Winter in the south is colder than in the north, and the sky is gray and dim.
There were only a few people walking in the streets of Beiling City. There was no hustle and bustle in the bustling market in the past. Pei Qing, who was wearing a green shirt and carrying a Ming Dynasty Suzaku on his back, was walking alone in the streets. There were snow particles on his clothes, making him look a little thin.
"It's a pity that such a beautiful snow scene is not accompanied by a beautiful woman."
When Pei Qing walked into a remote alley, a faint sound sounded, mixed with the ringing of bells.
Under the dim light, Hanhan was wearing a bright red dress. Her appearance was charming and charming, but her eyes revealed a slightly enchanting aura.
"It's you?"
Pei Qing looked at her calmly, with a slight surprise in his tone, as if he didn't expect to meet Huanwan here.
"I just happened to see you walking alone in the snow, and I couldn't help but want to invite you to my house for a few drinks."
She smiled brightly, her smile as bright as a flower, and said: "I have brewed some new wine recently, I promise it will not be intoxicating. If you are interested, I will drink a few bowls with you."
Pei Qing still looked calm and said calmly: "Just tell me straight away, why bother beating around the bush."
Huanwan frowned slightly and said, "Why do you always treat me like this? Do you think you dislike me for being ugly?"
Pei Qing mocked slightly: "Do you think you look ugly?"
Her eyes flickered, and she chuckled: "I think it's not an exaggeration to say that the country is beautiful and fragrant, right?"
Pei Qing's eyes flickered slightly and asked, "Do you know what the first page of my sword practice manual is?"
"You want to tell me the sword manual you learned? Isn't that bad?"
Huanwan smiled softly and charmingly. How could the inherited swordsmanship be told immediately? She just felt that the young man in front of her was joking.
Pei Qing stared at Huan Huan, with a playful arc at the corner of his mouth, and said: "The first page of the sword manual: There is no woman in my heart, draw the sword to be a god of nature."
Although this sentence is just a joke, it is indeed true for his balanced state of emotions and desires.
"Pei Qing, you are so boring."
The charming look on Huanwan's face disappeared in an instant. She snorted coldly and said, "I saw that you defeated Ye Gucheng. I wanted to celebrate for you, but I didn't expect that you didn't know what to do."
Pei Qing said: "I don't need others to celebrate for me."
Hanhan gritted her teeth and said, "Do you really think that our Yinkui sect's plan must be done by you?"
Pei Qing said calmly: "It makes no difference to me whether these plans are planned or not."
"Just be your ninth swordsman!" Huanwan glanced at him bitterly, turned around and prepared to leave. She swore that she would never come looking for this hateful man in the future. He was really too annoying.
"Wait!" Pei Qing stopped her.
Huanwan stopped, looked back at Pei Qing, smiled and said, "What? Pei Shaoxia changed his mind and wants to spend the night with me? Isn't it too late?"
Pei Qing glanced at her lightly and said, "I just want you to do me a small favor."
Huanwan sneered and asked, "Why?"
Pei Qing did not answer, but looked at her calmly, and said in a calm tone: "Invite Ximen Chuixue for me, and we will have a showdown at Longhuping in seven days."
After saying that, without waiting for Huanwan to react, he took the lead and walked away.
Looking at his back, the originally angry and disappointed expression froze for an instant, and then completely turned into shock, confusion, and unbelievable complex emotions.
Pei Qing wants to ask Jian Ximen Chuixue!
Huanwan stood there blankly, looking at the direction in which Pei Qing disappeared, and did not come back to her senses for a long time.
…………
Seven days later, Longhuping.
All the heroes from all over the world who can get here have basically gathered here.
Ximen Chuixue, who is ranked eighth in the world of swordsmanship, is familiar to many heroes present, but few people know about Pei Qing, who is newly ranked ninth in the world of swordsmanship, especially because many people present still come here because of his reputation.
Because of Pei Qing, Huanwan no longer hid her traces, so when the saint of the Yinkui sect appeared here, she attracted a lot of attention.
She was still wearing a black gauze hat, and her face could not be seen, but looking at her graceful and graceful figure still made many Jianghu people feel strong desire in their hearts.
A carriage drove in near Longhuping. In everyone's surprised eyes, a slim and slim figure stepped out of the carriage.
She was wearing a plain white dress, her waist was tightened, her breasts were swollen and plump, and she felt as delicate as a weak willow.
