Before I knew it, I had walked a long way again, and the scenery on the land became more and more desolate, and Wuhanjiang seemed to have forgotten his tiredness, and his pace was much faster. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xiaohong said happily: "Xianggong, it's not far away?"

Wu Hanjiang was excited and said, "It's almost ...... arrived", it was almost there, but their physical strength was almost exhausted.

When I looked up at the distance, I suddenly stopped, and as soon as I stopped, I saw a person.

An old man with a haggard face, Wu Hanjiang's eyes turned red, and he lost his voice and said, "Master."

The hot sun was all shining on the old man, and the old man seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, did he know that Wu Hanjiang would come?

The old man looked at him for a moment, as if he did not know him as a person, turned around silently, and walked slowly back with a cane in his withered hand.

Wu Han Jiang Fei also chased after him, shouting: "The master is me, I am Wu Hanjiang."

The old man suddenly turned around and yelled at him, "I don't know you who can't even hold a sword."

Wu Hanjiang stopped, as if he had been slapped in the face, and the old man glared at him fiercely: "What about your hand...... Something that is not even as good as a waster, what kind of face do you have to be my ghost sword's apprentice?"

"Ghost Sword?" Xiaohong couldn't help but mutter.

The old man raised his head, glanced at her, and said, "You know me?"

Xiaohong smiled slightly and said softly: "I know, but I don't know too much."

The old man turned around, frowned slightly, seemed to be interested, and said leisurely: "Although the little girl's eyes are useless, her heart eyes are brighter than anyone else."

Xiaohong Yanran said: "It's all ...... told by the old gentleman who heard the story."

The old man's footsteps stopped, and his eyes flashed, "Oh, what do they say about me?"

Xiaohong said: "It is said that the reputation of the ghost sword shook the world back then, and it was even more beautiful than the current martial arts alliance leader."

The old man's pale face glowed red, and his eyes were full of excitement, and he said, "That was a long time ago."

Xiaohong continued: "Thirty years ago, the Ghost Sword became famous in a world martial arts, and it was invincible. But in the end, he lost to a stunningly talented young man, who is now the second leader of the martial arts family, Long Teng ......".

Xiaohong's voice stopped suddenly, the old man's face was not bloody, and the crutches in his hand were tightly inserted into the ground.

The old man said coldly: "Go on."

Xiaohong had no choice but to continue: "Since the defeat to Long Teng, the ghost sword has disappeared since then...... No one knows where he went, but I didn't expect you to be here."

The old man said fiercely: "I can't get here, where else can I go?" After Long Teng wasted a pair of my legs, I knew that I couldn't win him in my lifetime, so I had to train an apprentice", as he spoke, he glared at Wu Hanjiang viciously, and said sharply: "But what about you? I still don't believe it, I don't believe that anyone can take away one of your hands, but now it's ......", his voice suddenly lowered, and his tone was full of grievances.

Wu Hanjiang raised his head and suddenly said, "Master, your legs ......"

A strange color appeared on the old man's face, and a lilac liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Wu Hanjiang changed color and said, "Master, don't you ......."

The old man smiled and said, "Because I drank a very miraculous medicine," and slowly took out a small dark green bottle from his bosom.

Wu Hanjiang closed his eyes, he couldn't bear to look at it, and said hoarsely: "But if you drink this medicine, you won't live long."

The old man smiled slightly, didn't seem to care at all, and said coldly: "Do you think I can live a long time without drinking this medicine?", he suddenly tore his shirt open, Wu Hanjiang raised his eyes and looked over, and hissed: "Master......".

The old man said indifferently: "Now you know, I don't have long to live, only two hours at most."

Wu Hanjiang gritted his teeth and said, "Who? Who hurt you?"

Only then did the old man look at him with pity, and he looked at Wu Hanjiang kindly and said, "You still want to avenge me like this?"

Wu Hanjiang closed his mouth tightly and couldn't speak, only tears flowed, and the old man sighed and said: "This Dongying warrior shattered my ribs as soon as he made a move, you can imagine how domineering his martial arts are."

Wu Hanjiang sniffed and said fiercely: "Even if I can't beat him, he will bite him to death."

The brutal beast is back.

The old man squinted, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Actually, this samurai is not bad, he gave me this bottle of medicine to continue my life after he injured me."

Wu Hanjiang glanced at the dark green vial, and suddenly thought of Chen Yan again.

The old man looked at him and said, "I guess you know who it is?"

Wu Hanjiang hesitated and said, "But he is dead."

The old man said: "No matter who he is, you can't take revenge."

Wu Hanjiang's wound hurt again, but a brutal killing intent appeared on his face.

The old man didn't seem to be worried about his life at all, he was still concerned about his big apprentice with one hand, he suddenly stroked Wu Hanjiang's head, and said softly: "As a teacher, I can't live long, what's the difference between dying early and dying late, it's just that I'm really unwilling."

He sighed, and continued, "You are the pillar of this world for the teacher, do you understand?"

Wu Hanjiang nodded, closed his eyes, and shed tears, all kinds of sadness in the past flowed out.

The old man's pale face was filled with even more sorrow, and he sighed, "Why did you lose your hand, do you know what a precious hand it is?"

Wu Hanjiang said hoarsely: "Yes, it's all in vain."

The old man didn't seem to hear him, closed his eyes, took a breath, and after a long time, he slowly opened them, as if he had made a lot of determination.

looked at Wu Hanjiang without blinking, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know why I am called Ghost Sword?"

Wu Hanjiang cautiously handed over the pitch-black iron sword, but he didn't know the master's intentions.

When the old man took the sword, he suddenly unsheathed it, raised it and slashed at the trunk of a dead tree.

Not surprisingly, the dead tree was split in two.

The old man put the sword back into its sheath and said, "What do you think is the difference between my sword?"

Wu Hanjiang shook his head, he really couldn't see anything unique about this sword.

The old man said, "Go and look at the trunk."

Wu Hanjiang walked over and looked at it carefully according to the master's instructions, and suddenly the eyes in his eyes became like needles.

The old man sighed and said, "Do you think the master is hiding something?"

Wu Hanjiang picked up the severed tree trunk and looked at it carefully.

In fact, the dead trunk of the tree that was cut in two by the sword was no different.

This is only in the eyes of a top swordsman like Wu Hanjiang, who can see the subtle doorway.

The cross-section of the tree trunk that was cut down was simply smoother than a mirror, and such a realm Wuhanjiang had never reached.

The old man looked up at the sky again, and said helplessly: "It's not that the teacher is not like teaching you the highest swordsmanship, but the ghost sword is indeed flawed."

The old man's gaze seemed to return to a far away place, but he didn't have much time, Wu Hanjiang said: "I believe that the master must have a hard time."

The old man sighed and said, "Yes, I do have a hard time, because although the ghost sword is powerful, it is very easy to go mad."