In the Yan's Ancestral Hall.
Before dawn, the young man got up early, carried his bamboo stick, braved the wind and rain, and came to practice his sword.
Sure enough, you can't do it behind closed doors. Since the swordsmanship with Li Muchan, they have learned each other's swordsmanship. In just two months, his swordsmanship has made great progress, and the swordsmanship he has learned in the past has also been reflected in an astonishing way. Integrated entry and exit.
And he could also notice that Li Muchan's sword skills were also undergoing earth-shaking changes.
This man's use of the sword was weird at first, and then it was brilliant and perfect, and then it was completely messed up. It was obvious that the sword move was extremely exquisite one moment, but the next move became terrible.
But this is not a bad thing. He can see that this man is practicing his sword carefully. No one is born perfect, and the same goes for his sword skills.
Once upon a time, there were people who wielded their swords thousands of times day and night, regardless of spring and autumn, cold or hot, and achieved a fast sword that was unique in the martial arts world, and became famous all over the world; there were also people who did not change at all times, drawing and swinging swords all day long, and finally achieved The sword skills are astonishing and almost divine.
Common things can be amazingly learned only by repeating them in this way, but they cannot see through the changes.
Those thousands, even tens of thousands, tens of thousands of swings and chops, each sword and each cut are different.
Although there seems to be no difference, and it sounds no different, in order to achieve the most perfect technique, in order to master the most subtle changes in each move, we seek the highest sword, the most powerful sword, and after thousands of tempers, speed, strength, and angle, And reactions, all changes from superficial to subtle, are invisible to the naked eye.
This is a state.
In his eyes, Li Muchan was transitioning from a superficial realm to a subtle realm, constantly searching for better skills of his own, killing skills.
This person's perseverance is terrible. Not only is he very competitive, he is also cruel to himself.
It may not be difficult to do something, but what is difficult is to persist day and night; and Li Muchan is so competitive that he even wants to win himself, breaking the limit again and again, and then constantly challenging the limit.
Very urgent.
Yan Shisan could already feel that this person was eager to gain strength.
horrible.
But so does he.
The old cloth shoes stepped on the puddles on the ground, and Yan Shisan walked into the ancestral hall. He suddenly twitched his nose and smelled a hint of blood. His eyes wandered for a moment and turned to the corner.
Li Muchan was meditating and breathing. Even though his clothes were already soaked, the strong blood could not be washed away. His face was too pale to look like a living person, and his eyes were so faint that they didn't look like a living person.
Yan Shisan hesitated: "Are you injured?"
Li Muchan said warmly: "No, I just encountered something and lost too much energy."
Yan Shisan's eyes moved: "Did you kill those people on the street?"
Hearing these words, Li Muchan raised his eyebrows: "Who is it?"
Yan Shisan did not approach, but stood at the door, retracting his thin body into the corner, watching the surroundings, and whispered: "People from the Divine Sword Villa. I heard that even the 'Flying Phoenix Female Swordsman' Xie Fenghuang is here." Dead, that person was Hua Shaokun's wife, Xie Wangsun's sister, Xie Xiaofeng's aunt, and the remaining forty-three Xie family members. They were all killed and placed in front of the 'Confucius Temple'."
Looking at Li Muchan's gradually wry smile, Yan Shisan continued: "And the murderer left a message."
Li Muchan asked: "What are you talking about?"
Yan Shisan suddenly smiled: "The murderer, 'Ghost Master' Li Muchan."
Li Muchan rubbed his eyebrows: "I did kill people last night, but those were not the ones I killed. I guess it was the handiwork of my wife... Mr. Ghost, haha, how tacky."
Yan Shisan's eyes widened, as if he was extremely surprised: "You still have a wife?"
Li Muchan rolled his eyelids: "What? Isn't it normal for a young hero like me, who is both civilized and martial, to be obsessed with all the chivalrous women in the world?"
Yan Shisan's smile was even weirder and stiff, with the corners of his mouth twitching and his cheeks twitching: "A chivalrous woman? There will probably be no more in the future, just for this reason. In addition, you have also practiced the 'Ghost Secret Book', and become a member of the 'Ghost Group'" The descendant of "Gui", from now on, the word "Li Muchan" will mean an evil heretic, a white martial arts, a famous and upright sect, and everyone will be able to punish him."
Li Muchan didn't panic after hearing this, but smiled and nodded: "Isn't it great?"
Yan Shisan said in surprise: "Is this okay?"
Li Muchan stood up and said casually: "This world is treacherous and people's hearts are sinister. Everyone has a face in front of others and a face behind others. They are cunning and unpredictable. Compared with the evil heretics, at least you know them." They are not good people, but those so-called upright people from well-known families, old men and martial arts veterans, may be kind and benevolent and righteous on the outside, but secretly they are men stealing and women prostituted, insidious and despicable..."
At this point, he took a deep breath, his eyes changed slightly, and said quietly: "Since I have entered the world with the 'Ghost Secret Book', I don't need to care about the name of kindness. I will hate those who hate me. If you kill me, I will kill myself. Why should you care whether the front is good or evil, whether you are a friend or an enemy."
