I'm In Konoha: My Cheat Is Actually Myself

"of course not."

Ximen Chuixue said lightly, the corners of his mouth were almost undetectable with a very shallow arc:

"Although I also want to experience the style of Dugu's Nine Swords! But that person's cultivation is too far from mine, if I really want to fight, I might not even have the chance to use the sword, how can I sharpen the swordsmanship.

"My purpose is to make my sword stronger, not to simply seek abuse, so...now is not the time to challenge that person.

"That's fine, that's fine!"

Hearing this, Lu XiaoFeng let out a long sigh of relief, and smiled and put the wine glass to his lips: "In that case, let's go back to Daming tomorrow, the Sui Kingdom has been very unstable recently, and I don't know when the fight started. .99

Perhaps because of the convergence of the world line, although the Great Sui Dynasty in this world has extended its lifespan by hundreds of years compared to the real history.

However, after the current Sui Emperor Yang Guang...the Sui Emperor Yang known to later generations ascended the throne, this originally prosperous dynasty began to decline at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In addition, for example, Jingling City and other warlord forces that use their own troops have also begun to set off a wave of rebellion, abrupt and powerful, as if there is an invisible big hand moving the direction of destiny, making it return to the original path.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't know this. The main purpose of his visit to the Sui Kingdom this time was to watch Ximen Chuixue, a Tie Hanhan who only knew how to practice swordsmanship, to prevent him from suffering a big loss in this foreign country, and to pull him at a critical moment.

And now, since the other party has figured it out, they naturally have no reason to stay in this land of right and wrong, and they are more comfortable returning to their own territory.

"No, I can't leave yet.

Ximen Chuixue shook his head and said, "Tomorrow morning, I will set off for Jingling."

"puff!"

Lu Xiaofeng took a sip of the wine and spit it out, the wine mixed with saliva, turned into a mist, and shrouded the opposite Ximen Chuixue, but he was blocked by the sword energy released by Xifeng Chuixue less than a foot away from him. Yui Kakuzu was not able to touch it.

"What do you mean?! Did you just amuse me"]?"

Lu XiaoFeng laughed in anger, the famous rhinoceros in Daming Jianghu pointed with trembling fingers at the "Little Sword God" in white clothes like snow on the opposite side, his eyes were full of accusation.

"I'm not as boring as you.

Ximen's expression was still indifferent: "Didn't I just say that the reason why my sword intent has been polished to perfection this time is thanks to the help of a senior, and before I parted with that senior, he told me to Go to meet the descendant of the sword demon for a while.

"Hey—with such a big breath, is this senior also a master on the top list?"

Hearing this, Lu XiaoFeng's four eyebrows twitched in unison, and then taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, he quickly took a few breaths and said, "Speaking of which, you can achieve the perfect sword intent three years earlier. This senior is also a master of kendo... Sword God Li Chungang? Sword Saint Dugu Sword? It can't be that Heavenly Sword."5

"neither……

Speaking of this, Ximen Chuixue's tone paused, as if he had remembered something, and a strange color appeared on the face of the iceberg that was the same as Ten Thousand Years.

"That is a very strange old man. Although he hides it deeply, I still feel that his body contains an extremely large and mixed sword intent, as if... he ate all the sword intent he had seen. It's like in the stomach."

"Eat it...in the stomach?

The black question mark on Lu Xiaofeng's head, she couldn't understand what Ximen Chuixue was saying.

"So, do you know that senior's name?"

"He said his name was Sui Xiegu, and he was a swordsman from the Beili Dynasty."

Saying that, Ximen Chuixue gently groped for the long sword in the black sheath that was placed on the table like a lover.

"I never owe anyone's favor, this is the first time, so I have to pay it back no matter what... Lu Xiaofeng, if you feel that it is dangerous, you can go back to Daming by yourself first, and after ensuring the safety of that senior, I will will follow.

"You can pull it down, I'm afraid that when you see the heart of the hunter, you can't help but move your hand to the blood-handed mantu, what will happen to the senior, but you are left behind in the hidden sword Villa, sweeping the land for a lifetime.35

Lu XiaoFeng rolled his eyes viciously, then immediately picked up the jug and started drinking "ton, ton, ton". After a while, he slammed it on the table.

"Let's go! Isn't it the fourth place in the top ranking list? Who is afraid of who? It's not that I have never seen someone more fierce than this. I really want to make me anxious, I don't know if it is. Who is unlucky!

Jingling City, Tibetan Sword Villa!

The towering pavilions are undulating, like a belt around the mountainside. With the efforts of thousands of people, it is possible to build such a huge palace complex in a few years.

This was originally built by Fang Zetao for his own "Douba Mountain Villa" after he turned against his heart. Unfortunately, he died before it was completely completed. Now everything here is cheaper than Bai Jie, and in just one month During the time, a large number of resources were rapidly mobilized for improvement and processing to make it completely formed.

The buildings are heavy, the houses are gorgeous, and the buildings are painted with red columns. They are extremely luxurious. The melodious sounds of silk and bamboo come from a different courtyard, sometimes mixed with singing and dancing accompaniment.

On weekdays, Bai Jie is active in the garden of the villa, living an extravagant life unimaginable for the rich. Every day, three meals are served with rare delicacies and fine wines. From morning to night, as long as he wants, he can eat You can see countless girls dancing, playing the piano and singing.

And in her spare time, the saintess of Yingui, who ranked second in the rouge list, squeezed her shoulders and beat her back for herself. Anyone in the world who saw this would be envious of her.

Compared with the extravagance and luxury inside the villa (King Qian's), the scene outside the villa is much more solemn.

Looking from a height, the countless pavilions surrounded by Tibetan Sword Villa are lined up, with dark colors, rooted in the rugged rocks, barren and lonely mountains, and even more cold and desolate.

The steep and severe top of the mountain has now been flattened and transformed into a platform of ten feet in size. Facing east, a mountain road several feet wide goes straight down to the foot of the mountain.

The mountain road is paved with bluestone slabs, no more or less, just three hundred and sixty steps, and many weapons are inserted on it, most of which are swords, but they are also various and various, the only thing in common is... ...none of them are intact.

Or broken and tough, or broken the handle, or simply broken into two pieces, alone inserted in the cracks of the rock.

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