September 14th, night.

Tian Silkworm Altar.

Su Weiyun left Baiyun Temple alone, but came to Tiancan Temple.

According to Yin Xian, whether it is the legendary swordsman on the "Holy Mother's Water Peak" or the great lama from the Western Regions Tantra, they are here tonight.

They want to be free for one person, who is Zhang Yingfeng of the Emei Sect.

Zhang Yingfeng is one of the "Three Heroes and Four Shows" in the Emei Sect. He came to the capital to avenge his master - his master, Dugu Yihe, the head of the Emei Sect, died under the sword of Ximen Chuxue.

But not long after he arrived in the capital, he turned into a corpse.

Then his fellow disciple Yan Renying joined forces with the swordsman on the Water Peak of the Holy Mother, the Tantric Lama from the Western Regions, and planned to take Ximen Chuxue's life.

So of course Ximen Chuxue will come here tonight.

Not only Ximen Chuxue, but also Lu Xiaofeng.

Su Weiyun has a good time to choose. When he came, Ximen Chuxue and Lu Xiaofeng had just finished killing people.

Blood fell down Ximen Chuxue's sword body drop by drop.

He is blowing it down slowly.

Ximen Chuxue's face is never not handsome, but it is different from the handsomeness of other handsome men. His handsomeness has a kind of indifference and invisible indifference.

This indifference often represents death!

The night was very heavy, the hall was dark, and the ground was full of corpses, including the corpses of swordsmen in black, and the corpses of Tantric lamas. The broken swords and golden rings were swayed on one side, which seemed to indicate that this place had just experienced a great battle.

The entire hall was filled with an indescribable stench, so Ximen Chuxue and Lu Xiaofeng were about to go out quickly.

Su Weiyun ran into Ximen Chuxue, who was like a sword-like eyes of Ximen Chuxue.

His eyes seemed to be an aurora that shot out from the distant Arctic, elusive, uncontrollable, mysterious, cold, and dazzling.

Su Weiyun saw that it was him at a glance and asked, "You are Ximen Chuxue?"

This was the first time he had seen Ximen Chuxue.

Ximen Chuxue actually recognized him, and her face that had not changed for thousands of years suddenly moved and asked, "Are you Su Weiyun?"

Su Weiyun said: "I am."

Ximen Chuxue said something rare: "Hello."

Su Weiyun said: "Hello."

Then there was silence, almost stagnant silence.

Ximen Chuxue then prepared to leave.

Just as he walked past Su Weiyun, Su Weiyun suddenly spoke, "Your sword is flawed, like a jade bi."

Ximen Chuxue paused and then said, "If I am in good condition, I will have to fight you!"

When he was learning sword, two swordsmen in the martial arts world had the most famous ones, one was Bai Yujing, the exiled immortal "The Sword of Eternal Life"; and the other was Su Weiyun.

However, after the sword of immortality was handed over by Su Weiyun, Bai Yujing's fame gradually weakened.

——Who doesn’t want to fight Su Weiyun in the world?

Su Weiyun said, "You are not my opponent. With your current state, even Ye Gucheng may not be able to win!"

Ximen Chuxue was silent again.

For many years, he has become accustomed to using his silence to replace answers.

Su Weiyun said: "I have seen someone who looks very similar to you."

Ximen Chuxue asked, "Who?"

Su Weiyun said: "Di Qinglin, Xiaohou Di."

Ximen Chuxue said: "He looks very similar to me?"

Su Weiyun said: "His sword is also in sincerity. Although your personalities are different and your sword techniques are very different, it is true that you all pay attention to the word "sincere".

In order to make his sword technique absolutely "clean", Di Qinglin even killed his biological father and mentor Ying Wuyi, and finally he could achieve great success in the sword technique.

If Su Weiyun hadn't subdued the demons with the "Divine Sword of Bodhidharma", Di Qinglin would have grown to this day, he would have probably been a very terrifying enemy.

Ximen Chuxue said: "My sword is still sincere."

Su Weiyun shook her head and said, "I can see that you have hesitated and tied, so your sword is not as pure as before."

Of course, Ximen Chuxue could feel this.

Since he learned swords, he has never suffered a defeat. Only when he was confronting Dugu Yihe, the head of the Emei Sect, did he feel the flaw in his swordsmanship.

But that time Dugu Yihe did not kill him, but instead died under his sword because his internal strength was consumed by others first.

This is already a failure for Ximen Chuxue.

