The eighth day of August.
Under the Cuiyun Peak, since the blood stained the green mountains, the Xie family has once again closed the mountain and closed the village. No outsiders are seen, and no one even walks around in the rivers and lakes.
In front of the green water lake, the shadow of the mountain towers upside down. In the distance, there are painted pillars and carved beams hidden on the mountainside. It is a majestic and magnificent scene.
And by the lakeside, a thatched cottage was built at an unknown time. In the cottage, a person was sitting cross-legged on the ground, breathing heavily. There was a sword across his knees. His gray hair was disheveled and he was dressed in simple clothes. It was Xie Wangsun, the owner of Shenjian Villa. .
He was very cautious, so cautious that he no longer believed that others could guard the pass up the mountain. Moreover, Xie Xiaofeng's retreat was at a critical juncture, and he couldn't make any mistakes, so he had no choice but to do it himself.
The rain outside the house is like fine hair, and the sky is gray.
Let's say that he was practicing as usual. Er's ears trembled, his closed eyes suddenly opened, a light burst out in his eyes, and he had already swept out of the thatched cottage with his sword.
The wind and rain hit his face. Xie Wangsun frowned and squinted, but he saw a carriage slowly driving over in the rain. There was no one on board, only the horses pacing aimlessly.
However, there was a brand new coffin on the carriage, a black coffin,
The moment Xie Wangsun made a move, a dozen figures quickly appeared from the forest on all sides and surrounded the carriage tightly.
"Open it and take a look!" Xie Wangsun said with uncertain eyes, "Be careful of fraud!"
However, when the two Xie disciples carefully opened the coffin lid, they all screamed involuntarily, their expressions suddenly changed, and they subconsciously took two steps back: "Ah, the owner of the village, it's the second young master... Xie Longteng!"
Xie Wangsun walked closer, and when he saw his second son Xie Longteng lying inside, his breath was suffocated. His lips trembled and moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
But I saw Xie Longteng lying naked in it, but the most shocking thing was that his body was almost covered with knife marks and sword wounds, densely packed, some old and new, and the latest one was on his throat, which was also fatal. of wounds.
Everyone present was a veteran of the martial arts world, with extraordinary eyesight. After just one glance, their expressions changed drastically, and they sternly exclaimed: "Master of the village, although this person has been removed from the family tree, even so, our Xie family cannot take it lightly. disgrace."
Xie Wangsun's expression also became serious. There is no doubt that Xie Longteng's swordsmanship was enough to enter the palace and dominate the martial arts world. However, he died in such a miserable way.
Looking at the old and new sword wounds again, an elder of the Xie clan was surprised and said: "Master, look at his wrists and ankles, there are traces of being chained."
Xie Wangsun Yiyan took a look and saw a circle of scars on Xie Longteng's wrist. His pupils trembled and he was silent for a few breaths. He took a long and deep breath and said expressionlessly: "Someone imprisoned him. , fight with him every once in a while, and then heal his injuries, and then fight again when the injuries are healed... This is Dian Cang Sword Technique, this is Kunlun Sword Technique, Huashan Sword Technique, Xie Family Sword Technique..."
Xie Wangsun walked around the coffin twice, and could see the origin of the sword move from the location of the scar and the direction of the sword's edge. The more he looked at it, the weirder his expression became, and the look of shock on his face became more and more serious, as if he had seen something terrible. things.
An elder from the tribe concentrated on guessing: "The first sword wound probably appeared more than two years ago, and Long Teng's whereabouts were unknown three years ago. It seems..."
"That's wrong. Long Teng should have been captured not long after he was injured. However, for a period of time at first, this person could not benefit from the fight, but after half a year, his swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds." Xie Wangsun shook his head and interrupted the other party's words, with complicated eyes. , and revealed an indescribable shock, "That man continues to draw experience from his sword against the enemy, squeezing out what he has learned throughout his life, and his skills will increase with each fight, and his progress will be astonishing."
The others heard the words and took a closer look. At first glance, they all gasped and felt their hands and feet were cold and the drizzle was biting.
It's amazing.
