Sir, this sword is a keepsake

"What's the matter?"

Zhuang Li saw that Shen Fang took off the other sword from his back and handed it to him.

"Take it."

Zhuang Li stood up, took Yiwei Sword with both hands, with a strange expression on his face, "You, just give me your own sword like this?"

"With me by your side, Yiwei won't give in to you." Shen Fang looked at the wild snow in his hand, "I need to concentrate on dispelling the anger of this sword now. You told me tonight, 'If you don't want to be like him The body is in a different place, so take me to Luoyang'"

He paused and looked up at the sky.The moonlight is half hazy, and the clouds are curling up.The moonlight reflected by the mirror sword body also dimmed a bit.

"How do you know, my senior brother...his head was chopped off."

Zhuang Li said in a deep voice: "I was in Xiaqi that day... I saw many people gathered on the river beach, so I hid in the crowd and took a look."

"So you really have been waiting for me to go down the mountain?"

Zhuang Li looked at Shen Fang, "The Shenwu Pavilion under your emperor has disturbed the rivers and lakes these days. You don't think that the fact that you sent the sword manual is still a secret in the rivers and lakes?"

Shen Fang hummed, and said softly, "Ten feet away from me."

As soon as the words fell, Zhuang Li was ten feet away.

Shen Fang calmly said: "Although you were agitated by the sword energy just now, your body trembled in mid-air like a broken string, and the sword energy shook off your body in an instant, so your internal organs were not hurt by the sword energy. The sudden gust of wind was because you scattered the sword energy in the air."

Zhuang Li said, "You have good eyes."

"I'm really at a loss for words, I don't know how to praise this lightness kung fu." Shen put the horizontal sword in front of his chest, and there was a trace of cold air between his brows.

"If your sword dances beautifully, why not let me tell you your name——

He fell silent for a moment as the snow fell suddenly.The pure white almost shining snow falls in the desolate world.

The sky is gray and blue, and the ground is gloomy. Only the vast snow in the middle is as bright as a light curtain.

Zhuang Li held his breath, a thought flashed in his mind: Isn't swordsmanship a kind of brilliant illusion?

Heavy snowfall is not uncommon in the Northern Wilderness, but the snow in the Northern Wilderness comes and goes without any worries.But the snow in front of him was transformed by the rich and deep sword energy, and it came with nostalgia.

After a while, his body was covered with snow, his hair, eyebrows and eyelashes were all covered with snow foam, and the snow on the ground was also covered with a thin layer of ice and snow. However, Shen Fang not far away was as clean as ever.

Not a single snow of sword intent fell on Shen Fang, and the sword in front of him was as white as jade.

The cold air accumulated between Shen Fang's eyebrows, and the shape of ice crystals appeared faintly. He suddenly raised his left hand, flicked the blade of the sword three times with his fingers - the vibration of jade was like the sound of the sky, each sound became brighter and brighter, and in a short while, a strong wind blew up on the flat ground.

Shen Fang's clothes fluttered, and he was independent in the solitary place that was not stained with frost and cold in the gap between the wind and the snow.His expression was solemn and painful, as if he was calling and resisting something.

The wind swayed in front of Zhuang Li, and Zhuang Li's expression changed: This is not the wind and snow of the Huangxue Sword, but the warm spring wind, and there is a little bit of life in the wind!

That wind turned out to be Shen Fang's sword intent.

The Yiwei sword in Zhuang Li's hand didn't move. He thought for a while, and then he figured it out: Shen Fang used the heart of the sword to generate the sword intent, and then condensed the sword intent on his fingertips. Get involved in this wild snow.

The two diametrically opposite sword intents are pinned on the same sword, and they are not mutually exclusive.For a while, the spring breeze and the fluttering snow accompanied each other, and it was inseparable.

There was still snow on the ground, but the snow on Zhuang Li's body had melted away without a trace, and a warmth grew in his heart.

Shen Fang's right arm holding the sword trembled slightly, as if it was difficult to hold it. Finally, he swung the sword down, and a sword glow slashed out, splashing snow all over the ground, and the breeze blew, as if to keep it.