But after that time, his swordsmanship became even more diligent, because he had once confronted a real master, and he understood the shortcomings of his swordsmanship.

It was also from that time that he almost never used a redundant second sword to kill people.

However, after he got married, it was different again; no one thought that Ximen Chuxue would have a wife, even he himself would not have thought of it!

There are even many masters, including Mu Dao Ren and Lu Xiaofeng, who believe that after he has a wife, his swordsmanship will definitely decline.

Because he is no longer the cold "sword god" Ximen Chuxue, but has become a living person.

——His man has changed, but the sword has not changed, and man and sword cannot be united again!

Once the sword god falls from the altar, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Su Weiyun looked at him with a very kind look, as if the senior brother in the master was looking at a proud junior and said, "I'm here to say something to you."

Ximen Chuxue seemed to have understood what Su Weiyun was going to say, and said coldly: "Why did you tell me?"

Su Weiyun said lightly: "Because I bet with others, I bet you to win."

Ximen Chuxue's face became paler, as white as a ghost in hell.

Lu Xiaofeng was also very tactful and said, "If you want to discuss the mystery of swordsmanship, I won't stay much, I'll go somewhere else."

Of course he wouldn't go far, but he didn't have to hear the conversation between the two.

This kind of dialogue at the top of the swordsmanship is something that others have to stay and listen to, but Lu Xiaofeng seems to be indifferent and doesn't care at all.

His figure slowly disappeared on the street.

Ximen Chuxue finally said: "What do you want to say? You can say it. But if you want to persuade me to give up my wife, then you'd better leave quickly!"

The expression in Su Weiyun's eyes suddenly became very complicated, with a deep sadness and sorrow, and said: "I never persuade anyone to give up his wife. I know how difficult it is for a lover to get together!"

Ximen Chuxue's face calmed down a lot and asked, "Then what are you trying to say?"

Su Weiyun's calm state of mind seemed to have some ups and downs, and finally said, "I'll just say a few words."

"Everyone says that your wife is an invisible thread that ties your sword, but it actually depends on whether you think so."

Ximen Chuxue suddenly held the sword in his palm.

Is this posture, this strength, and so gentle, the same as when he held his wife's hand?

Su Weiyun said again: "Swords are alive. When you think your sword is not a ruthless sword, people are sentient, how can swords be ruthless? If a person is ruthless, swords cannot be sentient. If your heart is willing to change, your sword will come alive."

Ximen Chuxue suddenly sighed deeply, and slowly walked out of the street without saying a word.

Just then, a shout suddenly sounded.

"Who are you?!"

The sound was rapid and short, and it was actually a sound made by Lu Xiaofeng!

Then a gust of wind sounded loudly, and Su Weiyun rushed up quickly and saw a gray-white figure wearing a mysterious ghost-faced mask flying past, looking like a ghost.

Are there really ghosts in the world?

If this person was not a ghost, how could his body movement be so fast and ethereal?

Su Weiyun's speed was not slower than him. In the blink of an eye, he stopped him, stretched out a palm, and gently lifted the mask of the grimace on his face.

The man also stretched out a hand, wearing a fitting glove made of Tiansilk on his hand, and gently touched Su Weiyun.

Su Weiyun felt that the force in this hand was soft and powerful, and there was no trace. Just as you wanted to catch it, it immediately melted like snow and disappeared in an instant.

Su Weiyun also changed his strength. In just one breath, the two of them changed seven kinds of strength in a row, all of which were mysterious and unpredictable and had almost reached the end.

Although the two of them had just passed one palm, the danger was tantamount to a peerless battle.

Bang.

A light sound.

Su Weiyun didn't move at all, but the gray-white figure floated like Hongyu and flew away with the force.

"Hahahaha, Su Weiyun, if you kill my three elders, I will seriously injure Lu Xiaofeng. I will report it back to the next. Are you satisfied?"

Su Weiyun had already heard who the voice was, it was the Jade Rakshasa that had disappeared for a long time!

He was about to set out to chase after Yu Luosha's voice floated from afar, saying, "You'd better not chase me, otherwise Lu Xiaofeng might be helpless!"

Su Weiyun quickly fell down the eaves and saw that Lu Xiaofeng had been supported by Ximen Chuxue.

He was not seriously injured, but a small blood mark was cut on his hand, and the blood from the wound was flowing out, but it was a faint icy blue color.

Lu Xiaofeng's face also became as pale as Ximen Chuxue.

He was poisoned.
Chapter completed!