You seem to have regressed. ”

In the dojo, the old man casually lifted his long knife upside down, and looked at the disciple in front of him while strolling leisurely on the smooth wooden floor. On both sides of the dojo, the bamboo swords used for training were silently displayed on the weapon racks, but judging by the long knives that had been unsheathed in the hands of the master and apprentice, and the little blood dripping on the floor between them, it was clear that they had no intention of using those toy-like things.

The real sword confrontation is the way they have always communicated.

Gumen didn't answer, a slight tingling and burning sensation came from the ribs, and in a moment, he slashed out a total of four hundred and seventy-two swords, but he still couldn't block all the invisible waves that came from the pavement when the opponent drew the sword, something called [sword qi] really hit his (shēn) body, and under the long windbreaker, a touch of crimson gradually spread between the white shirts.

"The old man has long said that if there are too many distracting thoughts accumulated on your sword, if there are too many distracting thoughts, the heart will not be calm, and if the heart is not quiet, the speed of the sword will be restricted. When swordsmen clash, the chance of victory is only in a moment, and if the sword heart is unstable, it is bound to lose. ”

The old man held the red sheath in his hand, lifted the long knife upside down, and paced slowly with the lonely door as the center of the circle while earnestly teaching, like a strict father who treats children who are not angry. Lone Door stood quietly in place, the five fingers of his right hand clenched the hilt of the knife, the fierce heartbeat like a war drum echoed and vibrated in his ears, invisibly, his murderous aura as sharp as thousands of sword blades was forcibly suppressed by a more powerful aura, no matter how calm he was, he couldn't find even a momentary opportunity to strike.

"Over the years, the old man has vaguely heard some rumors about you. "Compared with the lonely gate that is waiting for the battle, the old man's ease and leisurely have been manifested in every corner of the (shēn) body, and the withered knuckles gently tap on the hilt of the sword, making a rhythmic bump, "One of the Seven Masters of the Human Race, the [Sword Ghost], is said to be able to defeat thousands of spearmen with a sword alone, and is also known as the only remaining sword master in the world. Very good, the old man's swordsmanship, although you have only learned to remove the fur, has been used by you to the extreme, which makes the old man very pleased. ”

It's just scratching the surface.

This sentence, except for the old man, there is no one else in this world who dares to belittle the lonely family for a long time in the way of the sword, but he is the most qualified person in the world to say this.

Because, his name is [New Exemption from Drawing Knife].

At the time of his fame, his title was [Sword Demon].

When he was a young man, he screamed the world with a double sword stream, and defeated 131 bandits who attacked the township alone; when he was a young man, he broke through the pass with a sword, broke through 54 passes in one night, visited all the dojos of the world, and defeated all the swordsmen in the world; when he reached middle age, he folded his own double knives, recast a blunt blade with discarded iron slag, and sat under the waterfall for ten years, integrating thousands of mysteries of kendo in one (shēn), and since then, one sits and one line, and every gesture has sword intent (shēn). Until his later years, when no one knew about it, during the period when the new no-draw knife was in the world, there were a total of 782 killing battles, large and small, and there was not a single [defeat] in his career.

And the lonely door Long Night is his only disciple.

"The old man still remembers, that one (rì), I asked you why you want to learn the sword, and the answer you gave. Drawing the sword, Zhai's cloudy eyes opened slightly, and between his eyes, there was a color of memory, "[Swing the sword for the world], hehe...... What kind of arrogant and ignorant words are these, you wield your sword for the world, and the heavens, how can you care where your sword goes?"

So, I changed the answer that I didn't know the height of the sky, and after being taught by my teacher, I understood what my ambition was. After such a long and oppressive silence, Lone Gate finally spoke his first words.

