Wang Chan raised his right hand, and the wooden sword in his hand shattered, turning into powder in the sky, fluttering in the wind. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is naturally impossible for a mere mortal wood to withstand Wang Chan's terrifying sword intent.

He didn't keep this sword in his hand, so Yuwen was invincible and never died unjustly.

Under the stunned gaze of Xu Kou and the others, Wang Chan turned around and said slowly, "Are you interested in listening to me tell a story now?"

"What's the story?" Kou Zhong asked subconsciously, apparently not recovering from the shock.

"This story definitely has something to do with the sword. Xu Ziling was delicate, thinking so, and looked up at Wang Chan.

Wang Chan looked at the curious looks of the two and chuckled: "The protagonist of this story is called Dugu Seeking Defeat. ”

"Fu surname Dugu, is he a Dugu valve?" Kou Zhong asked.

Today's Ssangyong is no longer the two gangsters who worried about their livelihood every day in Yangzhou City, and they have improved not only their martial arts, but also their vision and knowledge.

Although his surname is Dugu, he is not a Dugu valve. Wang Chan shook his head lightly and said slowly. "You can see it as a person from a different era, or even a different world. ”

"Dugu's life can be summed up by four swords, the first of which is a nameless sword that shines blue. This sword is definitely a divine weapon, fierce and indestructible, and he relies on this sword to compete with the heroes of Heshuo in front of the weak crown. The second is the crape myrtle soft sword, which is the weapon he used before the age of thirty, compared to the first sword, this sword is much more ordinary, but at this time he has been able to dominate the entire north, and then due to the ominous injury of the righteous man, he abandoned it in the deep valley. ”

"The third is the Xuantie heavy sword, the heavy sword has no edge, it is ingenious, and he is rampant in the world before the age of forty. The fourth is a decayed wooden sword, the reason is that after he is forty years old, he is not stuck in things, and plants, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords. ”

"Don't stay in things, plants, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords!" Shuanglong heard this, only to feel that his chest was hot, and when he thought of Dugu's invincible appearance in the world, he all yearned.

"Although this Dugu is powerful, he can only do it after the age of forty, and the master master, you are afraid that you are not even thirty now, but you can already do it, and you are really more powerful. Kou Zhong said.

Wang Chan smiled, noncommittal, and said, "Now you are willing to learn swords from me?"

"What I want to know now is that the master master's martial arts are already so powerful, why is he still so obsessed with the 'Longevity Formula'. Xu Ziling asked.

"Could it be that glancing at that faint monarch Yang Guang is for immortality?"

Looking at Xu Ziling's serious expression, Wang Chan smiled freely, looked into the distance, his eyes began to become ethereal, and after a while, he muttered in a low voice: "Who in the world can not die?

"Okay, let's not talk about that, now let's start teaching you swordsmanship. ”

"Teach now?" Ssangyong's eyes immediately lit up, and he asked in unison.

They originally thought that if they wanted Wang Chan to teach them martial arts, at least they had to wait for them to come up with the "Secret to Longevity", because they had already experienced too much deception and betrayal along the way.

Wang Chan smiled, turned around and walked out of the blacksmith shop, came to the open space outside, and introduced: "The set of swordsmanship I am going to teach you next is called Dugu Nine Swords, a total of nine styles, divided into the total absolute style, the sword breaking style, the knife breaking style, the broken spear style, the whip breaking style, the rope breaking style, the palm breaking style and the qi breaking style. ”

"That predecessor created this set of swordsmanship in order to break the world's martial arts, but due to the limitations of the era and world in which he lived, this set of swordsmanship can only break moves, but not intentions. ”

"In recent years, as I have gone farther and farther on the road of swordsmanship, and gradually mastered my own sword theory and kendo, I finally created the tenth style of breaking the Italian style, which is a sword to break the law of heaven and earth. ”

"One sword breaks ten thousand laws?!" Kou Zhong said in a lost voice, with his current strength, he couldn't imagine what kind of realm this was.

"Of course, swordsmanship is dead, but talent is alive. Wang Chan glanced at Kou Zhong and the others, and spoke.

"I understand what the master master means, swordsmanship is the same as a sword, a wooden sword that is only worth three cents is just a child's toy in the eyes of others, but in the hands of the master master, it can be used to easily take the life of the fifth master of the Yuwen Valve. My mother once said that all supernatural changes are self-sufficient, although we practice swords, but in the end we still practice people. Kou Zhong said without thinking.

Wang Chan was slightly surprised, and said: "It seems that I am really not mistaken, your talent is indeed good, and I am afraid that there is no one else in the world." ”

"Okay, look at it. ”

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Along the way, Wang Chan unreservedly taught the Dugu Nine Swords to Xu Kou and the others, as for the last sword to break the Italian style, whether they can comprehend it or not depends on themselves.

After half a month of trekking, the three of them finally arrived at the place where Shuanglong buried the "Recipe for Longevity", which was also the place where Fu Junwu buried her bones.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling touched the scene, and as soon as they stepped into this valley, it seemed that they had returned to the time when they watched Fu Junwu die for them and were powerless.

I saw that their eyes were red, their lips were pursed, their fists were clenched, and their sharp nails were embedded in the flesh, without realizing it.

Drop by drop, the crimson blood dripped to the ground.

The face is hideous and terrifying.

Wang Chan carried a pot of sake and passed by two stubborn teenagers, he walked to the lonely grave, stopped, and reached out to stroke the tattered wooden tablet.

The sunlight dappled through the sparse leaves, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

After a while, the corners of Wang Chan's mouth raised slightly, and he poured a bowl of sake and placed it in front of the lonely grave. Although he has never met Fu Junwu and does not know her, his knowledge of her is only a few memories of novels and film and television works in his previous life. The appearance is extremely vague, only the spirit of going south alone for the sake of the nation, family and country makes Wang Chan feel admired. A Korean still knows this, and our dignified Chinese people can't be looked down upon.

Of course, if the two armies face each other, he will not hesitate to kill each other, it has nothing to do with right or wrong, she has her position, and behind Wang Chan also stands his compatriots.

On the red face and green mound, there is a piece of incense.

Turbid wine on the incense grave. (To be continued.) )