The sword qi spans 30,000 miles. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A sword light cold nineteen continents.

Remnant of autumn.

Konoha Xiaoxiao, the sunset is full of sky.

Under Xiao Xiao's leaves, there is a person standing, as if he has dissolved with the autumn colors of the earth.

Because he's too quiet.

Because he's too cold.

A kind of indifference and tiredness that has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, but with a kind of murderous aura.

He was tired, perhaps simply because he had killed too many people, some of whom he shouldn't have killed.

He kills because he never had a choice.

He has a sword in his hand.

He lived as a sword.

Gray robe, wooden sword.

Many people know him, but few people know him. Because these people will never recognize a "down-and-out" young man wearing a simple gray robe and holding a golden nanmu sword, he will be one of the best kendo heroes in today's bitter sea, the latest chief of the sword on the sword, and a fierce and powerful wooden swordsman who must see blood when he comes out of the sword.

Perhaps because of this, he was a lonely man. Because many people worship him, envy him, hate him, but few can be another him, at least he has not seen him.

Perhaps, true swordsmen are inherently lonely.

His wooden sword, three inches long and ordinary, was made of a piece of golden nanmu, a famous product of the Sword Sea. In the past, people only knew that Jin Nanmu was a good material for making furniture and beams, and never knew that Jin Nanmu could also kill people, and it could be so sharp and terrifying.

When he debuted at the age of seventeen, everyone could afford this Jin Nanmu sword, but four years later, today, this Jin Nanmu sword is a famous sword. In the hearts of many people, this sword is in no way inferior to those divine weapons made of rare and exotic materials, just because it is in the hands of wooden swordsmen.

As long as it is in the hands of the wooden swordsman, it is a terrible sword!

A lot of people don't believe that.

As a result, the tip of its sword became a condensed dark red.

It can't be washed, it can't be melted!

A faint smell of blood wafted.

He was a sword-loving man, not a man who was easy to kill.

But he had no choice.

He couldn't let go of the sword in his hand, and there were many people who wouldn't allow him to put it down.

If you let go, you will let go of your life!

He didn't want to die yet, and he couldn't die, because he hadn't seen the pinnacle of kendo yet.

If it was for the sword, he would have done so. Because, it is sacred.

If it was for the sake of fame, he would not want to. Fame and sword have nothing to do with it!

It's a pity that reputation is a big burden in life, and it may be a big burden that can never be shaken off.

He didn't want this burden, but there were many people who were anxious to kill him and take over this burden, such as the young man in the black robe in front of him.

The wooden swordsman looked at his young face, sighed, and said, "A young man like you shouldn't have come to me so early. He had recognized this young man, a young swordsman who had recently made a name for himself, Cao Tong.

Cao Tong sneered and said, "Oh, why?"

The wooden swordsman said lightly: "You are not a swordsman yet, but you are qualified to become a swordsman." It's always a pity for someone like you to die too young. "If someone else says this, I am afraid that it will make people feel too fake, and pity the person who came to kill him, isn't this the biggest joke in the world? But when the wooden swordsman said it, he couldn't help but convince people that he was really feeling sorry for this person, just as he was sincere to the sword.

Cao Tong held the hand of the sword, tightened it sharply, and said coldly: "You are very confident?"

The wooden swordsman didn't speak, because it was a question that didn't have to be answered.

Cao Tong's pupils shrank suddenly, and the person didn't move a finger, but the vast loneliness emanating from his body gave him great pressure. From it, he felt a sharp sword that he had never seen before.

Unwilling, belongs to the unwillingness of young people to be competitive in their bones, many people have said that he is not as good as this person, but until now, he did not believe it. Cao Tong is a young man who is anxious to become famous, but he is by no means a stupid and uninformed person.

In just three years, a young man who can kill three long-established swordsmen in the sea of bitterness in a row, and then rise, will never be stupid, let alone uninformed.

However, he was not afraid.

Of the three swordsmen he killed, two were far superior to him, but in the end they died by his sword. There are many ways to kill a person, and there is no more than just a sword.

This time, he also prepared.

Cao Daodao: "But I can't wait." ”

He sneered, and continued: "On the day of the Dao Conference, as long as I take your invitation card and show up with your Jin Nan Wood Sword, the position of your wooden swordsman will be mine." ”

The wooden swordsman sighed again and said, "I can give you another chance, if you leave now, I won't kill you." ”

Young people like Cao Tong couldn't stand being looked down on by others the most, and couldn't help but say angrily: "You look down on me?!"

"Nope. The wooden swordsman shook his head and said, "At this moment, I just don't want to kill you." I've killed too many people like you. ”

Boom!

Cao Tong's sword has been unsheathed, the treasure light is self-generated, and runes appear on the blade from time to time, which are uncertain and constantly derived. At the same time, from time to time, subtle lightning flashes, stabbing and stabbing on the blade of the sword.

