Twilight falls on the clouds, the flowing clouds are changing and the weather is grand.

Shuai Yifan sat on the Baiyun Pavilion and suddenly felt a little old.

People like him shouldn't feel old.

His muscles were still well maintained, and there was no sign of shrinkage.

The sword-holding hand is smooth and delicate, and is better maintained than a girl of 28 years old.

But he still felt that he was old.

It's not because he's almost sixty years old.

Instead, he looked at the fields under the distant mountains and remembered the battle of Yuntai in the past.

The Battle of Yuntai was a great showdown of forces that spanned the world twenty years ago, and also laid the foundation for the current situation in the world.

The sign of aging is love for memories. Recently, he often thinks of the war back then.

He is not afraid of getting old, and he doesn't want to get old yet.

Because he has not reached the highest realm of Jiandao.

He didn't know what kind of state it was. Since he didn't know, he was unwilling to accept his death.

It’s okay to hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening.

If you don’t hear the truth, you will die with your eyes open.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

At this moment, a person walked out from the depths of the white clouds.

This man quickly approached Baiyunting, his movements were so light and quick that it was difficult to describe ink, but he would never waste any more energy. His body stood up straight, and his muscles were immediately loose. His body did not seem strong, but he cooperated just right from head to heel, without any extra muscles, his hands, feet, face and skin had been burnt into bronze. At a glance, he looked like a portrait of copper and iron, with heavy shoulders and a straight nose. He looked like a thirty years old, but he seemed to be around fifty years old.

As long as you have seen such a person once, you will never forget him in your life.

Shuai Yifan has never seen him.

But he knew that this must be a master who was rare in his life.

He couldn't help but feel a little excited because he had no opponent for a long time.

The person who came was just wearing a coarse white cloth. When he was wearing it, he was wearing a dragon robe, and he did not have the majesty of him.

The person who came to the house said, "You are the Shuai Yifan who used to move three mountains with one sword and slashed the sky with force."

Shuai Yifan said: "You don't have to ask. Since you have found this place, you will know who else will be in this Baiyun Pavilion at this moment except Shuai Yifan."

"It's true."

Shuai Yifan said: "You are here to challenge me."

The man said, "My sword hasn't opened the edge for a long time. I need to find the blood of a great swordsman to open the edge again."

Shuai Yifan said: "At the level of yours and me, I know that the sword is not a soulmate and will not come out lightly. If you ask me to sacrifice the sword, it seems that you have encountered an amazing enemy, but there are probably no masters in this world who are worth using my blood to let you sacrifice the sword to deal with."

The man said, "There is one?"

Shuai Yifan said: "Is it Xue Yiren?"

The visitor said lightly: "He is also one of my targets for sacrificing swords."

Shuai Yifan stood up and said sternly: "There are really such people in this world."

The man said, "You don't need to doubt it, and I don't need to deceive a dead person."

In his eyes, Shuai Yifan, who has become famous all over the world and has been famous for nearly forty years, has become a dead man.

He said this from his mouth, and there was no slight arrogance, but rather it was taken for granted.

Shuai Yifan suddenly laughed and said, "Can you tell that person's name? Maybe the person who sacrificed the sword is not me, but you." If there is such a person, he must meet him.

The visitor said calmly: "No need, because you will die without a chance to survive."

Shuai Yifan said: "Then can I ask your name?"

The man said, "I have forgotten my name long ago."

Shuai Yifan said: "Then do you always have a name?"

The person came to say, "I forgot too."

Shuai Yifan sighed with a sigh: "I never kill the nameless person, but you must be an exception." He knew how terrible it was when a person could even forget his own name and name.

Because such a person must be very focused and will devote his whole life to what he focuses on.

The thing that comes to the scene must be the sword.

He said that his sword had not been used for a long time, which means that he had not appeared in the world for a long time.

Shuai Yifan can tell the powerful swordsmen for thirty years as they know, but he can't see the slightest origin of this person.

Then this person must have quit the world thirty years ago.

Then this person may be older than him.

This is not obvious from the outside.

This already shows how terrible this person is.

The person came to say, "Your words have been asked."

Shuai Yifan said coldly: "I've finished asking, where is your sword?"

The man said, "It's everywhere."

Shuai Yifan's heart sank. No matter whether the person comes is true or false, his words are the most profound truths in martial arts. They do not have a deep understanding or cannot say such words.

His heart sank, but his whole body seemed to have turned into a sword.

A sword energy that soared into the sky.

It seems that even the clouds can break through.

He heard a "choking" dragon roar, and there was a long sword like autumn water in his palm. The person who came stood several feet away and felt that the sword energy was imminent.

But he actually showed his enjoyment.

How long has it been since I had seen such an amazing sword energy, ten, twenty, thirty, or more.

Time has no meaning in him. Only when every battle that touches him happens can he know that he is still alive.

There are very few people who can give him this feeling, Shuai Yifan can barely count as one.

Shuai Yifan's man has become one with the sword energy and is abundant in the world, so when he moves, he seems to be still, and when he does not move, he seems to be moving.

Movement and stillness are relative, but movement is the eternal truth between heaven and earth.

This sword energy is getting closer and closer to the person coming.

Perhaps at this moment, or in the next moment, the person coming will be shattered by Shuai Yifan's sword energy.

The visitor was quietly waiting for Shuai Yifan's sword energy to grow and rise.

Crossing one peak after another.

Shuai Yifan felt unprecedented pleasure because no one could have allowed him to constantly condense his sword energy.

He was so happy at this moment.

He has no regrets in this battle, no matter how successful or failure.

No regrets at all.

There were still five steps away from the visitor, and Shuai Yifan knew that his sword energy had reached its peak.

Without any hesitation, the sword energy rushed towards the people like the Yangtze River. Without any tricks, it was full of energy, as if it wanted to destroy everything in front of it.

But a sword energy suddenly burst out from the person who came.

Shuai Yifan visited Mount Tai when he was young.

And the sword energy of the visitor is the same as that of Mount Tai.

Unshakeable, unshakable.

His sword energy, like a river, washed away in front of Mount Tai without any contribution.

In front of Mount Tai, his big river has also become an insignificant stream. (To be continued...)

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