C27 Sword Realm

The wind was very light, but it could still blow up a lush plum blossom in front of them. The pink petals floating in the sky made this place seem like a strange snowfall, exceptionally gorgeous.

It was the fragrance that assailed Lu Ming's nostrils that woke him up.

After he fell asleep in a trance, he searched for a long time in a dark space that was as thick as ink. When he found a pink petal, he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, then appeared here.

He was now in a bluestone path in the plum blossom forest. After curiously and admiring it for a while, he took a step forward and walked along the bluestone path.

He didn't know if this was the way out, nor did he know where it led to. It was just that he couldn't choose.

After walking for a while, he saw a pavilion in the middle of an open space surrounded by plum blossoms forest.

There was a stone table and a stone chair in the pavilion. A handsome man dressed in white clothes sat in front of the stone table. On the stone table was a black sword.

The man in white faced the bluestone path where Lu Ming was. He naturally saw Lu Ming walking towards him.

Lu Ming also looked at him. The first impression he had was that this man was very scary, especially when he looked into his eyes. When he saw the coldness, ruthlessness, and loneliness in his eyes, he knew that this man was very powerful.

It was lonely at the top!

This was the first poem that appeared in Lu Ming's mind.

The man in white looked at Lu Ming for a long time and said, "You, learn the sword?"

Lu Ming was a little confused and immediately reacted. He nodded and said, "Yes, learn the sword!"

The system did not explain the use of Sword Realm to Lu Ming in detail, as well as what would happen if he used it. It adhered to the concept of 'experience it yourself and understand it'.

Now that he tried it, it was indeed magical. Not only was the environment beautiful, but the white-clothed man in front of him seemed to exist in reality.

He just didn't know what Sword Realm could bring to Lu Ming.

The system had once said that the Sword Realm was the core of the system.

Therefore, Lu Ming was curious about what kind of teaching method the man in white had asked him to learn the sword.

"You don't have a sword." The man in white suddenly said.

Lu Ming's hands were empty. Indeed, he didn't have a sword.

Lu Ming thought for a while and said, "You must learn the sword?"

The man in white looked at Lu Ming for a long time and said, "Yes, I don't want it either."

Lu Ming spread his hands and said helplessly, "I don't have a sword now."

The man in white said, "I know."

Lu Ming asked, "Can you learn the sword?"

The man in white said, "Yes."

The man in white stretched out his hand and flicked the black sword on the table. With a sharp clang, the sword turned into a ray of light and flew towards Lu Ming.

Lu Ming's pupils contracted. There was no time for him to react. The sword light was only a finger's distance away from his forehead.

Lu Ming was shocked in his heart. He looked at the sword in front of him and found that it was actually the sword hilt facing him. It was still black.

The man in white said faintly, "My sword is in the sword."

After saying that, he stood up and walked away slowly, facing the pink petals that filled the sky.

Lu Ming did not understand what the man in white said, but the meaning of the man in white clearly meant that he wanted him to learn how to use his sword.

Perhaps it was a little awkward to say it, but that was what it meant.

Lu Ming raised his hand to grab the hilt of the sword. It felt cold to the touch, no different from ordinary swords, but a little different. It was as if the sword had a life of its own, and it was resisting Lu Ming. However, it had no orders. It had no choice but to lower itself to Lu Ming.

As if it had no other choice, the sword suddenly burst out with a strong light, and Lu Ming's eyes were forced to close due to the strong light.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that his body seemed to be restricted.

He had become a bystander.

He was no longer in the plum forest.

This was a manor, and there were plum trees in the forest, but it was not as exaggerated as the place where Lu Ming had stayed before.

Lu Ming was currently standing under a plum tree in a courtyard, looking at an eight-year-old child practicing his sword.

This child was very handsome, and when he grew up, he would definitely be a good man.

However, the child-like coldness and determination that he displayed were different from those of his peers, and it made Lu Ming feel a little dazed.

Ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the calm water. Lu Ming was stunned. He realized that although he was still standing under the plum tree, the boy had grown up. He had become an elegant young man, his white clothes whiter than snow, and his expression was cold. His eyes were also cold and emotionless, like a sword.

Lu Ming felt that this young man was familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

After thinking for a while, Lu Ming suddenly realized why he felt familiar, because he had seen him once before.

At this moment, the young man was holding a strange black ancient sword. It was the sword that the man in the pavilion had suddenly used.

The young man started to walk around. He walked out of the courtyard and out of the manor, heading towards the colorful mortal world.

Lu Ming did not walk around, but just followed the young man out of the courtyard, out of the manor, and into the mortal world.

When he walked out of the manor, he turned around and looked at the stone tablet in front of the manor.

Wanmei Manor.

Lu Ming suddenly realized who this young man in white was.

Ximen Chuixue.

There was a kind of person who was close to the realm of gods. Because he was ruthless.

There was a sword technique that no one could see. Because those who were fortunate enough to witness it were all dead.

There was a loneliness that could not be described. Because it originated from the depths of one's soul.

...

Ximen Chuixue was the Sword God, a terrifying person. Because his sword was meant to kill.

Ximen Chuixue was a heartless person. Because he only killed for the moment when the sword cut through someone's throat and bloomed brilliantly.

Ximen Chuixue was also a lonely man. Because in this world, no one was his match anymore.

Lu Ming followed Ximen Chuixue, who was still young, step by step, to fight the warriors of this world. His sword was like a spark of lightning, and it was also like a comet flying across the sky. In a flash, his opponent had died.

Ximen Chuixue blew until it was not snow, but blood!

This sentence was not a lie.

"Do you understand?"

At dusk, Ximen Chuixue challenged Ye Gucheng to a duel in the Forbidden City. He stood alone at the corner of the roof with his sword in hand, allowing the wind to blow past him. Then, he looked at Lu Ming's position and said.

Lu Ming looked confused, not understanding why Ximen Chuixue asked that.

Besides, the question Lu Ming just heard seemed fake. He asked what Ximen Chuixue understood. There was no reaction at all. It made Lu Ming feel that the previous question was just an illusion.

It was a full moon night, the peak of the Forbidden Purple Mountain, the Sword from West, and the Fairy from Heaven.

This might be the peak of Ximen Chuixue's strength.

Ye Gucheng died.

Ximen Chuixue won.

In this world, there was no one who was worthy of Ximen Chuixue's sword strike. Endless loneliness enveloped Ximen Chuixue, causing the coldness and ruthlessness in his eyes to form an unimaginable loneliness.

He hoped that there would be an opponent who could make him draw his sword.

But there was no one.

He returned to the Wanmei Manor and announced that he would not meet anyone.

Lu Ming also returned to Wanmei Manor, and it was in a vast plum forest.

This plum forest was the same plum forest that Lu Ming saw when he first saw Ximen Chuixue.

* Hong Long...... *