There are a lot of cheats sent by Murong Qiudi.

There are almost lost Jing Wuming swordsmanship, and there are also the sharpest swordsmanship that is now circulating in the rivers and lakes.

These are the top-level swordsmanship on the rivers and lakes, and anyone who gets these swordsmanship cheats will probably become a swordsmanship master.

Ziqin naturally didn't have any pickiness about these cheats, but whenever Murong Qiudi sent the cheats, he would integrate them into his own system, and the basic swordsmanship had no apex, as long as it was a swordsmanship, as long as it was still a martial art performed with a sword, it could be integrated.

Each sword technique integrated into Ziqin's sword technique will change, the basic martial arts are the most perfect place in the system, and it is also the strongest place in the system, and the martial arts that are integrated into the basic martial arts will only be stronger, and will never be slightly weaker.

Ziqin could feel that his swordsmanship was getting stronger and stronger, however, for some reason, Ziqin always felt that he was less than Xie San, and he was always missing something compared to Yan San.

It was his great improvement in swordsmanship, that is, he seemed to have almost reached the extreme that a swordsman could achieve, but Ziqin did not have the confidence to defeat Xie Sanshao in his heart.

At this time, Murong Qiudi came to Ziqin again.

This time, this woman just told Ziqin one thing, that is, Xie Sanshao was in this city, and Xie Sanshao seemed to have a lot of trouble at this time.

Xie Sanshao's identity has been exposed at this time, and Junior Brother Xie has also come to this city.

Father and son, swordsman and swordsman.

Not only Xie Sanshao and Xie Xiaodi, but in fact, Yan Shisan has always been in this city.

This pair of opponents who are destined for a war are not far apart.

It's just that Xie Sanshao became a useless Aji, but Yan Shisan became a doctor.

Doctor, this is a profession that treats diseases and saves people, and swordsmen seem to be at two extremes, but Yan Shisan is a swordsman who kills people like hemp, no matter how you look at it, Yan Shisan and the profession of doctor may have nothing to do with it.

However, the fact is that Yan Shisan is a doctor, and he is an extremely powerful doctor.

Of course, Yan Shisan's reputation in this city is not great.

An old man with gray hair and a half hundred will naturally not be a famous doctor, and absolutely no one will believe that he is a famous doctor.

Even Ziqin didn't believe that the Yan 13 he saw now would be a famous doctor.

In the original book, Zhongzi Qin knew that Yan Shisanhui would be middle-aged and white-haired, and he was already like an old man when he was competing with Xie Sanshao.

Everyone in the world of the Third Young Master seems to be cursed, Xie Sanshao is like this, and everyone else is even more so.

Ziqin stood in front of Yan Shisan, he looked at this man, this man who looked like he was no longer the person he imagined.

This man seemed to be a real doctor, and he didn't even have a sword on his body, only thirteen knives, thirteen knives that could heal diseases.

This man seems to have become a surgeon of his age.

Ziqin looked at this man, but his eyes were expressionless.

Others may think that Yan Shisan has put down his sword and is no longer a swordsman, but Ziqin knows that this is by no means the case.

Putting it down is just to pick it up again, and if a person can put it down completely, how powerful he should be when he picks it up again.

Ziqin didn't know, because that way was not his way.

He looked at Yan Shisan, and suddenly laughed, he laughed so happily that his body almost bent to the ground.

It's not easy to make friends in this world, but if you really make a friend, you will know how nostalgic the taste of friendship is.

Yan Shisan's old eyes also had a trace of emotion.

The person played by Ziqin was originally his soul under the sword, but Yan Shisan did not kill him.

Yan Shisan was not a person who loved to kill, in fact, Yan Shisan didn't like to kill people at all, if Yan Shisan didn't practice swords, maybe he would be the second Lu Xiaofeng.

It's a pity that Yan Thirteen practiced a sword, a cold sword, a cold and ruthless sword.

Sword, originally did not need friends, Yan Shisan practiced swords, so Yan Shisanben did not have friends.

However, after that time, Yan Shisan already had friends, two, one was a crow, and the other was Ziqin.

