Chapter Forty-Eight: Thirty-six Swordsmanship

"Ever heard of the Double Sheath Sword?"

As if the conversation had finally begun, the smiling swordsman stopped, turned around, and looked at Zhao Zhong with a pair of eyes under the mask. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

"No, but it should be amazing. ”

Zhao Zhong was stunned, he didn't expect him to ask this, and hurriedly replied, without any hesitation.

"Ha ......"

The man in the smiling mask looked up at the sky, then turned and continued walking towards the mountain.

"Actually, there are two double-sheathed swords, and the double-sheathed sword technique is a joint study of our two brothers, but I have been seriously injured, and it is my eldest brother who has played the name of the sword god all these years, and I don't know that there is another one. ”

The smiling swordsman smiled, and there was emotion in his tone.

"I am very happy to see our hard work so successful, and even a little jealous, I am very helpless about my body that has lost the chain, but I didn't expect it to save my life. ”

"What's going on? I just heard some ......"

Zhao Zhong followed behind him and asked, I heard that the double-sheathed sword was bombarded by someone and only his head was left, it seems to be true.

"Humph......"

The smiling swordsman glanced back at Zhao Zhong and continued to walk slowly up the mountain.

"I'll be at the cottage soon, and I'll treat me like an ordinary swordsman, don't show my feet. ”

There was obviously a hint in the smiling swordsman's tone that he didn't want to talk about anymore, he originally opened the topic enthusiastically, but now it gave people a taste that they should never talk about.

"Good. ”

Zhao Zhong stood behind him and nodded, and didn't ask anything more.

"Could it be that all the masters have such a strange temper?"

Zhao Zhong thought helplessly.

"The laughing swordsman is here to save the beauty of the hero, if you don't want to die, open the door quickly, and when I smash the door, you will die." ”

The smiling swordsman came to the front of the camp and shouted loudly towards the closed gate, his tone completely changed to a different taste, completely like a somewhat arrogant madman, and with the mask on his face, it was even more similar, and it was very different from the feeling of being scared in the stability before.

"The acting is amazing......"

Zhao Zhong was taken aback by the smiling swordsman beside him, and looked at the smiling swordsman beside him with wide eyes, and was a little stunned for a while.

"It's you looking for death!"

There are not many bandits left in the cottage, naturally no one dares to open the door, and the smiling swordsman didn't care about Zhao Zhong's surprised expression, he pulled out two swords from behind his waist with both hands, and shouted a little crazy, one of the swords was naturally from a bandit.

"If you want to live, just kneel on the ground, maybe I can spare your life. ”

The smiling swordsman double-wielding two swords seemed to be very powerful, and a few swords cut a huge gap in the thick walled gate, and he walked in. Zhao Zhong was stunned for a while, touched his cheek and followed.

There were already dozens of bandits left behind among the bandits, Zhao Zhong and the barrel didn't make a move, and the smiling swordsman quickly hacked them to death with two swords, using ordinary moves.

After killing the bandits, Zhao Zhong followed the smiling swordsman to find nearly a thousand women in the cottage, including Lori who was just a teenager, and young women in their twenties.

The smiling swordsman and Lieutenant General Zhao distributed some valuable items in the camp to these poor women and let them all go. It took half a day, and Zhao Zhonghe and the smiling swordsman were also tired enough.

After all this, Zhao Zhong and the smiling swordsman sat on the arrow tower of the camp to rest, looking at the last group of women who left, although tired, they had a sense of accomplishment. Speaking of which, searching for the detained women, calming their emotions, and a bunch of other tedious things are much more tiring than directly cutting people.

"There must be female thieves among these women, managing what a woman this is, it can't be all men taking care of it, I have to follow secretly to take a look, you can go about your business." ”

The smiling swordsman looked at the women in the distance, stood up, and walked down. Then he suddenly stopped, glanced at Zhao Zhong twice, and threw a not thick leather booklet at Zhao Zhong's feet.

"This is something that many people think about for a long time, and it records the hard work of our two brothers for many years, so I will send you you. ”

Lieutenant Zhao picked up the booklet and found that a few words were written on it, 'Thirty-six Style Sword Drawing Technique'.

"These thirty-six styles of swordsmanship are extremely exquisite, each style can be used as appropriate, in no order, but the power of each additional style will be stacked. Even in the face of a strong enemy, as long as all 36 forms are used, and you are not dead, then the opponent will definitely die. ”

The smiling swordsman said to Zhao Zhong very proudly, but then he became sentimental again.

"This is also the only one in the world, you can destroy it after you remember it, although this is just a mortal sword technique, but it is very suitable for the personal skills of the spirit weapon. If you are a monk with this level of spiritual weapon control, it will not be a headache for those people. ”

The smiling swordsman smiled playfully, but then shook his head, as if he was a little immersed in his own world.

"I'm not asking you to trouble anyone, but if you are a monk who has gone too far in this area, they may not tolerate you, and I really doubt that there is such a thing as fate when I can meet someone like you. But in the future, you must not say that you have seen me, and don't let people know that you have taken this sword book, and the double-sheathed sword is completely dead. ”

The smiling swordsman sighed and slowly walked down the tower.

"Can you show me what you really are?"

Zhao Zhong stood up from the ground and asked the smiling swordsman who was walking down.

"Forget it, it's not good-looking, but after a serious illness, it's even uglier. Don't leave it at that, presumably there will be no date in the future. ”

The smiling swordsman paused, shook his head, and continued downward, quickly disappearing outside the camp.

Zhao Zhong didn't know how to keep this swordsman, so he could only watch him leave quietly and disappear into the mountains and forests completely. Zhao Zhong then looked at the kraft booklet in his hand, and a few big characters on it, and smiled helplessly.

"It seems like it's really important to have a good hand. ”

The 'Thirty-six Styles of Swordsmanship' on the booklet looks like it was written by a child who has just learned to write, and it looks like a bit of a cheat book in a crooked place. Zhao Zhong casually opened the booklet and looked at it, and found that the handwriting and pictures inside were quite neat, the handwriting was strong, the pictures were handsome, a good word, a good picture.

"If you haven't died, your opponent must be dead. ”

Zhao Zhong remembered the words of the smiling swordsman, and scratched his head a little incomprehensibly.

"Isn't that great......"

Zhao Zhong didn't understand it, but he still put this booklet into his arms, and then thought about it carefully when he had time.

Although he didn't fight much today, he collected and comforted nearly a thousand frightened women, which made Zhao Zhong feel very tired, so he didn't hurry anymore, but found a random place in the cottage and rested, waiting for tomorrow.