The dusk is vast and the world is in full swing.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the crows are frightened.

The fog gradually rose, and a figure had already walked out of the fog. His figure was thin, but his back was quite straight.

He raised his head and looked arrogant and noble.

There was also a sword energy on his body, and a faint sword energy, which was also this sword energy that forced the fog to open.

Then, he saw a pale figure and Xia Yunmo.

Xia Yunmo originally closed his eyes, but suddenly opened it, with a captivating light in his eyes. He was looking at Xie Xiaofeng, and Xie Xiaofeng was also looking at him.

Xie Xiaofeng!

Xia Yunmo!

As we looked at each other, the dim world suddenly became solemn and murderous.

Xia Yunmo said lightly: "You are indeed here."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "How could I not come?"

Xia Yunmo said: "You are Xie Xiaofeng, you are the third young master of Divine Sword Villa, so you must come."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Yes."

After the two of them finished speaking a few words, they stopped talking.

The world became quiet again, with only the howling sound of the cold wind.

Xia Yunmo has been in this world for a while, and he has only two opponents, Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan.

When Yan Shisan learned that Xie Xiaofeng had passed away, he felt that no one in the world could draw his sword and there was no opponent in the world, so he sank the sword and the lake, and he disappeared.

However, Xia Yunmo found out about Xie Xiaofeng's whereabouts.

So he wrote a letter to Xie Xiaofeng, asking Xie Xiaofeng to talk about it here.

The letters are powered through the back of the paper, which contains Xia Yunmo's sword intent, and clearly points out Xie Xiaofeng's identity.

Xie Xiaofeng carries the honor of Divine Sword Villa, and he cannot escape.

He is an invincible swordsman in the world. When he sees such a sword intent, how can he not itch? How can he not be moved?

Maybe others can not come.

But he must come.

So, he came.

Xia Yunmo looked at Xie Xiaofeng and suddenly said, "You are still a little short of it."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "What's the difference?"

Xia Yunmo said: "I'll miss a sword, and this sword must not be careless."

Xie Xiaofeng understood this truth. Although he had a sword in his heart and his sword skills were also superb. A dead branch could exert the power of a magic weapon in his hands, but he did need a sword.

When masters fight, any mistake may become a factor in the outcome. The weapons in your hands are even more critical.

There are many types of swords, and the form, weight, length, width and narrowness of each sword are absolutely different.

Every swordsman needs to take time to adapt to the sword so that he can exert the strongest power of the sword.

If there is no handy weapon, Xie Xiaofeng will have failed before the battle has begun.

Fortunately, Xia Yunmo is a very magical person.

He clapped his hands, and suddenly someone brought hot wine and food from the woods, and a shelf with two swords on it.

Xie Xiaofeng has been making a living in the brothel. After working for a day, his stomach will naturally become empty.

If your stomach is empty, then your whole person will be empty too.

This kind of emptyness can only be filled with food.

Xie Xiaofeng's stomach was yelling, he was already hungry.

But his eyes did not focus on the hot and fragrant meals, but on the two swords on the shelf.

One of the swords, the scabbard is black, and although it is old, it remains intact.

The apricot yellow sword spikes have faded, and the ancient sword thighs are still shining.

This is not a powerful weapon made by famous teachers, but all the people who learn swords in the world regard this sword as a god.

Because this is the sword left by Xie Tian, ​​the first director of the Divine Sword Villa, later, this sword shone brightly in Xie Xiaofeng's hands.

Then, he saw another sword.

The black fish skin sheath, the golden swallow, and the long swords of thirteen bean pearls are adorned.

Many people in the world recognize this sword, and Xie Xiaofeng also recognizes it because the owner of this sword is like him, a famous swordsman all over the world.

The owner of this sword is Yan Shisan.

Originally, Xie Xiaofeng thought that only Yan Shisan would be his opponent, but when he saw the letter Xia Yunmo gave him, he knew that there were many masters in the world.

Xia Yunmo pointed to the hot wine and dishes and said, "Please use it."

Xie Xiaofeng sat down, and started eating food without any politeness.

He knew that Xia Yunmo would never poison, because someone with such sword intent would never use such despicable means.

Xie Xiaofeng ate very slowly, chewed every grain of rice, and then slowly swallowed it into his throat.

He did not touch the wine because it would affect his speed of sword drawing.

I don’t know how long it took, but it was completely dark everywhere, the sky was low and dark clouds were covered with dark clouds.

Judging from this situation, it seems that a heavy rain is about to pour down.

Xie Xiaofeng put down his chopsticks, rested for a while, and stood up.

And the Xie family's sword has been presented to him.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at the sword and finally couldn't help but stretch out his hand and touched the scabbard.

When he saw the sword, his hands were shaking, and when he held the sword, he immediately became stable.

He held the sword tightly, like a passionate boy hugging his first love lover.

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "I took this sword from the Xie family, and the old owner agreed."

Xie Wangsun, the owner of Divine Sword Villa, is Xie Xiaofeng's father.

Speaking of this, Xia Yunmo seemed to see a middle-aged man wearing a blue shirt, white shoes and white socks in his eyes.

As the father of the third young master of the world's Divine Sword, Xie Wangsun does not seem to attract attention, but he is one of the best masters in the world.

If it is purely about the sword realm, it is the Third Young Master, and Yan Shisan or Xia Yunmo are not opponents of Xie Wangsun.

It's a pity that he's too old.

This is not because he is too old, but because his heart is too old and he has no longer the sharpness that a swordsman should have.

He experienced too many things about white-haired people sending black-haired people, and Xie Xiaofeng left home, which made the swordsman older.

The sword heart is over, how can the sword edge be sharp?

Xia Yunmo pointed to another sword on the shelf and said, "This is Yan Shisan's sword. After you pretended to die, he came to you. When he learned about your death, he sank the sword invisible name and disappeared."

"If I can defeat the Third Young Master, I will go find Yan Shisan and see his Deadly Thirteen Swords."

"If I accidentally die at the hands of the Third Young Master, please send this sword to Yan Shisan for me."

Xie Xiaofeng was silent, then nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you."

Xia Yunmo held the golden swallowing sword in one hand and threw it gently, and the sword turned into a stream of light and inserted it on a big tree in the distance.

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Where is your sword?"

Xia Yunmo said: "It's here."

Suddenly, a white jade-like flute had already slid out of Xia Yunmo's cuffs, and a cold light popped out of the flute, two feet and three inches of cold light.

Xie Xiaofeng said again: "I haven't asked for the name of the surname Zun."

Xia Yunmo said: "Xia Yunmo, dark clouds splash ink."

In the sky, dark clouds were already splashing ink, and dull rumbling sounds kept coming from the sky.
Chapter completed!