Friends naturally have wine when they come, and there is already a pot of wine on the small table in Yan Shisan's room, and the wine is naturally not a good wine.

Yan Shisan's medical skills are certainly strong, but unfortunately he doesn't have many guests, Yan Shisan is not a child of a family, and he will not do that kind of thing to rob the rich and help the poor, he naturally has no income.

A person who has little income must not be able to afford to drink good wine.

Fortunately, neither of them is a picky person, or a pot of turbid wine, and the two of them are very happy.

"Diancang's swordsmanship is good, like a white cloud, as mellow as a gentleman, although the lethality is insufficient, but it is definitely an extremely superb swordsmanship."

After three rounds of drinking, Yan Shisan suddenly spoke lightly, and when he talked about the sword, a trace of coldness seemed to flash in his eyes.

Although he no longer has a sword in his hand, he still seems to have a sword hidden in his heart, an extremely sharp sword, so when he talks about the sword, the sword in his heart will be revealed through his eyes.

"However, Diancang's swordsmanship is also the most powerful, Diancang Mountain is remote, and the sword practiced in the deep mountains is either like a white cloud, or as fierce as a beast in the poor mountains and bad waters, you originally practiced the former, but later it became the latter."

A wry smile appeared in Yan Shisan's eyes, and his hand holding the wine glass was still extremely stable, but Zi Qin could see that even the nails of those hands were too long.

"The latter can certainly make your swordsmanship rise rapidly, but it is not mellow, but I am afraid that it will not reach the highest realm."

Yan Shisan's eyes already showed a look of concern, the wine glass in his hand was slightly crooked, and some of the wine in the cup spilled on the table.

Yan Shisan's hand stretched out and slowly drew out, and on the table, a wine mark swayed.

Ziqin couldn't describe this wine mark, but he could feel the perfection of this stroke, yes, perfect.

Yan Shisan's casual stroke had already made Ziqin feel a wordless perfection.

"Only by letting go can we find true perfection, there is no such thing as killing or not killing, let everything go naturally."

Yan Thirteen's voice was extremely low, his eyes looked at the scratch on the table, he had indeed drawn the most perfect trace, in fact, the fifteen swords were not created by Yan Thirteen, it was just a sword that Yan Thirteen raised with the fourteen swords.

When this sword began to be conceived, it also represented the inevitability of the battle between Yan Shisan and Xie Sanshao.

Fifteen swords, naturally unparalleled in the world, don't say Xie Sanshao, even Yan Shisan himself can't break it, but there is one thing that hasn't changed, that is, Yan Shisan's mood hasn't changed.

He admired Xie Sanshao, and he also admired Xie Sanshao, so he never intended to kill Xie Sanshao, he used the thirteen swords inherited by his family, as well as the fourteen swords he created to raise the fifteenth sword that must be killed.

There is no killing intent in his heart, and he is destined to not be able to control this sword.

Perhaps, Yan Shisan knew the ending from the beginning, but he couldn't bear it, and he was reluctant to abandon this sword, which was certainly a sword that shouldn't appear, but when he was conceived, which swordsman couldn't bear to erase it without looking at it.

Yan Shisan couldn't help it, so he insisted on nurturing this sword, and in the same way, he made up his mind to die, so he was ready to leave this sword for Ziqin.

Just like in the original book, Yan Shisan was ready to leave this sword to Xie Sanshao.

It's a pity that in the original book, Xie Sanshao also felt that he couldn't control the sword after that battle, and Xie Sanshao finally broke the thumbs of his hands and sealed his divine sword in the dust.

Ziqin is not a hero, but Ziqin values friendship the most, and he can't bear to watch Yan Shisan die.

It's just that he also knows that he has no way to stop Yan Shisan from going to Xie Sanshao.

He could only look at the perfect scratch on the table, and his eyes and heart were completely scratched.

This is naturally not fifteen swords, but this is the prefix that gave birth to fifteen swords, he has already learned fourteen swords, if he comprehends this scratch again, then, fifteen swords will never be too far away from him.

"Too perfect is definitely a fake."

Suddenly, Ziqin spoke indifferently, Yan Shisan was slightly stunned, he looked at Ziqin, he seemed to have understood something, and it seemed that he had not understood anything.

