Song of Adolescence

Above Cangshan, there is only one person at the moment.

Xueyue Sword Fairy-Li Hanyi.

Lei Wujie was shocked, suddenly raised his true energy and accelerated his pace.

In the dark night, the black-scarf-masked man stopped, and a dark red spider was tattooed on his chest, proving his identity-Xueyue City Spider Web.

Another man in the same costume rushed to him and said softly: "Do you need to report to the three city lord?"

The man shook his head: "No, he went to Cangshan Mountain. There is the Second City Lord there."

"However, Lei Wujie has followed him now, is there any danger?" another person asked.

The man frowned slightly: "No. This person came only for the Second City Lord, and there will be no trouble. He will not kill Lei Wujie."

"Sure enough, who came?" The other person was surprised.

The man nodded: "Yes. This person has visited for the fourth time."

Lei Wujie was already sweating profusely after chasing, and several times when he thought he would be able to catch up, the man also speeded up and kept a certain distance from him. The man finally stopped when he reached the foot of Cangshan Mountain, and looked back at Lei Wujie, his voice was majestic and heavy: "Who are you?"

Lei Wujie was taken aback for a while, probably because he didn't expect this uninvited guest to ask the question first, and couldn't help but feel funny: "I haven't asked who you are?"

"I can say my name, but do you dare to ask?" In the dark night, the pupil of the man suddenly lit up for a moment. Lei Wujie felt a sting in his shoulder and suddenly lowered his head, only to find that a piece of blood had been stained there. Open.

"Is this? Xiaotong sword?" Lei Wujie was shocked, thinking of this legendary peculiar swordsmanship. There are not many people who know this kind of swordsmanship, but each one is famous.

"Get out of the way," the man said in a deep voice, full of majesty.

Lei Wujie shook his head, "Master is in retreat. He doesn't want to be disturbed by others these days. If you really want to visit, wait two more days. Two days later, when you come up the mountain, I won't stop you."

"Oh?" The man smiled and his pupils lit up again, but this time Lei Wujie learned to behave, and one side avoided, the man was not angry, just said, "Are you Li Hanyi's disciple? Li Hanyi Accepted a disciple? What is your name?"

"Lei Wujie." Lei Wujie replied loudly.

"Lei Wujie." The man thought for a moment and said, "I've heard your name."

Lei Wujie was overjoyed. He didn't expect that he was not only famous in Xueyue City, but also already famous outside.

"I also have an apprentice. He has a bad memory, but he remembers your name." The man took a step forward. "But I am anxious to see Li Hanyi now, and I don't have time to entangle with you. Give my way. Open, I won't hurt you."

Lei Wujie still stubbornly shook his head: "Master said that I will not let others disturb him for these three days. Although I am useless, I won't let you pass by."

"Absurd." The man sneered, his figure flashed, and he had slipped behind Lei Wujie, "Can you stop me?"

Lei Wujie hurriedly turned around, carried out the fire technique, and punched out.

"Rainmen fire burning technique, Wukong Wushuang fist. It came well." The man flicked his sleeve lightly and sucked the fist force completely, "Is there anything more powerful?"

Lei Wujie understood that the martial arts of the man in front of him was immeasurable, and he dared not hide himself, so he used all his kung fu almost instantly. In the past few days, in addition to practicing sword drawing skills every day, he would also beat that Arhat Fumo boxing over and over again. It was already very effective, because he found that when he closed his eyes and meditated, he could slowly see in his heart. The truth of Arhat. Sometimes you don't need to think about throwing a fist, just follow the truth in your heart, and you can hit like clouds and flowing water.

"Arhat fist?" The man frowned slightly.

"It's the supernatural power of Luohan Fumo!" Lei Wujie roared and threw a fist, stirring up a gust of wind.

The man withdrew a step, jumped to the top of a tree beside him, bowed his head and looked at Lei Wujie: "Okay, worthy of the word supernatural power."

Lei Wujie lifted his qi to his fists and danced wildly in red.

"I will draw a sword for you." The man slowly drew out the sword in his hand, and the head of the sword was broken.

"Your master interrupted my sword head." The man said slowly.

"It's called Duoshui, but not because it is a broken sword, but because of eight characters." The man gently stroked the sword.

"One sword cuts off the water, and the thousand rivers flow absolutely." The man suddenly lowered his head, his tone still majestic.

"You just asked my name, now you should know my name."

Lei Wujie didn't speak, but his body trembled slightly. "One sword cuts the water, thousands of rivers flow absolutely", anyone on the rivers and lakes of these eight words has heard of it. The person behind these eight characters, although not among the five sword immortals, is still the lord of one of the four cities in the world.

There is no twin city in the world, the lord Song Yan returned.

There are many legends about Song Yanhui. It is said that the origin of his name was that he had cut a sword into the sky when he was young. The beauty of that sword made all the migrating swallows turn their heads and fly back, surrounding them in the air. The sword energy hovered endlessly. It is a pity that when he was born, Wushuang City no longer had the prestige it once had. Even with his hard work, Wushuang City is still one of the four cities in the world, but compared to Xueyue City, which is a city with three masters, It's still a bit short. Later, the three sword trials with Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi also ended in failure, so they were not included in the list of sword immortals. But when the Canglan River broke out and the embankment burst, it is said that Song Yan returned with a sword, and forcibly stopped the flood for half an hour, and saved thousands of victims. "No flow".

It is said that Song Yanhui likes to practice swords by the river, and all swordsmanship is named "water".

"This sword is called Wanshui Qianshan." Song Yan lifted the sword high, and suddenly struck it down.

Lei Wujie only felt the surging sword aura like a surge, layer by layer, rolling towards him, lifting his body's true energy and slamming that punch.

In an instant, the two interlaced.

Lei Wujie knelt to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Song Yanhui was still standing there, the body of the sword still in its sheath, and he sighed: "I was wrong. You are not worthy of this sword." He turned around and walked slowly forward. , As he walked by Lei Wujie's side, a sword suddenly stopped in front of him.

"Listen to the rain?" Song Yan whispered back.

"I said, Master ordered me not to disturb him. I'm not dead, you can't go there." Lei Wujie stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

At the hilt of the sword, the dark thunder was alarmed.

Lei Wujie slowly pulled out the sword, and in an instant, the mountain breeze roared and the flowers and leaves danced wildly.

"I also have a sword, the sword is named Yue Xi Huachen."

"From the sword fairy Li Hanyi!"