Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 3: Draw the sword and face each other

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In the middle of the stand on the side of the martial arts arena, Lin Xuanyuan, the master of the martial arts, sat cross-legged. It seemed that he had already competed and he didn't seem to be able to get a good one. His face was slightly gray and white and he sat down and adjusted his breath. And the big brother of Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

The man in black has a very fast sword power, the starlight is flying around the dragon, and the sword is full of waves. Due to the many changes, after watching for a long time, it will even make people feel dizzy.

Meng Fuyao heard one of his senior brothers whisper, "That is Wuhenjian, one of the top ten swordsmen in Taiyuan, and one of the most mysterious and weird. God knows how the Baishan Sect can invite him?" /

"I said why the annual Taiyuan Ten Great Sword Sect Sword Trial Meeting was suddenly held ahead of schedule. It turned out that the old white dog found this helper and deliberately stepped on our Xuanyuan."

"He is alone, picking our whole faction, he is so angry."

"So what? People have this ability, have they only managed to draw with him without seeing the big brother?"

"Oh...today we are afraid we will be stepped on..."

Meng Fuyao continued to move forward indifferently, before he took a few steps, he heard a scream of "Ah".

There was a **** wind in front of him, and a black shadow suddenly flew out and hit her heavily. Meng Fuyao hurriedly jumped away, and the man’s huge body swept across the sky with a splash of bright blood , Fell heavily in front of her.

Splashing blood fell on the weapon rack on the sidelines, and after a long while, drops of thick dripping on the white stone ground, red and white reflected, shocking.

The court was silent. All the disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect present were staring at the man who was struggling and rolling with his right wrist. He was one of the most outstanding martial arts masters among them.

It took a long time for someone to think of grabbing him to help him up, and then let out a scream.

The big brother's right hand was dripping with blood, and his hand muscle was broken.

Good swordsmanship!

The Xuanyuan Sword Sect was silent, and the laughter of other people in the field sounded harsher.

Only the man in black was indifferent, standing on the court, coldly wiping the blood-stained blade.

The cloth he used to wipe the sword looked familiar. It was actually half of the sleeve of the big brother's right hand. The disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword School all showed anger. Only Meng Fuyao, his eyebrows jumped.

What a quick sword! It's just that in that instant, not only did the opponent's wrists have been abolished, but also a piece of sleeves was neatly cut.

What's more, his opponent is still a top-notch master who responds very quickly!

The laughter of the head of Baishan continued, but the Xuanyuan Sword Sect crowd heard a low sigh. It seems that today, the Xuanyuan Sword Sect will lose face in the Taiyuan Dynasty.

In today’s world, the overwhelming forces of various countries are fighting endlessly with each other, and the number of victories is used to establish their position. Now the Xuanyuan Sword Sect is one of the three major Sword Sects in Taiyuan. Occasionally, even if the wheel fight is overwhelmed by the opponent, if it passes out, the status will definitely plummet.

At this time, there was silence in the field, and all eyes were on the wounded in front of Meng Fuyao. Meng Fuyao did not act well. She tentatively moved her feet, and the black-clothed boy in the field immediately turned his eyes coldly. When he came, he still looked rigid, as if wearing a mask, but his eyes were cold and sharp, as sharp as steel nails, and the nail hit Meng Fuyao's eyes.

The gaze is deep and dark, like a thousand yuan Shen Yuan, far away invisible, but in the deepest place, there is a strange spark, immortal and precarious.

The spark in Meng Fuyao's puzzled vision continuously drifted, rotated, and rose, and then suddenly exploded in Meng Fuyao's eyes.

It seemed to hear a loud noise in my mind, exploding the sky full of bright stars.

Meng Fuyao suddenly felt dizzy in her head, staggered back, and hit the pillar behind her. When the cold touch on her back woke her up, she looked up at the man in amazement.

That's a puzzle skill, "Youtong"!

What is the origin of this person?

His eyes are full of hatred, he is not here to learn martial arts at all!

Meng Fuyao turned around to retreat, but the head of Baishan suddenly heard a harsh voice behind him.

"You Xuanyuan faction, isn't there another Yan Jingchen!"

Lin Xuanyuan was startled, and replied, "Jingchen has returned to Beijing last night."

"I'm afraid it's because of the rumor that we are coming, and run away?" Several heads laughed in unison.