Before Cao Tong could swing the sword, the sharp aura of this sword like thunder and lightning had already turned the lonely leaves around him into powder. This is really a sword, much better than the wooden swordsman's Jin Nanmu sword. But he didn't have faith in his heart, because it was the wooden swordsman standing in front of him.

The wooden swordsman smiled, he was a natural lover of swords, and seeing a good sword was one of the few things that made him happy. Although many people wondered why he didn't change a good sword for himself, he preferring to keep holding the Jin Nanmu sword, but in short, he was still happy to see a good sword.

He smiled and said, "Good sword." ”

Cao Tong snorted coldly and said, "It's a good sword." ”

The wooden swordsman glanced at him and said lightly: "It's a pity that you can't kill me." ”

Cao Tong said coldly: "Why?"

The wooden swordsman said: "People are not good enough. "He never told a lie, just as honest as he did with a sword.

But the truth is often the most offensive.

"You!" Cao Tong couldn't hold back his anger anymore, and said coldly: "Wooden swordsman, don't be arrogant, today, it must be your sacrifice day next year! ”

The wooden swordsman said lightly: "You know. ”

Cao Tong suddenly panicked, for the first time since his debut, he was so panicked about the enemy, and said, "What do you know?"

The wooden swordsman said, "Not only do I know that you have invited the other three people, but I also know that they have been here since last night. They don't eat or drink, they don't even breathe, they just wait for you to come. ”

Cold sweat was already oozing from Cao Tong's forehead, he never expected that the wooden swordsman already knew everything. He couldn't help but ask, "Then why are you here today?"

The wooden swordsman said lightly: "For you." ”

Cao Tong was puzzled and said, "For me?"

"Yes, that's you. ”

"Why?"

"You are not a swordsman, but at least you dare to face me with a sword. For that alone, you deserve to live longer than the three people who ambushed here. ”

Just because you have the courage to stand before me with a sword, you are worth living a few more days.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent!

The wooden swordsman was still motionless, but the arrogance and solitude that belonged to the swordsman alone was enough to make everyone's hearts frightened. Although he hasn't even drawn a sword yet, he already makes people think that a swordsman should be like this. The way he looks at the moment is what a swordsman should be.

A real swordsman, who does not have to draw a sword, is also a swordsman.

Cao Tong's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, he always thought that he was already a swordsman, even if he was not as good as those predecessors who were successful in swordsmanship, but he should also be top-notch among the younger generation. But, at this moment, he began to doubt.

"Humph!"

"What a big breath. ”

"I'd like to see if the Wooden Swordsman really lives up to his reputation?"

At this moment, three harsh and ugly words like night owls suddenly sounded, and three figures that appeared at some point and from nowhere appeared around the wooden swordsman, and together with Cao Tong, they formed a trap on it.

These three people are wearing red, green, and purple respectively, and their bodies and appearances are almost the same, revealing a feminine temperament. Especially the eyes, I don't know if it's because the cheekbones are too high, they squeezed their eyes thin, as thin as snake eyes, and their eyes flashed with Sen Han's gaze, Sen Han's murderous intent.

Even the sword in their hand was crooked, and its shape was very much like that of a serpent. The sword body is also covered with terrifying patterns like poisonous snakes, which are also red, green, and purple, corresponding to the color of their clothes. In the fiery sunset, the sword body was still glowing with a little fluorescence, and it looked exactly like the shining snake scales.

Although there was nothing else out of the ordinary, these three serpentine swords must be quite extraordinary.

An extraordinary sword is matched with an extraordinary man.

These three people are not mediocre nameless people.

Seeing these three people appear, Cao Tong clenched the sword in his hand tightly, and his heart that wanted to retreat stabilized again.

Seeing this, the man in red sneered: "Wooden swordsman, there are four of us here today, and you will definitely die in Huangquan." Back then, you killed our fourth brother, and today I want you to scream. lest thou see Hades, and thou knowest who slew thee, and tell thee that our name is—"

The wooden swordsman suddenly interrupted and said lightly, "There's no need. ”

The man in red: "It's not necessary?"

The wooden swordsman nodded and said, "Indeed, there is no need. I never remember the names of dead people. The names of the dead do not have to be memorized. The tone was indifferent, and his voice was full of the confidence and arrogance of a swordsman, just like the ice and snow on the mountains in the distance, there was no second color.

If someone else said this, it might make people think that this person was too arrogant, but if it was him, it would make people feel that it should be like this.

The man in red didn't speak, but the cold gaze in his eyes suddenly burst out and burst out. The same is true for the green and purple clothes.

The wooden swordsman looked at Cao Tong, sighed again, and said regretfully, "Why don't you leave?"

The man in red sneered: "He still wants to step on your life to become famous, how can he be willing to leave?!"

Cao Tong's eyes flickered. He didn't speak, but he said it all.

The wooden swordsman shook his head and said lightly: "It's a pity, it's a pity." I don't like to kill, so why should you die?"

At the end of the words, the killing machine started.

"Less nonsense, kill!!"

The sunset is blood-red.

Deciduous Xiao Xiao.