Chapter 251: Fist, Flesh, Sword and Bone
"You know your own thoughts."
Jiang Ye was fearless. The relationship between the Jiang family and the Yang family was not good, so how could he be afraid of offending the head of the Yang family.
"I think Lin Mu is extremely suspicious."
"Without real evidence, how can you convict someone so arbitrarily?"
As the Jiang family and the Yang family continued to argue, several other major forces also joined in.
Some people supported killing Lin Mu, while others opposed it.
"OK OK."
Seeing that everyone was arguing incessantly, Fang felt that he had to interrupt them, "Some of Jiang Yi's words are indeed correct. It concerns the Bloody Sword Slave. No matter how high it is, it cannot be overemphasized."
"Of course, we can't kill people at will just because of suspicion. Since Lin Mu is suspected, we will investigate whether he is the Blood Demon Sword Slave. It is easy to tell. If he is, we will kill him. If he is not, we will kill him. It’s up to each family to make some compensation to him.”
"Just listen to Senior Fang."
As soon as Fang Jue's words came out, everyone no longer had any objections.
After all, in terms of reputation, Fang Jue is higher than Tian Yuan Hou, so he is still very prestigious.
"Then how to deal with the Iron Fist Club matter? Should we cut off the news?"
Jiang Yi asked.
"No, it's better to spread the news. This will make people pay more attention to the Blood Sword Slave and realize his bloody nature."
Fang Jue waved his hand, "Now each family will leave some people to deal with the aftermath of the Iron Fist Club, and the others will disperse for now."
When the warriors from all the major forces returned to Tianyuan City, news about the Iron Fist Club suddenly spread in the city like a storm.
"The bloody broken sword from more than nine hundred years ago has reappeared in the world."
"The Blood Fiend Sword Slave was extremely cruel. More than a thousand disciples of the Iron Fist Society were all slaughtered in one day."
"A bloody battle is about to begin..."
Similar discussions were only discussed in a small area at first. In less than half a day, they spread throughout the city and became a hubbub.
In an ordinary restaurant.
"Have you heard that the Iron Fist Club was wiped out not long ago, within a few hours?"
"Who doesn't know about this now? It is said that the murderer is a bloody sword slave who only knows how to kill and has no humanity."
"It's so terrible. None of the thousands of disciples are alive. It's really inhumane."
Several warriors talked while drinking wine.
"I also heard a rumor that the head of the Jiang family and many important people suspected that the Blood Fiend Sword Slave was Lin Mu."
Suddenly, a square-faced man whispered.
"Lin Mu? Not long ago, he was the same Lin Mu who broke through the fifth floor of the Seven-Star Tower and killed the martial artist Ge Tianhai with his seventh-level warrior cultivation?"
Countless eyes from all around gathered around him.
"Who else but him? Lin Mu himself has a grudge against Iron Fist, and so many big shots think so, so there is no basis for it."
Being attracted by the crowd, the square-faced man looked mysterious on the outside, but his eyes were full of pride.
"Say what you just said again."
At this moment, a cold voice sounded.
"Who is it? How dare you speak to the uncle like this."
The man with the square face slapped the table and stood up. He turned around and saw immediately that in a corner of the restaurant, there was a young man in black sitting with a long bow on his back, looking at him coldly.
"Boy, if you want to ask the uncle a question, you have to use the word "please". Do you feel itchy with this commanding tone?"
Seeing that the other party was so young, the square-faced man even ignored him and sneered.
Before he finished speaking, the young man in black across from him had disappeared.
The square-faced man's eyes tightened, and before he could react, he felt a big foot step on his back, pinning him down on the table.
Poof!
Immediately afterwards, a chopstick penetrated the palm of the square-faced man and pinned him.
"Ah, please forgive me, please forgive me. I'll say it, I'll say it, I'll say anything."
The square-faced man screamed miserably.
Everyone around them, who originally had the mentality of watching a good show, was frightened now, and many people ran away in panic.
Of course, there are also those who are brave enough to stay and continue watching.
"Say what you just said again."
The young man in black didn't even raise his eyelids and said indifferently.
"Lin Muna himself has a grudge against Iron Fist..."
The square-faced man was about to repeat.
Halfway through, he was interrupted by the young man in black: "The previous sentence."
"The head of the Jiang family and many important figures suspect that the Blood Fiend Sword Slave is Lin Mu."
The square-faced man said tremblingly.
"roll."
Kicking the square-faced man away, the young man in black showed a thoughtful look on his face, "The Bloody Sword Slave?"
Then, his thoughtful expression turned into coldness: "Whether you are or not, if you dare to kill my disciple of Nanping Villa, you are the same."
Qixing Academy, Qixing Garden.
"Only a dozen relics cannot suppress the bloody evil sword. We must have a new plan.
In the garden, Mr. Xing looked at Lin Mu solemnly.
At first, under the influence of more than a dozen relics, Lin Mu barely regained his clarity.
However, as time passed, the will of the blood evil once again suppressed the pure Yang power of the relic, and Lin Mu's thinking became confused again.
"Fortunately, your will is surprisingly strong. If it were anyone else, they would have become possessed and become a real sword slave. However, you can still maintain a trace of yourself and not completely lose consciousness."
Xing Lao continued, "Now, there are two plans."
"The first is to collect more relics. We only have the relics I originally fought for and the relics obtained from the Iron Fist Club, a total of twenty-four, which is far from enough."
"The second is to rely on yourself to suppress the bloody evil sword."
Lin Mu's eyes were blood red. He gritted his teeth and said, "How to suppress it?"
"Although the Blood Fiend Broken Sword is a demonic sword, in the final analysis, it is still a sword. To suppress a sword, you naturally need to have a deep understanding of the way of the sword."
"In the future, as your understanding of the way of swordsmanship increases, your ability to resist the Bloody Evil Broken Sword will become stronger. Even if one day you reach an unprecedented height in the way of swordsmanship, even if you completely control the Bloody Evil Broken Sword , and it may not be impossible.”
"Master the bloody sword?"
Lin Mu was stunned.
He had always thought about how to get rid of the bloody sword, but he had never thought about controlling it.
But after a while, when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but frown: "I rarely touch swords and know nothing about swordsmanship. Can this really work?"
"Everything is interdependent with misfortune and good fortune. The bloody evil and broken sword enter the body. This is a misfortune, but it is not necessarily a good thing."
Xing Lao said slowly, "The trouble is that once you are unable to resist the will of the blood evil, you will become a sword slave and be controlled by it."
"The good thing is that the Blood Fiend Broken Sword is a peerless sword. With it in your body, you can feel the supreme sword energy all the time. This is a dream opportunity for any sword practitioner."
"Of course, the prerequisite for a good thing is that you can resist its will. Otherwise, like the previous sword slaves, you will be irrational and only know how to kill, and how can you understand the way of the sword."
Lin Mu nodded, but his doubts were not completely relieved. He said in a low voice: "By passively understanding the way of the sword like this, I'm afraid I still can't escape the shadow of the bloody broken sword, right?"
"So you still need external training."
Xing Lao stared deeply at Lin Mu, "Have you ever heard of the saying of 'Fist, Flesh, Sword and Bone'?"
Lin Mu shook his head and his eyes flickered slightly.