"This is a nirvana sword, but there is no murderous aura in this trace of yours, this is definitely an illusion."

Ziqin's eyes were extremely calm, but Yan Shisan's expression was stunned.

Murderous.

As one of the few swordsmen in the world, Yan Shisan's swordsmanship will not be murderous.

This is indeed a joke, but at this time, Yan Shisan knew that it was the truth.

There was indeed no murderous aura in his swordsmanship.

This sword was raised when he put it down, when he was a doctor, and the doctor was not murderous.

Ziqin closed his eyes, he didn't know what he should say or what he should do, he could find Yan Shisan's shortcomings, and he could also know how to make up for it.

However, he understands that this is irreparable.

Yan Thirteen's loopholes can't be filled, this is the world of Gu Daxia, this is a world with the laws of this strange world, and Yan Thirteen's loopholes are one of the laws of this world.

Yan Thirteen will never be able to control that sword, because Yan Thirteen will never be able to raise a murderous aura like a demon in his heart, this sword is purely prepared by Yan Thirteen for Xie Sanshao, but unfortunately, Yan Thirteen's heart has no killing intent towards Xie Sanshao from beginning to end.

It's fate.

The fate that Yan 13 can't stop, Ziqin can't stop either.

Ziqin's eyes were red when he left from Yan Thirteen, he didn't hate Xie Sanshao, in fact, he was also a wonderful person, but he was Yan Thirteen's friend, a real friend.

He found Murong Qiudi, and he knew that if there was anyone in this world who could find Xie Sanshao anytime and anywhere, it would be Murong Qiudi.

And if there is still one person in this world who has the opportunity to kill Xie Sanshao, it must also be Murong Qiudi.

In this world of the third young master, if Xie Sanshao is a god, then Murong Qiudi is the only one who can kill a god.

Murong Qiudi was not surprised by Ziqin's arrival, in fact, this woman had already guessed that Ziqin would come to her, and she would definitely come to her after seeing Yan Shisan.

This woman is ruthless and unrighteous, but she understands the meaning of love between men better than anyone else.

"You've seen the fifteenth sword, the most flawless sword, and the most terrifying sword in the world."

There was a faint smile in Murong Qiudi's eyes, although she was asking, her tone was extremely sure, she knew Yan Shisan, and she also knew Ziqin, although she hardly knew these two.

There is a kind of person born in this world, this kind of person has an unimaginable mind of others, they are extremely smart, they have no last resort, such as Zhuge Kongming, who is called a wise and almost demon, and Murong Qiudi in front of him.

"Although that sword is perfect, it may not be able to kill Xie Sanshao. The two-hundred-year prestige of Excalibur Villa is by no means based on boasting. ”

Ziqin's eyes were extremely calm, his hand was holding the sword, and every word was extremely powerful.

He wanted to meet Xie Sanshao for a while, but he didn't want to die, he didn't spare his life, even if death was just a second death, but he didn't want to die, because he knew that if he died, Yan Shisan would also die.

This damn world seems to be doomed to Yan Thirteen's death.

This is different from the time between Ximen and Ye Gucheng, although Ye Gucheng also wanted to die, he was forced, but Yan Shisan was voluntary.

Xie Xiaofeng's three words have a kind of magic, but anyone who practices swords seems to be willing to sacrifice his surname when he hears these three words, and even if he is unwilling, he will honestly admit that he is definitely inferior to Xie Xiaofeng.

"That sword may not be able to kill Xie Xiaofeng, there may not be a swordsmanship that can kill Xie Xiaofeng in this world, so I have found a few helpers for you."

Murong Qiu bowed, no one knew Xie Xiaofeng better than her how terrifying it was, and the swordsmanship that others had practiced for ten years might not have been able to practice Xie Xiaofeng only needed ten days to practice.

This is no longer a genius, but should be a ghost, an unimaginable ghost.

Yan Shisan's talent may not be worse than Xie Xiaofeng, but Yan Shisan's family background is definitely not as good as Xie Xiaofeng.

The accumulation of more than two hundred years in the Divine Sword Villa, coupled with Xie Xiaofeng's unparalleled talent, has created this sword god, Yan Thirteen's talent may not be bad, but his family background is too bad, and there is only one set of life-killing thirteen swords.

