[Quick Transmigration] Disaster for the country

Sikong Zhaixing jumped down from the beam, and said with red ears, "My name is Sikong Zhaixing."

Shen Yin said with a smile: "So you are the King of Stealing Kings. Your name is really nice. Picking up the stars, can you steal the stars from the sky?"

Sikong Zhaixing said: "This... the stars are far above the nine heavens, so naturally I can't steal them. But as long as there are things in the world, there is nothing I can't get Sikong Zhaixing!"

Speaking of the last sentence, his expression was particularly proud.

Shen Yin laughed again when he heard the words, laughing until Sikong Zhaixing blushed, he said: "Don't you believe it?"

Shen Yin said: "As long as there is something in the world, is there anything you can't get?"

Sikong Zhaixing vowed: "Yes!"

Shen Yin said: "Then can you steal Ximen Chuuxue's sword to me? I collect famous swords in the world, but this one is missing!"

Sword God Ximen Chuuxue, a top master who has been famous for a long time in the Jianghu, he only goes out four times a year to kill those treacherous and evil people, nourishing the sword with blood.

No one has ever been able to escape his pursuit, and all those villains died under his sword. What Ximen Chuuxue blew was not snow, but blood.

It is even more difficult to get close to such a top swordsman, not to mention that Ximen Chuuxue never leaves his sword, even when taking a bath, so it is as difficult as going to heaven to get his sword.

This is a fatal matter, if it is not done, it is very likely to become a dead soul under the sword, and if it is successful, it will definitely become a dead soul under the sword.

But the beauty's alluring smile made him dizzy, and she actually agreed to do this desperate thing.

The two of them just met once, but the beauty asked a man to risk his life for her in a few words, it was really terrifying.

As Wu Hua said, being too beautiful is a sin, and her beauty has reached the point of heinous crime.

Between a smile, how many dead souls are there?

……

A month later, a news spread all over Jianghu that Sikong Zaixing had stolen Ximen Chuuxue's sword and was being hunted down.

This news is nothing short of a sensation, and it has become a topic of conversation for people after dinner.

"In the past, there was always a debate in the world about who is better than the king of robbers or the king of robbers, but now it seems that it is Sikong Zhaixing!"

"He's too courageous! How dare he provoke Ximen Chuuxue! Isn't he crazy?!"

"Sikong Zhaixing is good at disguise. He is ever-changing and mysterious. So far no one knows his true face. It is really not that easy for Ximen Chuuxue to catch him."

"Sword God lost his sword, hahahaha!"

No one knew that Shen Yin was holding the black sheath sword at this time, enjoying it with great interest, and even hung a tassel with gemstones on the sword, which glistened in the sun and looked very beautiful.

Stained with countless blood, the frightening magic weapon is like a doll, dressed up arbitrarily, and then shelved.

……

three days later

In front of the gate of the mansion, there were two swordsmen standing on the left and the right, both in black clothes and black hair, with sharp eyes, although the sword was not out of the body, but there was a faint evil spirit, so that no bird dared to sing in the nearby trees.

Both of these two are top-notch masters, they once joined the Huashan School and won the Qingfeng Sword from the Huashan sect's master.

But in any luxurious mansion, there is always a stone lion town house at the door, but there is no such thing here, because these two swordsmen are the best town house tools.

Suddenly, a touch of white appeared in front of his eyes, as lonely and arrogant as ice and snow.

A handsome white-clothed swordsman walked in silently, obviously the white color was very inconspicuous, but his appearance made people have to pay attention, as if a snow mountain was approaching, making people feel suffocated.

He is strong.

Two swordsmen drew their swords and stood in front of them, shouting, "Stop!"

The swordsman in white didn't stop at all, his indifferent eyes were like a cold sword.

He drew out his sword, which was just an ordinary sword, but in his hands it became no longer ordinary, terrifying.

The sword light flashed like a shooting star, after more than a dozen moves, the two swordsmen fell to the ground, Ximen Chuuxue stepped over the gate of the mansion and walked in.

Countless masters rushed out from every corner, surrounded Ximen Chuuxue, and was about to splatter five steps with blood, when suddenly a jade-like voice resounded: "Stand back, everyone."

So the guards all dispersed.

Ximen Chuuxue looked into the gazebo, behind the fluttering white gauze was a figure as slender as a willow.

He said, "I've come to get back my sword."

The man said, "What if I don't give it?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak, he coldly swung his sword towards the curtain.

The sword energy cut through the curtain, and the white gauze fell lightly, revealing a pair of sparkling eyes, with a touch of red at the end of the eyes, gorgeous and affectionate.

The blade of the sword was pointing at the center of her eyebrows, and Ruxue's sword was shining in her eyes, but she couldn't suppress her beauty, on the contrary, it gave her a more thrilling beauty.

She looked at him, smiled slightly, and the boundless beauty came overwhelming, like an invincible sharp blade, helping her conquer opponents.

The beauty stretched out her hand lightly, and even held the tip of the sword.

The sword has always been a part of Ximen Chuuxue, but at this moment he actually had an illusion, as if the one being held was himself.

The beauty smiled and said: "If you tell me what is the ruthless sword, I will return the sword to you."

Ximen Chuuxue said indifferently: "Break love and love, and unite with the sword, that is the way of ruthless sword."

The beauty said: "So, you are going to abandon human feelings and become a sword?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't answer, but his indifferent expression like frost and snow had already given the answer.

The beauty smiled and said, "Since you are ruthless, why can I hold your sword?"

The delicate skin was in stark contrast to the sharp blade, and just a light touch would split the skin and gushes out blood.

Although she is so weak, she has done things that countless people in the world can't do.

Ximen Chuuxue was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

After all, the sword god is a human being, and if he is a human being, he will have feelings.

He always thought that he had lost love and that no amount of fame and fortune could move him, but it turned out that the other party was not strong enough to shake him.

The beauty smiled again, she held the tip of the sword and looked at him and said: "If you really become a sword, wouldn't you be right in my palm?"

That glance was soul-stirring and glamorous.

In an instant, Ximen Chuuxue seemed to have really turned into a sword. Feeling the temperature between her fingers, he immediately withdrew the sword.

The beauty chuckled, asked someone to bring the black sheath sword, and gave it back to Ximen Chuuxue.

……

Ximen Chuuxue returned to Wanmei Villa, and continued to practice swords in the plum forest every day, living an isolated life.

The petals were flying in the plum grove, Ximen Chuuxue looked at the sparkling jewel sword tassel, and fell into deep thought.

Such flashy decorations are not commensurate with the crow sheath sword that will be stained with blood when it is unsheathed. It was left by her, but he never took it off.

The petals were messy all over the ground, and his sword heart was in a mess.