The sword slave didn't take this too seriously, he frowned, jumped up, jumped next to Zeng Hui's corpse, and reached out to remove Zeng Hui's human skin mask.

The human skin masks of ordinary transfigurants are all attached to their faces, with only one layer, which can be removed from their necks. And Zeng Hui's human skin mask is very special, not just a face, but a whole human skin!

This whole human skin can wrap the whole body of the transfigurer, and put it on the body as if it were wearing clothes. This kind of disguise technique is ingenious, miraculous, and there is no flaw in the body surface, and outsiders can't check it out at all.

The sword slave fumbled for a while, but he couldn't find the edge of the human skin mask on Zeng Hui's face, and he was a little panicked, suspecting that he had killed the wrong person.

Seeing this, Zhao Zheng said again: "Senior, the clay figure Zeng's disguise skills are unique in the world, different from ordinary people's human skin masks, you have to pull his face hard to pierce his disguise." ”

The sword slave looked back, looking for the person who transmitted the sound, but found nothing, and looked like no one. At this point, he had no choice but to continue to listen to Chuanyin's words and do them one by one. He turned around, stretched out his hand to Zeng Hui's face, pinched the skin, pulled it upwards hard, and lifted the skin up, and it didn't take long for him to hear a cracking sound, and his face was broken into two!

A piece of face skin was left on the sword slave's hand, and the rest of the face was still on Zeng Hui's face, revealing an irregular big hole, and under the hole was not a flesh wound, but another layer of intact face skin!

The sword slave was amazed, looked at the skin in his hand, and found that it was very smooth and delicate, with only a thin layer. It's about a few sheets of paper thick. Look at Zeng Hui's face again. The surface layer is also very smooth. However, the skin under the damage is not good, it is waxy yellow, with a lot of wrinkles and age spots.

The sword slave reached into Zeng Hui's broken face and pulled it hard, as if he had broken a rag pocket, and pulled off a large piece of fake skin.

Zeng Hui lost the cover of his human skin mask, revealing most of his face and his entire neck, and the skin was full of wrinkled skin underneath.

The sword slave came to the momentum. Three times five divided by two, the rest of the human skin masks were torn off, and even the wig was torn off, revealing Zeng Hui's true face.

Zeng Hui hides under a human skin mask all the year round, his skin lacks sunlight, he looks very sickly, his face is sallow, full of wrinkles, he is obviously in his forties, and he looks like he is about to run to sixty.

Jian Nu had never met Zeng Hui. I don't know if this person is Zeng Hui or not, but judging from this person's disguise skills and style of acting. Eighty percent is Zeng Hui, undoubtedly.

Even if this person is not Zeng Hui, he also committed the crime of deceiving the Sword Casting Villa, and it is not a pity to die.

"Dare to put on a human skin mask and pretend to be a young man to blend in with the fighters, it is really an ambitious leopard guts." The sword slave snorted, grabbed Zeng Hui's corpse, and threw it out of the door, "This is the Sword Shrine Holy Land, you can't let this guy's corpse defile here." ”

Zeng Hui's corpse was like a sandbag, flying more than ten feet away, landing on the mountain road, and falling all over the ground covered in blood.

Among the people present, only Zhao Zheng understood the ins and outs and knew what was going on, and the rest were a little confused, and some didn't even know who Zeng Hui was. Some of the beaters who are not deeply involved in the world, or who are soft-hearted, were more or less frightened, and their faces changed several times.

The sword slave turned around, glanced at everyone, and saw that the messenger still didn't come out to see him, so he had to hug his fists and thank: "Thank you Xiaoyou for reminding me to help me eradicate a cheater. Zeng Hui has always behaved inappropriately, and killing him can be regarded as a scourge for martial arts. ”

The method of sound transmission is very secretive, and everyone does not know that Zhao Zheng is transmitting the sound for the sword slave, and when they hear the words of the sword slave, they are even more confused.

