I have a role in the heavens

Ximen Chuixue's sword heart was shaken, and the sword moves and speed in his hand changed unconsciously, but he didn't realize it. This was because his mental state was suppressed, his speed slowed down, and his thinking slowed down, but it was not all bad. As the cracks in the sword's heart became more and more big, Ximen Chuixue's sword moves showed new changes. On the vast white ground, a second color, a third color or even a fourth color appeared. , respectively ink, red and goose yellow.

Curved and spiraling dark branches, bright red petals, and clusters of goose-yellow stamens form an exquisite plum blossom. No matter which angle you look at it, it is a beautiful painting. It blooms proudly against the biting cold wind. It is full of vitality and brings vitality to the pale world - it is a flower that dares to challenge the severe cold, a flower that gives people strength, deep thought and courage. , a flower that makes people awe-inspiring.

Even if the wind and snow are raging, no matter how cold the winter is, the endless ice and snow presses on the branches of the plum blossom, bending the plum blossom, but it will still bloom, breaking the loneliness of this life-depleted world, showing tenacity Show your own style.

This is the kendo that Ximen Chuixue pursues. It is his new kendo that is taking root and sprouting. Ximen Chuixue never realizes that his eyes are already full of tears. Is it a flash of bright red for this lonely world, or is it the final pursuit of kendo for his life? With the prototype in place, no matter what the purpose is, he believes that one day the world will be covered with plum blossoms in full bloom, and there will no longer be loneliness.

"The sword is good, but you lose!" Hyuga Neji did not know when he was standing behind Ximen Fubuki, with the katana in his hand already placed on Ximen Fubuki's neck.

"I lost! I lost for the first time!" Ximen Chuixue murmured, but there was no trace of disappointment on his face. Instead, there was a bit of relief and joy. The failure did not seem to leave any traces in his heart. The swordsman couldn't help but At the peak of his pursuit of swordsmanship, he had already seen the future of his swordsmanship. Although he was defeated, he was not discouraged, but he only felt joy in his heart.

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening!" Ximen Chuixue sighed. The kendo in his heart was changing rapidly. Although he didn't know when it would be perfect, the previous kendo was rapidly collapsing and the new kendo was being reshaped. .

"It seems that you have gained a lot from this competition!" Hyuga Neji was originally transformed into Zhu Xiao, so he naturally understands the meaning of this sentence, although it literally means that he has understood his swordsmanship and died without regrets. , but in fact, the meaning of this sentence is that Ximen Chuixue has clearly understood the truth of his kendo, and the past thoughts that are not in line with this kendo will no longer exist and will disappear in Ximen Chuixue's new kendo.

"It's been a fruitful harvest, but it's a pity that it's about to end!" Ximen Chuixue shook his head regretfully. He was a little unwilling, not because he was greedy for life and afraid of death, but because he couldn't see the perfection of his swordsmanship with his own eyes. And felt a little reluctant.

"goodbye!"

Hyuga Neji's sword was so fast that even with Shimon Fubuki's reaction speed, his throat was cut without even noticing the pain.

"What a fast sword, bye!"

Ximen Chuixue sighed, and then blood spurted out from the wound. He fell down with a calm expression on the tall tree.

"Bang!" Ximen Chuixue's body was smashed into the dust. At this time, he was no longer spotless. Like thousands of ordinary lives, he was stained with countless dirt after death, and he would eventually be dusted with this dust. The dust merged into one, no longer distinguishing each other.

Ximen Fubuki looked at the sky with his eyes open, and the green trees and blue sky and white clouds were reflected in his eyes. Hinata Neji stood on the top of the tall tree, quietly looking down at the man, his eyes were indifferent and lonely, and he could not be with her after all. As I continued to move forward, I was the only one left on this road, as lonely as ever.

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"Hufufu!" Ximen Chuixue opened his eyes and gasped desperately. His breath was so heavy that he bent down and held his knees with both hands.

"Am I not dead?" Ximen Chuixue calmed down his turbulent emotions, and involuntarily touched his neck with his right hand. The feeling of the cold samurai sword slicing his throat still existed in his heart. At that moment, Ximen Chuixue had never experienced it before. , the cold metal scratched across the neck, the hairs on the neck stood up and aroused goosebumps, and then there was endless darkness, and the creepy feeling was firmly imprinted in Ximen Chuixue's heart, turning into For the sake of his kendo qualifications, he continued to promote the growth of kendo.

"How do you feel?" Zhu Xiao stood in front of Ximen Chuixue and asked curiously. Although when he was in the ninja world, he devoted his mind to spiritual transformation by using his own dream method of enlightenment. In all kinds of lives, he has experienced birth, old age, illness and death, but after all, he is gifted. Every time he is reincarnated, his talents can be superimposed. His spirit is strong and he is no longer like a mortal. Therefore, he is somewhat worried that Ximen Chuixue will remain after his death in the spiritual world. What trauma.

"Except for some mental exhaustion, there is no other discomfort!"

Ximen Chuixue reached out and took advantage of Zhu Xiao's arm, straightened up, and told Zhu Xiao how she felt.

"That's good. With your current mental strength and state, it's best to take a good rest for two days. Let's continue after three days?"

Zhu Xiao warned Ximen Chuixue, and finally said with some uncertainty, after all, experiencing a life-and-death battle every three days is not something ordinary people can endure. Normal people's spirits have limits, not to mention that if they fail, they will experience death. The mental pressure would be even greater, and he was a little worried about whether Ximen Chuixue could withstand such a cruel ordeal.

"continue!"

Ximen Chuixue firmly interrupted Zhu Xiao's dissuasion and directly told Zhu Xiao his decision. Nothing can excite a swordsman more than competing with top swordsmen. Ximen Chuixue didn't want to miss this opportunity. His opponent Hinata Ning who had just competed His swordsmanship and realm have benefited him a lot, and his sentient swordsmanship has benefited from this, and it has already taken shape. If he relies on self-enlightenment, it will take at least a few years.

"Okay, but if your spirit can't bear it anymore, I will stop this trial!"

Zhu Xiao respected Ximen Chuixue's choice and wishes, but he still placed restrictions on Ximen Chuixue. He did not want Ximen Chuixue to suffer a mental breakdown due to excessive mental trauma.

"Thanks!"

Ximen Chuixue reached out and patted Zhu Xiao on the shoulder, then turned and walked towards the cake shop. His steps were a bit staggering. The mental trauma seemed to have affected his physical condition, but his steps were still firm and his waist was still straight.

"Who made us friends?"

Zhu Xiao smiled freely and was not polite.

Ximen Fubuki walked to the door of the cake shop, suddenly stopped, and suddenly asked Zhu Xiao behind him, "That Hyuga Neji, did he really exist?"