His footsteps paused, his fingers tapped lightly on the hilt of the knife stiffened, and the old man tilted his head slightly, and then said slowly, "The old man doesn't remember, he once taught you such a thing. ”

"The teacher I'm talking about is Mr. Qi, who taught me to wield a sword for the sake of righteousness. Facing the shadow of the old man, the confusion in his eyes has gradually been replaced by a look of firmness, and he can only see his words in a pause, so that his words can reach the latter's ears accurately, "Xin Wu Dao Zhai is also my mentor, but he has been dead for more than 30 years, and it was I who personally carried his body from the sick (chuáng) into the coffin, and it was I who buried his grave with my own hands." The man I knew, no matter what, would not give up his pride and would surrender to the forces of evil and be willing to submit to his slavery. ”

His legs were slightly bent in a posture of momentum, and the lonely door slowly put the knife into the sheath, and the horizontal sheath reached the waist, staying in the posture before the moment of [Juhe] was firmly set, the lonely door raised his head slightly, and in his eyes, the rare angry god (qíng) was intensifying like wildfire, "Dog thief, you dare to use my teacher's appearance to confuse me...... So, are you ready to die?"

"Whether it's true or not, you already have a certain number in your heart, but you just don't want to believe it. The old man sighed, "If it weren't for this opportunity, the old man wouldn't want to appear in front of you again, but I didn't want to think about it anymore." ”

"Shut up!" The smooth wooden floor was shattered by the instantaneous burst of bouncing force, and the clear spring-like sword roared in a straight line, enough to surpass the extreme speed of all the people who used the sword in the world and hit the target in a microsecond, the buzz and sparks of gold and iron intersected at the same time, and in the face of such a menacing blow, Drawing Dao Zhai forcibly stopped his indomitable sword momentum in an extremely unbelievable way-

The tip of the knife pressed against the thin blade.

In that instant, in the midst of the extreme speed that ordinary people could not observe with the eyes of ordinary people, he directly saw through the flaws in the sword momentum that only existed in milliseconds, and easily broke and destroyed it. At that moment, Gumen understood that such a miraculous skill could only be done by his teacher except himself.

And this also shows that the person in front of him is indeed a genuine new no-draw knife fast.

"[Temptation], [distrust], [superfluous thinking], as I said, your sword contains too many complicated (qíng) threads, do you remember how the old man taught you? The old man took the knife back into its sheath, and then, he saw his bow (shēn) bowed down, just like the lonely gate of the same party, and at this moment, he also made a preparatory action of [Juhe] -

"Prepare a defensive posture, lonely door, next, the old man will personally demonstrate, look good, don't die. ”

However, compared to the ready-to-go sword fasting, the state of the lonely gate at this time has fallen into a complex state of extreme shock and loss, and the village in his hand is gradually emitting a glowing jade, which is a sign that there is an abnormal power in the vicinity that is beginning to surge, but, no matter what, the lonely door does not want to believe that the old man (shēn) shadow in front of him who is gradually surrounded by demonic aura is the first sword saint of mankind who once taught himself and is unparalleled in the world.

"Why...... How would you bow your knee to Him?!How could you become a believer in that guy with your pride?!Why ——!!!"

【Juai·Ji】

Ignoring Lonedoor's roaring questioning, the old man did as he said, condensing all his mind at the moment when the knife was drawn. In an instant, the shadow of the sword was gone, and in the next second, a terrifying sword aura that was enough to cut everything suddenly bombarded every inch of the front of the lonely door, the long knife was sheathed, the old man slowly looked back, and then turned his gaze to the back that was standing frozen in place, and after a moment of silence, he said softly, "Sure enough, as rumored, you did face your master head-on, and retreated. ”

The lonely door turned (shēn) shape, only to see that its front was not as blurry as the blood (ròu) as imagined, on the contrary, at this time, there was no new scar on his whole (shēn), and the long knife in his hand was slightly red as if it had been tempered by thousands of tempers in an instant, and emitted a mist that was slightly rubbed out.

Just after removing the one-man slash, the old man also took out five hundred and thirteen slashes, but he took them all in a short instant, and even ......

The old man raised his hand, and saw a straight slash clearly visible between the sleeves of his wide robe.

They can even fight back.

Lonely Door...... What's going on on yours (shēn)?

The lonely door stood in place for a long time, only to see the tip of its knife lightly tap the ground, and then, the pair of narrow Danfeng eyes slowly opened, and a pure cold killing intent had overflowed in it.

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