Song of Adolescence

After Song Yan relinquished his position as the city lord, he went to the sword house of Wushuang City to practice hard, trying to enter the realm of sword immortal, and compete with peerless swordsmen like Luo Qingyang and Xie Xuan. At the beginning, after putting down the position of the city lord, he advanced quickly, but still felt that it was still a bit short.

Lu Yudi didn't know this. He saw Song Yan coming back holding the sword, with a strong sword spirit, thinking that the master had really entered the realm of sword fairy smoothly.

But Lei Wujie is different. Lei Wujie practices Jianxin Jue, and he knows the sword energy of a person best. At this moment, Song Yanhui, although very strong, was far away from the sword immortals he had seen.

"There is kendo in the Jianlu, but life and death can only happen outside the Jianlu. I can't leave the room, but I don't have the slightest effort. So I came out of the city and paved my way with your blood." Song Yan replied with a deep voice. Tao.

Lei Wujie thought for a while, and said helplessly, "Are you not ashamed?"

Lu Yudi cursed: "What are you talking about?"

"What kind of Wushuang city is this, you might as well change its name to Shameless City." Lei Wujie curled his lips. "First, a dozen beat me, and it doesn't matter if you beat me with more. Now there is another old city lord, with big bullying. Don’t you want to be small? Senior Song, how old are you than my master, are you going to draw your sword at me?"

"After stopping you, I will naturally look for your master again." Song Yanhui turned a blind eye to Lei Wujie's provocation and said calmly, "I will not kill you. But you may never have the opportunity to use the sword in this life. "

"Frighten me?" Lei Wujie stretched out, "My surname is Lei, Lei Jiabao's Lei. You know that our surname Lei has always been strong and we are not afraid of being scared!"

Lei Wujie suddenly took out his sword, as fast as thunder!

At that time, under the Cangshan Mountain, Lei Wujie fainted after taking Song Yan back a sword. But now things have changed. Lei Wujie is not the ignorant boy who was excited when he saw Minghou as a famous assassin. He has now forcibly entered the Xiaoyaotian realm and confronted Mo Yi, who is the best on the list. People.

What is your Song Yanhui?

Song Yan returned with a sword. His sword was different from that of many swordsmen. His sword was very slow. Since he was a child, he has liked to practice swords by the river in Wushuang City. The river flows so slowly, but it never stops.

With a sword coming out, the sword aura surged in waves, layer upon layer. If, thousands of waters and mountains!

"Good sword." Although Lei Wujie's sword was fast, it was dwarfed by such inexhaustible sword energy, and he was hit back and forth again and again.

Lu Yudi picked up the spear, "My master's sword is naturally a good sword."

"No, I mean it's so cheap." Lei Wujie jumped up, his sword pointed at the sky, "Bitch's cheap."

"You want to irritate me." Song Yan sneered back.

"No, I'm just a little sad." In the words, the two confronted another sword, and Lei Wujie hung another color on his body, but he didn't stop. "It is said that Senior Song had cut the sky when he was young. The sword, the beauty of that sword made all the migrating swallows turn their heads and fly back, circling around the remaining sword energy in the air. So it was called Song Yanhui, but what I saw today was extremely disappointing."

"Extremely disappointed!" Lei Wujie sighed, and the sword danced wildly in the center of his hand. "When a swordsman forgets the meaning of his sword, he loses the sword heart. How can a person who loses the sword heart become a sword fairy? ?"

"Senior Song, do you still remember the purpose of your sword?"

"I drew my sword to protect and protect the people I cherish in my heart."

"I have entered the Xiaoyao Heavenly Realm." The sword in Lei Wujie's hand hangs gently, his red dress flying, the light in his eyes is as bright as Beichen.

"Xiaoyao Tianjie!" Lu Yudi said in surprise. The boy in red in front of him is only eighteen years old, and he can reach a height that most Jianghu people can't reach in a lifetime. This person may really become Wushuang in the future. On the opponent.

"Senior Song, you gave me a sword back then, let me understand the meaning of drawing a sword. Today I also give you a sword. If you want to be a sword fairy, you have to learn from drawing a sword again." Lei Wujie The sword stood in front of him, "There is only one sword, and the winner is determined."

Song Yan turned back and looked increasingly cold: "You are too arrogant."

"I'm still young and can be arrogant." Lei Wujie's figure moved, and the sword was out.

Song Yanhui closed her eyes suddenly and greeted her with a sword.

The two passed by.

Lei Wujie knelt down on the ground, his red shirt was stained with blood even more brilliant red. He hit the ground with a sword and spit out a mouthful of blood. He closed his eyes slightly and opened it hard, almost Fainted. But he smiled, and after a soft smile, he wiped the blood from his mouth.

Song Yanhui still stood there.

He recalled that when he was out of the city for the first time that year, the master asked him why he was out of the city. He replied that he was going to practice sword. The master asked him again why he went to practice swords outside the city. He replied that there was injustice outside the city, and he would draw his sword for the injustice, for the people of the world, and for all the suffering people. The master nodded with satisfaction at that time: Okay, it's a good sword. Later, when he passed by a village, the **** was broken by a flood. He swung his sword and blocked the river. Together with the fairy Luoxia who was all over the world, he blocked the river for half an hour and saved the names of thousands of victims. It is a legend.

He still remembers the sword of that day, it was the pinnacle of his life. He never wielded such a peerless sword again.

He met Li Hanyi holding an iron horse and Binghe, and the other side broke his sword head mercilessly. Later, he returned to Wushuang City, inherited the position of the city lord, and spared no effort to retain the shaky position of Wushuang City. He was still practicing swords, and thinking about the reasons for his defeat that day, practicing swords night after night.

He forgot what he said to draw the sword for injustice.

I also forgot to draw the sword for the world.

He only thought that Wushuang City needs to beat Xueyue City, and his sword must beat Iron Horse Binghe.

"When you practice the sword only for the sake of practicing the sword, you lose the soul of the sword." Lei Wujie exhausted his last strength and said a word.

Song Yan slowly put the sword back into the sheath.

"Master!" Lu Yudi hurriedly greeted him, because he saw a drop of blood flow out of Song Yanhui's sleeve.

Song Yanhui waved her hand, with a little toe, and swept away, leaving only a group of Wushuangcheng disciples in place. Lu Yudi turned his head and looked at Lei Wujie, who was leaning on his sword on the ground without collapsing on the ground, his eyes showed a bit of killing intent.

Lei Wujie watched Lu Yuzhai walk towards him step by step with a spear in his hand, and sighed: "Unexpectedly, for the first time in my life, I truly entered the Xiaoyao Realm, and for the first time I drew a tie with a peerless master. I'm going to die here."