The sword slave didn't bother to spend his lips and tongue explaining, besides, this is a quiet place in the sword mound, and it is inconvenient to stay for too long. He jumped back onto the stone platform and ordered the few remaining fighters to continue to be tested by Zi Chu Sword, and warned them to stand up quickly if they cheated, if they were checked by Zi Chu Sword, it would be a big problem.

If there are really cheaters among the rest of the people, they will definitely be scared after seeing Zeng Hui's tragic situation. Fortunately, these people are genuine young people, and there are no more cheaters.

Under the urging of the sword slave, the remaining people stepped forward one by one, the fourth person from the bottom was Jiang Ming's turn, and Zhao Zheng was the third from the bottom.

Jiang Ming passed smoothly, and then it was Zhao Zheng's turn.

Zhao Zheng stepped forward, approached Zichu Sword, and felt bursts of cold air coming from the sword's body. He glanced at Zi Chujian deeply, and there was a hint of greed in his eyes. He, like the other fighters, dreamed of being able to get the Zichu Sword and greatly improve his strength. But if you want to achieve this goal, you can't just look at it. He reached out and grabbed the hilt of his sword, and a barely detectable wave pierced his body, slowly stirring from his palm to spreading throughout his body.

This invisible fluctuation came in waves, lasted for several breaths, and had a tendency to intensify. This fluctuation is emitted by the sword spirit, which can use this way to feel the world or communicate with the people around him.

Zhao Zheng closed his eyes, feeling this fluctuation, and at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his head, the voice was very neutral, he couldn't hear the gender, and he was very young.

"I feel your vigorous body, I feel the fire in your heart, I feel your lion-like fighting heart. A young warrior like you is exactly the master I want. I'm very optimistic about you, so you should behave well in the fight. ”

The voice resounded directly in Zhao Zheng's mind, not in his ears, and it was obviously not the sound from the sound transmission method.

Zhao Zheng was shocked when he heard this, looked at Zi Chujian blankly, and said secretly in his heart: "Are you talking to me?" ”

The previous voice disappeared and no response was given.

Sensing that time was enough, the sword slave announced that Zhao Zheng had passed the test and asked him to step down.

Zhao Zheng did not follow his words, but still held the hilt of Zi Chu's sword tightly, shouting in his heart, but still failed to get any response.

Standing behind Zhao Zheng is a small butterfly. Peace. She saw that Zhao Zheng was relying on and refused to leave. Also initiated a stay. urged: "Are you kid planning to stand here all day?" Now that you've passed the test, get out of the way and don't get in the way of this girl's test. ”

Zhao Zheng came back to his senses at this time, reluctantly let go of his hand, left Zichu Sword, and stepped forward. He looked at his palm, recalling the words he had just heard, those voices sounded in his head, could it be that Zi Chujian was communicating with him?

It was a surprise that he had never expected. This kind of thing doesn't happen in the game, and it's generally only after the high-grade sword recognizes the owner that this kind of heart-to-heart communication will be carried out with the owner.

Could it be that Zi Chujian has already recognized him?

His heart jumped, but he immediately dispelled this whimsical thought, Zi Chujian said that he would behave well in the ring, listening to this meaning, he just had a good impression of him, and it was not yet to the point of recognizing him as the master. Presumably, not only him, but others may have heard of this kind of business.

Thinking about it, he had already walked in front of Jiang Ming. asked casually: "Brother Jiang, when you were holding the Zichu Sword just now. Did you hear any strange sounds? ”

Jiang Ming shook his head and said, "I didn't hear any strange sounds, I just felt strange in my body, as if something had come in, and when I let go of the hilt of the sword, this strangeness disappeared." Why, did you hear something else when you held the Zichu Sword? Could it be that someone is sending you a message? ”

"Oh, there's no sound, maybe I misheard." Zhao Zheng prevaricated.

The sword slave on the side heard the conversation between Zhao Zheng and the two, turned his head to look over, looked at Zhao Zheng a few more times, and then looked at Zichu Sword a few more times, showing a playful smile.

