In the early morning of late autumn, Xianyang in the north was already quite cold and bleak. The cool autumn wind roared around in the sky above the palace, and was so fierce that it would bring the last remaining little green back to the abyss of hell.

"It's so cold, it's winter coming soon!" Fusu, who was getting up early, couldn't help feeling a bit of chill, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck a little, while Fusu carefully helped Fusu tighten the cloak behind him. After a little adapted to the low temperature outdoors, Fusu turned to Fu and said, "Go and call the nine swordsmen who came back with me yesterday. I want to weigh them!" "Yes, young master!" Fu bent over and stepped down carefully.

After a while, just as Fusu was standing in the corridor, looking at the increasingly bleak world, he suddenly heard a sound of light and powerful footsteps coming back. Fusu turned his head and saw Fu being led by nine swordsmen towards him!

When Fusu saw the appearance of the nine people, his eyes lit up: five male swordsmen who had been dressed in precious guards' costumes all looked arrogant and energetic, and were very powerful in every move. He was really a talent. But when Fusu saw four female swordsmen, he couldn't help but drool: he saw that the four female swordsmen who had taken off their veils were all excellent in shape, but they were not old, and they were about sixteen or seventeen years old. The four women who had removed their veils all looked pretty and charming.

The skin color of her face without any powder is smoother than jade in the sun. In addition to her cute nose and seductive red mouth, the most unique and wonderful thing is the charming eyes of two crescent moon eyebrows that make the four girls look charming in a smile. Although they are young, they have their own tempting points, which can arouse the most primitive desires of men! There is such a beautiful woman in the world. No wonder even Fusu, who has excellent concentration, is seduced to be fascinated, dizzy, and confused!

The nine people came to Fusu and bowed their heads and bowed: "See the young master!" "Oh!" Fusu, who was awakened by the nine people's lustful fantasy, turned red and flushed. He hurriedly covered his ears and shook his hand like a bell, and laughed: "Get up! From today on, if there are no outsiders, don't bow! I asked you here early this morning to see what your real skills are, and it will be more effective in the future. Which of you will come first?"

The nine-person sword looked at Wuxin together, and Wuxin bowed and said, "Young Master, I am the oldest among the nine people, so let me do it first!" Fusu nodded.

Wu Xin then came to the scene and pulled the sword out of the sheath. It was a refined black iron sword. The sword body was thin and powerful. It looked cold and cold under the cold sunlight, and it was faintly powerful. Wu Xin made a gesture with a serious expression on his face. A righteous and powerful force suddenly appeared on his originally peaceful face. Then he shouted suddenly and danced his sword!

For a moment, the sword lights were everywhere in the martial arts field, the strong wind whistled, and the sound of wind and thunder was endless. Gradually, with the inspiration of Wuxin's sword energy, the whole person seemed to stand in the wind, with black hair fluttering and his clothes robe stimulating, as majestic as an immortal descending to earth and righteousness!

Fusu couldn't help but clap his hands and cried out, "Good sword technique, righteousness, transcendence and transcendence! It's amazing!" Gradually, Wuxin's sword style became more and more light and more elegant, and the whole person and the sword seemed to be integrated into one, with their moves out of the dust, their moves were exquisite, and their moves were magical. How could the word "spirit" be great!

Finally, Wuxin's sword stopped with the momentum, put the sword in his hand, and said to Fusu Gong: "Please give me some advice!" Fusu said happily: "Wuxin's sword technique is light and sharp, the sword moves are elegant, and it has the spirit of an immortal. I give you the name "Sword Immortal". Look, it's great!" Wuxin said happily after hearing this, "Thank you, Young Master!"

When the rest of the people heard the jealousy, Wuxu was anxious and hurriedly jumped out of the formation and asked for his order: "Young Master, let's come down and show your ugly face!" Fusu smiled slightly and nodded.

Wuxu, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes and a slight smile on his face, pulled out the black iron sword with its back slanted behind him, showing a thin, narrow and strange sword body. Then his face quickly turned up, and he exuded a powerful force. Then, at the floating waist, Wuxu's sword danced lightly, and passed a strange Yuangu in the air and began to test the sword.

The sword twisted strangely and trembled, as if it was hovering or flying in the air like a light monster, attacking or protecting itself; it was also like a soft and boneless swimming fish, showing a strange attack curve in the air, shocking! Compared with Wuxin's elegant and unworldly sword technique, Wuxu's sword technique seemed to be on a strange and strange way!

Gradually, Wuxu's sword became even more strange, and often attacked from incredible angles with incredible moves. Every time, it seemed like a stroke of a god, making people look flawless and amazing. Sometimes Fusu was really worried: Wuxu was as changeable as a gecko walking on the wall, and would his strong waist break due to the strange attack method!

Suddenly, Wuxu jumped up in the air, and the sword came out of his hand, circling and roaring towards Yuntian, just like a flying jade dragon full of white light. Wuxu landed first with a "chichi" roar, and the sword followed closely behind and crashed down. It was inserted into the scabbard behind Wuxu, making a "clang" sound like a dragon roar!

Wuxu was obviously very satisfied with his performance. A usual smile appeared on his face again, and he said confidently: "Please give me some advice!" Fusu nodded and praised: "Your swordsman is different from Wuxin. You are following a strange and strange path, but it is also a different world. I will give you a loud nickname too! "Sword Demon" Wuxu, what do you think?" Wuxu blinked, as if he was very satisfied with this nickname, and retreated happily.

The third person who appeared was Wuya. Wuya, who had a cold face, did not speak, but bowed slightly to Fusu and came to the scene. With a "clang" and the long sword was unsheathed, it was a black black black sword. A strong murderous aura suddenly appeared in the cold moonlight! Fusu couldn't help but be shocked: "What kind of sword is this? The color is so weird! And why is the murderous aura so strong?!" Before he could think about it, the Mo Jian had already "buzzed" and began a sword dance full of murderous aura in the scene!

The sword body is strange, and the mourn is cold; the sword style is strong and the murderous aura is ubiquitous; the sword energy is black and the sword energy is full of demonic energy. For a moment, the martial arts field was filled with a fierce murderous aura. Under the powerful murderous aura, people felt a biting chill like a demon coming to his body. What shocked Fusu the most was that the "chichi" flashed rapidly actually emitted a deep demon sound that captured the hearts and souls, which made the maids and eunuchs standing beside him look dazed and their eyes were dull. Fusu couldn't help but shivered: "This Wuya sword technique is a bit violent, and it has a lot of demonic energy!"

At this moment, Wuya let out a long roar, and the sword energy was destroyed. The Mowu long sword was "chichi" in his hand, like a black demon dragon, and he wanted to eat it, full of domineering aura. Then the sword momentum suddenly changed, and the Mojian was so anxious that Wuya had already returned the ink sword back to the sheath like lightning. With the disappearance of the Mojian, the murderous aura in the martial arts field suddenly became clear. The palace servants who were originally fascinated by the Mojian's demon sound and murderous aura, and were confused, suddenly shivered and woke up!

Wuya walked to Fusu, bowed slightly, and said calmly: "Please give me some advice!"

Fusu nodded and said, "From your sword technique, is there hatred in your heart, right?" Although Wuya's expression was calm when he heard this, a trace of cruel and fierce aura could not be hidden in his eyes. He said coldly: "My parents died in war when they were young and were killed by riots. If Momen had not adopted me, I would have been buried for a long time. When I grew up, I have been responsible for assassination in the organization, so the sword technique is to kill people with one blow, and I am going to be vicious all the way!"
Chapter completed!