The strongest fairy summoning system

Hearing Yang Yu’s shout, everyone looked at him with a puzzled expression, not understanding what he was talking about!

Yang Yu didn’t bother to explain, carefully looked at Yan Thirteen’s information, his gaze fell on Xiu Wei’s item, and he couldn’t help but be overjoyed.

Half Immortal!

This is the highest realm he knows, and it is also the highest combat power under his current hand!

Yan 13 is the only peerless swordsman in “The Sword of the Third Young Master” who can fight the male protagonist Xie Xiaofeng.

The name of Yan XIII is also very interesting, because in the past, there was a person named Yan Qi, and another person called Yan Wu, Yan XIII felt that it was a little stronger than the two of them combined, so it was called Yan XIII.

and Xie Xiaofeng is a peerless swordsman, Yan XIII, but very different from Xie Xiaofeng, dedicated to martial arts, obsessed with the sword, but the two encounters are very different, when the third young master has moved the world, Yan XIII is still just a prodigal son who “got out of the white blade and killed in the red dust”, the living environment of the two and the feeling of the sword are very different.

Yan XIII likes black and worships black.

Black symbolizes sadness, ominousness, and death, and black also symbolizes loneliness, pride, and nobility.

They symbolize the life of a swordsman. Just like most swordsmen.

No matter how different the two of them are, one jianghu can’t accommodate two peerless swordsmen.

They inevitably came together.

If there was a Xie Xiaofeng in this world, and another Yan Thirteen, they would definitely meet sooner or later. And when they meet, someone must die under the other party’s sword!

As a result, their battle became one of the most brilliant battles between swordsmen.

This decisive battle is an extremely gorgeous battle; The spirit of the two has completely transcended the limit and nature, and when Yan XIII finally used the fifteenth form of “death”, which represents the thirteen swords, the rapid turn of the situation was jaw-dropping, and when Xie Xiaofeng stood blankly in front of Yan XIII’s body, his mood was complicated.

The thirteen deadly swords were the sword techniques of Yan Thirteen, and later evolved into the fourteenth sword and the fifteenth sword, which are invincible sword techniques in the world.

This is a decisive battle in which the winner is not the living: Yan XIII died under his own sword in order to kill the poisonous dragon cultivated with his own efforts in the “Fifteen Styles”; He was unwilling to let the demon sword that would only bring death to this move remain in this world.

The moment Yan Thirteen cut his throat with the blade, there was no longer fear in his eyes.

In that instant, his eyes became clear and empty.

After all, he is not a person blinded by fanaticism, he is indeed a swordsman who stands tall.

Yan Thirteen is not as good as Xie Xiaofeng, which definitely does not mean that Xie Xiaofeng was inferior to Xie Xiaofeng before the decisive battle, but in “Full Moon Scimitar”, facing Ding Peng, Xie Xiaofeng who has already understood the true meaning of the sword.

So, no remorse.

In the first battle that year, although Yan XIII died, Xie Xiaofeng lost…

For Yan Thirteen’s approach, Yang Yu did not have a good evaluation, if it was him, he would definitely not collect the sword for others!

At this time, it was already late at night, turning his head, He Xiulin had fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt, just under the carriage, Fu Hongxue and Ling Donglai returned to the carriage at an unknown time, Yu Hui was meticulously in the vigil, and the two brothers of Wang Lin were lucky not far away to recover from their injuries.

Yang Yu did not have a trace of sleep, quietly looking at the sky, now it is winter, the weather is getting colder, and I don’t know when there is an extra touch of white in the sky.

Snow….

Yang Yu was slightly stunned, it will be another year, it has been almost sixteen years since he came to this world, I don’t know if there is anyone in another world who cares about him…

At first, it was snow particles, like someone grabbing snow-white sugar in mid-air and sprinkling it down one by one.

After a while, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and the snow particles turned into snow flakes, like goose feathers, fluttering slowly and slowly, fluttering and sprinkling, like jade leaves and silver flowers sown by the goddess.

