Li Yanyun discovered that Zhao Rang's sword had exhausted all changes. There are no moves in the sword, it seems like an extraordinary thing that was born naturally when chaos first emerged.
If his Twelve Sword Styles must be evolved from his opponent's moves in order to defeat each other, then facing Zhao Rang's extraordinary sword move, Li Yanyun had nothing to do.
This is an artistic conception that overlooks the common people, but at the same time blends into all things. Li Yanyun's eyes widened and he was sweating.
He originally thought that his twelve sword moves were the most terrifying sword moves in the world, but he never expected that Zhao Rang could make him helpless and kill him with just one strike.
The eleven styles of swords created by Shang Shiyi, the king of swordsmen in the north, collapsed and disintegrated under Zhao Rang's sword, which was like a god, a devil, a ghost and a fairy, until it was completely destroyed.
The blade was already very close to Li Yanyun's neck.
Shang Shiyi, who was standing aside and had long said he would not interfere, moved. He didn't have a knife in his hand, and he slashed with just one palm. His momentum was strong, and he was no weaker than the blade of a knife!
"Master Zhao, please keep someone under the knife!"
With Shang Shiyi's status, it is indeed a taboo to not keep his words. Even though there are no outsiders here, God is watching what people do. If you do too many things that offend your conscience, sooner or later you will be punished.
But he still chose to block it, which shows that the situation has become extremely urgent.
Even Shang Shiyi didn't have absolute confidence that he could definitely block Zhao Rang's blade. At this moment, he only wanted to make Zhao Rang's blade pause and slow down, so as to gain a little bit of victory for his disciple. Just time.
Unless Shang Shiyi breaks through the moves with force and uses his own powerful martial arts skills to challenge him. But in this case, Zhao Rang will be affected by the counterattack and suffer serious internal injuries.
He doesn't want anything to happen to his disciple, nor does he want Zhao Rang to get hurt... There is no way to have both in this world, so he can only take one step at a time and see what happens!
Fortunately, Shang Shiyi finally found this method.
His apprentice Li Yanyun was not injured, and Zhao Rang was not injured.
Just when the three parties were about to meet, Zhao let the blade deflect slightly by two and a half inches, and it passed by the side of Shang Shiyi's palm and the front of Li Yanyun's neck.
After all, Zhao Rang's purpose was not to kill people.
The meaning of gambling is fairness. Before it starts, everyone has half the chance of winning. Only a fair win or loss will make people convinced. Zhao Rang's purpose is to convince Li Yanyun.
Sometimes it is much harder to convince a person than to kill him.
When Zhao Rang's blade passed his throat, Li Yanyun's whole body became terrified. His head seemed to be torn open.
Perhaps it was this moment that made Li Yanyun feel that death was so close, so he thought of many, many...
I remembered that fifteen years ago, when I was young, I saw my father die under the knife of the Sihaiyoulong Gang. I remembered that the only valuable thing in my family was an iron pot, which was also smashed and taken away. I remembered that my sister and mother were brutally killed. After the rape, he couldn't bear the humiliation and threw himself into the river. I remembered myself crying in a pool of blood, and I remembered Shang Shiyi pulling him up with a knife...
Turning around again, he remembered the bucket of cold clean water every morning and the things the master asked him to carry, as well as the noodle soup with a poached egg lying on it after sunset.
Since he was picked up by his master, there are only two things in his life - the master and the knife.
When his sword is not as fast as others, not only his confidence collapses, but also half of his life.
"Thank you Mr. Zhao for showing mercy!"
Shang Shiyi said in a deep voice.
If Zhao Rang had just cut him off like this, he wouldn't be able to say anything. Since you want to gamble, you have to settle for your destiny. You will lose money by gambling, and you will lose your life by gambling.
"Senior, you are serious. I didn't intend to kill anyone."
Zhao Rang waved his hand and said.
Shang Shiyi looked at him meaningfully for a while, and finally couldn't help but said:
"I didn't expect that Mr. Zhao has already understood the secret of 'power' at such an age, and can also master one or two! Sooner or later, he will definitely stand at the top of the martial arts, ranking first-class!"
With Shang Shiyi's cultivation background and eyesight, it is not difficult to see the details of Zhao Rang's sword. Therefore, Zhao Rang did not deny it. After all, this thing could not be hidden from anyone. Besides, since he had used it, he had no intention of hiding it.
"Senior is so complimentary. It was only by chance that I got some insights."
Shang Shiyi was convinced and nodded in agreement.
He thought he had reached the realm of a third-level martial arts grandmaster, but he had no understanding of 'power' like Ye Sanniang. Shang Shiyi was once distressed and even depressed because he could not understand and master such magical power. But now, he no longer dwells on this, but seeing Zhao Rang being able to use it so easily, he still couldn't help but sigh.
He opened his mouth to say something, but heard a "pop" sound next to him. The two of them looked back and saw that the knife in Li Yanyun's hand fell to the ground, and he was kneeling on his knees, his eyes were blank, his lips were still trembling slightly, and he was muttering something to himself.
What Shang Eleven was going to say turned into a heavy sigh.