A martial arts requires a lot of energy and time just to get a glimpse of it, let alone to enter the hall and practice it. It takes several years or even decades of immersion. You have to practice hard day and night in the spring, autumn, cold and summer. Thank you Wang Sun. The man in his mouth could actually be so diligent in the fight between life and death.
What makes them even more uneasy is that these wounds include both sword wounds and knife wounds. The sword skills include all kinds of swordsmanship, and almost everything Xie Longteng has learned is turned into a means to strengthen himself. The sword skills are also extraordinary, just because of the sword. There are even more scars than sword wounds.
And most importantly... the swordsmanship of the Xie family is also on top...
Natural enemies.
This is simply a poisonous dragon that Xie Longteng raised with his own flesh and blood. It is also the natural enemy and nemesis of his Xie clan.
"This man had his injuries healed before taking action. He recovered from his injuries and fought with all his strength, but in the end he was snatched away by a sword... No, this was a sword. He was killed with one strike." Xie Wangsun's pupils suddenly shrank. As if he saw something unexpected, he lost his voice in horror, "Hiss, knife-melting sword move!"
Xie Wangsun suddenly seemed to understand the other party's intention, his eyes flashed, his body trembled, and he said hoarsely: "I understand, he has learned Xie's sword skills, and the scars all over his body are his sword skills. He It was sent to Xiaofeng on purpose... The archenemy of my Xie family has appeared!!!"
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Inside Jinling City.
There is a lake in mist and rain. There is a pavilion in the middle of the lake, and there are people in the pavilion.
The visitor jumped up from the lakeside, soaring as if flying, and rose and fell several times in the rain like a startled tiger treading on snow and mud, leaving a few ripples on the lake. When he looked again, he was already standing in the pavilion and respectfully reported: "Big Shopkeeper, the things have been delivered."
The wind and rain were swaying outside the pavilion, and the black robe was billowing inside the pavilion. The young man was sitting in the pavilion, with a table in front of him, a red fire on the table, and a pot of green tea boiling on the stove.
Opposite him, there is actually a place with a pair of teacups.
The people in the pavilion were drinking tea, looking at the rain, looking at the vast sky and earth in the rain, and said warmly: "What do you want to ask?"
The man first laughed a few times: "Hey, Xie Longteng is good at martial arts." The big shopkeeper treated him well, but he wanted to die. It was really puzzling. "
The man in the pavilion played with the tea cup and sighed: "You don't understand. He was hit by a sword in his right hand. It is difficult for him to make progress in swordsmanship for the rest of his life. He has been practicing hard with his left hand for many years, but he has made little progress. Moreover, Xie's swordsmanship He can use his left and right hands at the same time. No matter how good he is with his left hand, he still can't win. For some people, not being able to win is more uncomfortable than killing them. He is suffering too much. After all these years of exchanging advice and advice with him, In terms of love, I can only give him a ride."
His subordinates nodded as if in a sudden state of mind: "That's it!"
The person in the pavilion smiled lightly: "Are you really sure you understand?"
Unexpectedly, when he smiled, the person behind him also smiled, it was a sinister sneer.
"Hey hey hey..."
As they laughed, a hand grabbed the back of the person in the pavilion like lightning.
Thunder rumbled in the rain, and lightning flashed across the sky.
Through the pale cold electricity, one can already see the terrifying aspect of this hand; it is as hideous and grotesque as a sharp claw, and is red and terrifying, as if stained with blood, and there is a strong wind of fishy wind when it is waved, which is obviously a highly poisonous thing.
"Red Demon Hand!"
"Know the goods."
As soon as the claw shadow appeared, the person trying to stay steady turned into claw shadows all over the sky at the moment of leaping and lunging, hoping to defeat the enemy with one blow.
The man in the pavilion glanced back, and the claw shadows tearing through the air and flying all over the sky suddenly disappeared.
He held the cup in his right hand, and held the knife in his left hand. The blade of the knife was backwards, and the back of the knife was already on the left side of the uninvited guest's neck. It was difficult for ghosts and gods to guard against him.
There is also a cutting edge on the back of the knife.
The man in the pavilion drank the tea in his cup and sneered, "Are you Yi Ye Cei?"
Yiye cried with shock: "Young Master Ghost, please... spare my life!!!"
