Volume 9 Extra 3. Excalibur Villa: Two Heroes Fight with Swords (Part 1)
At the foot of Cuiyun Peak.
The snow was white and the north wind was howling.
It is said that in the Divine Sword Villa, two top swordsmen were sitting in the sword pavilion, staring at each other for a long time.
Xie Xiaofeng.
Man in white.
Outside the thatched cottage, there were also two people sitting.
Xie Xiaoyu looked at the calm Li Xiyi standing aside and immediately became furious. "It's already this late, and you're still so calm."
Her face was pale, extremely pale, and there was a hint of panic and hesitation in her eyes.
As for her father Xie Xiaofeng, although Xie Xiaoyu knew of his existence and reputation, she had never met him and was even afraid of him from the bottom of her heart.
The reason for this is all because of her mother, Sun Xingyu.
It can be said that the current situation of the Xie family is entirely caused by Sun Xingyu.
But at the same time, she felt a little longing, more anticipation, and a hint of hatred.
Whether then or now, everyone blamed her mother for everything. Even to this day, rumors still circulated that it was the demonic cult's alluring woman who seduced the Sword God into making such a blunder.
But is Xie Xiaofeng right?
This man is clearly pregnant with Murong Qiudi and they have expressed their feelings for each other, but he is easily moved by her mother. Is he really right?
Before stepping into the Divine Sword Villa, Xie Xiaoyu had already thought about how to question Xie Xiaofeng, and was even prepared to be hostile to him.
Because, for a long time in the past, she had been wandering around. At that time, she didn't know Sun Xingyu or Xie Xiaofeng, and she only knew how to eat leftovers and make ends meet. She was accustomed to the dangers of the world and suffered from the coldness of others.
She just wanted to ask herself, her father, whether he knew that she was his daughter.
But after entering the Divine Sword Villa, Xie Xiaoyu suddenly found that all his thoughts and preparations had disappeared without a trace.
Amidst the falling snow, the once famous Divine Sword Villa now appears extremely dilapidated.
The ground was littered with rotten leaves and shells, peeling wall plaster, mottled vermilion paint, rusted swords, and those neglected ruins...
Everything seemed to have lost its original color, becoming dull and lifeless.
When Xie Xiaoyu stepped into this place, she felt for a moment as if she had walked into a tomb.
Because of this, she suddenly stopped hating Xie Xiaofeng.
Living in such a place is even more miserable than death.
She actually felt a little sorry for her father whom she had never met.
"What's the point of living in this hellish place?" Xie Xiaoyu looked up at the gray sky, her eyes dazed, and murmured, "Is it to torture myself? Or to atone for my sins?"
"You are wrong. When your clan, your elders, relatives, friends, and brothers and sisters all die for you, and die because of you, you can no longer decide your own life and death."
A harsh and cold voice suddenly came from the wind and snow.
Xie Xiaoyu turned her head and saw a tall and graceful young man in a green robe standing under the eaves that was almost collapsing in a corner.
This person was very young, not much older than Xie Xiaoyu and Li Xiyi, but he already had wrinkles on his face and white hair at his temples, clearly signs of premature aging.
Compared with Xie and Li, this man seemed extremely capable and gentle. He just stood quietly under the eaves, looking at the two of them through the frost and snow.
Xie Xiaoyu's eyes narrowed slightly as she asked, "Who are you?"
The young man walked with his hands behind his back, his green shirt fluttering in the wind. He said calmly, "Since you know about Divine Sword Villa, you should know about the Murong family, and you should also know that this Divine Sword Villa already has a young master."
Xie Xiaoyu's face immediately turned ugly, because she already knew who the person in front of her was. It must be her half-brother, Murong Qiudi's son.
The young man looked at her and said calmly, "My name is Xie Xiaodi."
"Hmph!" Xie Xiaoyu snorted coldly, "Do you think I want to be the young master of Shenjian Villa?"
Xie Xiaodi said indifferently: "Your existence is of no importance to me."
Just as the two were exchanging words, an indescribable obscure aura suddenly emanated from the sword pavilion not far away, leaving the three of them silent.
But as this energy passed by, the originally chaotic snowflakes gradually calmed down, rising from the sky and falling to the ground, straight up and down, as if turning into a white curtain.
at the same time.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, bursts of sword sounds were heard from all sides of the manor, high and ethereal, like the roar of dragons.
Xie Xiaodi's face was solemn as he stared at the thatched cottage that was almost buried in the snow. "It's about to begin."
