Zongwu: Give you a chance and get a 10,000 times critical hit return!

From his every move to his lifestyle, his pursuit of ultimate beauty is revealed everywhere.

To him, the sword is more than just a weapon.

To him, it's an art.

Ximen Chuxue can be said to be idealized and beautiful.

If there really is a so-called sword god in the way of the sword, then Ximen Chuxue is undoubtedly the person closest to god.

Where he lived, there were only flowers, and the clothes he wore were always snow-white.

He never asks for help, nor does he accept requests from others.

Because in the eyes of a strong man, he only accepts people whose abilities are comparable to his.

There are no weak people in the eyes of the strong.

Because they have no compassion for others.

Because there is nothing he cannot do, and if he can't do it, it is even less likely for others to do it.

And he doesn't need anyone to beg him to do what he is willing to do.

If you are unwilling to do something, it is useless no matter how others beg you.

That's what he is.

Half crazy, that's a demon!

Half-idiot, is God!

The only bit of humanity left is the sincerity in his heart!

As white as snow.

The sword's edge is as pale as snow.

A pale profile like snow.

As pale as snow.

Ximen Chuixue drew his sword.

His sword, like him, is snow-white and lonely.

"There is at least one thing about Ximen Chuxue that others cannot imitate."

"His sword?"

"It's not his sword. It's his loneliness."

The loneliness is as cold as ice and snow in the distant mountains, and the loneliness is as lonely as a shooting star in the winter night.

His breath was condensed but not dispersed.

It is like a bottomless abyss and as steep as a towering mountain.

The sword intent is surging, and the sword energy turns from invisible to visible.

The wind blew, and countless fallen leaves floated down, but in an instant, they were torn into pieces and torn apart by the spreading sword energy.

Lu Xiaofeng's expression changed.

Can the sword in Ximen Chuxue's hand emit such a sharp sword energy?

His strength is even stronger than he expected.

If Ximen Chuxue wanted to use all his strength to kill me, I'm afraid that his "Telepathic Finger" would be cut off by this sword.

Ximen Chuxue's figure disappeared.

He and the sword in his hand became "one", man and sword became one, sword and heaven and earth became one.

The long sword flew out.

A clear singing suddenly arises.

The sword intent pierces the clouds.

The sword light flashed and the sword beam broke through the air.

Endless sharp edges condensed out of thin air, turning from virtual to real and transforming into the phantoms of divine swords.

The world seemed to be swallowed up by endless sword shadows.

Dazzling!

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling that if he continued to look, he would be blinded by the dazzling sword light.

Although he cannot see, he can still feel.

Finally, the endless sword shadows that filled the heaven and earth, seemingly ready to cut through all blockades, condensed into one sword.

This sword came from the west.

Falling like a meteor.

This sword connects the mysteries of heaven and earth.

The wind and thunder moved together, with lightning and thunder.

This is the most perfect sword in Ximen Chuxue's mind.

It was the sword he used to deal with Ye Gucheng's "Fairy from the Sky".

He was confident that this sword could kill both heaven and earth!

Zhao WuXian showed a hint of appreciation.

As expected, he is Ximen Chuxue.

A man who dedicated his life to the sword.

The situation suddenly changed. Facing Ximen Chuxue's full-strength sword attack, Zhao Wuxian did not move, nor did the heavy black iron sword in his hand.

The light condensed at his fingertips.

It seems to communicate with the heaven and earth, the sun, the moon and the stars.

A sense of dominance, like the rising sun in the east, suddenly rose from his body.

The Sword of the Emperor!

Once on the shore of Taihu Lake, Zhao Wuxian enlightened Ye Gucheng, and he comprehended this sword intent, which he had been nurturing in his body.

His sword pointed at one point.

The world is changing.

Suddenly, thunder was heard, rumbling like the sky collapsing and the earth falling down.

The aura of oppression makes people feel palpitating and suffocating.

It was originally a bright blue sky, but suddenly dark clouds appeared like a black sea hanging in the sky.

The power of heaven is unfathomable!

However, only Lu Xiaofeng in the yard and some strong men in the city could feel all this.

Under Zhao Wuxian's feet, array patterns spread out.

[Fenghou Qimen]!

He made this area independent from Suzhou.

The wind blew through the long street, and the leaves fell rustling.

In the courtyard within the high walls.

Suddenly a group of crows were startled and flew into the sunset in the west.

Ximen Chuxue stood there, his white clothes whiter than snow, like a winter plum tree with drops of bright red blood blooming on it.

There was blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, the bright red spots were shocking to see.

There were some cracks on the black-sheathed sword in his hand.

Finally it disintegrated and became a broken sword.

Lost?

"Simon 0.2 Blowing Snow?"

Lu Xiaofeng was surprised.

A black heavy sword that didn't look like a sword appeared in front of Ximen Chuxue at some point.

"When you can use it to carve plum blossoms on tofu without relying on sword energy or sword intent, then you will have the chance to attack Dugu with your sword!"

When the sound faded away, Zhao Wuxian's figure had long disappeared.

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned.

Using this big iron bar to carve plum blossoms on soft tofu?

Isn't it relying on sword intent and sword energy?

How can it be?

The sword blade was so blunt that it couldn't even cut a wound. If it fell on the tofu, it would probably crush it directly.

but.

It does not matter.

What’s important is that the undefeated Ximen Chuxue, who was like a legend in the Ming Dynasty, actually lost?

How did Zhao Wuxian do it?

Lu Xiaofeng was confused. He recalled and tried to figure out what had just happened, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Because the moment Ximen Chuxue drew his sword to his defeat was actually extremely fast.

It was so fast that even he couldn't react in time.

I'm afraid only Ximen Chuxue himself knows what's going on.

But this is not important anymore.