"... Did you ever think that you would be doomed to die by this sword?"
The two swords were born together, and from the day they came out, the accompanying sword was destined to be the first sacrifice of the Sword of Rebirth. And this is just the beginning, the masked man is holding the legendary number one soldier in the world, and his confidence has reached an unprecedented peak: Today, Luo Yin sacrifices the sword, and when he makes a comeback in the future, he will definitely slaughter all the people of Yishuimeng.
Luo Yin's expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see any changes, as if the other party told a story that had nothing to do with him.
He is a swordsman and all his confidence comes from his sword skills. When the old man who taught him swordsmanship handed him the "Xiang Sui Sword", he said that if he didn't like it, he could change it. He was used to using this sword, and never felt that there was anything wrong with it. Many people in Jianghu do not know the name of "Xiang Sui Sword", but in the past few years, the most famous sword in the minds of Jianghu people is the sword in the hands of the hero Luo Yinluo.
The way of swordsmanship is not limited to the weapon in the hand, but lies in the heart.
He also never believed that there is a doomed outcome in the world.
The masked man seldom strikes in person, but this time he did not intend to leave room for the opponent to counterattack. The Sword of Rebirth swung out with great momentum, trying to kill someone with a single strike, but it was Luo Yin he met.
The moment the two figures intersected each other, when the masked man realized that his sword moves had become old, Luo Yin's long sword pointed straight at the vital point in his chest, and his heart became cold for a moment. Can't stop the opponent's sword.
No one thought that an accident happened at this moment. Luo Yin's sword stopped half an inch in front of the masked man's chest, and the long sword that had defeated countless opponents in his hand broke from the middle and split into two.
The tip of the sword fell to the ground, its light dimmed, like a piece of scrap iron, and it was no longer seen that it was once held in the hands of an unparalleled swordsman, and countless legends were written.
The two swords "Rebirth" and "Following Together" were doomed from the day they came out... This legend once again emerged in the mind of the masked man. He was wearing gold silk armor in his robe, but he was invaded by the opponent's sword energy, and his chest was already aching. If he was cut off by the sword just now, he would be lifeless, but the chance of victory and defeat was reversed in an instant. He was overjoyed, and swung his sword out, but because of his unsteady mind, the path of the sword was easily seen through by his opponent.
Luo Yin turned slightly sideways, holding the opponent's sword with his left hand. Although the sword was blocked, the masked man showed a smug smile. The sharpness of the sword in the past, combined with true energy, is enough to cut gold and cut jade. broken. Sure enough, the number of winners and losers has already been determined, and the color on his face became more intense, and a thought flashed in his heart, it would be a pity to kill Luo Yin with such a sword, it would be better to cut off his fingers one by one, and then cut off him arm, so that I can fully appreciate the pained expression of this peerless swordsman.
It may have been too long since he had shot himself, and he was too proud to realize that he had made a mistake that any qualified killer would not make. The moment he paused for a moment, Luo Yin The half long sword in his right hand suddenly dropped to the ground.
Before the masked man figured out why he even gave up the only remaining weapon, Luo Yin had an extra short blade in his hand with just a snap of his fingers.
A cold light flashed, and blood appeared. A pool of clear autumn water, bright red and gorgeous blood.
Extremely clear, but also extremely beautiful, it is lovesickness.
Acacia is the name of the short sword that Ye Ziyun gave in the past.
When Luo Yin returned home, it was sunset.
Ye Ziyun was in the yard, surrounded by several children from neighboring families, he leaned down to chat and play with them.
The afterglow fell on the bamboo fence, and the evening wind blew past. Luo Yin leaned against the chaifei quietly, staring at the man's back, and suddenly felt a sense of peace in his heart, as if a wanderer had found a home to live in.
After Ye Ziyun said goodbye to the children, he straightened up and watched them go home. When he turned around, he saw the young man in black standing quietly, and a bright and gentle smile appeared in his eyes.
For a moment Luo Yin's breathing stopped, he completely forgot about everything around him, and he didn't even notice that the urchins ran past him saying hello, and the noise of their play gradually faded away.
Ye Ziyun's eyes fell on his left hand, his eyes fixed, and he called out: "Come here."
Luo Yin walked forward according to his words. The wound on his hand had stopped bleeding and no tendons were injured. Although he looked a little startled, he didn't notice it. Ye Ziyun.
The pulse of the setting sun is shining in the evening.
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