Song of Adolescence

Beili Xingjian, there are five sword immortals, solitary, Tao, Confucianism, anger, and Xueyue, as well as the five sword sects of Tianshui Sword Sect, Guying Sword Sect, Canglei Sword Xuan, Yunqi Sword Sect, and Tianjian Pavilion. "Fengxuejian" Shen Jingzhou, "Sword Heart with Moon" Li Xinyue, such almost legendary swordsmen have emerged one after another on the rivers and lakes, and each of the ten famous swords on the sword spectrum is peerless.

However, there is a sword that has reached the realm of the great master, but it has no relationship with that sword immortal. Few people mention it in the arena, and that sword cannot be compared with the ten famous swords. This sword swept across the rivers and lakes twelve years ago. The single-handed sword once fought against the right guardian of the demon cult for a day and night without winning or losing.

This sword is named Changhong. The thin sword Changhong, when the sword is sure to kill, the sharp edge is pouring down, as if the rain. In the name of the sword, Su Muyu, the Patriarch of Anhe Su Family.

Lei Wujie, who had been able to shoot his sword thirteen times in a row, was easily stopped back with his sword to the ground, and said: "I remember, Master once said about your sword. You are that dark river that can control eighteen swords at the same time. The killer, the master said, the world of swordsmanship, if you talk about the exquisite skill, you may not be less than the five sword immortals.

"You are wrong." Su Muyu shook his head gently, "I am not holding a sword, but a murder weapon."

"Each sword has its own meaning." Lei Wujie smiled, "Lei Wujie, disciple of Lei Jiabao, Xueyuecheng, and Jianxin Tomb, formally ask his predecessors about the sword."

"This guy, he is not very old, but he worships a large number of schools." Xiao Se snorted coldly.

"Will he be Su Muyu's opponent?" Ye Ruoyi asked.

"Su Muyu was able to make a tie with the Demon Cult's Right Guardian twelve years ago. The realm is at the highest level in the Xiaoyaotian realm. Not to mention Lei Wujie, even his master Lei Hong and Li Hanyi and their opponents are accounted for. It's not cheap." Xiao Se shook his head, "Yilei Wujie's ability to just enter that comfortable place now is tantamount to hitting a rock with a pebble."

"Then what to do?" Ye Ruoyi frowned slightly.

"Not only is Lei Wujie not Su Muyu's opponent, but on the other side, Tang Lian and Qianluo have joined forces, and they are no match for Xie Qidao, who has been famous for decades. How could the three young people be able to beat two masters who can be called great masters? ?" Xiao Se shrugged.

"No." A trace of determination flashed in Ye Ruoyi's eyes, and with a light wave of his hand, he swept a wisp of green leaves in her palm.

"You care about him?" Xiao Se glanced at Ye Ruoyi.

Ye Ruoyi was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I just don't want to die here."

"That kid cares about you very much." Xiao Se turned his head and looked at Jian Qi's resurrection, Lei Wujie in red, flying away, "When he first saw you, his heart was already floating away. That's how young Lang was. Easily moved, and after being moved, they are firm as a rock, so they will have power that others can't imagine."

"I..." Ye Ruoyi shook his head, "A person who will die at any time, dare not ask for it."

"No, you won't die." Xiao Se's eyes were firm, and his hand gently touched the long stick around his waist, "I won't let any of you die."

Ye Ruoyi turned his head and suddenly saw Xiao Se's eyes change.

It was the long-lost, clear, firm, and gaze in the world.

Xiao Se grasped the Promise Stick: "Because I am still a young man."

"I entered the rivers and lakes at the beginning of half a year ago. I was lucky. I have seen killer Yueji's corset sword, Shen Jingzhou's wind snow sword, sister's iron horse ice river, grandfather's Fengya four swords, and your dark river great swords fly into the sky." Lei Wu With a burst of energy, Jie transported the fire-scorching technique to the sky-fire state, and the sword in the center of his hand shook more and more, "I saw this thin sword Changhong again today. It is not a waste of time."

Su Muyu shook his head: "If I had met you more than ten years ago, I might have a chat with you, but it's a pity. Die."

A black dress flashed instantly, and Lei Wujie's red dress also ran forward.

The thin sword Changhong, the famous sword "heart", staggered past.

Su Muyu received the sword, leaving an inch of blood on the slender sword body.

Lei Wujie hit the ground with a sword, wiped the scar on his arm with a smile, and said loudly: "Come again!"

Su Muyu's sword just now was originally a sword that must kill. He expected it to pass through his heart, but it only hurt Lei Wujie's arm. He turned around and nodded in praise: "Okay."

"I'm thinking, what kind of thing can make a person turn into a piece of ice?" Lei Wujie couldn't turn it, his body was steaming hot, "Junior Lei Wujie, ask the second sword again!"

Su Muyu did not speak, holding the sword and leaping forward, swept to Lei Wujie. With a wave of the long sword, Lei Wujie lifted his sword to craze, but was knocked down and flew out by the surge of sword aura. His body was crumbling with heat, and the fire technique was almost destroyed. But he still stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled sadly: "Okay. Junior Lei Wujie, ask the third sword!"

"This is the last sword." Su Muyu said solemnly.

"I'll shoot this sword first!" Lei Wujie jumped up, the sword in the center of his hand smashed down.

Su Muyu leaned back slightly, holding the sword upwards to block, his Changhong sword is not expensive, it was a sword that he wielded when he left the normal school of Dark River when he was young. Many of the assassins in Underwater are like this. When they leave the division, they hit a weapon of their own, and since then they have followed him until they die.

Heart Sword and Changhong collided again, and Su Muyu picked it up slightly and knocked the sword in Lei Wujie's hand into the air.

In an instant, the silhouettes of the two people passed by, and they both looked at each other at that moment. Su Muyu's eyes were still cold and cruel, as if nothing in the world was in his concern. Lei Wujie's eyes were still hot and shining, as if the world was not in his fear.

Lei Wujie suddenly stretched out his hand, and the heart sword flew back.

"Yun Wuxin came out of Xiu, and the bird is tired of flying and knowing it back." Lei Wujie suddenly smiled, "This is one of my sister's water-stopping swordsmanship. The name is tired of flying. Does it sound good?"

Su Muyu turned around abruptly and blocked the thin sword Changhong in front of her chest. The heart sword pierced his sword abruptly, Su Muyu retreated, Lei Wujie grabbed the heart sword one by one, his true energy skyrocketed again, the sword forced Su Muyu back, the Changhong sword Instantly broke every inch.

"This is my third sword." Lei Wujie shouted loudly.

"What is the kid proud of? If it hadn't been for the Leimen Eight Horses to destroy Su Muyu's 18th sword formation just now, I am afraid that he would have been a dead man." Although Xiao Se was mocking his mouth, there was a smile in his eyes. "But just now That sword is the best sword he has ever made."

Su Muyu's expression remained calm. He withdrew slightly and raised his hand slightly. The broken blades were spinning in his hands. With a flick of his fingers, there were more than ten sword fragments rushing towards Lei Wujie. go with.