This is a very beautiful woman.
Next to her was a handsome and handsome young man. He didn't seem to care about the looks cast by many people, his eyes were just looking for something.
"Isn't this Murong Fu from the Song Dynasty?"
"Murong Fu? I didn't expect him to come too!"
"Look, there's Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan from Song State!"
"It's not just Qiao Feng. Look over there. Wuji, the Mingjiao leader from the Yuan Kingdom, is also here."
"Did I get it wrong? Li Xunhuan, who has retired from the world for many years, is actually here too?"
"And over there..."
As more and more martial arts masters arrived, the discussion among the onlookers began to become intense. Such a grand scene of martial arts was rare even among the martial arts stories written by Jiang Hu Bai Xiaosheng.
Many people recognized some familiar or unfamiliar Jianghu heroes, but there were also some names that they had never even heard of.
Snowflakes are flying.
The wind roars in the forest.
A man in Tsing Yi walked slowly towards the top of the mountain. Although he walked slowly, he was very fast. When he passed near Longhuping, the air around him seemed to suddenly freeze.
Everyone's eyes fell on this man in green. He exuded a strong and pure sword intent. This cold sword intent formed a strange sword force within a few feet around him, causing all the swordsmen within dozens of meters around him to move. It is difficult for warriors with low cultivation level to approach.
"Ye Gucheng, Lord of Baiyun City!"
"He's actually here?"
"Is this person who was once the ninth best swordsman in the world unwilling to lose to a fledgling boy?"
"I don't think so. As a master of swordsmanship, Ye Gucheng still has a bit of mind..."
Seeing Ye Gucheng's appearance, the crowd around him surged, and bursts of whispers could be heard.
At this moment, Ye Gucheng is obviously more sharp-edged than a month ago, and every move he makes seems to contain a wisp of sharp sword energy.
"Ye Gucheng has already arrived. The two principals should be here soon, right?"
"Who knows? Maybe both of them don't dare to come?"
"I don't know, but Ye Gucheng is here. I think the two of them are close to each other about the sword."
"Yes, today is destined to be exciting!"
The people around were talking one after another, and all their eyes were focused on the entrance of Longhuping, waiting for the arrival of the two rightful masters.
…………
Snowflakes were falling and the wind and snow were raging.
While everyone was waiting impatiently, Ximen Chuixue, dressed in white robe, walked slowly on the snow, and every step he took seemed to roar like thunder.
He has a tall and straight body, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his face is unruffled. Only a pair of dark pupils reveal coldness, as if everything in the world has no emotion at all.
He is like a peerless weapon that has been sealed in a box, just waiting to be broken out of the box, killing the West, drinking blood and staining the ground, and forging its own name as the Sword God.
He walked step by step, under everyone's attention, to the center of Longhuping, and then slowly sat down under the hot gaze, quietly waiting for Pei Qing's arrival.
"It is said that Ximen Chuixue is the eighth best swordsman in the world. He is only half a step away from becoming a land immortal. This aura is truly extraordinary!"
"I really came to the right place this time. This is a competition between truly top players!"
"I will die with no regrets if I can watch such a feast in my lifetime."
The people gathered around sighed, they were full of expectations for this match between Pei Qing and Ximen Chuixue, and at the same time they were a little nervous.
Ximen Chuixue turned a deaf ear to all this. He held a strange-looking long sword with a black sheath and closed his eyes tightly, as if he was completely cut off from the outside world except for the sword in his arms.
"clang!"
A soft sound.
Along with a dazzling cold light, a red long sword appeared in the center of Longhuping.
The sword is three feet, seven inches and six inches long, two fingers wide, is red in color, and has a blade as thin as paper. A fire phoenix can be vaguely seen entrenched on the spine of the sword. The moment this sword appeared, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Then Pei Qing's figure fell from the sky, and the surroundings suddenly fell into silence, and even the sound of breathing could not be detected.
Today he was dressed in black robes, with a stern face, long hair shawl, and deep and narrow eyes. He slowly landed on the Ming Dynasty Vermillion Bird Sword from the air, with his feet on the sword, like an immortal, detached from everyone's gaze.
This scene made many people worship him and wanted to kneel at his feet immediately.
This is the legendary swordsman in the world.
"You finally came!"
Ximen Chuixue finally opened her eyes and looked at him. The sword light flashed in her eyes and her voice was as cold as Wan Zai Xuan Bing.
