After Song Xin gradually recovered his vision, he found himself on a boat walking along the river. The river was very wide, and the banks on both sides were just a vague gray shadow. The air was cold and humid, with a hint of silence.

There was a man standing on the bow of the boat. He heard the movement behind him and turned around.

When Song Xin saw this man's face, she was stunned at that time, "You are..."

The person in front of him was exactly the same as himself. However, this face became a little more mature and steady, as if he was growing up. But there was a faint look of sorrow hidden between his eyebrows.

"You are here at Xin Youmi. You have paid tribute to me, why have you forgotten?" After seeing Song Xin, the man's frown was slightly relaxed.

"Xin Youmi, aren't you a warrior from the Spring and Autumn Period?" Song Xin didn't expect that this person was Xin Youmi.

Xin Youmi smiled, "You are not curious, why do I look the same as you?"

Song Xin said: "I don't know."

"You have two pieces of Yuan Soul fragments in your body, and you are not the one at this time, aren't you?"

Song Xin was secretly surprised and couldn't help but frown slightly. Xin Youmi smiled faintly, "It seems that I'm saying it's right."

Song Xin asked, "How do you know these?"

Xin Youmi said, "I used to be you. In other words, you, me, and the Yuan soul that was assimilated by you once belonged to one person. Maybe she will tell you when you meet Miss Yun." After that, he pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand and drew out a bronze sword with a whistle.

Song Xin was shocked. The man wanted to take action. Then he pinched his palm in the air, and a long sword was pinched in the palm of his hand.

"Are you going to fight? You just said, "Have you met Miss Yun? Who is she?"

Xin Youmi said, "Haha, if you can not be defeated by me, I will naturally let you see her. I want to see your methods. If you lose, you will be integrated by me. Then your current consciousness will become a part of me and your body will belong to me."

"Fusion?" Song Xin was stunned.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Xin Youmi's bronze sword pointed at Song Xin's cheek and arrived in an instant.

Song Xin didn't expect the opponent to take action so quickly. He flashed back and made way for the bronze sword. At the same time, the long sword attached to his back, and drew out the sword with a beautiful backhand, facing Xin Youmi's sword force.

The two swords intersected and a spark was smashed, and both of them were bounced away.

Xin Youmi suddenly lowered his body and attacked again. Song Xin did not show any weakness, and attacked against the opponent's sword.

Xin Youmi's body technique was very flexible. He flashed his attack sideways, and the bronze sword was wrapped up again. The bronze sword was much shorter than the long sword, and Xin Youmi's sword skills were mostly based on close-fitting and melee combat, like a lively blue snake, dangerous and agile.

Song Xin knew the advantages and disadvantages of his long sword, and used the Tiangang Step to continuously control the distance with his opponent. The two of them played a role on the boat.

After several consecutive moves, the moves were resolved by the opponent.

"He has a very strong sword skills. If he uses a long sword, I'm afraid Brother Wei may not be able to win quickly! I have also taken advantage of the weapons."

Song Xin was secretly shocked. Although this man used a bronze sword, his sword skills were wonderful and varied. He also secretly had the idea of ​​fighting with Xin Youmi and secretly learning the other party's sword skills. After all, such an opponent is rare.

He began to parry frequently, but focused on the opponent's method of attacking. At the same time, he was also using a long sword to test the strength of the opponent's sword, so as to determine whether it was a suspicious soldier or a surprise soldier.

"Do you only know how to defend?" Xin Youmi seemed to see Song Xin's thoughts and sarcastically said casually.

"Hehe, let's be invincible first!"

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Song Xin replied. Xin Youmi didn't know this, but he felt that it made some sense. This sentence came from Sun Tzu's Art of War, which means that when encountering an opponent with equal strength, he would first be invincible, and then look for an opportunity to defeat the enemy. Sun Wu was hundreds of years later than Xin Youmi's time, so he naturally didn't know.

Xin Youmi leaned down and avoided Song Xin's sword that slashed his neck. He finally successfully approached Song Xin. The bronze sword gently pushed forward and was about to stab Song Xin under his ribs.

"Okay!" Song Xin couldn't help but applaud, and at the same time, his feet were misstepped, and his body turned, and he almost avoided the sword. At the same time, his long sword was crossed in front of his chest, and at this time, Xin Youmi's elbow tip had already arrived.

A muffled bang directly hit Song Xin's sword's sword. Song Xin took a step back slightly, but took the opportunity to open the distance again.

"You can actually see through this move, it's not bad." Xin Youmi put away the bronze sword and couldn't help but admire.

"I have never seen sword skills before, but it is not so easy for you to defeat me. If it weren't for the limitations, you would have been defeated long ago." Song Xin said with a smile.

"Haha, are you talking about spiritual power? Why don't we limit ourselves and fight with spiritual power."

"What! So are you?" Song Xin was still surprised, and felt a wave of spiritual power coming from Xin Youmi's body.

At the same time, the bronze sword in his hand suddenly changed color. The originally dark golden sword body began to shine, and the blade also had a faint purple thunder and lightning.

"Haha, OK!" Song Xin shook his hand, his spiritual power penetrated through the long sword, making a buzzing sound like a dragon roar. The silver sword energy penetrated the sword body and jumped excitedly on the long sword.

"Sword Qi! You have actually cultivated the sword Qi!? OK!" Xin Youmi was a little surprised, but more excited.

