This is a border town, and there are many places in the town. In teahouses, restaurants, and inns, interesting stories about the world and martial arts legends are told everywhere.
In the teahouse, Random asked for a pot of tea. He sipped the tea slowly with a small tureen. The tea was not very good, but he still tasted it carefully!
This kind of tea would never be tasted by any ordinary person, and he would only appear in places like restaurants. But now his body is really not suitable for drinking. Unless he is in a good mood, he really doesn't know how to drink.
He listened to the gossip of the world in his ears and drank tea in his hand. Then four more guests came to the teahouse.
The leader is a young man wearing a green shirt... He is about 20 years old, well-dressed, his clothes are tailored to fit him, he has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, he is handsome, and has an extraordinary temperament.
Behind him were three people, including a tall man with a beard, eyes as sharp as an eagle, and a tower-like figure. The other two were a couple.
The husband has an ordinary appearance and an average figure, but his wife is pretty and delicate, especially those eyes that are so captivating.
After the four people entered the teahouse, many guests left, and then his eyes fell on their weapons...
The tall man like a tower was impermanent and didn't wear a weapon, but the other three people all had swords! The couple's swords were four feet nine inches long, and they held both swords in their hands. Even after they sat down, they held the scabbards tightly.
The young man's knife was placed on the table, and it was this knife that attracted any attention.
The knife is very short, but the blade is three feet long. The reason why the knife is short is because the handle is curved. Every sword in the world is curved, but this one is especially curved.
The sword is as curved as a crescent moon and as curved as a full moon. Yi Yi has never seen such a scimitar before.
"Your Excellency seems to be very curious about this scimitar!"
He raised his eyes to look at the young man, coughed slightly, nodded and said with a smile: "I am indeed curious!"
The young man's smile was very light, but it made everyone who saw him, whether male or female, feel like they were being bathed in spring breeze. He showed a faint smile and asked curiously: "Do you know my sword?"
He shook his head arbitrarily and nodded again. When the young man became more confused, he said: "You have to see it before you know."
The young man said: "Do you want to see it?"
He nodded casually and said, "I'm indeed a little curious."
The young man stood up and came over with a knife.
"Young Master!" "Young Master!" "Young Master!"
When the knife was handed over, the three people behind him screamed in surprise, but they were stopped by the young man who raised his hand.
When he took the knife at will, he found that it was a knife with a sheath; the knife had been unsheathed, with a clear groan, a black scabbard, a curved blade, and a green blade.
Green as a distant mountain, as green as a spring tree, the blade glows with a hint of evil...
Ranyi smiled. Although it was the first time he saw this knife, he recognized it.
The young man suddenly said: "Aren't you afraid?"
He raised his eyes randomly, looked at him and said, "Are you afraid of this knife?"
He nodded and sighed: "Since I picked it up when I was twelve years old, everyone has been afraid of it for ten years."
Ranyi smiled lightly and said: "This is a good thing. If everyone is afraid of a sword, then it definitely has its own amazing and outstanding features. Unfortunately... now it is missing seven words!"
The young man asked in confusion: "Seven words are missing?"
He nodded arbitrarily and said: "The small building listened to the spring rain all night... Without this poem, the Scimitar would lack a bit of charm."
The young man wondered: "Why do you need the words 'a small building to listen to the spring rain all night'?"
Looking at him randomly, he said with a smile: "You will understand later."
The young man frowned slightly, then relaxed his eyebrows and asked, "Do you recognize my sword now?"
Randomly said: "I do know him."
The knife had been returned, but as soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three people suddenly changed. Their hands seemed to have accumulated strength, and their random gazes also revealed a hint of murderous intent.
Ranran said with a smile: "The three of you are looking at me like this, do you think your life is too long?"
The couple had their hands on the handle of the knife, and the tough man seemed about to strike with his palms, but the young man stopped the three of them. He looked at the person in front of him intently...
He has silver hair and white clothes, but he is very haggard, and his face is pale and sickly. The person in front of him seems to be a sick scholar who will collapse at any time.
"Are you Tianjun?"
Hearing this, the three people behind him all looked moved.
Randomly said: "I don't look like that?"
The young man nodded solemnly and said, "It doesn't really look like it. You look very ill."
Ranyi coughed a few more times and said in a weak voice: "My current health is indeed not very good."
The young man sighed: "I didn't expect that Tianjun has become..."
He interrupted arbitrarily: "I don't really like hearing these words."
The young man apologized: "I made a mistake."
Ranran said calmly: "Draw out the sword!"
The young man was surprised: "You want me to use the sword?"
Ranran smiled and said: "Don't you have this plan?"
His eyes suddenly became serious...
"A knife here?"
"This is good. No need to walk or move. Every time I move, I feel a little tired!"
The knife was pulled out again, the scabbard was behind the handle, and the three people behind him had already stepped away; they looked at the knife with fear as if they were seeing gods and demons, and they looked at people with eyes as if they were seeing ghosts and gods. Such horror.
They know the horror of this scimitar better than anyone else. It is not only a magic sword, but also a terrifying magic sword!
The person stood up. The person who stood up looked at the person sitting and said: "I will not show mercy, and this knife will not allow me to show mercy!"
Ranran smiled slightly: "This is the best. If you show mercy, all four of you will die."
The young man said seriously: "The name of the Heavenly Lord has been passed down in our religion for more than two hundred years, whether you are the Heavenly Lord of the past or not..."
There was a pause after the words were spoken, and there was already a fierce murderous intent in his eyes.
In an instant, his body and mind seemed to be immersed in the knife, and the scimitar seemed to have become one with the world. At this moment, he was too quiet and too cold.
He just looked at Ran Yi quietly and coldly. In his feeling, even if the real god was standing in front of him at this moment, he could hit the target with one strike.
This kind of self-confidence and this kind of arrogance reached its peak the moment the knife was drawn!
Anyone who takes advantage of it will die. This sword is unparalleled in power!
The knife has been swung out, suddenly and without any warning... The curved knife and the curved light of the knife looked like a crescent moon at first, and suddenly turned into a flying rainbow.
A straight slash, a straight slash is unpretentious and simple. Everyone in the world can do this, but no one in the world can make such an extreme cut.
Within this subtle limit, the power, speed, timing and accuracy of the sword have all reached an almost perfect level.
No one can see the change of the sword, because the sword disappeared with the light of the sword.
No one knows where the knife will fall, because no one can see the knife before it falls.
but……
The sword flashed, and the sword... was held in the palm of his hand!
They stared with wide eyes, held their breath, and looked at the scene in front of them with bewilderment...
The knife that he had poured all his life into was being held in someone's hand at this moment.
He had loosened his hand and looked at his own hand at will, his eyes flashing with a complicated light... There was nothing on his pale hand, but suddenly there was a ray of color, red!
The red color is blood, and the blood is flowing from the tiger's mouth. This is the first time that Anyan has been injured. Not only is he surprised, but also... is he still frightened? It seems impossible to talk about it, but it is definitely an unspeakable throbbing.
He stood up randomly, smiled happily and patted the young man on the shoulder.
"If I give you another five years, this knife will be even more powerful!"
