Heroes of the Plane Cultivation System

Chapter 97

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"There is no trick to win?"

Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou, who were standing by the side, were also taken aback, their faces filled with interest, ready to hear what Lu Wuchen had to say.

"I'm showing my shame. If there is something wrong, I hope Brother Ximen will forgive me." Smiling, Lu Wuchen said loudly: "I think there is a level of swordsmanship: the first level, there is a sword in the hand, but there is no sword in the heart. Sword infatuation; the second stage, with a sword in your hand, and a sword in your heart, and swordsmanship begins to enter the room; the third stage, without a sword in your hand, the sword is in your heart, and the grass and trees are all sharp blades, this is the time when swordsmanship is successful; the fourth stage, there is no sword in your hand. The sword, there is no sword in the heart, the sword is me, I am the sword, the human and the sword are one, the enemy and the invisible, this is "there is no trick to win", and it is also the time when swordsmanship is perfect."

Hearing this, Ximen Chuixue's cold and arrogant expression that had remained unchanged for thousands of years had slight fluctuations. With a flick of his wrist, he drew out a sword flower and touched the long sword with his index finger as if he felt something.

The paper fan shook slightly, Hua Manlou smiled lightly and said, "Brother Lu, has anyone ever reached this level?"

Nodding his head, Lu Wuchen said affirmatively: "Although there is a person who doesn't use a sword, his skills have definitely reached this level."

Frowning, Lu Xiaofeng asked impatiently: "Who?"

"Romantic Swordsman!"

Hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng was shocked, and lost his voice: "Little Li Fei Dao?!"

Not only did Lu Xiaofeng lose color, Ximen Chuixue and Hua Manlou's faces that had been as calm as water also showed waves.

Romantic Swordsman!

These simple four characters represent a person's name, and also represent a legend passed down from generation to generation. Even though the world has the magic power of aging people, this legend has been handed down forever and has been praised by future generations!

A school of seven Jinshi, father and son three times, hand-picked and refused to be an official, love and friendship go to the end of the world!

In just a few words, the myth of Xiao Li Tanhua Li Xunhuan's life is described to the world.

"Xiao Li's flying sword, there are no false shots", as long as one is a martial artist, who hasn't heard this sentence?Who wouldn't want to see Li Xun Huan's unpredictable flying knife skills?

In the arena, Xiao Li Feidao has become a myth.

"That's right, Xiao Li Fei Dao!" Nodding his head, Lu Wuchen said loudly: "Little Li Fei Dao has never been used in vain. No one knows how Xiao Li Fei Dao was issued, nor how Xiao Li Fei Dao was shot Yes, people in the world only know that Xiao Li Feidao will take away people's lives with a flash of the sword. Xiao Li Feidao has already reached this state of "no trick wins but has a trick", and may even surpass it."

For a while, the backyard was full of silence, and everyone was thinking about each other, without speaking for a long time.

After a long time, Lu Xiaofeng sighed softly, and said with admiration: "Xiao Li Feidao, you are really yearning."

Nodding his head, Hua Manlou smiled and said, "I only regret that I was born a few decades late, and that I can't see Xiao Li Tanhua's former demeanor!"

"If there is no trick to win, there is a trick, Xiao Li Feidao..."

Touching the cold sword with his fingers, Ximen Chuuxue's eyes became brighter, and the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger, as if he vowed to break through the clouds.

"I think we should go too."

Seeing Ximen Chuixue's increasingly stronger sword intent, Lu Xiaofeng smiled helplessly, looked at Lu Wuchen and said.

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The boundless night shrouded the earth, and the sparse stars had just risen, and the crescent-shaped crescent moon was hanging on the treetops in the distance.

Lu Wuchen, Lu Xiaofeng, and Hua Manlou have already come out of Wanmei Villa, and now Lu Xiaofeng has lost two 'eyebrows', and the place where he used to grow a beard is as smooth as a baby.

Although he promised to help out, Ximen Chuuxue did not go with them because Ximen Chuuxue has his own style of doing things.

The night was quiet, with the fragrance of flowers in the wind. The night was mysterious and beautiful. Hua Manlou looked up at the night sky, and suddenly smiled, "The moonlight must be beautiful tonight. Although I can't see it, I can feel it."

Lu Xiaofeng glanced up at the sky, smiled and said: "Yes, tonight is indeed a good night! There is a moon and a sky full of stars. If you can have a glass of wine, it will be even better."

