The Era of National Martial Arts in the City

Chapter 28 Funeral Snow holds the sword, Ximen blows the snow

“Poof—poof—”

Two loud sword sounds.

Ye Yun and Ximen Chuixue faced each other from a distance, and then held their swords at the same time.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light flashed.

Ruthless, absolute, fast!

This is Ximen Chuixue’s sword technique, no gorgeousness, no brilliance, not even a trace of superfluous movement.

Just like his expression at this time, cold, cold, ice.

This was Xu Xiaoran’s first impression when he saw the other party’s sword technique.

Snow, it’s snow.

This snow does not refer to the beauty of snow, but to the silence of snow!

This is a lonely man and a lonely sword.

Of course, these thoughts only crossed his mind for a short time, and Xu Xiaoran at this time did not have any extra effort to think about them, because the person on the other side was definitely one of the most terrifying swordsmen in the world, and no one could do both in the face of such an opponent.

Ximen Chuixue’s face is not sad, joyless, nor the slightest humility, of course, this kind of thing never appears in his heart, facing the opponent, he has never had one emotion in his heart, that is, to knock down the other party.

The sword was cold, and in just a moment, Ximen Chuixue stabbed out forty-nine swords, each of which was absolutely terrifying.

And Xu Xiaoran also returned the forty-nine swords, and the crisp sound of confrontation continued to sound in the air.

Two peerless swordsmen, just like that, in such a messy, even somewhat dirty alley, engaged in a battle that may be a fight for life and death.

The terrifying sword intent was constantly stirring in the alley.

But what is strange is that except for the two sword lights generated by the two people drawing their swords at the beginning, there is no trace of excess breath exposed, and even some debris around the two has not been affected in the slightest.

If anyone sees it, they will definitely be shocked, not only the terrifying battle between the two, but also the terrifying control of each other’s sword technique, such a fierce battle, can ensure that the sword qi does not leak out at all.

Of course, if you think that the destructive power of the two sword techniques is not strong, it is a big mistake.

Although it seemed that some of the debris in the alley had not been affected in the slightest, if a person dared to enter the alley at this time, he would definitely be torn to pieces by the sword qi.

Because at this moment, the entire deep long alley has become a sword domain full of sword qi, but the control power of the two is amazing, so it is not exposed at all.

The constantly flickering blinding white light, accompanied by the crisp and loud sound of the long sword clashing.

Xu Xiaoran’s face was indifferent, and Ximen Chuixue was also cold and abnormal.

But unlike the coldness on their faces, the eyes of the two were extremely hot, as if there were flames burning in them.

Xu Xiaoran felt that he was very excited, not only physically, but from the bottom of his heart.

Since coming to this world, although he was unable to make a move for a long time because of his meridians, Xu Xiaoran had never slackened for a moment in the cultivation of swordsmanship.

And because of the sword tomb in his body, he is also destined to form an indissoluble bond with the sword.

Just like Lu Xiaofeng thought, although he Xu Xiaoran was dashing and wanton on the surface, in the deepest part of his heart, he was still a swordsman in his bones.

And as a swordsman, being able to meet such an opponent as Ximen Chuixue is definitely a dream.

And on the other side of him, the same mood as Xu Xiaoran, Ximen Chuixue’s heart is also very excited, he learned the sword at the age of seven, and in this life he has already decided to live for the sword and die for the sword, and for opponents like Xu Xiaoran, he has been longing for many years.

Xu Xiaoran’s sword light turned, and a long roar came out of his mouth.

“Hum-” The matchless sword in his hand also seemed to feel the mood of the master, and emitted a loud sword sound.

“Sword Eight”

Xu Xiaoran shouted loudly, and the lonely and peerless Holy Spirit Sword Art floated out.

Brilliant sword light rose in the alley.

The moment the sword light rose, Ximen Chuixue suddenly retreated eight steps, but did not stop at all, and quickly withdrew up, the ancient sword in his hand moved, and the sword technique became more cold and decisive.

At the same time that Ximen blew snow and drew his sword, in the quiet alley, there were pieces of flying snow.

The sun is shining outside the alley, but inside this alley is full of snow, and the two places are closely connected, but like two worlds.

Snowflakes, see also snowflakes.

In a short period of time, Xu Xiaoran had already seen the appearance of snowflakes twice, but compared to the Ximen blowing snow in front of him, the Liu Sheng fluttering that day was much worse.

Moreover, Liu Sheng’s fluttering snow is hiding a knife in the snow, which is simply the difference between heaven and earth compared to the sword momentum of Ximen Blowing Snow in front of him.

Snowflakes flew in the alleys, but they did not give people the slightest sense of beauty, on the contrary, there was a strong sense of loneliness and sadness.

Because, this is the sword of burial snow.

This is the drift of snowflakes, it is burial, it is snow that is buried, it is the sword, and it is the opponent.

Terrifying, the opponent’s sword technique can only be described as terrible.

But Xu Xiaoran was not surprised at all, and it had nothing to do with anything else, just because this was Ximen Blowing Snow.

“Sword Twelve!”

Without the slightest retreat, Xu Xiaoran advanced with his sword in hand and struck fiercely.

In the flying snow, the sword light protruded, like an immortal saint linfan, holding the sword.

Holy Spirit Sword VS Funeral Snow Sword

A deep alley, two peerless people, two dusty swords, is also a shocking battle.