Yan Shisan sighed: "People like you are really terrible. If martial arts is successful in the future, there will be a lot of turmoil in the world."
"Unrest?" Li Muchan sneered, and then sighed meaningfully, "How can it be turbulent?"
His laughter suddenly changed, he looked at Yan Shisan and said softly: "Since I am already an evil heretic, it's time for you to leave. I have to wait here for two days."
Yan Shisan didn't want Yan Shisan to imitate Li Muchan's previous behavior and rolled his eyes: "Could you be deliberately putting on a show just to compete with me for this place?"
The two looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly they both laughed again.
"I am neither a white man, nor a black man, nor a right or evil man." Yan Shisan looked at the bamboo stick in his hand and said with hope as if he was thinking about the road, "I just want to see the scenery at the peak of martial arts and kendo. .”
He looked at Li Muchan again and said, "It's time for you to practice your sword."
Li Muchan nodded: "Okay!"
After saying that, Yan Shisan asked curiously: "So, since you already have a wife, do you have any children? Is it a boy or a girl? Is your wife pretty?"
Li Muchan's eyes squinted: "You dare to miss my wife?"
Yan Shisan shook his head and said, "I'm wondering what kind of wife someone like you can marry and what kind of son he can have."
Li Muchan narrowed her eyes and smiled: "She wants to kill me, and I want to kill her too."
Yan Shisan was silent for a while before speaking: "It's reasonable."
While the two were talking, they drifted into the rain, and their swords moved together.
…
In front of Confucius Temple.
The wind has not stopped and the rain has not stopped.
But I saw a group of people walking from a distance in the misty rain. They were all wearing bamboo hats and raincoats, and underneath they were dressed in black and white attire unique to the Xie family. They all carried swords, and their expressions were as cold as ice, and their eyes were full of hatred and murderous aura. The sky and the earth are so vast that it makes people not startled but frightened and shuddered.
In addition to the Xie family's children, there is also Hua Shaokun, the "Wandering Dragon Swordsman" who fought against Murong Ying last night.
In front of them, forty-four corpses were lined up neatly in the rain.
In addition to the death of "Flying Phoenix Female Swordsman" Xie Fenghuang, two elders of the Xie family and forty-one disciples of the clan were also killed.
These people had sword wounds, palm wounds, knife wounds, and claw wounds on their bodies.
Some of them had their bodies torn apart and were sewn up with needles and threads. Their chests were empty, with a hole dripping with blood exposed; some had their sternums completely shattered, and there was a frightening purple palm print on their chests. The purple color was so intense that it almost penetrated the bones. Penetrating into the marrow, it is extremely horrifying; there are also knife wounds and sword marks, the knife cuts the neck, the sword picks the throat, and they are all killed in one move.
"Although my aunt's swordsmanship has not reached its peak, she has already entered the palace and was killed with one sword." A clear and lonely voice suddenly sounded from behind all the Xie family's children, "Is the second brother still missing?"
The crowd parted like a tide, and then they saw a somewhat frail figure walking out.
This man was a bit short in stature, and his bamboo hat and raincoat seemed extremely ill-fitting, but his steps were so steady that it made people's hearts tremble. His aura was even calmer, and he was rooted to the ground, as if his thin and thin back, which was not very broad, was bearing a huge weight, which was weighing him down. Unable to move quickly.
"Dian Cang Sword Technique!"
"Kunlun Sect's Feilong Dajiu Style!"
"Huashan School's Wandering Dragon Sword Technique!"
"Ghost claws grab people's souls. Is this the 'Secret Book of Ghosts'?"
…
The visitor scanned the wounds on the corpse one by one, and found out that there were countless treasures in their possession, and they came out one by one, and then walked step by step to Xie Fenghuang's body.
Looking at the sword wound that penetrated the corpse's throat, wet marks suddenly slid down the tender cheek under the bamboo hat.
It turned out that this was a young man, and what he carried on his back was not a huge heavy object, but a rather old sword, four feet long, just slung across his back; the scabbard was black, and the sword was The ears are apricot yellow and have long been mottled and faded, but the quaint sword e still shines faintly in the rain.
This sword is not a sharp weapon forged by famous masters, nor is it a famous sword from ancient times, but it is a divine sword that is unparalleled in the world.
Because it is called the Divine Sword, the Xie Family Divine Sword.
Hundreds of years ago, Xie Tian founded the "Excalibur Villa". With this sword, he defeated the world's masters, won the championship in swordsmanship, and was regarded as "the best sword in the world."
The long sword was trembling, and it was making an inexplicable sound, which sounded clear to my ears, just like the roar of a dragon.
As soon as the sword sounded, the swords behind the dozens of Xie's disciples began to tremble as if provoked by the sword's will.
The young man turned his eyes and looked at Xie Fenghuang's face, which was stained with blood and had dozens of shocking sword marks on it. Taken together, it was,
"The murderer, Mr. Phantom, Li Muchan!!"
