Chapter 1543

"The nameless long sword is fierce and invincible. It competes with the heroes in Heshuo in front of the weak crown."

"Crape myrtle soft sword was used before the age of 30. It hurts righteous people by mistake. It's ominous. There's no way to regret. It's a deep valley to abandon."

"The dark iron heavy sword, which has no edge, is skillful and does not work. It runs around the world before the age of 40."

"After forty years of age, wooden swords do not lag behind things. Plants, trees, bamboo and stones can be used as swords. Since then, they have been refined and gradually become better than swords."

Yang Xuan shook his head and read what he had told himself before. The breeze was not light. "You, have you ever been to the sword tomb?"

Yang Xuan nodded, pursed his lips and said, "are you dead to seek defeat alone?"

"Elder Dugu has passed away."

Yang Xuan went to the stone table and took out two cups. Tian boguang just brought the wine, filled two cups, pointed to Feng Qingyang, and drank it up.

Feng Qingyang frowned, came over and drank the glass. "Who are you? You're sad!!!"

"I'm his friend. Unfortunately ~ ~ ~ ~ time is in a hurry. I think I'm just a passer-by in life. I didn't expect to be sad to hear about his death."

"Little friends, don't be ridiculous. Elder Dugu was a figure hundreds of years ago. How old are you?"

Yang Xuan ignored others and drank himself. "Don't you understand? After competing with him, he found that he was amazing and gorgeous. He was by no means a thing in the pool. Unfortunately, he was trapped in this place. He didn't have the ability to connect heaven and earth. After all, he was just a chess piece."

Maybe he felt Yang Xuan's sadness and didn't ask again.

After a long time, two barrels of wine had already been drunk by Yang Xuan, and suddenly said, "the wind is clear, practice with me?"

"Good!" Feng Qingyang jumped up directly. I've been waiting for this sentence for a long time. As long as I fight, I know whether it's a man or a ghost.

Yang Xuan went to the terrace on the edge of the cliff. The wind blew through his long hair. His long hair fluttered with the wind, adding a little ethereal color.

After taking a deep breath, he said, "I used to fight with Dugu. He held a sword. I don't take weapons. You fight first."

"It makes no difference whether you take a sword or not in my realm." The wind was clear and shook his head.

"No, there's a difference. You're just a physical foetus, and your internal skill is just a middle and upper posture. You'd better take a sword." Yang Xuan took out a sword and threw it to Feng Qingyang.

"Miso ~ ~ ~" after pulling out the sword, the wind was clear, the eyebrows jumped wildly, took a breath and exclaimed, "good sword!!!"

"The name of the sword depends on the sky."

Feng Qingyang touched the sword and suddenly showed an obscene expression, "you are so generous. Such swords are..."

"Stop, who said they gave it to you and lend it to you. It's a heaven reliant sword." Yang Xuan frowned. It's his favorite thing. Although it doesn't have much effect, just like those who like animation, collecting weapons is also Yang Xuan's hobby.

As a swordsman, Feng Qingyang is of course a sword lover. In the eyes of these Jianghu people, Yitian sword is equivalent to the feeling of car lovers in the main world suddenly seeing a world-class sports car.

"Then I'll pull it?" Feng Qingyang stabbed Yang Xuan with a sword after playing a sword flower.

The ordinary sword tore the air between them.

"Ding ~ ~!"

The heaven leaning sword stabbed Yang Xuan's finger, but he didn't stop. He slipped and turned his hand [broken arrow] and cut towards Yang Xuan's weakness. Yang Xuan took a step to the left and could escape.

They are both experts. After three or two moves, they have basically understood each other. Of course, this is just a wishful thinking.

Just when Yang Xuan wanted to pause, Feng Qingyang came up with a sword again. Are you kidding? You have been itching for so many years. Can you give up without reason when you meet this good opponent.

Dugu Jiujian used all his moves on Yang Xuan, but he couldn't help him at all. Yang Xuan was also energetic, and he could see where he could go.

"Come on, use all your skills and let me see how much is left of the amazing and burning sword technique in the past." Yang Xuan stood on the spot, not dodging.

"Good!!!"

After a few breaths, a fine awn flashed through his eyes. Suddenly, there was a strong wind around, and countless fallen leaves began to wither with the wind. If you look carefully, you will see that almost every leaf was scratched by sword Qi.

A sword came out and pointed directly at Yang Xuan's Qihai position.

"When ~ ~ ~" A loud cry.

The heaven leaning sword stabbed Yang Xuan's Qi sea, and the powerful power surged back.

"Ah!!!"

Suddenly, a woman's exclamation came, and a green figure fell off the cliff. When Yang Xuan wanted to read power, his eyes narrowed and suddenly changed his mind, and the whole person jumped down towards the cliff.

The cliff was very high. Yang Xuan fell freely and soon caught up with the middle-aged beautiful woman who was falling vertically. He hugged her with his hands, turned his body and pulled a cane.

"Oh, my God." The middle-aged beautiful woman hugged Yang Xuan, and the whole person pasted it on Yang Xuan.

"Mrs. Yue." Yang Xuan smiled.

Yang Xuan's figure is back to the sun, and his head is pillowed with the light of the sun, which makes people dare not look directly at him.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I saved your life." One hand grasped the vine, the other hand hugged Ning Zhongze, and habitually hugged him. Suddenly, he felt a burst of weakness and greasiness, and the instinctive Yang Xuanliang's weapon came.

Ning Zhong is a person from the past. How does Yang Xuan reflect that she doesn't know? Just now they are in the middle of the cliff. If they are careless, they will burn jade and stone. After thinking about it, they can't help asking, "what should we do now?"

"Well, wait, let me restore my internal power. Besides, when I just jumped down, I ran out of internal power."

"Who are you and why are you willing to sacrifice your life to save me?" Although Ning Zhongze has excellent martial arts, he has never encountered such a crisis, and people have not paid attention to it.

Yang Xuan smiled and approached, "I don't know. Watching you fall, I'm a man. I must save you, right."

Yang Xuan was actually depressed. Liu Zhengfeng didn't see Ning Zhongze washing his hands in the golden basin. Didn't she go? She shouldn't know herself according to her appearance.

"Ah, I'm running out of strength. Hold me tight." Yang Xuan's face was painful, but in fact he was happy. They held together tightly and rubbed their faces. An old woman rushed into Yang Xuan's nose with the fragrance of fat and powder.

Because there was something against him all the time, Ning Zhongze instinctively moved within the movable range, trying to find a way that was not embarrassing. Unfortunately, the more friction, the more comfortable Yang Xuan was. Before long, Yang Xuan had not done anything, and Ning Zhongze was a little out of breath.

Watching the lively breeze on the cliff, he disdained to say, "unexpectedly, he takes advantage of women like this. I didn't expect that he is a guy who is greedy for women because of his high martial arts."