Chapter 777 Ximen Chuxue

After taking on the task entrusted by the owner of Zizhu Forest, he happily left the Tianchi Sword Sect and came down from Tianshan Mountain.

He never thought that this time he came to seek a way to warm the "Tian Jing" in Tianchi, and even prepared for a long-term war of resistance and stayed near Tianshan to carry out tasks, but the mission place assigned by Zizhulin was not here at all.

What made him even more helpless was that the person who stole the Tianchi Sword Order was actually a top master that he never thought of, a master who had once made countless martial arts fans crazy!

A swordsman who symbolizes loneliness and nobility!

His appearance will always be white...

Like snow's pale clothes, like snow's pale sword tip, like snow's pale side face, like snow's pale loneliness... A man who completely threw himself into the sword path and approached God.

Ximen Chuxue!

But with the happy understanding of Ximen Chuxue, this man would not be willing to steal a sword pool token, because the man had no concern in his heart. Everything about him was a sword and murder. Most of the time, he was waiting to draw the sword, that's all.

but……

Since the clue is Ximen Chuxue, Kaixin can only follow this clue to find it.

Although this may involve other strong people, such as Lu Xiaofeng, Ye Gucheng, and even the Imperial Palace and the Forbidden Forbidden Summit... Happy can only pursue them.

Ximen Chuxue.

"I don't know how fast he draws his sword, compared to Yidi..."

"I don't know how mysterious the flying immortal in Ye Gucheng is!"

On the way down the mountain, I was happy and hesitant, but also with endless expectations, and a hint of inspiring smile appeared on the corner of my lips.

Although there are many twists and turns that may occur in the middle of the process, which will seriously affect the time to nourish the "Tianjing", I am happy to meet with peerless formers like Ximen Chuxue and Ye Gucheng. I feel that this trip has gained something.

...

Beijing

There are a hut that is rarely passed by near the corner of the city wall. There are several masters who are of good temperament but rarely leave.

A long time ago, there was a rumor that there was a top master living here. Because the martial arts people passing by would occasionally hear the sound of pulling out the sword from the courtyard inside, which was very clear and straightforward. The sound of unsheathing was very awake, giving people a sharp and destructive feeling.

pity.

The courtyard is quite deep, and there is a shed in the courtyard, so it is difficult for people outside to see even if they stand on the roof...

Moreover, the people inside never go out, and even if they go out, they are never seen. They are extremely low-key. Gradually, as time goes by, the martial arts people in the capital have become accustomed to this situation and are not surprised.

But this day...

There was a person standing outside the alley.

The heroic and upright man, wearing a well-proportioned black-edged brocade suit, set off his temperament. He stared at the door with a clear sound of his sword drawn out of the sheath. While listening to the sounds coming from inside, he showed a faint excitement and joy:

"The swordsmanship is good, so you should have some rewards this trip."

After listening for a while, the man walked to the steps and knocked on the door.

Several martial arts people walking nearby looked at this person curiously, and some people couldn't help but remind:

"Stop knocking, it's useless. People from this family never come out."

“…”

The man looked back at the person who was talking.

The man also saw the man's face clearly, his body trembled, his pupils couldn't help but dilate, and hesitated: "One... One Emperor..."

Players nearby stopped, showing a look of horror.

One emperor!

"It's him really."

"How could Yidi come to the capital?"

"Is it a hidden mission?"

"It has something to do with the people in this courtyard?" Countless players were talking, full of curiosity and expectation for Yidi's purpose of coming here.

One emperor was indifferent to the people and eyes gathered from all directions, locked in the people who reminded him before, and asked himself:

"What does it mean to never come out?"

"Oh..." The slightly fat player became nervous, rolled his Adam's apple, and answered carefully:

"Many people knocked on the door before, but no one responded inside."

Yidi frowned.

I turned around and listened, and it turned out that the sound of drawing the sword in the courtyard was still like this, and I had no intention of stopping to open the door...

"Don't you open the door?"

There was no sign of displeasure on Yidi's face.

Just when players around were guessing whether Yidi was planning to give up or take other actions, they saw Yidi quietly taking out a golden-shelf sword...

“!!!”

Players at both ends of the alley gasped.

Is it a master planning to break through?

The latter directly answered the doubts in the hearts of the players around him with his actions. He held the sword hilt in his right hand, and slowly pulled out half of the long sword amid a clear and melodious sound of the sword...

The cold sword light, mixed with the overwhelming sword intent, made the people in the alley feel greatly oppressed. They held their breath, and did not dare to breathe for a moment, staring at Yidi's movements.

At this time, those who are interested finally noticed that with the sword roar caused by the Emperor's sword drawing, the sound in the courtyard suddenly disappeared, and then the sound of steps sounded.

Bang!

The door that was close for a year suddenly opened from inside.

Swish!

Countless eyes focused on the past like spotlights, slapped at a boy who looked less than eighteen years old who appeared in the door.

There were still granular beads of sweat left on the boy's face, and his clothes were soaked. After opening the door, he looked around with a very cold look and finally fell on Yidi, who was holding the sword: "Is it you who drew the sword?" His tone was cold and simple, and at the same time he had a faint hostility...

With a smile, the emperor said, "This is the residence of Senior Ximen."

"I don't know what is from the West Gate East Gate." The young man was quite impatient, interrupted Yidi's words and replied: "My master said that your voice was too ugly to draw your sword, so I asked me to come and fight you." His speech was very concise.

"Are you a disciple of Senior Ximen?"

"nonsense!"

The emperor did not think it was offended, but laughed: "Since you are a disciple of Senior Ximen, you are qualified to fight me. Let me see how strong the disciples taught by the legendary sword demon are."

"You take action."

"Me?" Yidi smiled, and naturally he realized that this young man should be a player, not a npc. Among the players, the person who is qualified to let him take the lead can count with one hand.

The boy in front of him asked him to draw his sword first...

The boy's eyes were very firm and serious!

Sighing helplessly, Yidi pulled out his sword casually.

As a result, just as he drew out his long sword, the eyes of the boy opposite suddenly became extremely sharp:

"That's not how the sword is drawn!"

choke!
Chapter completed!