In the wind and snow in front of him, a sword shadow was faintly outlined, it was the Lingling sword heart of the deceased young swordsman shackled in the sword body.It was this point of sword heart that made Huang Xuejian restless.

"So that's how it is." Shen Fang's eyes fell on the sword, and he murmured, "You already had a premonition that that sword was his last, and that he would be defeated after the first sword... so you left his crippled sword without authorization. Heart."

The grief in the voice was so thick that it couldn't be melted, as if every word was a wound.

"But life and death are impermanent, let alone senior brother, he is a swordsman."

An ear-piercing sharp sound whistled past, the sound seemed to come from every snowflake around them, and the two felt their hearts were stabbed.

"My father once said that a hundred years ago, Huangxue Sword came into the world with hatred." Shen Fang paused, "Brother hides the hatred of the country's destruction and family destruction deeply in his heart, so you chose each other, and you want to fulfill his revenge."

Another sharp sound pierced the air between the two, leaving a shocking sword mark on the ground.

"But people cannot be resurrected after death, and people are not objects. You can't manipulate others to avenge him, and there is no need to do so." Shen Fang paused, "Don't you believe that I will avenge senior brother?"

In the silence, in mid-air above Shen Fang's head, a sword light loomed.Shen Fang looked up calmly, hiding in his sleeves.

"My father originally planned to destroy you. I insisted on taking you down the mountain. You should know this..."

The sword light has taken shape, like a taut bow, coming from the sea of ​​clouds.Cloud, originally the hometown of snow.

"You really want to fight me?"

The sea of ​​clouds surged like a dragon, and the sound of swords clanked like an arrow.

Zhuang Li saw a short yellow light flying out from Shen Fang's sleeve, as fast as a flying arrow, and went straight to Yunlong in the sky.At the same time, Shen Fang raised his sword and drew a semicircle around Li Wuhen's remaining sword heart with the light of the sword.

He only felt the throbbing pain in the tiger's mouth, but saw that Yiwei sword had broken free from his palm and flew straight towards Shen Fang.To be precise, it was flying towards that semicircle.

The wind of the sword was like a blade, wherever the light of the sword went, the snow shattered like jade shavings, and the remaining shadow of the sword trembled suddenly between flickering and dissipated like smoke.Almost at the same time, the Yiwei sword had passed through the semicircle, and there was a sound of broken jade in the distance.

Shen Fang's body was in an ominous shadow at this time - the sword shadow of the sea of ​​clouds in the sky was still there, just covering Shen Fang's body.

Jian Guang took advantage of the momentum of the clouds to go from the nine heavens to the world of mortals in just a moment.

In an instant, the sword was forced several feet above Shen Fang's head.

"Shen Fang!"

At a critical moment, Shen Fang heard Zhuang Li's reminder, but turned his head and blinked at Zhuang Li.

"you--"

Zhuang Li was so frightened that his soul almost flew away, just when he thought for the second time that Shen Fang was about to be torn apart in front of him, the raging sword light suddenly disappeared above Shen Fang's head.

No sound, no trace, no trace.

"……How is this going?"

Zhuang Li was stunned, but Shen Fang asked calmly:

"How about the sword?"

Zhuang Li was slightly stunned, then he kept silent, let out a breath slowly, and waited for his beating heart to calm down before slowly uttering two words, "Excellent."

After a while, Shen Fang, who had put the Yiwei sword on his back again, walked to him, holding the remnant Huangxue sword in his hand, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"What's on the ground?" Zhuang Li saw a fragment of something lying where Shen Fang was standing.

"It's our little junior sister's wind chime." Shen Fang said thoughtfully, "The two of them were childhood sweethearts, and they should have..."

He couldn't continue, and changed his words: "Brother's sword heart broke free from the shackles of the sword body, abandoned the sword, and returned it to heaven and earth."

Zhuang Li stared at the broken sword, and suddenly sighed.

Shen Fang, who looked tired, said with a smile: "What a pity?"

"Do you know how valuable this Desolate Snow Sword is?" Zhuang Li reverted to his old ways.

Shen Fang couldn't help laughing, "If you don't keep cutting the blade, I'm afraid that the journey will be more or less fatal. Moreover, I feel uncomfortable seeing the unruly wild snow in the hands of the former senior brother become such a fierce sword."