Small butterflies. Anxin and another one called Zi Bu Silent. Yun Qianhe's fighter also successfully passed the test, which ended successfully and ended with Zeng Hui's death.

The original twenty-one fighters were eliminated after the clay figurines were removed. After Zeng Hui, he became twenty fighters, and now it is convenient to draw lots to catch the opponent.

The sword slave stood on the stage, glanced at everyone with a smile, and nodded: "Very good, all of you have passed the test and obtained the qualification for the martial arts competition." The ring will be officially held in three days, so prepare well before then. Eat more, drink more, and nourish your spirits. The day before the ring, I will ask you to draw lots, and the sticks are all pairs, and the person who draws the same sign will be designated as a pair of candidates for the duel. There are exactly twenty of you now, and on the first day there are a total of 10 matches, with the winner advancing and the loser out. If someone is seriously injured and cannot participate in the next competition, then rest for a few days and wait until the injured person has healed before moving on to the next round of martial arts, and strive to keep you in the best condition for each round. ”

After speaking, the sword slave led the group of fighters down the stone platform and left the place along the stone steps.

There are only three days left until that dragon fight.

……

Wolong Mountains, nameless peaks.

A young man dressed in white like snow, a sword with a white sheath like snow.

He remained cross-legged, suspended in mid-air, a buoyancy filling his legs, and an internal force pushing him. The white scabbard is horizontal on the knee, and it is dotted with a few red plum blossoms, white with red, red with white, and beautiful and refined.

Below is a piece of land, and under the impact of the internal force released by the young man, the mud and sand of the land move towards the surroundings, forming a shallow imprint.

Controlling the internal force so pure, to the extent of levitating in the air, is generally only possible for a Sevenfold Heavenly Martial Man who has reached the realm of "Dredging the Meridians and Channels", but the young man did not reach the Seventh Heaven, but a Sixfold Heavenly Martial Artist.

Doing things that ordinary people can't do is often crowned with the aura of genius, and this young man is no exception, but the aura of genius is somewhat dim for him, and there is another more glamorous aura on his head!

This aura is the son of the Sword Master!

Sword Saint, two words, simple, sonorous and powerful, thrown on the rivers and lakes, the whole rivers and lakes trembled. Only those who use the sword best and defeat the heroes of the world with the sword can be worthy of the word sword master.

Naturally, it is also a very honorable thing to become the son of a sword master.

Zheng Wou-Ki can be said to have been born with a golden key, and since he was born, he has been branded with the shining mark of the son of the Sword Saint, and later after setting foot in the rivers and lakes, he directly used this identity title as a nickname. That's not what he intended. It was imposed on him by others.

No matter how good he is. Nor can I surpass my father. will always be the "son of the sword master".

Unless......

Unless he can achieve something better than his father! Then he will no longer be the son of the Sword Master, but another existence that surpasses the Sword Master, such as the Sword God!

Zheng Wou-Ki has always spurred himself with this goal, and among the famous swordsmen on the rivers and lakes today, his father Sword Master is the top existence, surpassing his father, and surpassing everything.

There is no greater glory in this world.

To achieve this goal. It will take a long, long time, from twenty or thirty years to forty or fifty years, or even more.

Standing in front of Zheng Wou-Ki was a mountain that almost reached the sky, almost unsurpassable, making people look up to it. Compared with this mountain, the Zichu Sword Ring Match is a bit pediatric. As the son of the Sword Saint, he has no shortage of good swords to use, and the "Ruixue Sword" in his hand is a high-grade sword. Sword Spirit has a very good relationship with him and has been with him for many years. Defeated many opponents.

The reason why he participated in the Zichu Sword Competition was just to compete for a title. The people who participated in this ring match were all good swordsmen in the younger generation, and he would be very depressed if someone else took the first place.

At least among the younger generation, he is the best person with a sword, and his cultivation is far above others, this "number one among young people" can only be his, and cannot fall into the hands of others!

