The fifteenth change of the Thirteen Swords of Death was finally used by Yan Thirteen.

This is a sword that does not belong to the world, this is the sword technique of death.

Yan Shisan's hair was already full of silver threads at this time, and the wrinkles on his face had increased a lot, and his lifespan was not long.

No matter who looks at him, he is now an old man who is about to die, but the sharp sword intent exuded by this old man is enough to make anyone in the world look at him and be moved.

The fifteenth sword had been cast, and the wooden sword had turned into powder.

The river is flowing again, and the light boat is drifting again.

Everything came alive again.

Yan Shisan was motionless, with a strange expression on his face, and he didn't know if he was surprised? Is it hi? Or fear? Or both?

He was amazed at the power of this sword, excited that he could use such a sword technique, but he was also afraid that the death power of this sword was beyond his control.

After half a pillar of incense, Yan Shisan suddenly sighed and said, "Three guests, since you are here, why don't you go on the boat to talk about it." ”

He had already seen Xia Yunmo and the others, but he just didn't pay attention to it.

As soon as he finished speaking, there were already three more people on board.

Tie Kaicheng looked at Yan Shisan excitedly, and before the words could be spoken, Yan Shisan waved his hand: "I and you are just a meeting in Pingshui." I'm teaching you, it's just to pass the time of boredom. ”

His voice was old, cold, and unfeeling.

Now, Yan Shisan has been ruthless and righteous for this sword. Except for his passion for kendo, everything else has become indifferent.

Only those who are sincere and upright and have no distractions can practice the unparalleled swordsmanship in the world.

Yan 13 is such a person.

Tie Kaicheng opened his mouth, and many words had been brewing in his heart, but he couldn't say a word at this time.

Xia Yunmo had already handed over the black fish skin sheath and the gold-swallowing long sword to Yan Shisan, and said, "The peerless swordsmanship before, naturally needs this peerless divine weapon. ”

Yan Shisan didn't speak and took the sword.

Now, his sword was back in his hand, still as sharp as it was.

He had ruled the world with the sword in his hand, invincible, and he had always been ruthless and fearless.

What's more, he has now been able to use the invincible fifteenth sword in the world, and there is no opponent in the world.

However, there was fear in his heart, unspeakable fear.

Although he couldn't say it, Xia Yunmo and the three of them could see it.

Xia Yunmo said: "Are you afraid? ”

Yan Shisan said: "Yes!" ”

Xia Yunmo said: "The Thirteen Death Swords were originally a poisonous snake, but now when this fifteenth sword is unleashed, it has become a poisonous dragon, a death poisonous dragon that no one can control, you are afraid of this fifteenth sword." ”

Yan Shisan's eyes widened suddenly, and there was already an unparalleled sword intent in his eyes: "You are Xie Xiaofeng?" ”

Apart from Xie Xiaofeng, who else can have such a keen eye to see his scruples.

Xie Xiaofeng on the side smiled: "I am Xie Xiaofeng." ”

Then, Yan Shisan's gaze turned to Xie Xiaofeng, and he finally recognized Xie Xiaofeng.

These two peerless swordsmen, enemies of fate, finally met together.

At this moment, Yan Shisan's back suddenly straightened up, and his cloudy eyes were already full of war intent.

The sword aura is soaring, and the killing intent is pervasive.

To be able to create the fifteenth sword, he would die immediately, and he would be willing.

If before he can die, he can still compete with a peerless swordsman like the third young master, then there will be no regrets.

Xie Xiaofeng pointed at Xia Yunmo and said, "If you want to find a good opponent, he is more suitable." ”

Yan Shisan said: "Oh. ”

Xia Yunmo used his fingers as a sword, and with a little hand, the sword light had already broken the hugging wood on the bank of the river.

This finger seems simple, but the timing and speed of the shot are incomparable.

What's more, with the finger as a sword, this hand alone is enough to deserve Yan Shisan's attention.

Yan Shisan's eyes lit up and said, "It's really a good opponent." ”

Xia Yunmo said with a smile: "If you can, Brother Yan might as well go to the shore to rest for two days, and we will fight again in two days." ”

Previously, Yan Shisan used the fifteenth sword, he was already physically and mentally exhausted, if he fought with Xia Yunmo now, ten percent of his martial arts, at most, he could only exert seventy percent.

Even if it is the fifteenth sword that is invincible in the world, it will be greatly discounted.

Yan Shisan thought for a moment, then bowed his head and said, "Okay." ”

……

For the next two days, all four of them rested on the shore and occasionally discussed swordsmanship.

Although it is only a few words, among them, even Tie Kaicheng, who has the worst martial arts, is a rare kendo master in the world.

Each of them has their own understanding, and they often benefit a lot from a conversation.

At the same time, Yan 13 also told everyone about the process of finding the fifteenth sword.

He is famous for the Thirteen Swords of Death, and his understanding of the Thirteen Swords of Death is naturally far beyond ordinary people.

So, long ago, he found its fourteenth variation.

However, he was still not satisfied, because he knew that there was another change in the Thirteen Swords of Death.

He knew that the fourteenth sword in front of him could not defeat Xie Xiaofeng, so he kept finding the last change.

It's a pity that he didn't find out, and he heard about Xie Xiaofeng's "death".

In the world, there is no one who is no longer his opponent.

Therefore, he buried his name in Shen Jian, and in that day, he was not only sinking the sword, but also the idea of the fifteenth sword.

Since then, he has never looked for the fifteenth sword.

But it was precisely because he never thought about it that he found the fifteenth sword.

This sword is the "god" in swordsmanship, representing the "god" of death.

"God" cannot be seen or found.

When "God" was about to come, he came suddenly. And if you want "God" to come, you have to let go and enter the realm of "selflessness".

This is the epiphany.

If you want to pick it up, you must first put it down.

This kind of truth is difficult to grasp, and even more difficult to do.

……

Two days have finally passed.

In the early morning, when it was still foggy, there were already four people standing on the riverbank.

Xia Yunmo and Yan Shisan were far away from each other, one was dressed in black and the other was white.

And Xie Xiaofeng and Tie Kaicheng were watching from afar.

Yan Shisan likes black clothes, he hasn't worn this set of clothes for a long time, and the last time he wore this dress was a long, long time ago.

Yan Shisan likes black and worships black.

Black symbolizes sadness, ominousness, and death. Black also symbolizes loneliness, pride and nobility.

They symbolize the life of a swordsman. Just like most swordsmen.

Xia Yunmo also likes black, and he also likes white.

He doesn't like to add other things to these two colors.

Black, the black of death nobility.

White, pure and immaculate white.

Now, two figures, one black and one white, are tense, and there is a possibility of an earth-shattering battle at any time.