Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4248: Feihong (1)
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Oh!
Oh! !!
In the sixth level of emptiness and chaos, Feihong Shen and Jian Wushuang turned into one silver and one black and two shocking swordsmanships, and they were constantly colliding together.
Feihong Shen battled the Silver Winged Excalibur in his hand and the Wu Weapon Excalibur in the hands of the sword. They met in a short time, hundreds of times, with great majestic power and a burst of explosion in the void.
"Open the sky!"
"Cut Star !!!"
Jian Wushuang's right hand swipes, and the Wu Jingshen sword trembles ten thousand times in his hand. He opens the sky and cuts the stars in two styles. He successively draws from the Wu Weishen sword and blows them towards Feihong God!
"Shenwei!"
"God angry!"
The Feihong Excalibur is also cold, and the face covered by the silver face armor, only the eyes that are exposed, have skyrocketed by three inches!
Behind him, a pair of silver wings appeared, and the silver wing excalibur in his hand was instantly covered with thick blood, and a mighty power that destroyed the world was shot out of the excalibur with his excalibur. Appalling power,
"Cut!"
Immediately, Feihong God leaped high, and the silver-winged Excalibur in his hand turned into a monstrous blood dragon, chopped down towards the sword unparalleled!
Oh!
The two retreated at the same time, and the deities shook.
Jian Wushuang looked down at his right hand, and his mouth was numb for a while.
The next moment, he looked up at the Feihong **** general, and there was a dignified meaning in his eyes.
This is the only person in Kendo who won't lose to him after he came to the depths of the universe.
"Mortal, I have to admit that you have the ability to compete with God. If in my time, you will be no less powerful than the true God of Kendo." Feihong God said solemnly and treasuredly.
"Noise."
The sword has no expression on both sides, and then takes a deep breath.
"Talented, amazing life!"
Boom ~!
A deterrent force from the deepest part of the soul came to the audience. Under this force, it seemed as if time had fallen into the swamp. All things must be subject to it, kneeling in front of the sword without double sides, bowing his head.
"This ????"
Feihong Shen changed his face instantly. When he wanted to have an attack, he felt as if there were millions of mountains on his body. He couldn't move at all. He couldn't control and wanted to kneel down towards Jian Wushuang.
"You dare to obey the god?" He uttered these words in a difficult way.
Jian Wushuang didn't answer, but his eyes flashed, and he would immediately kill Feihong God.
Oh!
There is no hindrance. The sword of Wu Weeping Sword without hands is directly inserted into the position of Feihong Shen's chest, and then the sharp sword intention bursts out.
"Mortal, take a good look at my killing kendo."
Feihong Shen will take a deep look at Jian Wushuang, and then the body collapses and is strangled by the sharp sword to become a fan powder.
A trace of black line rises above the place where Feihong's Excalibur disappears, and then shoots towards the sword without a pair of eyebrows.
Jian Wushuang didn't resist, and sat down with his knees crossed, slowly closing his eyes.
A grand voice sounded in Jian Wushuang's mind.
My god, Feihong, the sword in my hand is only for killing!
Boom! !! !!
Instantly, a large group of Feihong gods will realize on Kendo, mixed with his memory, and instilled into Jian Wushuang's mind.
The world in front of Jian Wushuang suddenly began to change.
Just like travelling through space and time, before the 500 Chaos Period, Jian Wushuang saw a teenager with a clear eyebrow, just seven or eight years old, holding a wooden sword and dancing constantly under a hillside.
This is the feminine **** of childhood.
"Does memory inherit?"
Jian Wushuang murmured to himself, then closed his eyes slowly, immersed in the memory belonging to Feihong
When the sun is shining, the young boy is sweating like rain, and his white shirt has been soaked with sweat.
But he didn't give up, his eyes were full of fortitude, he bit his teeth and kept waving the wooden sword in his hand.
Over and over again, the sword shadows overlapped and intertwined, accompanied by the juvenile heavy panting sounds, and the summer cicadas whistling in the mountains.
"I, Feihong, must be the most powerful swordsman in the world!"
The sun is slowly setting, and under the hillside in the setting sun, there is a childish and ambitious word.
"Xiaofei, come back for dinner, your father bought a big herring from town."
Under the hillside, cooking smoke rises, a farmer woman carries a hoe, wipes the sweat on her forehead, and shouts.
"Mother, here I come!"
Feihong quickly hid the wooden sword in his hand, took the **** bull on one side, and hurried down the hillside.
Feihong this year, eight years old
Time turns.
This year, Feihong was 19 years old.
This year is the only time in the nearby town that the Aoyama sword school accepted the apprentice.
Feihong refused his parents' hope that he could go to Beijing to take the exam. He found a black iron sword that was rough and ugly in the village, and then sneaked out of the village and came to the gate of the Qingshan Jianpai Mountain.
He was a little confused among a group of teenagers who also came to study and learn.
Legend that the people who live on the Qingshan Sword School are all legendary immortals. They can fight the sword for thousands of miles, and they are very powerful.
And he is just a farmer who releases cows, and he has practiced a few handy swords and tricks, which really can't be put on the table.
After a long wait, it's finally Feihong's assessment!
He gathered his courage and slowly walked up in the serious eyes of the old man in charge of the assessment.
"Awakening of Soul Spirit! Body of Sword Spirit!"
However, when the assessment results came out, the entire Castle Peak Sword School shook!
Feihong, from a farmhouse to release a cow, has become the most dazzling star among the entire Qingshan sword school! none of them!
He paid tribute to the most powerful elder in the Castle Peak Sect, and countless resources leaned towards him
The time is long, the years are ruthless.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter.
At your fingertips, ten years have passed.
At that time, the immature baby cowboy has become the master of the Qingshan Sword School, the star of the entire Qingshan Sword School!
Feihong at the moment, twenty-nine years old, has a strong spirit, is confident and calm, and has a handsome appearance.
Even when he was immersed in the harmony and tranquility of this division.
A sudden change!
When he went out to perform the Zongmen mission, he provoked the young master from this area's strongest Zongmen Purgatory Jianzong, and angered him to kill!
Alas, time is coming!
The Qingshan Sword School where he belonged was killed in all manners. The elders who were kind and gentle, and the lively and playful teachers and younger brothers and sisters died tragically in front of him.
He watched the scene open, but there was no resistance at all.
For the first time, he realized that he was so weak, that he was only a trivial ant in this world.
Finally, under the best efforts of the Qingshan Sword Master, Feihong fled to the sky and was sent out of the Qingshan Sword School.
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