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Chapter 171 The Great Master of Kendo Ximen Chuixue

"Shen Ying!"

Xin Yuanchen's face changed from blue to white.

Until this moment, he did not believe what Zheng Qingsong said was true.

Shen Ying's betrayal made him feel sad, more painful than the pain caused by Gu poison.

"Don't blame him, he is also a poor man." Zheng Qingsong said in a low voice.

"His father is Shen Mingyuan, and his grandfather is Shen Baiyan. He is the only descendant of Mingjian's Shen family."

Xin Yuanchen looked down at the Bailian Sword in his hand, and said, "I see."

Bailianjian was originally called Baiyanjian. It was born a hundred years ago and was acquired by the famous Jian Shen family. The famous Jian Shen family is a kendo family. Their favorite is swords. They regard Baiyanjian as their most precious treasure.

It's a pity they didn't protect this treasure.

So now the White Flame Sword has become a hundred-refined sword, and the Shen family of the famous sword has been removed from the rivers and lakes for a hundred years.

In the rivers and lakes, there has never been a lack of tricks to kill people and seize treasures, and Bailianzong, as the largest sect in Dali, has not done such things less, but what they do is justified, and they are used to it.

Although he did not instigate to seize the Baiyan Sword from the Shen family, but he is the Supreme Elder of the Hundred Refining Sect, and the Hundred Refining Sword is in his hands.

It was only natural for Shen Ying to betray him.

"But do you think you will win this way?" He looked up at Zheng Qingsong.

Zheng Qingsong looked at his hands, the poison had penetrated into his palm and was spreading towards his arms. It would only take a moment for the poison to enter his heart, even if he was a grand master, he would die.

"I will live to the end."

The voice just fell.

The golden dragon power surged all over his body, two phantoms suddenly appeared on Zheng Qingsong's forehead, and there was a shining dragon scale on the center of his brow.

The golden light shone, and his figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he approached Xin Yuanchen.

"court death!"

Xin Yuanchen looked at the approaching Zheng Qingsong, narrowed his eyes slightly, switched the Bailian Sword to his left hand, and stabbed straight out.

The sword's force is condensed and palpitating.

However, instead of retreating, Zheng Qingsong advanced, reaching out to catch the sword.

Click!

With a crisp sound, Zheng Qingsong's dragon claw covering his hand shattered again.

The Bailian sword pierced his palm and then his shoulder.

At the same time, his other hand turned into a dragon's claw ruthlessly inserted into Xin Yuanchen's chest, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood.

Both lose.

Or exchange injuries for injuries.

Zheng Qingsong knew very well that if Xin Yuanchen was not dealt with at this time, it might be difficult for him to have another chance in the future.

Although the Gu King Poison is powerful, if Xin Yuanchen can calm down and detoxify, it will only take a while for the Gu King Poison to be excreted from the body.

So he had to kill Xin Yuanchen today.

Xin Yuanchen looked at the bloody chest, with violent anger in his eyes.

I thought it would be easy to take down Zheng Qingsong, but I didn't expect Zheng Qingsong to be so difficult to deal with.

"die!"

His face became ferocious, and his right hand, which had been poisoned by Gu, suddenly stabbed out.

The swarthy arm seemed to have turned into a long sword, carrying awe-inspiring murderous intent.

Zheng Qingsong's expression changed drastically, and he immediately wanted to get away.

But the Hundred Refining Sword was still stuck on his shoulder.

bang.

His dragon claw blocked Xin Yuanchen's sword.

The fierce collision set off a hurricane that swept hundreds of meters around.

Both of them flew upside down like cannonballs.

It couldn't even maintain the state of flying in the air, and fell to the ground fiercely.

puff
Zheng Qingsong spat out a mouthful of blood again, looking extremely miserable.

The chest, left hand, left shoulder, and right arm were all stained red with blood.

And Xin Yuanchen was not much better.

The right hand was spread black by the poison, and there were several hideous wounds on the chest.

The two are evenly matched.

"I won!"

Zheng Qingsong laughed out loud.

Laughing incomparably carefree, crazy.

"Is it too early to draw conclusions now?" Xin Yuanchen said with an extremely ugly face.

"Master!"

Several exclamations sounded, and four old figures appeared around Xin Yuanchen. They were the four previous elders of Bailianzong.

On the other side, Zheng Ziming and others also came in front of Zheng Qingsong.

However, the situation of these people is not very good.

Zheng Qingsong was desperate, and they also had the determination to die.

Win or die.

"Your Majesty!" Zheng Ziming and others looked at Zheng Qingsong worriedly.

Zheng Qingsong's laughter stopped abruptly, and the wounds on his body kept oozing blood.

"It's okay, we'll win, help me up."

Everyone helped him up.

He straightened his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes shone with bright golden light.

Even though he was seriously injured, his power and arrogance still did not diminish by half.

He is Lihuang, the strongest Lihuang in the past 500 years of Dali.

"Xin Yuanchen, you lost!"

He looked at the other side with piercing eyes.

Xin Yuanchen also stood up, "It's not over yet!"

He is not dead yet.

He still has the strength to fight.

The Bailian sword turned into Changhong, and the man and the sword flew out together.

The sword was astonishing, like an invisible mountain peak, pressing down on the surrounding people.

At this moment, everyone felt palpitations in their hearts, and all the strength in their bodies seemed to have disappeared, and they couldn't even feel the slightest resistance.

This is the gap between great masters and grand masters, like the gap between heaven and earth.

The three of Zheng Ziming and Wang Shouming felt powerless at this moment.