Shen Fang's voice changed abruptly, "However, a broken sword also has the beauty of a broken sword."

"What a beauty."

"It's not easy to break." Shen Fang said seriously. "you--"

Zhuang Li knew what Shen Fang wanted to ask, and before Shen Fang finished speaking, he said, "Just now I made the movement technique Feixu." Thinking of Shen Fang's spring-like sword intent, I felt that there was an indescribable coincidence between the two , I was a little embarrassed for a while.

"The business is settled, and you still want to drive me away?" Zhuang Li actually asked with a sense of grievance.

"Well, what do you call driving you away? I told you that Chunqiu Nineteen is no longer with me. You can go to Zhao Renzhong by yourself. If you get it back for me, you may not be able to go on the road together."

After Zhuang Li heard it, he smiled silently, with a bit of cunning in his expression.

"Shen Fang, after seeing your skill just now, I don't think you are that stupid, so I am determined to follow you. I guess, you must know the whereabouts of the sword manual, or have some clues. "

Shen Fang was taken aback, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth: It's not good, he was discovered.

Zhuang Li asked again, "You want to avenge your senior brother, so do you know who killed your senior brother? Where are you going to find it?"

"I only know that the Shenwu Pavilion must be inseparable. When I go to Luoyang, I will definitely meet their people."

Zhuang Li frowned and said, "If the Shenwu Pavilion did it, what can you do to them? Your swordsmanship is top-notch, but you can only be called a master. The scouts can destroy one sect, and once they join hands, it will be even more terrifying... Besides, the backer behind him is the king of a country with more than ten thousand people..."

"You have too many questions." Shen Fang blocked Zhuang Li's mouth with one sentence.

Zhuang Li was taken aback, and muttered, "Okay, okay, I'm the one who talks too much... Oh, by the way, could it be that you have already learned the nineteenth year of Spring and Autumn Period, and that's why you brazenly want to trouble Shenwu Pavilion? But how did I hear that, You Yongxia Villa has a dead rule."

Shen Fang shook his head, "I haven't learned the Nineteen Years of Spring and Autumn Period, and I haven't even seen it." After finishing speaking, Zhuang Li came closer and looked at himself.

He felt quite uncomfortable being stared at, "What are you looking at?"

"What's that word called? Righteousness? Sacrificing one's life for righteousness?"

Shen Fang responded with a cold face, but Zhuang Li laughed, "Then don't delay, let's go."

Shen Fang didn't say anything more, because even if Zhuang Li was forced to leave, as long as Zhuang Li was willing, he could follow behind him all the way. It's better to go with him generously and watch him.

The coachman was quickly recruited by Shen Fang's huge sum of money, and the two who hadn't slept all night started on their way again.Before driving far, Zhuang Li seemed as if nothing had happened, he forgot about the sword manual and soon fell asleep.

Shen Fang didn't sleep. On the one hand, he was still wary of Zhuang Li. On the other hand, his heart, which had been calm and almost indifferent for many years, hadn't found peace for a long time—during the time after the big brother's accident, a certain layer of his body Things start to unravel, and there is a more real and deep perception of everything around me.Before that, he had always held the mentality of watching the fire from the other side to the personnel and affairs around him.

The shock and pain brought about by the tragic death of his elder brother, the tears of his father's white hair all night, the tears of his mother and younger junior sister, all these made him shake the heart of Jian that he had deliberately solidified and sealed.Part of the reason why he made up his mind to destroy the Huangxue sword was because Shen Fang was afraid that he would be taken advantage of by the Huangxue sword at this time, and became a demon from then on.

He couldn't help recalling what the second senior brother Qing Ai had said to him that day, and at the same time lowered his head slightly, looking indifferently at the scar on the back of his right hand.Regarding the accident back then, he never felt that he was at fault at all from the beginning to the end, but now he cares about it.

He gritted his teeth silently, the muscles of his face hidden in the dark were tense, he forced himself to get rid of the past, and began to recall the shadow of Li Wuhen's sword.He had to firmly remember this sword shadow, once he forgot it, there would really be no more Li Wuhen in the world.