Thick fog, flowing water.
Beside the darkness, the flowers rustled, the river flowed silently, and the fog on the river was as thick as smoke.
A faint light of fire flickered on the river.
Not firelight.
It's the fire.
A lonely boat, with a small red clay stove, flashing firelight, illuminating an old man sitting cross-legged on the bow, with a green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, and hair as white as frost.
There are bursts of bitter and refreshing aroma floating in the wind, which is tea and medicine.
The old man had a wooden stick and a knife in his hand - a four-foot-long wooden stick and a seven-inch-long knife.
The old man is using this knife to slowly peel the stick.
The blade is extremely fast and the knife in his hand is extremely stable.
No one could see how an aging person could have such a pair of stable hands.
The wooden stick was gradually shaped into the shape of a sword.
A four-foot-long wooden stick was whittled into a three-foot-seven-inch sword, with a jaw and a sword blade.
The old man stroked the edge of the sword gently, and the fire flickered on his face. There was a strange expression on his face, as if he was excited, but also fearful, nostalgic, and sighing...
The old man held the hilt of the sword and stood up slowly.
The tip of the sword dropped, and his hunched body suddenly straightened up.
At this moment, the old man seemed to have changed into a different person.
It was like a sharp sword contained in a worn leather scabbard that was suddenly pulled out, shining with a captivating edge.
At this moment, the old man seemed to be glowing.
This light gave life to his entire being,
The river is swaying and the boat is floating on the water.
The old man stared at the sword in his hand and stabbed it out with a light stroke. This sword had no change at first, but the change suddenly came, as natural as flowing water.
This lifeless wooden sword, in the old man's hands, is like the ax in Lu Ban's hand, and the pen in Xizhi's hand, not only has life, but also has aura.
He keeps things understated and works smoothly.
Soon thirteen swords were thrust out.
Each sword is a killing move that is unparalleled in the world. The moves are connected in a series, and each change is filled with endless murderous intent. One move follows the other, and each move is better than the last. Even if someone can dodge the first sword, he can't dodge the second sword, the third sword...
This sword technique is extremely vicious, and as soon as it is used, the endless murderous aura can overwhelm people.
And when the thirteen sword thrusts were completed, the power of the sword had reached its extreme, as if a volcano was about to erupt.
But at this moment, the old man stopped, and all the changes had disappeared. All the agility has become dull and rigid.
"What a Yan Shisan, what a life-threatening Thirteen Swordsman." Beside the river, a man in black appeared at some point. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the old man with stern eyes and the sword in his hand. : "However, although these thirteen deadly swords are wonderful, they are not worth mentioning compared with the following two changes."
The old man suddenly looked at the man in black, his eyes flashing with a light that was sharper than a knife, and he said harshly: "Can you see the last two changes?"
"Of course." The man in black pointed his toes, and like a dark cloud, he floated onto the boat: "Introduction, my name is Yu Liancheng."
"Yulian City?" the old man murmured: "I have lived in seclusion for seven years, but I didn't know that there would be a master like you in the world."
Yu Liancheng looked at the old man and couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "I'm afraid that all the masters in the world would never have imagined that Yan Shisan, who was invincible in the world seven years ago, would look so old."
Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng are of the same generation, and may even be younger than Xie Xiaofeng.
But Yan Shisan's current appearance is even older than Xie Xiaofeng's father, Xie Wangsun.
Anyone with a little common sense in the world knows that the higher the martial arts and the deeper the internal strength, the more it can slow down the rate of aging. There are many among the top masters who have childish faces and gray hair. If they practice some extraordinary skills, they can even look the same as when they were young.
But the Yan Shisan in front of him looked like he was seventy or eighty years old. His hair was white, his wrinkles were piled up, his energy and spirit were exhausted to the extreme, and he had an air of twilight that could not be concealed.
Generally speaking, there are three reasons why a martial arts master will have this situation, or he is poisoned. Either you will experience great tragedy in a short period of time and your hair will turn gray overnight. Or he accidentally breaks his skills and all his pure skills are wasted.
Yan Shisan was neither of the three. He poured all his energy into the fifteenth transformation and devoted all his efforts. In addition, the fifteenth sword is not tolerated by heaven and earth. It is deduced that this sword will naturally be punished by heaven, so it becomes what it is now.
Yan Shisan didn't care about his old body. As long as he could use that sword, it was worth it even if he died immediately.
He looked at Yu Liancheng's well-maintained hands and suddenly said: "Are you a swordsman?"
"That's right, and my martial arts and swordsmanship are even better than Xie Xiaofeng's." Yu Liancheng suddenly leaned down and fished his arms into the stream. He only heard the sound of water, and when he stood up again, there was something in his palm. There is an extra sword.
——Water Sword.
But it is a sword made of condensed water.
Both the sword's jaw and the sword's edge are included.
Still shining with sparkling water.
Yan Shisan's eyes flashed with sharpness. Just by looking at the skill of turning water into a sword, he knew that the opponent's internal strength was extremely high.
"You used the thirteen swords before. I feel something in my heart. Let's try the fourteenth sword." Yu Liancheng held the water sword in his hand and suddenly stabbed forward.
After Yan Shisan used the Thirteen Deadly Swords, the sword energy and murderous intent on the river were very heavy, like dark clouds filling the sky. But when he was waiting for the sword to be thrust out, all the dark clouds in the sky were suddenly pushed aside, revealing the sunshine.
But this is not the warm sunshine, but the setting sun as red as blood, the scorching sun that sheds gold and stone.
The whole world suddenly dimmed, showing a doomsday-like deathly silence. At this moment, everything in the world seemed to have lost its color because of this sword.
After the fourteenth sword was thrust out, all the changes in the sword technique truly came to an end, just like a river that has dried up.
Yu Liancheng shook his head, and then looked at Yan Shisan with burning eyes: "The fourteenth sword is already an unparalleled swordsmanship in the world, but the essence of the 'Thirteen Deadly Swords' lies in the fifteenth change. That is A truly deadly sword."
Yan Shisan's eyes suddenly shot out with divine light: "You want to see it?"
"Yes, who among the world's warriors doesn't want to see it?" Yu Liancheng said lightly.
"Okay, although I haven't fully demonstrated this sword yet, it's almost there. Only a swordsman like you is worthy of appreciating the style of this sword."
Yan Shisan unfolded his long sword and used the thirteen deadly swords again. He has not yet fully mastered the fifteenth sword and needs to use the previous fourteen swords as an introduction.
In the blink of an eye, the thirteen sword thrusts were completed.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Shisan slowly swung his sword again.
This is the fourteenth sword belonging to Yan Shisan.
This sword seems to have no boundaries and no rules. But it is like the finishing touch of Wu Daozi. Although empty, it is like the hub of all transformations.
When the fourteenth sword is used, all the changes are like running water coming to an end.
But at this moment, Yan Shisan stabbed out another sword.
An aura of "death" suddenly filled the air.
Life ends, all things perish, and there is no change or vitality.
Although this sword did not stab Yu Liancheng, Yu Liancheng felt an unprecedented chill.
This sword is clearly the fifteenth sword.
With a "pop" sound, the wooden sword broke.
Before it fell to the ground, it turned into a cloud of powder and scattered in the wind.
