Although he was only seventeen years old, he became famous in the state of Yazhi, as brilliant as the sun.

His master is a well-known near god powerhouse in the state of the cliff, a generation of ghost swords, the netherworld, his one-handed swordsmanship, one hundred and eight martial arts dance sword duel, resounding throughout the north and south of the river, can break its sword style, so far no one has heard of it, in the forty years of the cliff state, many swordsmen who love swords and obsessive swords look for him to challenge, but in the end they came and returned.

The name of the ghost sword, for decades, is like a towering mountain, no one surpasses it, not to say that the ghost sword's sword is the best in the world, above Kyushu, there are also some sword saints, sword immortals, and even the strongest of the sword tyrant, but the ghost sword is only based on a corner of the cliff state, the real sword is the strongest, regardless of victory or defeat.

No one knows the reason, no one dares to ask the reason, but the reputation of the ghost sword alone is enough to explain everything, the ghost sword is not a waste of fame, but a reputation played in the past forty years, and the warriors who have reached that level no longer care much about these competitive psychology, they only ask for two things, become a god, and have a successor who surpasses themselves.

When the ghost sword announced to the world that Zong Wenwu had become his only disciple, countless people were full of doubts and regrets......

The ghost sword's swordsmanship, one hundred and eight style sword dance duels, even the strong people close to the gods have sighed, and the martial arts of the gods are nothing more than that.

However, the persistence of the ghost sword has not been questioned again by the people of the world, because Zongwenwu has smashed all the rumors, worshiped the knees of the netherworld at the age of ten, practiced swords in the deep mountains for five years, and has not been out of the world for a day, practicing hard, although he is stupid and has poor comprehension, but his focus and hard work are different from the talents of ordinary geniuses.

More precious, and rare encounters, at the age of fifteen he was proficient in swordsmanship, at the age of sixteen he was recognized by the ghost sword for the first time, and began to practice the sword dance, and in just one year, he mastered the eighteen styles of the sword dance.

Don't underestimate this few eighteen styles, in fact, it's not that the ghost sword is unwilling to accept more disciples, but the cultivation conditions of this sword dance duel are extremely harsh, and it is not that there are too many conditions, but those who practice the sword dance duel have a ninety percent probability that they will escape into the demon path.

Because this is where the name of the ghost sword comes from......

If you want to cultivate the sword, you must enter the demon first, become a demon in your heart, and kill the demon in your heart, and you will get the result.

After the ghost sword created this set of martial arts and sword dances, there were no less than 100 people who wanted to cultivate, and the results were tragic without exception, all of them fell into demons, and finally were killed by the ghost sword......

In the past forty years, Zong Wenwu has been the only young man who has passed the prerequisites, so he has won the favor of the Netherworld Duel and has become the first and only successor of his sword dance duel.

It's just that these Netherworld Duel's past are not known to outsiders, and the other people who know are only Zong Wenwu, when Zong Wenwu first worshiped under the Netherworld Duel, Netherworld Duel told him about his past: "You are the one hundred and forty-sixth person, the one hundred and forty-five people in front of you, all of them were killed by the teacher, are you still willing to become the apprentice of the master?"

At that moment, he shed tears, tears poured down, he seemed to be able to feel the desolation and sorrow of the netherworld's decision to kill his beloved disciples, that was not avoidable, practicing swords into demons, like demon beasts becoming demonic beasts, losing their humanity, killing people when they meet people, killing people with life, and killing life, no living creature will escape their gaze.

The Netherworld can only stop all the blame on his own shoulders, bear the reproach of his conscience again and again, stop killing by killing, and only ask for one of his own heirs, but he has not seen a single person for more than 30 years, until the appearance of Zong Wenwu.

There have been many times when Netherworld wants to end his sinful life, but those young people who have apprenticed to him have gone forward one after another, not afraid of life and death, and persistently moving forward, but the final result is that Netherworld has failed them.

The moment Zong Wenwu appeared, the Netherworld still had such words: "You are the last apprentice of the master in this life, if you fail again, after the master kills you, he will definitely go with you, go to Huangquan with your senior brothers, and ask them for guilt......"

Zong Wenwu cried at that moment: "Master, the apprentice will definitely not let you down, Wenwu must have cut off his own life with his own hands before entering the demon, so as not to let the master grieve any more, this is my promise to the master, and it will not change until death." ”

"Self-severance...... "This is the only one among the 146 disciples of the Netherworld Decision, Zong Wenwu is the only one who says this.

The ghost sword and the netherworld are singing, the sword is arrogant, and the dance is unparalleled.

The wind rises, the rain falls, the thunderbolt is thorough, the temples are hoarfrost, the sword dance is one night, and the white head is white......