As a swordsman, you must have this enterprising character, otherwise you will not be able to achieve success in your life.

Zheng Wou-Ki opened his eyes, and there was a light in his eyes, like two bright lights.

After many days, presumably the first sword battle should be held soon, and it is time to leave.

His body floated slowly forward, all the way to the edge of the mountain, and he looked down.

Below the peak is a large complex of buildings, surrounded by a huge square, on which a ring has been erected. This complex is known as the Forged Sword Villa.

A large number of people walk through the mountain village, and it seems to be very lively.

Zheng Wou-Ki hated the hustle and bustle and liked to be quiet, so he dispelled his previous thoughts and retreated to the original place and continued to meditate and cultivate in the air.

When the ring is officially held, the Sword Casting Villa must be noisy with gongs and drums, and firecrackers will sound in unison, and he can hear it here, and it will not be too late to leave at that time.

"I hope that among the fighters, there will be a few opponents worthy of me, and don't make it so hard for me to come here." Zheng Wou-Ki thought to himself, and closed his sharp eyes again.

……

The branches on the moon are full of clear light.

Zhao Zheng stood in front of the window, looking up at the moon above his head, it would be fifteen in a few days, and the moon was getting rounder and rounder, leaving only a small gap.

When the moon is full, it is the day of the fight.

Will his trip be as successful as a full moon night?

He doesn't have full confidence in his heart, although he has mastered many opportunities and his strength is quite good, but he is still a lot worse than Kong Yunjie and others, and this distance cannot be made up by opportunism.

"Alas, if only this ring could have been held two years later, when I would have been completely sure of taking the first place, and now I am only 50% sure." Zhao Zheng sighed in his heart, raised his palm, and looked at the five fingers.

Fifty percent is certain, and the victory or defeat is still between the two.

If you win, you will get a top-grade sword that is infinitely close to the best sword, which will greatly improve your own strength. If you lose, you will miss this sword, and all your previous efforts will be in vain.

Life is a big gamble, taking your youth, your wealth, and everything, and betting what you want to get.

I am fortunate to have gained, but I have lost my life.

If he gets it, Zhao Zheng hopes that he will not be carried away by joy, and there will be greater goals waiting for him to fight in the future. If he didn't get it, he also hoped that he wouldn't be discouraged and be hit.

He looked at the broken moon and adjusted his attitude towards the world.

"Haha, Zhao Zheng, I'm coming to see you!" A hearty voice sounded from the entrance of the mountain pass, and before the person arrived, the sound came first.

Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment, and when he heard that it was his friend's voice, a smile bloomed on his face.

Such a big martial arts event, and it has a certain relationship with Vena Villa, Baili Father and Son will definitely not miss it. Zhao Zheng had long expected that Baili and his son would come here to see the excitement, even if Baili Liancheng didn't come to him, he would take the initiative to find Baili Liancheng in a few days.

Zhao Zheng pushed open the door, went out to greet him, and waved at Baili Liancheng, who was standing in the moonlight: "Brother Baili, I'm here!" ”

I saw Zhao Zheng's figure from afar, and strode over with a smile.

The two met together, and after greeting for a while, Zhao Zheng invited Baili Liancheng into the house, and instructed the servants who were waiting to be sent at any time to bring tea and water.

After taking his seat, Baili Liancheng smiled and said: "Actually, I came with the convoy of the predecessors of the sword slave during the day, but I was dragged by my father to meet the seniors in the villa, and I walked a long way, and I didn't make time until now, otherwise I would have come to see you a long time ago." ”

"You're a busy man, you're just as busy wherever you go." Zhao Zheng said with a smile.

"Don't you blame my father, he always pulls me to make friends from all walks of life, hoping that I will be like him, and become a delicate person."

"There's nothing wrong with this, in this Jianghu, being a man is more important than martial arts. Some people can get things done with their mouths. ”

"Isn't it, those powerful people, as soon as the upper lip touches the lower lip, they may kill others!" Baili Liancheng nodded. (To be continued......)