He knew that his apprentice could not withstand the blow of failure, but he didn't know how to comfort him for a while. Perhaps for a young man with a sharp edge, some setbacks may not be a bad thing. Although the turtle has a long life, it still has its time. Shang Shiyi thought to himself that at this age, he could not protect Li Yanyun under his wings all his life. He had to make him suffer in order to know how big the world was!
"What kind of sword technique is this?"
Li Yanyun's originally dull and empty eyes slowly regained some focus.
Zhao Rang stared into his eyes, thought for a while, and said:
"Zhao Family Sword!"
After hearing this, Li Yanyun frowned, Minsi thought hard for a while, shook his head and said:
"This is not your swordsmanship."
Zhao Rang sighed and said:
"Since it came from my hand, why isn't it my sword technique?"
Li Yanyun's face flashed with confusion.
The words exceeded his knowledge.
In his opinion, whoever's swordsmanship is his own, it is unique in the world! Others cannot use it or imitate it. Just like his master Shang Shiyi created eleven styles of swordsmanship, later evolved a twelfth style, and then passed these twelve styles of swordsmanship to him, then he is the only owner and user.
If Zhao Rang didn't know about his experience in the previous fifteen years, he would just think that he was a fool and would not care about him. Now, Zhao Rang knows that he is just a knife without a scabbard.
A knife without a scabbard only shows off its edge. What Zhao Rang wanted to do was to put a scabbard on the knife. But the scabbard is invisible, because it is not outside, but inside.
"Just take it as what you said."
"But there are still flaws in your sword!"
Li Yanyun changed the subject, raised his knees from the ground, and patted the yellow pine needles stained on his pants.
Li Yanyun said the last sentence very firmly, as if he had regained his confidence!
He thought Zhao Rang would refute, but Zhao Rang admitted openly:
"You're right, I just started practicing."
Both Zhao Rang and Shang Shiyi knew that this was a true statement, because no one could tell the origin of "power". They could only rely on personal luck and luck, and they could not see or find it.
"Yun'er, don't be infatuated! Master Zhao's sword is destiny!"
Li Yanyun made no move when he heard this. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly said to Shang Shiyi:
"Master, I want to go out into the world of martial arts by myself!"
Shang Shiyi lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then slowly answered:
"The original intention of being a teacher is also to let you travel on your own, increase your knowledge, and learn more about the world of people in this world... Nai He... Nai He..."
People are sentimental.
Shang Eleven couldn't help but choke up when he reached this point.
Li Yanyun had indeed started his own travels before. However, although Shang Shiyi and he were called masters and apprentices, they were actually like father and son. Therefore, they could not rest assured, so they secretly followed and protected them. As a result, this delivery was sent to the Western Region.
In the end, I still don’t feel reassured. Thinking that as long as you survive, you can protect him. But now that he heard him say this with his own ears, Shang Shiyi's heart was loosened a lot.
The dusk in the mountains is vast, and the evening wind blows away, clearing away the mist, and is replaced by bursts of pine waves. The sword light just now has completely dissipated. No one knew that on the mountainside of Songtao Mountain in the Western Region, a swordsman had just completed his baptism.
"Since you have such intentions, no matter how persistent you are as a teacher, it is just your own infatuation! Yun'er, remember, there is only one rule left in this world besides staying safe and being wise!"
Zhao Rang was also fascinated by what he heard. In particular, he felt that the words "keep one's integrity" and "protect oneself wisely" should have nothing to do with Shang Shiyi.
"What is it?"
Li Yanyun asked.
"What the hell!"
After hearing this, Zhao Rang felt that it fit Shang Shiyi's temperament!
Li Yanyun burst into a burst of hearty laughter, then turned to Zhao Rang, bowed his hands in greeting, and said:
"Master Zhao, I lost the bet we just made!"
Zhao Rang held the knife across his chest and said happily:
"If you admit defeat, will I be disrespectful to reject this sword?"
Li Yanyun also smiled, made a "please" gesture with his right hand, and replied:
"Young Master Zhao won this by himself, and it was given to you by my master. But next time when my sword skills improve, I hope that Young Master Zhao can gamble with me again!"
Zhao Rang readily agreed:
"Just think that this knife is temporarily stored with me. When you think you can take it back, you can come to me at any time! I should be at home when this thing is over."
After saying that, Zhao let the tip of the knife hang down to the ground and just thanked Shang Eleven when suddenly all the pine trees in the sloping ground fell in the same direction, as if thousands of galloping bulls and wild horses broke them.
"Yun'er! Mr. Zhao! Stand behind me quickly!"
Shang Shiyi's footsteps spun around, facing the direction of the collapsed pine tree. His arms were stretched out, his breath was surging, and his robes were windless.
The mighty force that destroyed half of the mountain seemed to be frightened by Shang Shiyi's authority and suddenly stopped moving forward.
But what followed was an ethereal cold snort, which seemed to come from the land of Nine Netherworlds and was breathtaking.
Just hearing this sound makes one's limbs feel weak and chills run down one's back!
"The little old man has learned how to bully others?!"