"And this." The head of the Yunjian faction, among them, smiled and pointed to Meng Fuyao who was about to slip away. "What about this? I remember that she had never played before. Why, I also want to learn from Yan Jingchen. Did you run away with oil on the soles of your feet?"

Lin Xuanyuan changed his face and remained silent. A disciple beside him immediately reached out and pushed Meng Fuyao.

"What are you doing here? Don't show up in front of people if you don't have the ability, it won't hurt the master!"

"Don't go back to your own room yet!"

Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows, his eyes surged with anger, after a long while, he took a breath, shook his hands, and walked away silently.

Don't care about snobs, etc., and don't lower your style.

In the past many years of being in a different world, I have eaten the many sufferings, those vain dryness, the publicity that belongs to the red-haired witch of that era, although it has not been smoothed, but it has learned to constrain.

However, as soon as he took a step, he heard the voice of someone behind him, like a jade pearl falling on a silver plate.

"This is a fire girl in the door, don't compare her with my brother Yan, otherwise Yanjing Pei's family and Heyuan Yan's family will be regarded as an insult at the same time."

The Yanjing Pei family, Heyuan Yan family, means the Taiyuan imperial family and officialdom. The meaning of this sentence, several heads can hear the weight, and they are all silent at the moment.

Meng Fuyao turned around and looked at the red-dressed woman behind her. She was one year older than Fuyao. Her figure was fully grown. The curve did not resemble her astringent and exquisite, but she wanted to gush out from fullness. The slender part is delicate and soft, and he likes to wear a red tight-fitting long dress, which is more enchanting, but a face is dignified, and the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, like a flying phoenix.

Pei Yuan.

Seeing Meng Fuyao looking over, Pei Yuan passed a cold, contemptuous look, and then turned his eyes casually.

"If you heads are interested, you might as well go to Tiansha Pandu in the future. At the Zhenwu Conference, Brother Yan will naturally let you see the style of my first disciple under Xuanyuan School."

She glanced at Meng Fuyao, and smiled sideways at the many heads.

"As for this one, even standing next to us, I think she is dirty on our land, where is it for everyone to mention it?"

Laughing loudly, even Lin Xuanyuan was stroking his beard and smiling and nodded, thinking that this female disciple was knowledgeable and witty, very good at talking, she shied away from making things difficult, and she did not lose face.

Amidst the laughter, Meng Fuyao stood still.

The light and shadows in front of us, the curtains whirling, are the gentle stretched out hands in the wind and rain, the laughter chasing among the flowers in the spring, the smiling eyes under the moon, the Diaoqiu unfolding in the snow, holding her tightly Stiff feet.

It’s a man who smashed his head heavily in the mud, concealed the countdown of martial arts, was expelled from the martial arts field, carried all his clothes in the cold winter to wash in the freezing river, and came back from the kitchen after doing chores at midnight Cold buns.

Those past moments of laughter and pain...

The laughter continued. No one knew that the woman who stood on her back, buried deep in her heart, was finally ignited because of this unbridled laughter and turned into a prairie fire.

Meng Fuyao took another breath and suddenly sneered.

Enough.

The world is so bleak.

Straight to teach people want to pull the sword and kill the sky.

She originally turned her back to the field, suddenly turned around, picked up the long sword dropped by the big brother just now, and strode across to the man in black.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

The wind rushed from the continuous Xuanyuan Mountains, broke free from the shackles of the mountain forest, laughed wildly on the huge high white stone field, and the violent mountain wind sandwiched with sand and rock hit the twelve giant copper pillars of the martial arts field. The sound of the sound also shook people's vision. Looking from that vision, the ferocious four-legged behemoth embossed on the copper pillar seemed to rush down and kill the world.

Meng Fuyao, who stands under the copper pillar, is thin, strong, and has a straight back.

Obviously thin seems to be blown away by the wind right away, but it makes people feel calm and outrageous, blending with the unshakable giant pillar behind him for thousands of years.

Many eyes of unknown meaning were scorched, but Meng Fuyao didn't look at anyone, pursing his lips, Huola tore off a piece of his sleeves, and tied his eyes.

The brilliance of the long sword in the palm is lingering, like a puddle of autumn water, carrying the bright afternoon sunlight, in the eyes of hundreds of people who are shocked to believable, slowly provoking them towards the man in black.