In the snow.
A child stood.
The child was dressed in black, so conspicuous in the white snow.
Although he is young, he is very handsome and very cold. His face is as cold as the ice and snow on the distant mountains.
There was a knife on the child's waist, a dark knife. The scabbard is dark, and the handle is dark.
The child's palm slowly pressed down and held the handle of the knife.
In this moment, his whole person changed.
There was a heavy energy emanating from the child's body, giving people a sign of a storm coming.
The next moment, the hand holding the handle of the knife suddenly moved.
Draw your sword and chop!
The sword flashed, faster than lightning and more terrifying than lightning.
When the child struck out with his sword, it seemed as if it carried a power from hell.
He thought about heaven and hell. He had no right to choose because there was no way to go. On the long road to revenge, bloody knives and hatred are all the baggage.
If any of the world's top swordsmen saw this sword, they would probably break out in a cold sweat. Although this child only has one sword, this sword is really terrible, and not many people can take it.
The sword flashed and was sheathed.
The child was not proud of this sword. Instead, he "pulled out the sword, chopped it out, and sheathed it" like a machine, cutting it out over and over again, swinging the sword over and over, and sheathing it over and over again, tirelessly. His knife cut through the snowflakes and shattered the cold wind. Every time he slashed, it seemed as if he was placing his life and soul in this sword, releasing hatred and blood.
He started practicing swordsmanship when he was one year old.
There are only three movements in sword training: drawing out the sword, slashing out, and sheathing the sword.
He practiced thousands of times a day, and every time he practiced, a scene would always appear in his mind.
It was a black room with a woman kneeling in front of a black shrine.
Her face was covered with black gauze, and her black robe was scattered on the ground like a dark cloud, revealing only a pair of withered, old, ghost-clawed hands.
She clasped her hands together and murmured, but instead of praying to God for blessings, she was cursing.
Curse God, curse the world, curse everything in the world.
She was cursing like this, as if she had been cursing there since ancient times, and she could curse until everything was destroyed.
She suddenly stood up, looked at the little boy behind her, and said to the little boy in a hoarse, almost cursed voice: "Fu Hongxue, you were born with a blood feud. You must use a knife to cut off all the heads of your enemies. Cut them off one by one. Otherwise, not only will God curse you, but I will also curse you!"
Yes.
He bore a blood feud.
He has been driven by revenge and killing since birth.
And if you want revenge, you must have strength.
So he needs to draw the sword over and over again and chop it out again and again.
"The sword techniques are ever-changing, but there is only one action to draw the sword. When this action is refined over time, no one can stop this sword." Suddenly a voice sounded, and a black figure walked out of a piece of white snow: "It only takes ten more seconds." Years, then you will have few opponents in this world, and almost no one can stop you from taking a strike."
Fu Hongxue never trusts strangers.
Because they are usually very dangerous people.
So Fu Hongxue's hand holding the knife became tighter.
He was ready to draw his sword.
The stranger slowly walked towards Fu Hongxue, getting closer and closer, so close that Fu Hongxue could cut his throat at any time.
Fu Hongxue was suddenly sweating. He had always known how fast his knife was, and he had always been sure of it, but now he suddenly became unsure.
This man stood casually, his whole body seemed to be relaxed, but Fu Hongxue didn't find any chance to make a move.
"You want to take action against me?"
Yu Liancheng stood still and looked at Fu Hongxue with a smile.
Every muscle and nerve in Fu Hongxue's body was tense, like a cheetah ready to attack at any time.
"Your murderous intent is not enough, and your sword is too weak. Even if you pull it out, it will be useless." Yu Liancheng shook his head.
choke! Fu Hongxue finally moved, and at the moment when Yu Liancheng's "gong" fell, the light of the sword suddenly flashed. The sword light turned out to be faster than before, so fast that it was difficult to see it with the naked eye.
He was obviously just a kid, yet he had such a sharp knife.
It is conceivable that in a few decades, he will definitely become the god of swords, and his reputation will not be inferior to that of the flying swordsman A Fei.
The light of the sword disappeared in a flash.
Yu Liancheng clamped the sword light between his two fingers.
"Your current sword skills, even if you practice them for a hundred years, you won't be able to hurt me."
Yu Liancheng turned his wrist, and the knife in Fu Hongxue's hand suddenly came into his hand.
"Want to hurt me..."
The five fingers slowly grasped the handle of the knife, with an extremely elegant posture, making a gesture of drawing the knife.
But at this moment, the knife seemed to be stained with a layer of scarlet, as if it had been salvaged from the sea of blood in the netherworld. The murderous and evil spirit surged out like a tidal wave, as if it couldn't wait to send all living beings to the underworld, to reincarnation, and to perdition. This energy affects the sky. Above the sky, the wind and clouds change colors, dark clouds roll, and thunder cracks.
Fu Hongxue's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and she had no sense of security, as if she might fall off a cliff at any time.
"At least it's a knife like this."
Boom! !
The sword is unsheathed!
The violent sword energy swept out, and suddenly passed through a space of tens of feet. In the violent tremors, all the flying snow was shaken away, and the soil under the flying snow rose up to the sky, like a sky curtain. The light of the sword penetrated the sky and shot into the sky, leaving a deep sword mark on the ground before heading far away, and the sky suddenly brightened.
Boom!
A moment later, a mountain peak not far away roared, collapsing and flowing like a mudslide, shaking the sky and the earth. On the sky, there seemed to be a long trace, the incision spread, and the edge could not be seen at a glance. It was as if the entire sky was split into two with this sword. Fu Hongxue, who was staggered back by the energy, changed his color in shock, and was so shocked that he lost the ability to speak.
Yu Liancheng looked at the horizon and smiled slightly, seeming to be very interested in his own sword skills.
"My previous slash was actually evolved from a book of swordsmanship. That swordsmanship is called 'Drawing Sword and Cutting the Sky Technique'. If one day, you can touch a trace of the charm of my slash, maybe I Come back and take you to see the world of Tianwaitian, and you may know that this world is just a corner."
After saying this, Yu Liancheng turned around and stepped into the vast snow again.
"W-who are you?"
After a long time, Fu Hongxue finally came back to her senses and shouted to the vast wind and snow, but no one was seen.
Fu Hongxue later told this matter to the woman in black gauze. The woman was silent for a long time, and then she slowly said: "The world is shocked, and the six immortals are banished."
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(End of chapter)
