Yan Buhui because of the excessive loss of blood reason, the complexion is even more pale, he partly kneels in the place, obviously does not have the battle efficiency. 燕不悔因为失血过多的缘故,脸色越发苍白,他半跪在地,显然已经没有了战斗力。 „Admits defeat,” Xu Ren walks to go forward, tramples but actually Yan Buhui. “认输吧,”许仁走上前,一脚踹倒燕不悔。 The body of Yan Buhui hits layer on layer/heavily on nearby iron chain, the two long swords in hand also fall. 燕不悔的身体重重撞在旁边的铁链上,手中的两把长剑同时掉了下来。 Xu Ren walks to go forward, steps in the Yan Buhui long sword, then bent the waist to pick up own long sword. 许仁走上前,一脚踩在燕不悔的长剑上,然后弯腰捡起了自己的长剑。 Outer Sect Great Competition does not allow to hurt the opposite party life, although said that the competition has the uncertainty, occasionally will have the mistake. 外门大比是不允许伤害对方性命的,虽然说比试有不确定性,偶尔会有失误。 But the present situation, Yan Buhui does not have the strength of resistance, under the Xu Ren naturally not good pain the killer. 但眼下的情况,燕不悔已然没有了反抗的力量,许仁自然不好痛下杀手。 Let alone side also has the Outer Sect elder to supervise. 更何况旁边还有外门长老监督着。 Saw that own long sword was stepped on by Xu Ren in the under foot, the eyes of Yan Buhui are red, does not know the strength of where coming, flushed toward Xu Ren unexpectedly. 眼看着自己的长剑被许仁踩在脚下,燕不悔的双眼通红,也不知道哪来的力气,竟然朝许仁冲了过来。 Xu Ren had a scare by the stance of opposite party actually, subconscious drew back two steps toward behind. 许仁倒是被对方的架势吓了一跳,下意识的朝后面退了两步。 Sees only Yan Buhui to pick up own long sword, is cleaning the footprint of sword blade gently. 只见燕不悔捡起自己的长剑,轻轻擦拭着剑身的脚印。 „Is this fellow doing?” Under disciple talked in whispers, as if did not understand his approach. “这家伙在干嘛？”底下的弟子窃窃私语,似乎并不理解他的做法。 Regarding Yan Buhui, his life has one person and a thing is unable to disappoint. 对于燕不悔来说,他的人生有一人和一物是无法辜负的。 One person is own mother, he does not allow anybody to slander. 一人就是自己的母亲,他不允许任何人去污蔑。 The mother when he young was sick to pass away, actually that was not the big sickness, regarding Huang Family this big family, pill medicine can cure obviously. 母亲在他年幼的时候患病去世,其实那并不是什么大病,对于荒家这种大家族来说,明明一颗丹药就能治好。 But these people are tacitly approve anything not to manage, at that time he was only seven years old, personally saw mother to leave. 但那些人就是默认什么都不管,那时候他才七岁,亲眼看见母亲就这么离开。 At that time he pledged, must become the top dog, must destroy entire Huang Family to want a justice for mother. 那时候他就发誓,要成为人上人,要毁灭整个荒家为母亲讨个公道。 As for a thing was own sword, after mother passed away, this became his only dependence the sword. 至于一物就是自己的剑了,母亲去世后,这把剑就成了他唯一的依靠。 He does not have the friend, does not need these nonsense kinship, accompanied only his is this sword. 他没有朋友,也不需要那些狗屁亲情,唯一陪伴他的就是这把剑了。 This sword not just like brothers and good friends, whenever he grips the sword hilt time, he filled the infinite hope and self-confidence. 这把剑不单单就像兄弟和好朋友一样,每当他握住剑柄的时候,他就充满了无限的希望和自信。 That is his strength. 那是属于他自身的力量。 But now, this was actually stepped on by others the sword in the under foot. 而现在,这把剑却被别人踩在脚下。 Blood is flowing as before, put in order the sword on stained the blood. 身上的鲜血依旧在流着,就连整把剑上都沾满了血。 Blood red seemingly shocking, Yan Buhui can obviously feel own head faints heavy, present line of sight also in little fuzzy. 血红色的看上去触目惊心,燕不悔能明显感觉到自己的脑袋晕沉沉的,眼前的视线也在一点点模糊。 Yan Buhui lies down on the martial arts contest stage slowly, his ear thunders, the surrounding sound also starts becomes noisy. 