Strongest Sword God System

“congratulations to the host Sword Skill Earth Shattering Heaven Startling ―Burning All Heaven and Earth increase to Generation Grandmaster Realm …”

System sound rang in Su Bai’s mind, Su Bai’s temperament also changed in vain. When he held the iron sword, he appeared to be decisive. At this time, he held the iron sword, but he never had the same fierceness. It is more like a scholarly student who walks in the mist of the south of the Yangtze River. △

Back to Basics!

Xie Xiaofeng’s sword technique has been to Peak, and it has already been simplified.

The sword technique that sweeps the world’s myriad Swordsman and converges its own edge. This is Xie Xiaofeng’s sword technique.

Only when Su Bai truly understood Xie Xiaofeng’s sword technique, he felt an inexplicable heavy weight. He was so heavy and even wanted to give up the sword in his hand. Su Bai had some understanding why Xie Xiaofeng would give up the world’s first one. The sword turned into Aji and everyone.

“His sword technique is really tired… he is more tired of practicing his sword technique…” Su Bai muttered in his heart. Recently, in order to grasp Xie Xiaofeng’s sword technique as soon as possible, he stretched his heartstrings tightly and constantly relied on external pressure. To hone your own sword technique.

Thinking of this, Su Bai relaxed completely like a big enlightenment, and his mind was immersed in Xie Xiaofeng’s sword technique, but at this time, the world in front of Su Bai was faintly dimmed, and the darkness gradually drowned his world. The Blade Intent and the endless knives dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and the feeling of the resounding movement once again flooded Su Bai’s mind.

This feeling, Su Bai has experienced several times, it is this feeling that made him witness the amazing solitary of Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuixue’s lonely like snow, “finally come…”

The darkness slowly dissipated in Su Bai’s eyes, replaced by a bustling street, echoing the hawker’s humming sound.

The second time, Su Bai met Xie Xiaofeng.

So far, Su Bai has had a hard time forgetting the scene of seeing Xie Xiaofeng for the first time.

Cuiyunfeng Green Water Lake in front of Shenjian Villa. The white clothed is like the king of snow like a fairy.

It’s just that Xie Xiaofeng’s and Su Bai’s impressions are very different. Xie Xiaofeng’s hair is messy and ragged. The original bright eyes of the stars are only dull. He holds the sword’s hands and is picking the bucket.

Standing a few meters away, Su Bai was able to smell the pungent smell.

Su Bai pico frowns. He did not expect that Xie Xiaofeng, who was honored as a sword god by countless powerhouses in the rivers and lakes, was such a scene.

It seems that Su Bai’s eyes are noticed. Xie Xiaofeng slowly raises his head and looks at Su Bai. The only thing that remains unchanged is the sadness between his eyebrows, and even the sun can’t open it.

“You are coming…” Xie Xiaofeng started talking, he put down the dung bucket in his hand.

Su Bai looked into the past, and at the bottom of the manure bucket he could see the familiar words: Xie Xiaofeng.

“Is it ridiculous? The most respected name in the beginning is now a place where people are reviled…” Xie Xiaofeng looked at Su Bai’s gaze, the thin figure trembled in the sun, and the voice was almost repressed. heavy. “My father is dead… my wife marries another person… I personally killed my righteous brother, my sister-in-law also jumped to the cliff… everyone said that Xie Xiaofeng of the Excalibur Villa was a slut, and finally Wife and daughter are broken and killed…”

The sun seemed to be heavy at this time, and Su Bai looked directly at the grief between Xie Xiaofeng and the thicker.

As for the reason, Su Bai previous life has also been involved, Xie Xiaofeng’s righteous brother Xuan Xuan to Xie Xiaofeng saved the former Crown Prince, planning a bitter plan. Let Xie Xiaofeng personally rescue the former Crown Prince, and also complete the crime of his brother. His righteous thoughts and suicides have once again fulfilled his charges of traitor.

Xie Xiaofeng, the original name of aloof and remote on the altar was then thrown into the dust, and it was never recovered.

He bears countless nicknames, and Shenjian Villa bears his nickname. His father is self-proclaimed at that time, and his wife Murong Diqiu also marries others. It can be said that the family is broken.

For the prestige of the Shenjian Villa, there is no Xie Xiaofeng in this world.

Looking at Xie Xiaofeng in front of him, Su Bai’s mood is also inexplicably heavy. This was originally a person who gathered thousands of pets, endless glory and pride. But now it has become like this.

Life is a grand tragedy, Su Bai does not know why he thought of this to describe Xie Xiaofeng.

“The rivers and lakes are a prisoner. Often, many times we are like fallen leaves in the wind. The impetuousness in the water is often involuntarily.” Su Bai didn’t know how to comfort Xie Xiaofeng in front of him. He just said something like this.

