Looking down from above.
Throughout the mountain, dense basilisks spread rapidly like a plague.
Beside a remote stream bridge.
Two snake lizards caught up with the human cultivator.
Nie Zizheng walked with his sword in hand and said quickly: "Fight quickly, otherwise you won't be able to escape even if you win."
The child slowly climbed down from Wei Ni's shoulders and said, "Wei Ni, you strike first."
Wei Ni has already held the guqin and pressed his hand on the strings.
He looked at the child and saw the child squatting on the roadside, picking branches on the ground.
He looked at Nie Zizheng again, only to see Nie Zizheng charging forward, his long sword turning into a cold light, stabbing the slightly larger snake lizard like lightning.
This is the moment!
Wei Ni's hands moved.
The sound of the piano rose up, and instantly turned into the sound of fighting and iron horses, erupting into waves of sound.
——Wujin·Sound of sound!
The two basilisks sank suddenly.
The slightly larger snake lizard was about to pounce, but was caught by the sound of the piano and staggered.
——The sound of the piano seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, which greatly affected their actions.
Nie Zizheng's eyes lit up.
Chance!
The long sword in his hand made a vibrating sound, and a sharp sword shadow exploded. It flew out of the sword body and pierced the snake lizard's throat.
At the same time, the child picked up a long branch as thick as an arm, shouted lightly, and threw it away.
In the blink of an eye——
Nie Zizheng sheathed his sword.
He suddenly trembled, as if he was suffering from severe pain.
"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" Wei Ni asked
"It's okay." Nie Zizheng said reluctantly.
The child took one look, opened his hands towards Wei Ni, and said:
"Hold me over your shoulders - we have to run away quickly."
Wei Ni had no choice but to put away the piano and put it on his shoulder.
"Let's go!" Nie Zizheng shouted.
He and Wei Ni flew in tandem towards the distant wilderness.
Beside the stream bridge.
Kong left behind the bodies of two four-legged basilisks.
A corpse had its throat penetrated, and a large empty hole was revealed in the neck, with only a little flesh and blood remaining connected together.
Another slightly smaller corpse had its eyeballs pierced by a branch - the branch sunk deep into its eye sockets and mashed the entire snake's brain into paste.
…
Its daybreak.
The sky was overcast and the wind was strong and sudden.
Under a rock pit leeward.
Wei Ni stretched out her hand and struck a note on the guqin.
He sensed it for a moment, shook his head and said, "I didn't find any other disciples."
Nie Zizheng lowered his eyes and said, "They should all be dead."
Wei Ni was stunned and lost her voice: "How is it possible? The sect obviously has so many masters, how could it be——"
He trembled and did not dare to continue.
Nie Zizheng looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Something is wrong."
"What's wrong, Senior Brother Nie?" Wei Ni asked.
"The saints and elders have taken away their direct disciples. There are actually no masters left on the mountain. Such an obvious loophole..."
He suddenly stopped talking.
There are some words that I simply dare not say anymore.
Because it's just too unbelievable.
Wei Ni suddenly said: "Brother Nie, your master is the strongest swordsman practitioner on the mountain. Where is his old man?"
"He's dead." Nie Zizheng said calmly.
Looking at Wei Ni's expression, he explained: "The moment the evil demon broke out, the first thing he did was to surround and kill my master with all his strength."
"My master died in the battle, and several other sword cultivators also died."
The child looked at him and said softly: "So you are the last sword cultivator of Wanyin Sect."
Nie Zizheng turned his eyes to look at the child.
"Your name is Xia Sheng?"
"right."
"Do you still have time to learn new sword techniques?"
"Of course, I am a genius."
"Peerless genius...Okay, come and see if you can remember these things."
"...This entire booklet is full of sword techniques?"
"Yes, see if you can remember them completely."
The child took the thick book of sword tactics and started flipping through the pages at a glance.
Nie Zizheng stood aside, with expectation in his eyes.
The child quickly flipped through the entire book, handed it to Nie Zizheng and said, "I have remembered it all."
Nie Zizheng pondered for a few breaths and then said: "The Mountain-Opening Sword Technique, the fifth form."
The children pointed their fingers together into swords and made a heavy stroke in the void.
Boom!
There was a heavy crash on the ground.
Nie Zizheng's pupils suddenly shrank and he continued: "Four Seas Sword Technique, the ninth form."
The child clasped his hands together and circled around Nie Zizheng like a bird.
"now."
Nie Zizheng looked at the void around him and said.
In an instant, several sword shadows appeared, and then quickly disappeared.
