1693: C1693 Sword to Enemy(part I)

C1693 Sword to Enemy(part I)

Early in the morning, Xiao Qiuyu liked the early morning, especially on that early morning when the spring rain fell like silk. He felt that the air at this time was the clearest and also the most tranquil of times.1

At times like this, his mind was at its clearest.

Xiao Qiu Yu came, he came to the decisive battle first.

At this moment, the spring rain, a swallow swinging its tail on the surface of the rippling lake, cutting out ripples like a woman's dress; everything is recovering, grass is budding, a drop of dew on a flower, in the morning sunlight, a hazy rainbow of light.

At this time in the Starting Ground, it was not spring. However, it had now turned into spring. In the span of three to four years, it was the spring that bloomed with warmth and flowers.

Of course, this was man-made, and it didn't start when Xiao Qiuyu came, but it started when he decided to fight Chu Yang.

That swallow was specially found by someone, because Xiao Qiu Yu likes the swallow, the swallow of spring.

It was a habit of the Sword Pavilion, a habit that had taken shape at an unknown time. It was always in the spring when the flowers blossomed, and the most outstanding disciple always had to find someone to try out his sword.

It's too cold and too hot to move.

They said, the weather is beautiful, whether it be killing or being killed, the best weather!

They had prepared to kill and also prepared to die. The blood they bled out was the same as the blood of an ordinary person, just like the blood of the current Xiao Qiu Yu.

Xiao Qiuyu never had the habit of being late, and never waited for people; only he would wait for people.

Waiting for people would inevitably cause them to be impatient, and anxiety would inevitably cause them to be confused. Before the final battle, Xiao Qiu Yu definitely would not use this kind of strategy, regardless of whether the opponent was Chu Yang or anyone else.

He was in no hurry. He walked very slowly.

Because today was perhaps the most glorious day of his life, the happiest time of his life. For such a time, everyone wished for time to go slower.

Xiao Qiu Yu was no exception!

The five elders of the Sword Pavilion had arrived long ago, and it seemed as if they had never left this place before.

The Son of Ten Thousand Beast also came, but his feelings became incomparably complicated in this battle. Whether it was Xiao Qiu Yu or Chu Yang, they hadn't known him for long, but this didn't stop him from having this kind of mentality.

Man is such a wonderful creature.

In the distance, there were two women, slowly approaching. They appeared in the mist that had not dispersed in the morning.

The eyes of the woman at the front were clear and gentle, like the water flowing in the spring breeze. Hair is soft, waist is also soft, like the willow branch in the spring wind.

This kind of woman, because no matter what kind of man saw her, would not be able to help it, and would forget everything.

At this moment, she was slowly walking over from the fog. Her every move had a elegance and graceful charm to it. The clothes weren't gorgeous, and they didn't have any jewelry, as if they were already unnecessary.

The Blue Lotus Heavenly Lady had also come, along with her maid, Liu Yun.

Unfortunately, there were no fluctuations in the world. Regardless of whether it was the five elders from the Sword Pavilion, the son of Ten Thousand Beasts, or Xiao Qiuyu, they were all unmoved by the two girls' arrival, because they were definitely not today's protagonists.

Including the two of them, there were only a total of eight people watching the fight from the sidelines.

Naturally, this was also the custom of the Sword Pavilion, and there were absolutely not many people who could witness the process of their death or killing — to the Sword Pavilion, drawing one's sword or being killed might have happened in the blink of an eye. However, that moment, to them, was the most solemn and sacred moment.

Their swords were absolutely not meant for others to see.

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