If Yan Thirteen is one method to break ten thousand, and a set of life-killing thirteen swords is practiced to the extreme, then Xie Xiaofeng is ten thousand methods into one, he has cultivated countless sword techniques, and then they have all been forgotten and merged into his own instinct.

For helpers, Ziqin naturally will not refuse, if it is a sword competition, Ziqin will never ask anyone to help, but if he wants to kill Xie Xiaofeng, Ziqin definitely needs anyone's help.

It's just that Ziqin needs help in a strange way.

He doesn't need others to help him kill people together, dealing with people like Xie Xiaofeng, there is actually no difference between one person and ten people.

Inside the room, Ziqin slowly wiped his long sword.

There are countless swordsmen in this world, some people sharpen their swords every day, some people change their swords every time, and some people only use the blood of the enemy to wash their swords, but Ziqin is wiping his sword at this moment.

Ziqin's movements were extremely respectful, as if the weakest man was massaging his wife, and like a monk cleaning the Buddha statue.

That kind of reverence is close to piety.

Outside the house, there were seven people, seven people belonging to seven factions, Wudang, Huashan, Diancang, Nanhai, Kongtong, Kunlun, and Emei.

These seven people are the best masters of the new generation of the seven major factions.

Looking at the rivers and lakes, these seven people are naturally all good hands, each of them enjoys a good reputation in the rivers and lakes, and everyone also has a good swordsmanship.

If these seven people were brought together, it would be the beginning of the sect and effortless.

Zi Qin didn't look at the seven people from beginning to end, he just slowly wiped his sword, so pious that he was almost close to the devotion of the most fanatical believer to the faith in his heart.

Outside the room, the seven people frowned, especially Li Zhenzhen of the Emei faction, but a faint uneasiness flashed in their eyes.

Although these seven people are all among the best in the rivers and lakes, they are only the lives of others, and if there is one exception among them, then I am afraid that only Li Zhenzhen can barely be counted.

This is also a woman, a woman very similar to Murong Qiudi.

At this time, the woman was looking at Ziqin curiously.

No matter which man is stared at by a woman, it will definitely be uncomfortable, especially if this woman is a famous beauty in the rivers and lakes, with peerless elegance and infinite charm.

Partial birth, Ziqin is still wiping his long sword, a three-foot long sword, but Ziqin has been wiping it for a long time.

"Can the sword rub the bright spot be sharper?"

Li Zhenzhen suddenly spoke, but what she said was the same as her name, full of innocence, and innocence is always a breath that will make people feel good.

She is a woman, so she can naturally pretend to be naïve, and she is the only one of the seven people here who can pretend to be naïve like this, and it will only backfire if she changes to the other six men.

"If you want your sword to cooperate more with you, then you should naturally be kind to your sword, so that he will be sharper when he kills."

Ziqin put down the cloth on his hand and slowly raised his head, his gaze staring directly at Li Zhenzhen.

When changing sides, being looked at like this by a man, Li Zhenzhen either slapped him, or it was inconvenient to show his pride and make the man's eyes fall off.

However, at this moment, Li Zhenzhen only felt that the muscles in her body had stiffened, and she didn't even dare to move, as if she was not looking at her with a human gaze, but a poisonous snake, a poisonous snake that had been wrapped around her neck.

"Do you wipe your sword every day?"

Li Zhenzhen's words were no longer neat, her tongue seemed to have stiffened, and the words were almost squeezed out of her teeth.

She just wanted to relax the atmosphere, but Ziqin's answer suddenly made the atmosphere more solemn.

"No, I've only recently learned to wipe my sword, and it's only recently that I've fallen in love with wiping my sword for murder money."

Ziqin's gaze finally stopped on Li Zhenzhen, his gaze slowly swept over the seven people at the door, but Li Zhenzhen still had a stiff expression on his face, and the other six people were also pale.

They looked at Ziqin indignantly, but in the room, Ziqin had already stood up with his sword.

Wipe the sword before killing, then, now that the sword has been polished, is Ziqin ready to kill.

(To be continued)