Two sword marks with flesh and blood torn apart.

A criss-cross that crisscrosses.

The rich and noble brother fell headlong and lay on the ground, his face was bloody, and his delicate face was indistinguishable.

This sight immediately frightened the surrounding tourists and tourists, and they staggered and kept running into the distance.

Dark clouds are obscuring the sun.

The lake is still calm.

However, the mood of tourists can no longer be calm, some men abandon their partners, and crawl and urine; Some women trembled in their legs and couldn't walk; Some people even panicked and plunged headlong into the water, begging the madman not to see him.

Yan Wu roared: "Who else? Who else dares to say that my face is ugly?! ”

Everyone was scared away, and no one dared to answer. However, the more no one responded, the more hideous and hateful Yan Wu's expression became, and the louder he roared.

In the end, it was Su Weiyun who stood up, held the sword concentratingly, and said softly to Yan Wu: "No one has ever said that you are ugly, it's just that you yourself think you are ugly." ”

Yan Wu turned his head and glared angrily: "Fart!" How can I feel ugly about myself? The cross scar on my forehead is so beautiful, do you have it too? ”

Su Weiyun stopped talking, but suddenly recalled the turbulent and earth-shattering battle in Murong Villa.

In that battle, Su Weiyun watered with murderous, resentful, and avocal, supplemented by evil, and bloomed a flower in the desert, and finally comprehended the "Fourteen Swords of Death".

But the serious consequence was that he was controlled by the killing intent of forcibly breaking through, and he couldn't help himself, and it was difficult to even hold a sword, and he almost stepped into the realm of going mad.

If it weren't for the presence of many worldly masters such as Yu Ziya, You Eighteen, and Nan Guosheng, who were proficient in music and rhythm at that time, and helped him expel the murderous spirit and guard the spiritual platform with a peerless movement "Return to the Coming West", I am afraid that he might not be what he is now.

What about Yan Wu?

Does he have the opportunity to be helped by other worldly masters?

Su Weiyun couldn't help sighing, he could imagine that Yan Wu must have been a generation of highly talented young talents in the past, and he had never taken anyone in his eyes, and he insisted on going his own way, cultivating the Thirteen Swords of Death.

Young people are always so high-minded, and some young people often think that they can control everything, be different, and do things that others can't do.

But in the end, very few can really be completed.

Yan Wu suddenly raised his sword high, faced Su Weiyun, and asked loudly, "Tell me, what are the thirteen swords that kill you?!" ”

Su Weiyun didn't answer, but asked rhetorically, "How do you know about the Thirteen Deadly Swords I cultivated?" ”

Yan Wu laughed, looking like crazy, and said: "Hahahahahaha, because I feel it, you also have that kind of uncontrollable murderous aura, and you are just a poor person!" I've been plagued by this for more than 30 years, how can I not know, how can I not know?! ”

Su Weiyun actually replied seriously: "I'm not a poor person. ”

Yan Wudao: "You're not?" You must also be like me, by chance, you got a peerless swordsmanship cheat from somewhere else, and then you desperately practiced swordsmanship, wanting to get ahead in the martial arts and glorify your ancestors. ”

"But you can't pass the most important threshold of the Thirteen Swords, but you are controlled by murderous intent, yes or no?"

Su Weiyun said: "No." ”

"Oh?"

Yan Wu was suddenly surprised for the first time and looked at Su Weiyun solemnly.

Su Weiyun said: "It's because I want to protect what I should protect, so I fought before the battle and forcibly broke through the swordsmanship, so that something went wrong." ”

"I'm completely different from you."

The dirt and sweat on Yan Wu's face were mixed together, and even his saliva was still hanging on his chin, and his face was covered with black and slimy filth, but he opened his mouth and scolded Su Weiyun with a smile.

"Hahaha, you mean you have a way to avoid the murderous aura and solve the obstacle? It's ridiculous, it makes me laugh off my big teeth! ”

Su Weiyun suddenly showed a very strange look, and said slowly: "The eighth form of the Thirteen Swords, the Hell Killing is to imitate the grand wish of the Jizo King Bodhisattva to enter hell three times, there is no trace of murderous aura, and there is no violence at all, don't you know?" ”

"So what?"

