart to point and break the surface. My internal force has been poured into the tip of the sword, and your defense is to implement the whole body."

"The whole body is a whole. When a little bit broken, the gap will arise. I just need to wave my sword along the gap."

Three days ago, Xia Yunmo was able to use his sword to break the defense of the Star Dharma King, and the same was true for one sword to penetrate the heart.

All the strength in his body was poured into the tip of the sword, and with the speed of lightning, it was really impossible to penetrate.

The white-clothed man looked down at the blood on his chest and murmured: "So that's it, such a fast sword, such a sharp sword."

The man in white suddenly raised his head and said coldly: "Why is your sword no longer deeper or more fierce? I should have died under your sword."

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "If you have to die if you compare the sword, you will have to die, and then there will be many interesting people in this world."

The man in white pursed his lips tightly, and his firm expression was like marble.

Xia Yunmo said again: "The word "Bi Jian" seems a bit cold, and I prefer to replace it with the other four words."

The man in white spoke, "What?"

This time, the Ziyi Hou spoke, "Get friends with swords."

Xia Yunmo Ziyi Hou looked at each other, but there was a smile in his eyes.

The man in white still had cold eyes and his tone was also cold: "I only have swords in my hand and only have swords in my heart. I don't have friends, and I don't care. What I care about is whether there are opponents."

Ziyi Hou smiled and said, "If you want, you will have two more friends now."

Xia Yunmo also smiled and said, "If you want, you still have two good opponents now."

The man in white looked at Xia Yunmo and the Marquis in purple. There was a smile and a warmth in his eyes.

He was still a piece of cold marble, but this piece of marble suddenly became warm under the sunlight.

Unfortunately, after the man in white drank a glass of wine, he became cold again as if he had poured a basin of cold water into a small flame that had just been lit.

The man in white said coldly: "The person who uses the sword is sincere and serves the sword with his body. He has no other use than to abandon the sword. He has not been stained with external objects, and his sword heart is pure."

After saying that, he stood up and left step by step.

He still walked very resolutely, still so calm, every step was one foot or seven inches, as if no matter what happened, there was no way to change it.

His figure is very lonely and lonely.

When Ximen Chuxue's sword technique was perfected, he became a true sword god, and he had no heart and no righteousness, and only had a sword in his heart.

Yan Shisan is also lonely for half a lifetime as the fifteenth sword, with white hair.

Could it be that if you want to practice the supreme sword technique and move forward in a hurry, you can only serve the sword with your body?

Xia Yunmo also took a sip of wine, and suddenly felt stuffy in his chest, wishing he could roar towards the sky.

The Ziyi Hou seemed to see through Xia Yunmo's thoughts and said with a smile: "Everyone has different swords in his hands and uses different sword techniques. Why should he be influenced by others?"

"If the swordsmen in the world are so arrogant and lonely, even if everyone has become masters of swordsmanship, it is difficult for the swordsmanship in the world to make any progress."

The purple-yihou's tone was plain, but when it fell into Xia Yunmo's ears, it was like a huge bell and drum, deafening.

Xia Yunmo showed a clear look and respectfully bowed to the Ziyi Hou.

The Ziyi Hou may be the weakest among the three of them, but he can also see the most thoroughly.

He is a wise man. The passage of time has not only made him stubborn and conservative, but has made him deeper.

Previously, Xia Yunmo wanted to whistle to the sky and felt depressed.

Now, Xia Yunmo was laughing and his heart was full of depression.

After laughing, Xia Yunmo said, "Marty, I'm leaving."

The Marquis of Ziyi said, "Where is the desire?"

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "Jianghu."

He didn't like parting and felt sad, so he jumped and flew up like an immortal.

"Sir, sir, I agreed to take me there."

The little princess not far away was eavesdropping on the conversation between the three of them. Of course, the so-called eavesdropping was clear in their hearts, but they just didn't care.

At this time, she saw Xia Yunmo leaving and shouted in a hurry.

"By the way, there's you girl."

Xia Yunmo's figure flashed and he had already appeared beside the little princess.

"Marty, little princess, go to the rivers and lakes with me, don't worry."
Chapter completed!