"Look at whether my thunder sword energy is strong, or your silver sword energy is better!" He laughed loudly, and the copper sword instantly stabbed out with the momentum of thunder. The water vapor all over his body seemed to have become a bathhouse of lightning, allowing them to rush and swim in it.

Song Xin felt that the hairs on her body were standing up due to static electricity, and she was very frightened.

The two of them fought again, which was completely different from the moment. With the blessing of spiritual power, the two of them were as fast as the wind, and the wooden boat under their feet was blown by spiritual power and wood chips flew around. They jumped into the water, fought in the water, and jumped high and landed on the boat.

Just now, he was still like an ordinary swordsman competing with swords. Now the speed of this flash current star is enough to make people dazzle. If Wei Tong was here, he might have been shocked and dropped his chin.

However, Song Xin gradually understood Xin Youmi's swordsmanship and sometimes used his tricks to fight back.

After a "swish", the sword of the sky pressed towards Xin Youmi's head. He dodged and the wooden boat was chopped in half by Song Xin's sword. Then, under the power of the sword energy, the broken boat was directly pressed into wood chips. The two fell directly on the water surface. At the same time, they started to escape, standing on the rippling water surface like walking on the ground.

"It turns out that he is a powerful warrior. He has been fighting for an hour and there is no sign of fatigue at all."

Song Xin became more and more frightened as he fought. This guy seemed to have endless strength. Could it be that he is artificial flesh and has a permanent energy furnace in his body?

Xin Youmi was also surprised, "This kid is not old and has no less talent than mine in swordsmanship. He can actually learn tricks from me!"

"Hey, what's your sword technique called?" Xin Youmi asked.

"Xuanhuang Sword Technique."

Xin Youmi said, "It's good, but the name is ugly."

"Haha, no matter how ugly it sounds, it's not my name! Look at the sword!" Song Xin didn't know how to pay attention to him. He shouted, and a trace of heavenly power in the sword energy slashed towards Xin Youmi's face.

Although he only understood one sword energy, his power was already great

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.Because of the limitation of weapons, the sword energy of the Xuanhuang Sword Technique cannot be used to the extreme, otherwise the iron sword will not be able to withstand it will collapse instantly.

But even if there is only a trace of power from heaven, it still makes people feel that they are under the sky, and they are inseparable and can only resist. This power is the easiest among the eight sword energy of Xuanhuang Sword Art, but it is also the most difficult to master.

Xin Youmi also saw that the sword technique was special, and gritted his teeth and sent a ray of spiritual power into the bronze sword and knocked it towards the long sword.

After a loud noise of gold and iron, a silver-white whirlwind was wrapped in purple light ripples and spread from the intersection of the two swords. Song Xin only felt a numb wind swept across his cheeks, and then blew more than one foot high on the surrounding water surface. The broken and struggling wooden boat was instantly swallowed by the huge waves and disappeared without a trace.

Xin Youmi only felt a huge suction force coming from his arm, and Song Xin's body also became taller in his eyes, as if a giant god was looking at him. But Song Xin in front of him was still like that, and he didn't know why he had this illusion.

But he was a master of swordsmanship after all, and he gritted his teeth and resisted the attack.

Xin Youmi was getting more and more frightened. Unexpectedly, this sword technique still had such a strange power. However, after resisting for several rounds, he seemed to see the weakness of Song Xin's sword technique.

That is, Song Xin cannot release his power as he wishes because his weapons are too weak.

"Okay, I won't fight anymore!" Xin Youmi suddenly jumped away and said loudly.

"Why don't you fight?" Song Xin took a few steps back and stood on the water.

"Your swordsmanship is good. But your iron sword is too weak. If you can replace it with spiritual weapons, I will definitely not be your opponent. It would be meaningless if we continue to fight."

"You're right. I have a spiritual weapon, but a short knife, which I can't use."

"Your sword technique should have seven kinds of sword energy, right?"

Song Xin nodded and said, "Well, yes, this sword technique can cultivate eight kinds of sword energy, and I only realized one."

"So, you only know a sword energy that cannot defeat me." Xin Youmi shook her head conceitedly.

"Didn't you have no choice but to do anything to me?" Song Xin did not show any weakness.

"Hahaha, you are so arrogant. I have seen all your methods. If you continue to fight, you will still have a draw. If you can understand another sword energy, you may have a chance."

"I don't believe it." Song Xin was a little surprised. This man was crazy, and he was no longer crazy.

"Hehe, you still have a flaw. If you only have one sword, you can only control a sword energy at the same time. When you change it, there will inevitably be a breath of time. When you meet a master, this breath will be enough to crush your bones and ashes!"

"I really didn't expect this, thank you. But why did you tell me?"

"I want to see your potential, and I want to see the more wonderful part of your sword technique."

"My potential?" Song Xin was a little surprised. This man was really a swordsman.

"Well, I can ask you to meet Miss Yun. If she is willing to help you practice, you will not be in vain this time!"

"You haven't said who she is yet?"

Xin Youmi didn't answer, but just turned her head and said, "Well, you can go to see her!"

"You haven't said who you've met yet?"

Xin Youmi ignored it, and his figure slowly became transparent, then disintegrated into countless lights like fireflies, and then gathered into a spiritual group the size of a fingertip.

"He is a spirit?" Song Xin was stunned.

At this moment, the surrounding scenery changed again.
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