Xie Xiaofeng silently, bent down and put the manure bucket on the side of the manure truck, pushed the manure truck, and walked away in the sun-filled street, Su Bai follow closely from behind.

In the days that followed, Xie Xiaofeng became more and more silent, and sometimes he did not speak for a few days, as if Su Bai did not exist.

Su Bai did not take the initiative to open his mouth. He only studied the sword technique outside the broken house where Xie Xiaofeng lived in his spare time. At that time, he could always lead Xie Xiaofeng to stop.

Xie Xiaofeng did not take the initiative to point the Su Bai sword technique, but Su Bai has made amazing progress on Xie Xiaofeng’s sword technique.

This progress is especially evident after witnessing Xie Xiaofeng’s experience.

Especially on that day, Su Bai witnessed the people around with Xie Xiaofeng, and Su Bai felt the weight of Xie Xiaofeng more and more when he spit on the dung barrel with Xie Xiaofeng’s name.

“When does this name become stinky than manure?” Outside the house, Xie Xiaofeng is washing the dung bucket. The entire dung bucket looks clean, like the wine barrel in the wine cellar, but no matter how hard he tries, the brush in his hand can’t Wash away the three words engraved on the bottom of the barrel: Xie Xiaofeng.

Su Bai silently said that he was aware of the near-numb person in front of him, and the grief between the eyebrows was thicker, and the heart that was already riddled with holes was even heavier.

“I saw her today…” Xie Xiaofeng suddenly stopped the action in his hand. He did not care about the hands of the manure and grabbed the wine pot on the side.

Although Xie Xiaofeng did not name him, Su Bai knew who the man was, Murong Diqiu.

Xie Xiaofeng’s wife!

“Is it because I lost her or did she lose me?” Xie Xiaofeng forgot the wine pot in his hand, and that face was particularly lonely.

Su Bai didn’t answer anything, just watching Xie Xiaofeng quietly. He knew that Xie Xiaofeng’s feelings for this woman had been deeply unforgettable in the bone marrow, but they hated it.

Jingle…

The wine pot in the hands of Xie Xiaofeng quietly landed, and Xie Xiaofeng got up and walked toward Su Bai.

A thick pungent smell rushed to the surface, Xie Xiaofeng’s right hand with feces sticked out to Su Bai, “Sword to me?”

Su Bai didn’t know how long it had been here. He had forgotten it for a long time, but the only thing he remembered was that he had never seen Xie Xiaofeng hold the sword since he saw Xie Xiaofeng again.

Hear this, Su Bai handed the iron sword in his hand.

Re-holding the sword, Xie Xiaofeng was a little silent, and the stunned eyes stared at the iron sword for a long time before he danced the sword. He was clumsy and slow, and the faint iron sword was still dim in his hands, no more formly. Kyushu, Sword qi able to move unhindered The power of 90,000 miles, but in the moment of the iron sword stabbed in his hand, the endless Sword Intent burst into the air, turning into a colorful fall, it is extraordinarily Beautiful.

Sword Intent …

Looking at the silhouette of the dancing sword in the fall, Su Bai feels even heavier.

Xie Jianfeng’s Sword Intent is heavier and more sad than his sword technique.

A kind of clear comprehension slowly emerged in Su Bai’s heart. He now gradually understands Xie Xiaofeng’s almost depressing sorrow and heavyness. If the sadness and heavyness of Xie Xiaofeng used to be brought to him by his sword, this sadness at the moment And heavy, this river and lake brought him.

Very slow, Xie Xiaofeng’s actions are full of flaws, as is his sword technique.

But it gave Su Bai an inexplicable shock. He never saw such a sword technique, no Ye Gucheng’s stunning, no Ximen Chuixue’s lonely, just the kind of desperate sadness. The sword he stabbed seemed to be not stabbing. Nothingness, but stabbing to the bottom of my heart, the sword also hurts myself.

After a long time, Xie Xiaofeng stopped the figure and returned the iron sword to Su Bai. After a long silence, he said again: “I am leaving…”

“Where to go?” Su Bai asked.

“The old pocks were taken by her.” Xie Xiaofeng did not say where to go.

Old Mazi, Su Bai still has some impressions about this person. He vaguely remembers that Xie Xiaofeng’s current job of transporting the dung is the introduction of Lao Mazi.

Xie Xiaofeng turned and left a very lonely silhouette for Su Bai.

Su Bai didn’t catch up, because he found that all the scenes in front of him began to fade like smoke, and only Xie Xiaofeng’s back was left.

Su Bai knows that the illusion is coming to an end.

“Once Xie Xiaofeng is done, he will always be Xie Xiaofeng…” Su Bai watched Xie Xiaofeng’s silhouette drift away, and was replaced by endless darkness again, and system sound once again sounded in his mind, “congratulations to the host” Sword Intent – only Sorrow Sword Intent !”