Chapter 81
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Xu Qingyue said seriously. Isn't it normal to want to make friends with someone who admires your swordsmanship? "
Ye Yunlan said, "I'm just a mortal who has lost all his cultivation. How could I be worthy of being noticed by you?"
"The level of swordsmanship is never determined by cultivation." Xu Qingyue shook her head. "I like your sword."
As he said this, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly.
He slowly pulled out the long sword on his back and held it in front of him. With a flick of his finger, there was a clear and melodious sound of the sword. "This sword is made of Immortal Frost Iron. It weighs more than a thousand pounds. It has the ability to separate Yin and Yang. Judging from its sound, it also likes you. "
Chen Weiyuan's eyebrows twitched when he said "likes" twice in a row.
Sword cultivators were more direct than ordinary people when they wanted to make friends. Usually, they would first express their goodwill with the sword. If they received the other party's approval, it would be faster than any other words.
Ye Yunlan was a sword cultivator. However, no sword cultivator dared to make friends with him in his previous life. In this life, other than his disciple, he did not plan to make friends with anyone else.
He quietly looked at Xu Qingyue and slowly pulled the sword out of the scabbard.
"This sword is called Missing Shadow."
Xu Qingyue praised, "The cold light is lonely, and the edge is hidden. It's a good sword. We sword cultivators often say that the person is like the sword, and the sword is like the person. I once saw you use your sword at the foot of Tian Chi Mountain and felt that you were a person who was as lonely as the sword. At that time, I was full of respect and wanted to make friends with you. "
Ye Yunlan said coldly, "That's because you were only a spectator at that time. You didn't really face my sword." People who really faced his sword would not say something like "full of respect". They would only feel fear and disgust. They would see him as an evil spirit and avoid him like the plague.
Xu Qingyue blinked and was confused. "What do you mean?"
Ye Yunlan looked at her quietly.
The night wind blew through his robe.
He raised his sword and pointed it at Xu Qingyue.
Xu Qingyue suddenly realized that the person in front of her had changed.
If he had been cold and distant before, he was now exuding a bone-piercing coldness and murderous intent.
He looked like a spirit that had walked out of hell, stepping on countless blood and corpses. The tip of his sword was condensed with the deepest death and the purest destruction.
He instinctively resisted with his own sword intent. Sweat flowed down Xu Qingyue's fair cheeks, and cold sweat also seeped out of her back.
He could feel his sword hand trembling.
The blood in his body flowed violently.
Was it because of fear?
No, not only that, he thought.
Although she was born with a beautiful appearance, Xu Qingyue didn't have much sense of beauty and ugliness.
Not only to himself, but also to others.
However, at this moment, he looked at Ye Yunlan's pale face. Ye Yunlan's icy killing intent was locked onto him. It was as if he was being stared at by a malicious spirit from the netherworld.
His hair stood on end, but at the same time, for the first time in his life, he felt an almost soul-stirring beauty.
Enveloped by the fear of death and destruction, he actually felt his heart palpitate.
The sword in Xu Qingyue's hand fell to the ground.
At the side, Chen Weiyuan frowned. Walking over to support him, he called worriedly, "Qingyue."
Xu Qingyue didn't answer. Lightly pushing Chen Weiyuan away, he crouched down to pick up the sword on the ground.
Ye Yunlan had already put away the tip of his sword. The Missing Shadow Sword lay in his palm, giving off a broken and sorrowful cry.
The Missing Shadow Sword couldn't withstand the sword intent he released completely. In these years, he had always consciously controlled himself. Even when he had been insulted by Nangong Qing in the small town, the sword intent he released wasn't even a third of what he had released at his peak.
But perhaps because he had encountered Chen Weiyuan, the anger in his heart had been aroused. The sword intent he released just now was a third.
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