They wanted to resist the sword, but their bodies seemed to be out of control, unable to move.

Zheng Qingsong didn't move, his eyes were shining brightly as he looked at the approaching Jianfeng, and he didn't move at all.

Clang!
The sound of the sword rang out.

Clothes sleeves as pale as snow, sword blades as pale as snow, a person as pale as snow appeared in front of Zheng Qingsong.

Looking at the person standing in front of him, Zheng Qingsong smiled brightly.

"It's God's will!"

Ding!
With a crisp sound, the two swords collided, and the sharp swords shot out.

Xin Yuanchen looked at the person in front of him with a gloomy face that was about to ooze water.

He finally understood where Zheng Qingsong's confidence came from.

"Dali's No. [-] Sword God!"

Ximen Chuuxue raised his head, revealing a pair of strange eyes.

Fiery, excited, joyful.

There is probably nothing in this world that can make him more passionate about facing a powerful swordsman.

"If I haven't defeated you, I won't be worthy of the title of Sword God."

he said softly.

Although he had never cared about the title of Sword God, Xin Yuanchen was indeed stronger than him.

"No, you are worthy. Maybe your sword intent is not as good as the old man, but in terms of sword, you are better than the old man." Xin Yuanchen stared at him closely, and said very seriously.

The way of the sword is not only sword intent, nor is it judged by strength or weakness.

The true way of the sword is a sincere heart.

Although it was the first time they met, he could still see Ximen Chuuxue's inner desire for the sword.

With sincerity to the sword, there is probably no one in this world who can compare to Ximen Chuuxue.

At this moment, his heart suddenly calmed down, and all the previous anger dissipated.

Because Zheng Qingsong was right, he lost.

But he didn't lose at the hands of Zheng Qingsong, but at God's will.

It was God's will not to allow him to kill Zheng Qingsong, so Ximen Chuuxue broke through.

God's will tricks people, so what if he is unwilling?
Ximen Chuixue said: "You go."

He withdrew his sword.

Xin Yuanchen looked at him and said, "Why?"

At this moment, he was at the end of his strength, although he could easily deal with Zheng Ziming and others, but he was not sure about Ximen Chuuxue.

Zheng Qingsong also frowned, and looked at Ximen Chuuxue with a bad expression.

"You're hurt, and your heart is in a mess." Ximen Chuixue said.

"If possible, I hope to face the intact you next time."

Xin Yuanchen looked straight at him, his eyes filled with inexplicable expressions.

suddenly.

He laughed.

"Haha, you are fine~~"

He turned and left, walking decisively and defenselessly.

"Ximen Jianhou." Zheng Qingsong said in a low voice.

Ximen Chuuxue turned around and said, "Next time I will help His Majesty block him."

He just wanted a fair fight.

Zheng Qingsong's face was very ugly, but in the end he didn't say anything else.

Because Ximen Chuuxue is qualified to have an equal dialogue with him.

"Decree to retreat!"

he said coldly.

Then, head towards the camp behind.

The bell sounded.

The cloud of lead above the sky was getting heavier and heavier.

The howling wind became more and more urgent.

There were broken limbs and broken arms all over the ground, rivers of blood flowed all over the ground, and mess all over the ground.

There is no winner in this war.

Only Ximen Chuuxue can be called a god.

"Little friend Ximen, I really admire you more and more." Wang Shouming stood beside Ximen Chuixue and said with a smile.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him and said, "Is your injury okay?"

"It's okay, I can't die yet. Hahaha, this old man is already prepared to meet the coming of death. I didn't expect that little friend Ximen saved his life." He laughed.

"It's fine if you don't die, you still owe me a horse." Ximen Chuixue said.

"..."

Wang Shouming was stunned.

He seemed to really owe Ximen Chuuxue a horse.

It's just a horse. As for remembering it for so long?

The Beijing camp receded like a tide, and all the disciples of Bailianzong collapsed on the city wall from exhaustion.

East Gate.

Shen Ying looked at the corpses all around.

His hands trembled.

"Seventh Junior Brother, what are you doing for?" Song Yan looked at him and asked in a daze.

For what?
Shen Ying asked herself in her heart.

For the bloody revenge of the Shen family?
In order to repay Zheng Qingsong's life-saving grace?

Maybe both, maybe not.

Even he doesn't know.

Easy to get in, hard to get out.

Human emotions are like maggots attached to the bones. Once they are contaminated, don't try to get rid of them easily.

Shen Ying has stayed in Bailianzong for too long, so long that he has gotten used to the identity of Bailianzong, and his heart is full of affection for Bailianzong.

"From today onwards, I am no longer the Great Elder Shen Ying of Bailian Sect, but Shen Ying of the famous sword Shen family."

He dropped a sentence and stepped out of the city gate tower.

He fell to the ground and walked slowly towards the camp of the imperial army.

"Ximen Sword God."

He came to Ximen Chuuxue and looked at Ximen Chuuxue who was dressed in white like snow.

"If you were you, how would you choose?"

Wang Shouming next to him looked at him suspiciously, he didn't know about Shen Ying yet.

Ximen Chuuxue, on the other hand, just focused on the battle between Zheng Qingsong and Xin Yuanchen, and understood a little bit.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him and shook his head.

"You did nothing wrong."

He said flatly.

In fact, he didn't know how to choose, but he felt that Shen Ying was right.

When emotions are involved, the lines between right and wrong can become very blurred.

He can understand Shen Ying's choice, so he doesn't think Shen Ying is wrong.

(End of this chapter)