Five years later, Zong Wenwu finally began to practice the sword dance, and the result was unusually smooth, about one style in a month, and eighteen styles a year, which was the best in the world.

The Netherworld was overjoyed and announced to the world that his ghost sword finally had a successor, and he would definitely become a god in the future, surpassing the pride of his master......

At the moment when Zong Wenwu practiced at the age of sixteen, the Netherworld Decisive came out of the mountain unexpectedly and led Zong Wenwu to compete with the Sword Sect, one of the fifty forces, but as a result, none of the younger generations of the Sword Sect in that battle walked through the Sword Showdown of Zongwen and Wuwu and lost miserably.

That battle is known as the kendo exchange of the young generation, the battle of the civil and military is shocking, crying ghosts and gods, and the title of sword is unequaled from now on, everyone in the state of the cliff knows and everyone knows, and the reputation of only by virtue of the age of sixteen has surpassed many martial artists blessed by force.

In that battle, five hundred and sixty-four people fought in one day, without a moment's rest, Zong Wenwu was deeply affected by the most difficult test since he learned the sword, and finally stood in the Sword Sect, standing unconscious, full of domineering.

But who knows, after that battle, the Netherworld Duel unexpectedly disappeared without a trace, leaving only one sentence: "Enter the general election of the Wudou Palace, three years later, the ghost sword went to the Wudou Palace to personally pick up the civil and military, and gave the remaining civil and military sword dance sword duel ninety styles......"

Therefore, Zongwen Wucai followed the master's will and came to Wudou Fort to participate in the general election of the Wudou Palace, not for the sword dance and the ninety style, but for the reunion with the master after three years, and asked him for a reason: "Why did you abandon the apprentice?"

A sword dance, full of sorrow, Zongwenwu's robe hunted and flying in the wind, like the light of the polar night, beautiful, such a beautiful sword dance, Zongwenwu's face is only left with deep sadness, withering and prosperous, Luo Xie is frivolous.

The half-beast was infected by a sword dance of Zong Wenwu, he seemed to see the deep pain in Zong Wenwu's heart, his life had no parents, only the master Netherworld, two unfortunate people, different experiences, the same pain.

The sword dance is still the same, the fluttering is still the same, there is only one style of dancing sword duel, the sword art with the fall of each sword of Zongwen Wu and dozens of flying swords linger around the body, the sword and the sword are connected, and the joy is a giant dragon, a long sickle, cutting the air.

The phantom of each sword, with a strong force lingering on it, as if it had to be cut into pieces of flesh when it was in it, endured the punishment of ten thousand swords cutting bones.

Gradually, the sword dance of Zongwenwu became faster and faster, but his figure became more and more elegant, weird, one afterimage, two afterimages...... Until the nine afterimages, each afterimage is a vertical civil and martial arts, and above each vertical civil and martial arts, there are dozens of flying swords fluttering.

Although it was an afterimage, the screaming sound of breaking the air proved the authenticity of the attack, it was a real attack, and it would withstand nearly a thousand cuts in a second, and even the half-beasts were stunned by the strength of the civil and martial arts.

The half-beast knew that if he fought with Zongwen Wu, then he would not have half a chance of winning, whether it was swordsmanship or attack, he was too monotonous and direct, and he did not have the disadvantage of a weapon, it was conceivable that he was even more looking forward to the summoning of the feather bow three years later.

However, the sword dance of Zongwen and Wu did not end here, the current sword dance duel has just begun, the previous changes are just the prelude to the sword dance duel, the sword dance, the sword dance has not yet begun, the formation of the nine phantoms, the convergence of the flying sword, is the initial display of the true power of the sword dance.

Dance the sword to decide, if you want to cultivate the sword, enter the demon first, become a demon in your heart, and kill the demon in your heart, you can get the result......

Zong Wenwu cut down with a sword, cut a small wound on his arm, but there was no blood flowing out, this is how he found not to fall into the devil, in the sword dance, stabbing himself, not letting the violent anger of the sword dance erode himself.

At the same time, the use of force to stop the flow of blood.

At the moment when Zong Wenwu began to dance the sword duel first form, the half-beast and the others around him also felt the condensation of the surrounding air, glowing with a rich bloody killing aura, full of ruthlessness and slaughter.

"What a violent killing. Fan Liang deeply felt the power of the sword dance, this kind of martial arts is probably much stronger than all the martial arts in the Martial Arts Palace, and it is worthy of being the self-created martial arts of the near god powerhouse, "At a young age, you can have second-class martial arts, and the future road to the Star Path Avenue, but this martial art seems to be too much to kill, and it is inevitable that he will lose his mind in the killing, no wonder the ghost sword will send him to the Martial Arts Palace, I am afraid it is just to let him find the source of peace in the Martial Arts Palace......"