Li Xiyi's eyelids twitched wildly. He looked down and saw that the hairs on his arms were standing up.
"Look at the snow." Xie Xiaoyu suddenly widened her eyes and reminded urgently.
Li Xiyi raised his eyes upon hearing the voice, but was also stunned when he saw it.
However, in the vast snow curtain, unusual changes occurred.
Sword shadow.
Two fantastic and magnificent sword shadows rose out of thin air. They were not substantial, but more like two faint streams of light, appearing in the opening and closing of wind and snow, a stunning glimpse.
The sword shadows flew like water, and in the blink of an eye they collided in the air. Without a sound or a trace, they all dissipated into nothingness and turned into petals of flying snow.
Immediately afterwards, the slowly drifting snow suddenly began to roll and surge, as if being pulled by an invisible energy force, gathering and dispersing at random, and changing without reason.
As the three of them stared in astonishment and shock, they suddenly saw the tumbling and changing snow suddenly change again, splitting into two, one on the left and one on the right.
As soon as the left one landed on the ground, pieces of dead leaves were blown up by the wind and merged into it, like a swordsman in black.
The one on the right was circling in the air, rolling up frost and snow, converging like a stream, looking like a swordsman in white.
In an instant, murderous atmosphere arose and the sword energy was shocking.
The two colors, black and white, are like two peerless swordsmen, using wind and snow as swords, swooping left and right between heaven and earth, and engaging in a series of shocking battles in the ups and downs.
"This is..." Xie Xiaodi's eyes were burning, and his gaze kept wandering. He spoke rapidly, "Dian Cang Sword Technique, Qingcheng Sword Technique, Emei Sword Technique, Huashan Sword Technique, Huifeng Wuliu Sword Technique, Liangyi Sword Technique, and the Xie Family Sword Technique... Ah, the Thirteen Deadly Swords!"
But the two gusts of wind and snow gathered and dispersed, sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes left, sometimes right, and were really unpredictable.
The two of them used the heaven and earth as their battle arena, relying on the guidance of Qi and integrating with their divine will to perform thousands of variations of sword techniques, making the fight difficult to determine the winner.
Li Xiyi was stunned by this.
Xie Xiaoyu was shocked.
Xie Xiaodi was shocked and moved.
In just a few breaths, a wonderful sight suddenly appeared in the white snow.
Then I saw the snow on the ground flying up again, and as it flew, it turned into a series of sword-like killing moves, and a brutal murderous aura rose up, so sharp and powerful that it was shocking.
At a glance, wherever you look, you can see crisscrossing sword shadows and human figures.
Suddenly, it seemed as if two armies were facing each other and thousands of soldiers were charging into battle on this small empty field.
The wind is strong and the snow is heavy.
There was no sound of clashing metal or killing in this battle, but it was unprecedentedly thrilling.
The three of them were so overwhelmed that their mouths were already dry.
It's not like they had never seen masters fighting each other before, but this was the first time they had seen a scene like this.
This is more than just a master, this is simply too good to be true.
Just as Li Xiyi and the other two were staring intently, suddenly, waves of snow hit their faces, forcing them to close their eyes and turn their heads to avoid the sharp attack.
Wait for the three of them to look again.
There were no more sword shadows or human figures in the snow before him. Everything had disappeared.
It was as if the previous scene had never happened.
Xie Xiaoyu said hoarsely: "Is it over?"
"No!" Li Xiyi's eyes flashed, "It's just the beginning."
"Clang!"
Suddenly, a clear and trembling sound was heard , and two streams of light suddenly flew out from the sword pavilion, shooting as fast as lightning, and then landed on the field.
Two swords stood side by side. The first was a slender, emerald green sword, as thin as a willow tree. It was Xie Longteng's sword, the famous Green Willow. The other sword was a staggering six feet long, shining coldly like snow, and had a unique shape.
Frost and snow fell, making strange sounds on the swords, like the flow of clear springs.
"Um?"
Li Xiyi was surprised, but his expression suddenly changed, as if his body was out of control, his eyes became dazed, and then he stood up and took a step into the air, leaping into the field, raised his hand and pulled out the six-foot-long sword.
Almost at the same time, Xie Xiaodi's eyes changed. He swooped down and grabbed the famous sword Lvliu with just one hand.
The two men's eyes changed, and the wind and snow flowed around them, as if they had transformed into peerless swordsmen, confronting each other.
"Raise your sword!"
