The Last Sword God of Longing for Life

A young man in a long robe and white sat at a stone table.

The face is like white jade, the eyes are better than the starlight, sitting on the stone chair, the body is straight, like a sharp sword, very overbearing.

He is Li Dongxuan.

Two years ago, he traveled all over the world with a wooden sword on his back, but he did not meet an opponent.

A year ago, he searched for an invincible hand, folded his own wooden sword, and never used a sword again.

Li Dongxuan is like Haoyue.

The stars can’t compete with it.

How many self-proclaimed demons, Li Dongxuan was defeated with a sword.

In a flash, it broke the confidence of countless people.

Just when everyone was looking for traces, Li Dongxuan disappeared inexplicably, which became a regret in the hearts of many people.

But he didn’t know that Li Dongxuan was hiding here.

Xiangxi, Wengcao Village.

“Where the peach blossom falls, it can be a sword.”

It was another person’s voice that spoke.

The voice is delicate and soft, but it is very long and beautiful.

Look closely, under the peach blossom tree, there is not only Li Dongxuan.

Opposite Li Dongxuan, there is a woman in blue clothes with tied hair, cinnabar dotted lips, bright eyes and teeth, not only beautiful, even the temperament is also amazing.

Two peach blossoms flew out the door.

She saw it.

Staining flowers for swords is even more amazing than picking leaves for swords.

The leaves are at least tough on the edges, but the flowers are not.

It wasn’t that what touched her.

It’s that Li Dongxuan is very good, otherwise, the two people outside the door just now are corpses.

“Do you still want to play this chess?”

Li Dongxuan was unimpressed, and only asked the Qingyi woman in front of him.

The woman looked at the black and white of the chessboard.

She, with complicated eyes.

One hundred and eight black and white chess pieces.

However, she went down for three days and three nights, and so far she has not fallen one day and one night.

She only wanted to win over Li Dongxuan’s son, but the wisps were broken.

Nowadays, it is already difficult to move.

“I lost…”

Sikong sighed.

She and Li Dongxuan are the two great demons.

At the age of six, he held a sword and was regarded as a rare genius in a hundred years at the age of nine, but at the age of ten, Li Dongxuan gave up the sword art he had learned before and created his own kendo.

At the age of sixteen, he split the peach tree in front of the door and made his own wooden sword, and since then he has been carrying a wooden sword.

Although Sikong Yanran is still known as a genius, Li Dongxuan is far from being comparable to her.

At the age of twenty-two, Li Dongxuan had no one to feed the sword, and he folded his wooden sword in the world to find an invincible hand.

Although Sikong Yanran called the first, he only recognized the second.

Because there will be a second Sikong Yanran in the world, but there will be no second Li Dongxuan.

She and Li Dongxuan agreed that as long as she could defeat Li Dongxuan’s son, Li Dongxuan would draw his sword.

However, after three days and three nights, she had no chance of winning a son.

Li Dongxuan used chess like a sword, and he lost all in one move.

Sikong Yanran understood that Li Dongxuan cultivated a kind of sword path that no one could match.

She put down her chess pieces and sighed, “Are you really no longer drawing your sword?” “It’s like, I’m sorry for something.

Li Dongxuan said with a smile, “I hope there will be that day.” ”

Sikong Yanran shook his head, who knows what realm Li Dongxuan is now? Because there are no people who can try it out yet.

She looked at Li Dongxuan and said, “There is no you Li Dongxuan in the world, it is really boring.” ”

Sikong Yan said a kind of loneliness, but also this world, the loneliness of everyone.

Now Li Dongxuan has become an obsession in everyone’s hearts, and they all want Li Dongxuan to take out the sword, but Li Dongxuan has abandoned the sword, I have to say that this is an indescribable regret.

Three days and three nights, three hundred and sixty-one pieces on the chessboard.

Sikong Yan went down to one hundred and eight sons, and there was no way to get down, and he was defeated.

She brushed the blue silk on her forehead and said decisively to Li Dongxuan, “I will come to you again in a month, and then I will defeat you and let you hold the sword.” ”

This sentence is like making a vow.

Li Dongxuan smiled and said, “Does it make sense?” You are already number one. ”

Sikong Yanran said, “Yes, there is the number one Sikong Yanran in the world, but there is no more you Li Dongxuan, ask for the sword and ask for the heart.” ”

She wanted to know what realm Li Dongxuan had reached.

This has become an obsession.

She and Li Dongxuan gave birth to one hundred and eight sons, and the defeat of the son strengthened her determination.

There is no more Li Dongxuan in the world, so Sikong Yan has become the first, and this kind of giving the first has no meaning to her.

She just wanted to ask for the sword and ask for her heart.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to refine the sword art further.

And she didn’t want Li Dongxuan to give alms and take out the sword, even if she asked for the sword, she had to be recognized first.

She can’t defeat Li Dongxuan’s son, proving that she is not qualified to fight.

She has regarded Li Dongxuan as her only opponent.

Or, I want another opponent in the world who makes Li Dongxuan take out the sword, and then show the style of kendo.

It is not only a vow of Sikong Yanran, but also a vow of countless people.

Li Dongxuan’s invincible sealing sword is a myth that everyone wants to surpass.

The chessboard is still lined with one hundred and eight pieces.

Sikong Yanran lost on the chessboard.

Li Dongxuan smiled slightly.

Sikong Yanran and he have known each other since childhood, and they are confidants and opponents.

Rivals when young.

Even now, Sikong Yanran hopes it is.

Sikong Yanran has already left, Li Dongxuan looked at the chessboard, shook his head gently, Sikong Yanran’s persistence, not one or two sentences can be counted.

He sunspot.

Sikong Yan is white.

Although she went first, she could not win a son.

It is already the elephant of the ring being trapped.

At this time, Li Dongxuan abandoned the black son and took the white son and put it on the chessboard.

Snap!

Instantly come to life!

The siege immediately collapsed!

Is this victorious more than a son?