"According to rumors, that day..."
Yang Wuhui looked sighing, "Suddenly heavy snow fell in the sky, and there were bursts of ice and thunder in the clouds and mist. It actually caused the sun and the moon to shine together, and the earth shook, as if heaven and earth would not allow this magic sword to appear in the world."
"Such movement naturally attracted countless greedy eyes..."
"In just half a day, the place where the sword was made was breached. Master Meng Yan's descendants, disciples and grandchildren suffered heavy casualties. Master Meng Yan was so angry that he sacrificed his life for the sword at the last moment, staining the sword pool with blood..."
"The magic sword is finally born!"
"A thick magic light broke through the calamity clouds in the sky, as if it wanted to compete with the sun and the moon."
"With his tyrannical strength, the Ice Demon took the lead in seizing the Demonic Sword. But just as he held the Demonic Sword, he suddenly went crazy, like a bloodthirsty demon who was killing crazily without distinguishing between friend and foe..."
"That day, every snowflake in the place where the sword was made was dyed red... Only a few people walked out of the bloody place where the sword was made, and told the world about this past event."
"Since then, the ice demon has disappeared."
"The magic sword also disappeared from the world..."
"That magic sword sucks people's blood when it kills people, so it's called the blood-drinking magic sword."
"After hundreds of years, the name of the Ice Demon never appeared again. Some said he was dead, some said he had already lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, wandering around the clouds and wild cranes. Some said he felt guilty for killing too much. In order to suppress the demonic nature in his heart, he often accompanied Qing Denggu. Buddha……"
"But five years ago, my adoptive father unexpectedly received a piece of news... Outside Bingdao City, under the Burial Blade Cliff, there is a villa called 'Bingdao Villa' where a strong soul man sits."
"A few hundred years ago, its name was Ice Demon Villa..."
"My foster father heard something very strange. It started hundreds of years ago. The Ice Knife Villa holds a knife tasting competition every three years."
"Invite heroes from all over the world, cook wine, discuss swords, and compete with each other for supremacy... Every reward makes visitors from all over the world very greedy, and the fights often end in bloody battles, with casualties from time to time!"
Demonic bones, blood-drinking demonic sword.
Yang Gang silently listened to the story told by the young man, and couldn't help but feel a little more interested in the blood-drinking magic knife.
At this moment.
The street suddenly became chaotic.
A group of northern men with various long knives on their waists hurried out of the city.
Yang Wuhui couldn't help but scratch his head and said, "Strange, why is Ice Blade City so busy today?"
"Hurry up, the sword tasting competition is about to begin! There will be no fun if you are late!"
"I wonder who will win the first prize in this knife competition?"
"I heard that this conference will be hosted by the ancestor of the Hidden Sword himself, and the winner will be able to marry his granddaughter, the eldest lady of the Nanfeng family - Nanfeng Liuli!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"
A sound of discussion floated into my ears.
Yang Gang and Yang Wuhui looked at each other.
It's better to come early than to come in time. The opening day of the Sword Blade Conference is today!
"Walk."
——
Ice Knife Villa.
At this time, the wind and clouds were gathering, and the heroes from the North who came from the surrounding cities were already seated. There are many unnamed swordsmen in the periphery, who can only poke their heads and cast envious glances.
There were several times more people in this session of the Knife Tasting Conference than before, making it particularly lively.
There is no other reason. The ancestor of the Tibetan Sword has spent a lot of money and is actually willing to marry Nanfeng Liuli, the "Liu Li Sword" famous in more than ten nearby cities, to the leader of this conference!
In addition, there is a famous northern sword collected by the Ice Knife Villa and several dowries.
No wonder it attracts heroes from all over the world.
When Yang Gang and the three of them felt outside the Bingdao Villa, the villa was already full of guests and friends, and many unknown people without invitations had to be kept out.
From time to time there were sounds of shouting and fighting in the manor, which was very lively.
The three of them walked straight towards the gate of the villa without stopping.
"Master, do you really want to take that ominous magic knife?" Yang Wuhui had a trace of worry on his face. Although the person next to him was the peerless ruthless man who was famous in the Northland thirty years ago, his master Sword Demon Yang Wuwei.
But thinking of the blood-drinking magic knife that could drive people crazy with bloodthirsty, the young man still felt a little frightened.
What if...what if the master fails to control the magic sword? With his strength...won't the entire Northland fall into a catastrophe?
"Who is here? The sword tasting competition has begun. No one is waiting. Please leave quickly."
In front of the gate of Bingdao Villa, two rows of black-clothed swordsmen stood with stern expressions.
Seeing Yang Gang and the others approaching, he immediately shouted coldly.
"Don't worry, no matter how evil the magic sword is, it's just a weapon. Your master and I have seen something more evil than this..." Yang Gang turned around and patted his shoulder, and then said:
"Go ahead and give me a greeting card."
"Master?"
Yang Wuhui was stunned for a moment, then became ecstatic.
Master, this 'old man', finally accepts me as his disciple!
"Yes, Master!"
The young man responded happily.
He took out a greeting card from his arms, walked up to the swordsman in black with his head raised, and said proudly: "Yang Wuhui presents the greeting card on behalf of the master, please come out and see the ancestor of the Hidden Sword! Daxue Mountain Sword Demon, you want to Let me borrow your precious sword from Guizhuang."
"The Daxue Mountain Sword Demon wants to borrow the precious sword of Guizhuang..."
The high-pitched voice echoed in front of the Ice Blade Villa.
The noisy scene suddenly fell silent.
After a while.
"Hahahahaha" bursts of laughter broke out.
"The Daxue Mountain Sword Demon? I've never heard of it... the name is quite arrogant!"
"Hahaha... what is the Sword Demon? If you want the Hidden Sword Ancestor to come and see you in person, is he worthy?"
"Go back, kid, you're an unweaned brat, why are you here to join in the fun!"
Everyone was booing and laughing, and some people even burst out laughing.
The name "Sword Demon" thirty years ago is like a flash in the pan, and has long been forgotten in the corner of people's memory. Most of the people present are from the younger generation... How many of them know the importance of the word 'sword demon' in the hearts of the older generation in the North?
"You, you..."
Yang Wuhui was speechless, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute.
He pressed tightly on the fine iron sword on his waist, his eyes burning with anger.
"You are not allowed to...insult my master!" The young man's stubborn voice sounded, but he was met with more ridicule.
Yang Wuhui's face became darker and darker.
I wanted to turn around and ask Yang Gang for help, but I was afraid of losing face in front of my newly recognized master.
At this time, a black-clothed swordsman guarding the gate said coldly: "You are still young, so I will give you a chance... Why don't you get out of here?"
"Hahahaha, go, go, go!"
"Get out of here, little brat!"
"Hahahaha~~"
A mocking laugh penetrated his ears.
"I, you..."
Yang Wuhui was so angry that his eyes turned black and he was about to retort.
Suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"No regrets. Master will teach you a trick today." Yang Gang's voice rang in his ears, "When you are bullied, don't rush to refute. It's meaningless... You just need to hold your hand tightly With the long sword, when you have accumulated enough strength, you can slash out with one strike——"
"Watch it!"
A light touch on the waist.
The young man's knife has fallen into the hands of the master.
then.
He once again saw the most amazing swordsmanship in the world.
The bright sword light is like opening the sky, opening up the earth, breaking mountains, dividing the sea... It's like the first ray of light falling from the nine heavens when the heaven and earth first opened.
"Burn the sky."
