Walking in the world of martial arts

Chapter 127 The Man in Snow Clothes

in the courtyard.

sunny.

The bright sunshine shone on his body, and Chen Feng felt that his whole body was warm.

But soon the surrounding area suddenly became cold.

Because at this time he drew his sword
There is no one in the courtyard.

This sword is not aimed at the person, but at the tree.

There is a big tree with luxuriant branches in the courtyard.

Chen Feng struck the tree trunk with his sword.

This sword is not fast, but when the sword hits, terrifying power pours into the tree from the sword.

The tree was still shaking violently.

Countless leaves danced wildly in the sky, and then fell all over the sky.

At this moment, Chen Feng made another strike.

This sword has no target and hits the void.

But this sword is not without a reason, because he wants to set off a gust of wind.

The sword crosses the wind.

The wind blows.

The leaves falling all over the sky danced wildly without any rules.

A total of 110 [-] leaves fell down.

Before the leaves fell to the ground, Chen Feng sent out a sword of 110.

He sent out the sword as he wished, regardless of the speed of the sword.

It does not change the trajectory or speed of falling leaves.

The sword slashed on the leaves soundlessly, and then slashed as if it had never appeared at all.

One sword after another, before the leaves fell to the ground, Chen Feng made a thousand 110 sword strikes and hit a thousand 110 leaves.

Chen Feng did not change the trajectory and speed of the falling leaves, as if the sword had never passed.

The scratches on the leaves could not be seen at all, and only Chen Feng knew that he had indeed hit every sword.

Before the first leaf fell to the ground, Chen Feng had already issued a sword of 110, and retracted the sword.

Chen Feng stood under the tree.

The leaves all over the sky fell on his body, but Chen Feng ignored it.

He looked in the direction of Xuejiazhuang, and let out a long breath.

He has already considered his own swordsmanship, there are not many people in the world who can be his opponents.

But he still wasn't sure.

Because his opponent is Xue Yiren.

It is the master he learned from.

It is a mountain that no one in the rivers and lakes can overcome.

But now, Chen Feng wants to climb over this mountain, but can he get over it?

Xue Yiren has already been here once.

Xue Yiren only said one word to Chen Feng, and Chen Feng's knot in his heart was completely untied.

Xue Yiren asked Chen Feng: "What is a swordsman?"

"Live for the sword and die for the sword."

Xue Yiren asked again: "Are you such a swordsman?"

"I'm."

Xue Yiren asked the third question: "If a swordsman showed your unprecedented sword skills and killed you, would you regret fighting him?"

"No regrets."

Xue Yiren asked again: "Do you think I am a swordsman?"

Chen Feng nodded.

Xue Yiren only asked four questions.

Xue Yiren asked Chen Feng these few questions in the past, and Chen Feng's answer in the past was no different from his answer today.

Although the answer was the same, Chen Feng had already realized it.

For some people, there are things in this world that are more important than being alive.

Xue Yiren is such a person.

If Xue Yiren can't meet his opponent in this life, then Xue Yiren will truly regret it, which is more painful than death.

If Xue Yi can meet his opponent in this life, even if he dies under his opponent's sword, then what does death mean?

Xue Yiren is a person who values ​​the sword more than anything else, and Chen Feng is also a person who values ​​the sword as everything. His joy in living lies in the sword, and he can die for the sword.

Since both of them can die for the sword at any time, why bother to think about death?
Chen Feng understood this truth, but even so, he still meditated for three days.

There are many truths in this world that many people understand, but few people can do it.

After three days of meditating, he didn't see anyone, and he didn't even say a word. Finally, he achieved peace of mind.

No one else in the world was any different to him now.

Xue Yiren is of course his master.

But in Chen Feng's eyes, Xue Yiren was just a swordsman worth fighting.

They are all swordsmen, no matter who dies by whose sword, it is a great blessing in life.

Chen Feng figured it out, so he drew his sword.

He tested the sword with a leaf, and the next time the sword was unsheathed, it was time to strike at the opponent.

The sword returned to its sheath, and Chen Feng also returned to the house. Chen Feng was already waiting for the day of the decisive battle.

The fourth day of September.

This day is the day of the duel between the two.

There are still two days.

Since Xue Yiren met Xue Xiaoren, he locked himself in the house and never saw anyone again.

The servants only need to place their swords at the door and leave.

The servants were very strange, but Xue Xiaoren was not.

Xue Xiaoren knew that when Xue Yiren faced a strong enemy, he would spend a period of time alone to cultivate his state to the peak.

Obviously, the current Chen Feng can of course be regarded as a formidable enemy.

Xue Xiaoren's mood was very complicated. He wanted to do something, but he didn't know what to do. In the end, he didn't do anything.

The time is approaching day by day.

Xue Xiaoren hoped that time would pass longer, but unfortunately this day has come.

In the early morning, Xue Yiren asked the servants to prepare a big wooden bucket, and he wanted to take a bath.

In addition, he also asked people to prepare a suit of snow-white clothes.

Many people who know Xue Yiren know that Xue Yiren never wore clothes of other colors when he walked the rivers and lakes. He likes white,
He kills people in white.

After killing someone, the white clothes turned into blood clothes.

These clothes are stored in that stone house.

It was a glorious past belonging to Xue Yiren.

Countless terrifying masters in the rivers and lakes all died tragically under Xue Yiren's sword during that period of time.

Xue Yiren had countless bloody clothes dyed bloody.

Xue Xiaoren looked at the snow-white clothes brought in by the servants, and couldn't help thinking: Will the clothes be stained with blood this time?
Xue Xiaoren stood at the door with extremely complicated emotions.

I don’t know how long it took, but Xue Yiren, dressed in snow, walked out of the room. He was holding the Tianqing Meteor Sword, and he had returned to his old clothes, and seemed to have returned to his previous appearance.

This time he will also meet a terrible opponent, and go to a fatal duel.

On this day, Chen Feng also boiled a bucket of water, took a refreshing hot bath, and changed into brand new clothes.

His clothes were not white.

He likes white, but he doesn't like to wear white, because white is not resistant to dirt.

He likes black.

Black and white also represent death,

The clothes he prepared were black.

Dressed in pitch black, with a deadly sword.

His sword is called Jing Zhe, and it was originally an ordinary iron sword.

But nowadays, there are not many people who don't know this sword.

People are not famous because their swords are famous, swords are famous because people are famous.

Jingzhe Sword is famous because he is famous.

This is already a famous sword, and it may become a world-famous sword in the future.

He took the sword and went out the door.

Xue Yiren also held up his sword and walked out of the door.

They are all ready to go to the appointment, a see you or leave the appointment.

His opponent is Xue Yiren.

His opponent is Chen Feng.

They have been waiting for this battle for a long time, looking forward to it for a long time, and now this battle is finally coming.

(End of this chapter)