燕不悔缓缓躺在比武台上,他的耳朵轰鸣,周围的声音也开始变得嘈杂起来。 „Mediocre, the trash, the waste,” he as if can hear the discussion that the surrounding these people disdain indistinctly. “不过如此,垃圾,废物,”他似乎能隐隐约约听见周围那些人不屑的议论声。 Calling out in grief of long sword, Yan Buhui can feel the mood of oneself that sword. 长剑的悲鸣,燕不悔能感受到自己那把剑的情绪。 Very small time, he can feel the mood of oneself sword, after growing up, he is clear, originally this was activated the martial tool intelligence. 很小的时候,他就能感受到自己剑的情绪,长大后他才明白,原来这是自己无意间激活了武器的灵性。 ............... …………… The line of sight is getting more and more fuzzy, eyelid also gradually heavy. 视线越来越模糊,眼皮也渐渐沉重了起来。 Yan Buhui such tranquil visits to call out in grief the long sword that he can feel passing of oneself vitality. 燕不悔就这么平静的看着悲鸣的长剑,他能感觉到自己生命力的流逝。 He remembered suddenly, from obtaining this sword since first day, he is unable to put down. 他突然想起了很多,从得到这把剑的第一天起,他就爱不释手。 Especially after mother leaves, he is to support the sword every day sleeps, almost the sword does not leave the body. 尤其是母亲离开以后,他每天都是拥剑而眠,几乎剑不离身。 They had once accompanied the innumerable years together, 他们曾一起陪伴过无数个岁月, Also spent the innumerable day and night, 也度过数不清的日夜, Once looked together moon/month, laughed heartily together, grew together, 曾一起看月,一起欢笑,一起成长, He also once poured out oneself all aspirations to the sword. 他也曾将自己所有的心声倾诉给剑。 ............ ………… „Soul is pale, he is not the cold blood weapon, but is my good brothers, how can be stepped on the under foot!” “魂淡啊,他可不是冷血的兵器,而是我的好兄弟,怎么能被人踩在脚下呢！” The Yan Buhui corners of the mouth are exuding the smile of getting over an emotion, he remembered the past long night extending endlessly, day that only the sword acts as companion. 燕不悔嘴角泛着释怀的笑容,他想起了往日长夜漫漫,唯剑作伴的日子。 Suddenly, has probably miraculous together from the back firm to the mind, his whole person was shocked. 猛然间,好像有一道灵光从后脊梁骨直冲脑海,他整个人都愣住了。 „Actually what is a sword?” “究竟什么才是剑？” The startling thunderclap crack in the heart, in the Yan Buhui mind a blank, has never had in his life at this moment so pure brightness. 惊雷炸响在心田,燕不悔脑海中一片空白,在他一生中从未有过此刻这般清明。 The present line of sight seemed changed to everywhere fog, near the ear rumble the sound was lingering on faintly, the sword light interwove the innumerable traces in the mind. 眼前的视线好似化作了漫天灰雾,耳边轰隆隆的声音不绝于耳,剑光在脑海中交织出无数条纹路。 „ I from riding the wind to tread the highest heaven, “我自乘风踏九霄, Portable three chi (0.33 m) Longquan swords! ” 手提三尺龙泉剑！” But in the outside world, the long sword starts to shiver slightly, sword qi fills the air continuously in his whole body. 而在外界,长剑开始微微颤抖起来,一缕缕剑气弥漫在他周身。 When that sword qi winding, the startling thunderclap crack, the dense fog scatters, Yan Buhui also stood up slowly the body. 当那剑气缠绕,惊雷炸响,迷雾驱散之时,燕不悔也缓缓的站起了身。 The myriad things all have the potential, the flowers and plants trees, the heroes, the world myriad things have own imposing manner. 万物皆有势,花草树木也罢,英雄豪杰也罢,世间万物都有属于自己的气势。 But the sword also has to be its sword potential, when the imposing manner condenses when the same place, present line of sight unprecedented clear, Yan Buhui as if saw some different things. 而剑也有属于它的剑势,当气势凝聚在一起,眼前的视线前所未有的清晰之时,燕不悔仿佛看见了一些不一样的东西。 „ intent, “意, That is sword intent. ” 那是剑意。” ............... …………… „Did this finish?” Under disciple talked in whispers. “这就结束了吗？”底下的弟子窃窃私语。 „Rookie does not know the immensity of heaven and earth, kills his sharp qi, making him know that this Outer Sect is not he can at will the dissolute place.” “新人不知天高地厚,杀杀他的锐气,让他知道这外门也不是他能随意放肆的地方。” „Dares to challenge Senior Brother Xu Ren, but also thinks that he has the big ability.” “敢挑战许仁师兄,还以为他有多大的能耐呢。” „Average not wonderful, this result I expected early.” “平平无奇,这结局我早都料到了。” Xu Ren sees Yan Buhui just like the dead dog appearance, shakes the head secretly, is preparing a foot to kick martial Tai it, ended this competition. 许仁看见燕不悔宛如死狗般的模样,暗自摇摇头,正准备一脚将其踢下武台,结束这场比试。 The realm disparity has not spanned easily, his young period is also Heaven's Chosen, initially enters Sacred Sect, makes a great show of one's talents. 境界的差距没那么容易就跨越,他年少时期也是天骄,初入圣宗,锋芒毕露。 But this world's most does not lack was Heaven's Chosen, the true powerhouses must have a heart of awe, can arrive at the final person is the true winner. 但这世界上最不缺的就是天骄了,真正的强者都要有一颗敬畏的心,能走到最后的人才是真正的赢家。 In this time, is seeing only sword qi to divide toward Xu Ren together. 正在这时,只见一道剑气朝许仁劈了过来。 Xu Ren stares, one side of the body, evaded slightly attack of sword qi, his vision looks to the front. 许仁一愣,身子一侧,微微避过了剑气的袭击,他目光看向前方。 Sees only the innumerable say/way to make the sword qi winding of person scalp tingles side Yan Buhui, but the youth who that had suffocated takes up the long sword unexpectedly, struggled to stand. 只见无数道令人头皮发麻的剑气缠绕在燕不悔身边,而那原本已经奄奄一息的青年竟然拿起长剑,挣扎着站了起来。 Yan Buhui only felt own innermost feelings have among heroic determination an except demon Heaven and Earth. 燕不悔只感觉自己内心有股除魔天地间的豪迈壮志。 His pupil shrinks, cold air holds breath into the brain after the back, as if Ruyan of miraculous glow in train of thought flower crack. 他瞳孔一缩,一股凉气从后脊梁倒吸入脑后,灵光在思绪中宛如烟花般炸响着。 The sword potential scatters, that fills the seed of intent to plant in the innermost feelings, his imposing manner is getting stronger and stronger, some quite the rising wind forebodes the coming storm spirits. 剑势驱散,那充满意的种子在内心种下,他身上气势越来越强,颇有些山雨欲来风满楼的气概。 The cheerful light of long sword in the hand is calling, innumerable sword intent as if covered the entire martial arts contest stage momentously, he opens the eyes slightly, whether there is to perform sword qi succinct, to burst out. 长剑在手中欢快的轻鸣着,无数剑意仿佛排山倒海般笼罩了整个比武台,他微微睁开双眼,有无尽剑气洗练、迸发而出。 „This, is this?” The Xu Ren complexion changes, the subconsciousness toward retroceding two steps, looks that float in endless sword qi that in everywhere dances in the air. “这,这是？”许仁面色一变,下意识朝后退了两步,看着那悬浮在漫天中飞舞的无尽剑气。 Yan Buhui wields the long sword slowly, innumerable sword qi as if found fell in torrents the mouth, all flew toward Xu Ren. 燕不悔缓缓挥动长剑,无数剑气都仿佛找到了倾泻口,全部朝许仁飞了过去。 Xu Ren looks that the martial arts contest stage will fully occupy, as if the sword prison scene, he fully realized that oneself could not avoid, lifted the sword to welcome hastily. 许仁看着那将比武台都占满,仿佛剑狱般的场景,他深知自己躲避不了,连忙举剑相迎。 „Sonorous” a sound gets up, long sword sparks flying in all directions, Xu Ren only feels both hands shaken tingling with numbness. “铿锵”一声响起,长剑火花四溅,许仁只感觉双手被震的发麻。 His complexion is panic-stricken, forehead cold sweat directing current, among two people has several small realm disparities obviously, but this is only sword qi can only receive merely together unexpectedly reluctantly. 他面色惊骇,额头冷汗直流,明明两人之间有着好几个小境界的差距,但这仅仅只是一道剑气自己竟然只能勉强接下。