So crystalline, so beautiful. The thin and tall trees on the side of the road shook their bodies from time to time, shaking the snow on their bodies to the bottom, but it just shook off some, and immediately fell a lot, and gradually, the snow put on a white and immaculate coat.

The weather plummeted, the cold wind was biting, and He Xiulin, who slept next to the carriage wrapped in a quilt, seemed to tighten the quilt because of this sudden change in weather!

Yu Hui did not disturb Yang Yu, but kept adding firewood to the fire, as if this could drive away the cold.

When he arrived at the Innate Realm, he should have been cold and hot, but even Yang Yu, who was a Grandmaster Realm, felt a trace of coldness, which was derived from the coldness in his heart.

Stretching out his palm, a snowflake fell, looking at the snowflake in his palm, Yang Yu had a rare smile on his face, which was a smile from the heart.

Count nine cold days, frozen for thousands of miles. The whole world became a big refrigerator, the mountains were shivering with cold, the river was frozen stiff, and the air seemed to freeze.

This return to the imperial capital must be a bloody storm, I don’t know how many people will die, maybe there will be a river of blood.

Time does not dilute the pain, but dust the memory.

When the small fragments of the past are accidentally evoked by casual things, the happy or sad, but always feel that the sweet memories always make him have a cone of pain, and tears cannot be suppressed.

Yu Hui, who was adding firewood, rarely saw his master show such a look, and quickly lowered his head.

Thinking about it, Yang Yu unconsciously fell asleep, and snowflakes fell one after another and fell on the snow-white clothes!

……

In the early morning, Yu Hui caught a few hares for barbecue, and Yang Yu ordered Donglai to randomly capture three demon beasts nearby to serve as mounts for He Xiulin’s three.

The strength of the monster beast captured by Donglai this time is just an ordinary monster beast in the Houtian Realm, which made He Xiulin and the three of them a little disappointed, and they still wanted to ride a Innate Realm monster beast.

After eating breakfast, Yang Yu returned to the carriage, and He Xiulin rode the demon beast to follow the carriage, asking Yu Hui who was driving from time to time a few questions, such as how Yang Yu cultivated and so on.

Wang Linchengjian and the two were at the end, and the group left.

The location of the Tianmen Sect was on the way back to the royal capital, so there was no delay, and Yang Yu was not in a hurry.

The group of four disappeared into the woods, and along the way, Yang Yu was wondering when Yan Thirteen would appear.

That’s a half-fairyland powerhouse!

With Yan Thirteen here, the forces under him are even stronger, and it is not impossible to even hang the entire Xuandong Region.

The journey was boring, Yang Yu also began his cultivation, because the sword god smile was Yang Yu’s own comprehension, not obtained through the system, so he also needed his own continuous cultivation to truly master it.

Although there is a fairy summoning system, he understands the importance of his own strength, he not only hopes that his subordinates are invincible, but also hopes that he can have supreme power, and his own strength is the most secure.

Therefore, Yang Yu had time to practice the sword move of Sword God Smile every day, and sometimes even let Ling Donglai go with himself, He Xiulin and the three fought in a direct battle, they were all frightened by Yang Yu’s talent, Yang Yu’s cultivation talent is excellent, and the sword technique changes almost every time, stronger and stronger every time.

Two days passed in a hurry.

The snow at dusk, as if it has a thousand emotions, is as turbulent as the sea, which can drown everything, and the snowflakes are thousands of shapes and crystal clear.

The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and only silver can be seen, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

Now the calm itinerary was broken and the carriage stopped, because a guest was greeted in front.

A man dressed in black!

There are many people who like black clothes, but this person is different.

In the wind and snow, where he stood quietly, it was as if he had dissolved into one with this wind and snow

Because he’s too quiet

Because he’s too cold

A kind of indifference and tiredness that has penetrated into the bone marrow, but with this pressing murderous aura.

Ling Donglai and Fu Hongxue had already come out of the carriage, vigilantly looking at the man in the wind and snow, and Ling Donglai’s face was full of solemnity for the first time.