Zong Wenwu's long hair floated without wind, and he was sprinkled, and gradually he recalled all his experiences, recalled that great battle, fought hundreds of people in a day, and every time he defeated one person, the anger in his heart flourished, until in the end, he even almost killed a few disciples of the Sword Sect, but fortunately, his master stopped him in the end.

After the battle, he did not faint because of sleepiness, but the anger in his heart, devouring his reason, was slapped by the master and fell unconscious, his last picture is the master's slap on the back of his neck, and then he stood straight in place, calm, and woke up after the master disappeared.

The long black hair continued to dance wildly in the air, the nine afterimages were like this, and the flying sword was like this, and gradually Zongwen Wu seemed to have lost his mind, and the crazy martial arts were like a crazy beast without the promise just now.

"Master, master......" Zong Wenwu shouted, his eyes were blurred, and he began to be a little sluggish, and even became more and more sluggish, "Master, where have you been, why does my heart hurt?"

"Enough......" The half-beast finally didn't look any further, how beautiful the dance was, what about the madness of the dance, lost his mind, fell into the devil, the demon beast became a demonic beast, all the nature is not there, the emotion is not there, the memory is not there, the human affection is not there, they all become phantoms, and the essence of the sword dance has changed.

"Bang......" The half-beast ignored the pain of the frenzied cutting of his own skin, and punched the back of Zong Wenwu's neck, and then fell to one knee in exhaustion......

The sword dance ended, the afterimage disappeared, the sword shadow dispersed, Zong Wenwu looked at the half-beast kneeling on one knee in front of him in confusion, and looked at the tears soaked in his handsome face on his face, some puzzled, some puzzled: "Why, why are they all fascinated, but you are so sad?"

"The sword is lonely, the dance is bleak, the person is confused, and the feelings are painful, is this sword dance really what you intended, have you succeeded, are you worthy of joy?" the half-beast wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and asked rhetorically.

Zong Wenwu bent down to support the half-beast, and his eyes were also full of tears: "I didn't expect that there would be someone in the master's sword dance, who can see his shortcomings, see the shortcomings of my sword dance, I'm sorry, I lost my temper just now......"

"No, I don't blame you, this set of sword dancing is the most powerful martial art I have ever seen, whether it is strength, speed, or destructive power in the attack, it can be called flawless, but the anger in it is too heavy, and it is not suitable for human cultivation at all. The half-beast said slowly.

"I know, so I have another goal in the future, to improve the sword dance duel, so that it becomes a perfect existence......" Zong Wenwu nodded meaningfully, and then hugged the half-beast heavily, "Bosom friends are hard to find, bosom friends are hard to find, with you, I am indulging in civil and martial arts, and there is nothing else to ask for in this life......"

The half-beast also hugged him heavily, and at this moment they really knew each other......

All this happened too weird, too twists and turns, everyone hadn't reflected it, and in the killing just now, they were shocked, and the half-beast and Zong Wenwu hugged together......

"You ...... Hmph...... "The lungs of the curtain are about to explode."

I thought: What is the situation, I was still dancing the sword just now, and now the two big men, no, the two young people are hugging each other, this is too immoral, even if you like each other, at least you have to find a quiet environment where no one is around...... No, no, the half-beast is my little husband, how can he like men, absolutely not, his love tendency, can't be changed, otherwise what will I do in the future......

Thinking of this, Mu Xiaoxiao hurriedly stepped forward and separated the two from the dead embrace, Fan Liang on the side saw all the changes, it could not be said that it was a thousand shots, if the half-beast did not have enough physical strength, and the strength just now was not enough to wake up Zong Wenwu, then just now he could be sure that the half-beast would definitely die.

Ahri, who was at the neck of the half-beast, also saw it in her eyes and was anxious, but she believed in her own judgment and believed that the half-beast could handle it......

"Huh...... I'm sorry, I seem to be a little carried away......" After the ups and downs just now, Zong Wenwu also smiled a little embarrassed.

"Hmph......" Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at him, and after leaving a sentence, he pulled the half-beast away from some Zongwenwu, "Perverted ......"

"Uh......" Zong Wenwu shook his head helplessly and sighed, not arguing, for this kind of unruly lady, if you stimulate her, the more serious the consequences, the best way is not to argue.

"Okay, it turns out that Zong Wenwu has finished dancing the sword, and then the half-beast, Gu Chenyue, you should know it in your hearts......" Fan Liang looked at the two of them and reminded.

"I ......" Gu Chenyue also saw everything just now, but all this happened too fast, and when she counted to more than two hundred, she was already dazzled by the dazzling flying swords, where could she continue to distinguish the number of flying swords.

No matter how arrogant and domineering Gu Chenyue is, but as a martial artist, she still said very simply: "I give up, I lost this game......"

Then she looked at the half-beast and asked him, "What about you, half-beast?"

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