"If we were at old man Huo's place right now, we wouldn't be short of good wine." Lu Wuchen answered.

Hua Manlou laughed and said: "You two drunkards, you always talk about wine."

"Ha ha……"

Looking at each other, Lu Wuchen and Lu Xiaofeng laughed loudly, very happy.

Laughing, and was about to speak, Hua Manlou's expression changed suddenly, his toes touched the ground, his figure floated backwards, and he flew back a few feet.

Lu Wuchen and Lu Xiaofeng also stretched their bodies and flew back like birds, as if they noticed something.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh! ...

At this moment, there was a loud howling sound, and countless hidden weapons attacked the three of them overwhelmingly.

Her ears moved slightly, Hua Manlou turned around, her sleeves rolled up, floating like a fairy, like a green dragon absorbing water, covering the hidden weapons that hit her head.

Huamanlou's martial art of flowing clouds and flying sleeves, when unfolded, it is as virtual as floating clouds, as cottony as flowing water, but as tough as silk, and sticky as sticky glue. There was a tinkling sound, but it was difficult to break the blooming sleeves, which made Lu Wuchen and Lu Xiaofeng applaud in unison.

Suddenly, Hua Manlou flicked his long sleeves lightly, and the hidden weapon pocketed in his sleeves shot towards all directions like a rain of flowers. Suddenly, there was a scream in the dark night, which made people feel chills.

Swish!

Dozens of black shadows appeared strangely from the night, with a clang sound, the sword was unsheathed, and with a flick of the wrist, countless sword lights and sword lights were pulled out, and they came to kill Lu Wuchen and the other three like ghosts.

"Be careful, the martial arts are not low!"

Carefully murmured, Lu Xiaofeng reminded Lu Wuchen and Lu Wuchen, and Lu Wuchen and Hua Manlou also nodded and treated them attentively.

The sharp lights and shadows of swords interweaved and intertwined, the light of the sword was like a dragon, and the shadow of the sword was like a net. When the swords were staggered, a net of sky and earth was woven, covering the three of Lu Xiaofeng and the others overwhelmingly.

Lu Xiaofeng's figure twirled, like a phoenix soaring to the sky, he shot out of the net in a hurry, and then clicked with two fingers, knocking several people away.

Hua Manlou moved her steps lightly, waving her pair of long sleeves continuously, like a fairy flying into the sky. There was an indescribable sense of beauty. When the sleeves were rolled back, the sword covering her whole body was rolled in. Her body was like blue smoke, and her hands were like smoke. He flipped his palm and dodged out from the shadows of swords and swords, and also knocked those black shadows away.

Lu Wuchen's figure moved lightly, as if taking a walk in the garden, like a sword, light and sword shadow as nothing, his hands turned into claws, stretched out again and again, only heard a click, and saw several swords being handed to him by him; , A cold light flashed across the fingertips from time to time, and then a scream resounded in all directions, Lu Wuchen was like picking plums in a garden, gently taking away the lives of those black shadows with a wave of his hand.

Swords and swords flickered from time to time, and screams were heard from time to time. Although the strength of those men in black was impressive, under the joint efforts of three masters, Lu Wuchen, Lu Xiaofeng, and Hua Manlou, these people were all defeated here. .

The night's cool wind blew through, and there was a trace of blood in the air. This piece of heaven and earth seemed to be a Shura field.

"Tsing Yi Building!"

The three of them looked at each other and knew the origin of this group of people.

Bang!
Just as the three of them were silent, a figure fell from the sky and fell to the ground, motionless. Lu Wuchen and Lu Xiaofeng looked intently, and saw that the figure seemed to be rolled out of a pool of blood, dripping all over his body. Blood, even if there are not a hundred wounds on his body, there are at least eighty wounds, eyes, nose, ears, mouth... blood is bleeding everywhere on his body.

This person is actually "Heartbroken Swordsman" Xiao Qiuyu, but at this moment he has already broken his heart, and his soul has returned to the sky!
Hearing that the deceased was actually Xiao Qiuyu, Hua Manlou said calmly: "It seems that Tsing Yi Lou wants to warn us and teach us not to meddle in our own business."

"But they obviously misjudged the person." Lu Xiaofeng pinched five fingers, and a fallen leaf was shattered into pieces, and said with a sneer, "The more you want to scare me, the more I will take care of it!"

(End of this chapter)