Nie Zizheng took a long breath and asked, "Xia Sheng, why do you want to be a swordsman?"
"I need other people's trust." The child said.
"Trust? You want others to trust you? What next?" Nie Zizheng asked.
"This will make it easier for me to save them." The child said seriously.
Nie Zizheng was silent for a moment and murmured: "Fortunate to meet a peerless genius like you, and your swordsmanship... I have just seen that it is worth passing on the swordsmanship of our lineage."
He took off the sword from his waist, held it in both hands and handed it to the child.
The child looked at the sword and saw that the sword's body was shining with water, reflecting the clouds in the sky, without any flaws.
"This sword is called Changcun." Nie Zizheng said.
"What is eternal?" asked the child.
"In the vastness of the world, righteousness will last forever." Nie Zizheng said.
He said in a deep voice: "This sword is a sword that has only been passed down by the Wanyin Sect for several generations. Its last owner was my master, and now I pass it on to you." Nie Zizheng said.
The child asked: "Why did you pass it on to me?"
"There is no other way. I have other tasks, and I'm afraid I will never return." Nie Zizheng said.
Wei Ni lost her voice and said, "Senior brother, what are you going to do? I'll go with you!"
Nie Zizheng shouted: "Shut up, your mission is to take Xia Sheng away - you must live until the saint returns."
The child ignored the conversation between the two and just stretched out his hand to gently hold the Everlasting Sword.
"This sword is too long for me." The child sighed.
He was only five years old and his stature was still small, so he couldn't control the sword with his arms.
The next moment.
The long sword erupted into an exciting clear cry.
The entire sword was completely shattered, then reassembled, turning into a dagger of just the right length.
The child nodded with satisfaction and turned around with a sword.
The sword hit Wei Ni hard on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.
After doing all this, he asked Nie Zizheng:
"Let me see what's going on with you."
Nie Zizheng said unexpectedly: "Did you feel it?"
"Yes, you smell evil." The child said.
"How do you know? Who are you?" Nie Zizheng asked in surprise.
"Are you afraid of me?" the child asked.
"It's not that I'm afraid. There is a heart of sword in your swordsmanship. You are a member of my generation. This is unmistakable." Nie Zizheng said.
He suddenly trembled.
"The evil nature... can't be suppressed anymore... don't move, I'll take a look." The child said solemnly.
He took a few steps forward and was about to put his hand on the other person.
But he saw a strange smile on Nie Zizheng's face.
"Hahahaha, I'm out, I'm out, I'm finally out!" He laughed wildly and was about to retreat.
But he saw a sudden flash of sword light.
Nie Zizheng suddenly froze on the spot, and the smile on his face completely disappeared.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest.
I saw a long sword as smooth as a mirror stuck in his chest.
Nie Zizheng suddenly showed an extremely resentful expression, gritted his teeth and said:
"You're going to kill me? If I die, he will die too—the kind that's going to leave his soul."
The child said nothing, holding a sword in one hand and waving towards the void with the other.
boom--
The void cracked.
The endless golden waterfall completely enveloped Nie Zizheng.
I saw a shadow gradually emerging from his body——
It is Nie Zizheng’s soul.
"It was extremely difficult for you to protect you all the way here before being controlled by that evil law. From now on, I will protect you." The child said softly.
A golden light cracked behind him.
Soul looked at the golden light, couldn't help but trembled, and said: "So you are the real innate -"
Before he finished speaking, a suction force came from the golden light and sucked him in directly.
In an instant, all visions completely disappeared.
The child then said: "He has died safely and can be reincarnated later. Now tell me, what are you?"
Nie Zizheng stared at him and suddenly grinned: "You think if you stop me with a sword, I will say something to you?"
"If you don't tell me, you will die." The child said.
"Haha, I'm not afraid."
Nie Zizheng, or the being in his body, raised his hands, twisted off his own head, and threw it at the child's feet.
he died.
The child was silent for a few breaths, picked up the head, laid the body flat on the ground, and put the head in place.
"Ju Ling!" the child shouted.
The corpse slowly opened its eyes.
The child said: "Hello, we meet again -"
He raised his sword and pierced the opponent again.
The corpse stared at him.
"Sorry, I can restrain you and let you occupy this body forever." The child said.
"Ju Ling...how could you do this..." the corpse said in disbelief.
"Such a simple evil method, you can learn it once you read it."
The child said expressionlessly: "Now tell me, what are you?"
"What if I still don't say anything?" the corpse said.
"From now on, if you don't tell me, I will keep killing you until you tell me."
The child held the dagger and said indifferently.