"Isn't this the way to defuse the murderous aura? Before you want to enter the country, you must first practice the 'Hell Killing' move to perfection, and use the sword of killing with compassion to greatly reduce the influence of the evil spirit in the swordsmanship. ”

When Yan Wu heard this, he was suddenly stunned, kept muttering to himself, shaking his head desperately, as if he had thought about some peerless problem.

It was a long time before he asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Su Weiyun."

Yan Wu suddenly shouted, "Impossible! You can't be called Su Weiyun! You are deceiving me, and whoever deceives me will die! ”

He stepped on the ground, his body flew high, and a jet-black sword was held in his hand, as if it had become a unique piece of ebony between heaven and earth!

Man is made of stone, and sword is made of wood.

It is like ebony coming out of the stone, the stone powder is splashing, grinding thousands of blows, and the sound of "boom" is shaking the sky!

The thirteenth style of the thirteen swords, the wood and stone are dead!

Sure enough, the same sword technique also has different power in the hands of different people.

Su Weiyun's "wood and stone killing" is a green shoot in the desert, drawing water and eventually becoming a towering tree; Yan Wu is very different.

Destruction, destruction, killing, such a style pervades his swordsmanship. If it wasn't Su Weiyun standing in front of him, but another ordinary master, I was afraid that just being frightened by this monstrous momentum would break his heart and guts, and he would be three points weaker first.

Although Yan Wu has practiced swordsmanship into the Demon Dao, the power in it has not been reduced in the slightest, and it must not be underestimated!

Sou!

In the blink of an eye, the jet-black sword was in front of him.

The sword was also stained with blood, black and blood-red mixed together, forming an indescribable chaotic pattern.

Su Weiyun has just come out of the sword.

Yan Wu thought that he would use the same move "Wood and Stone to Kill Someone" to fight against him, and he would come out of the same source and go toe-for-tat.

But he was wrong.

Su Weiyun didn't use the Thirteen Deadly Swords, he still used the Dharma Sword Technique.

Slow.

It wasn't until the sword was already on the horizon that Su Weiyun made a move.

He had just begun to draw his sword slowly, which of course was extremely slow.

But still.

If Yan Wu's swordsmanship is intertwined with countless killings, violence, and chaos, then Su Weiyun is extremely single and extremely quiet.

Between the waves, calmly and unhurriedly, just like the surface of the lake when there is no wind, safe and waveless, unmoving.

Yan Wu's sword quickly reached Su Weiyun's chest.

Wow.

It wasn't until the last moment that the sword was blocked by a blue light.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Everyone suddenly realized that there were only those two swords left in heaven and earth, and there was nothing else.

Then Yan Wu flew out.

Because he received a heavy slap from Su Weiyun this time, the palm force was imprinted on his lower abdomen, shattering his already simple clothes!

Although Su Weiyun's swordsmanship is slow, his palm is not slow!

The clothes and fabrics flew and turned into pieces of butterflies whirling and dancing, and Yan Wu's body also fell from the butterflies.

After being disturbed by the murderous aura of the Thirteen Deadly Swords for a long time, Su Weiyun finally cracked the Thirteen Deadly Swordsmanship with his own hands, and destroyed the person who used the sword with one palm.

A mysterious and mysterious, profound and inexplicable wonderful meaning emerged, rippling in his heart, making him stand silent for a long time.

Yan Wu struggled, but he couldn't stand up anymore, he just sighed: "I'm just a little bit close to killing you, but my sword qi has also hurt your heart." ”

Su Weiyun said: "That's because I didn't move." ”

Yan Wudao: "Yes, you didn't move." What kind of play is this? ”

Su Weiyun said: "Play with static braking." Wouldn't it be fair for you to attack a sword, and I will return your palm after blocking it, and reciprocate the courtesy? ”

Yan Wudao: "It's really fair. ”

"Wouldn't it be fair that I have a cross on my face, so I draw a cross on someone else's face?"

Su Weiyun said slowly: "It's indeed fair. ”

When Yan Wu heard this, he suddenly fell to the ground and couldn't stand up anymore.