Senior brother, you can't do it at all, the name of the sword ghost belongs to me, hahaha!"

"Ahh Terrible screams.

The blade slashed through the man's throat, and red blood spurted out like a spring.

When I was eight years old, I witnessed my father's death.

The purple-robed man who fell on the stage and had his throat slashed was my father, the chief disciple of the eighth generation of sword ghosts, Dak Oviedo.

Standing on the stage was another man, the guy who killed my father, Mondo Walker.

"No...... Dark!"

The mother collapsed to the ground, crying loudly and in a desolate voice.

Emotional, she stood up and fell again.

When he got up, his leg fell down again because of weakness.

Finally, she crawled tremblingly to her father's corpse and held the other person's face in a pool of blood with trembling hands.

"I'm the new sword ghost!"

"Long live the sword ghost!"

"Hooray!"

Mondo, the sharp-eared monkey-cheeked guy, shouted at the audience.

The people below raised their arms and shouted, and the sound was deafening.

I looked at them blankly, and saw that they didn't care about my father's life or death, and kept their eyes on Mondo.

I don't understand, doesn't anyone care about my father?

He is obviously such a kind person, friendly to others, and has a gentle personality.

My eyes suddenly fixed on the little girl who was about my age on the other side.

The red-haired woman sat in her seat, looking as dazed as I was.

She also looked at me, tilting her head, her little face was fleshy, very cute.

I turned my attention to my mother.

It was found that she cried even more sadly, painfully.

I suddenly felt sad for her, but I didn't feel much about my father's death.

Because the father is a ...... What kind of people?

Forehead...... It's the kind of person who concentrates on sword practice and has a good personality, but he doesn't care much about children.

In my memory, I saw that his pictures have always been about swords, in addition to practicing swords or practicing swords.

"Despicable, shameless, you poisoned!"

The mother suddenly glared at Mondo with an expression that looked like she was going to eat someone.

"Hehehe, don't be stupid, Lady Orviedo, your husband is not as good as others and has lost the duel.

Don't make excuses to slander me and save face for your husband.

I'm the new sword ghost now!"

Mondo raised his chin in a cold voice, his expression haughty.

"He was poisoned and lost the duel after drinking the wine you gave, you despicable villain!" Mother's voice was bitter.

Mondo grabbed her, sniffing at her neck.

The mother struggled, but the other party easily grabbed her hands with one hand, and she couldn't move her wrists.

I saw Mondo whispering something in my mother's ear.

Having been hearing impaired since I was a child, I could easily capture his conversations with his mother.

"Hehe, Lady Orvieto, I did poison me, but so what?

Only the victors are qualified to write a new history, so what can you do as a woman?"

"I'll kill you!" Mother's low growl.

Mondo smiled and said loudly, "Hahaha, Lady Orvieto, do you know how much I admired you when I was younger?

Now that you're in front of me, I'm not going to let you go, I'm going to ...... Rub you so hard that you fall on your knees at my feet!"

"Let go of my mother, you bad guy!"

I couldn't help it, so I rushed forward angrily, picked up the dagger my father had given me, and stabbed it in the direction of Mondo.

But before I could get closer, he just kicked me and shook me away in the air.

I fell to the ground and rolled several times before I could barely stop.

"Getai, leave me alone, run!"

"Mom!"

My mother looked at me and burst into tears.

I stood up, picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, and rushed over again.

Dodge the vindictive spirit that Mondo shook with his feet.

This time I managed to get close, but he picked it up with one hand and threw it to the side at will.

"Do you think I'll spare your mother and son, cutting grass to eradicate the roots!"

I saw Mondo with a hideous expression, holding the dagger my father had given me.

Just now, my weapon was snatched away by the other party.

It was the only relic of my father.

Her mother was not a fighter spirit, let alone a swordsman, so she was powerless and was bound by Mondo.

"Getai!" She looked at me with tears on her face and cried.

Suddenly, he looked at Mondo and pleaded, "Please, let my son go, I will do whatever you want me to do."

"Hehe, it's up to you."

Mondo shouted to the other side, calling a little girl.

It's the little girl who was as dazed as I was before.

"Willia, then, kill him with this!"

She seemed to be Mondo's daughter, and after taking the dagger, she still looked at me blankly, at a loss.

"Hurry up!"

Under Mondo's scolding.

She walked slowly towards me, dagger in both hands, but there was a hint of hesitation on her face.

She raised her dagger a little stiffly, and her hands trembled slightly.

I stared at her, so scared that I forgot how to move my hands and feet, and my mind went blank.

It was the first time I had a fear of her.

Just as she was about to stab me.

Suddenly, I saw a figure rushing up from the audience.

The figure was fast, like my father's, easily slashing the two guards and coming in front of Mondo.

Mondo shook off his mother and engaged in a fierce battle.

The main focus of the swordsmanship of the speed flow is a fast word.

That's why I was dazzled by their fights.

I noticed that the little girl in front of me was stunned, and the dagger in her hand was slowly lowered.

That's my thing, so I want to take it away.

So I threw myself into it.

In the next second, the girl turned her head in an instant, glared at me fiercely, and then kicked me away.

It turns out that she is so powerful, which is the opposite of her weak appearance.

I fell off the stage unconscious.

When I woke up, I found myself in my mother's arms.

There was a hint of sadness on her beautiful face, and her eyes were ruddy.

She was stunned, but she noticed that I had woken up and gently stroked my face.

"Mom, where are we?" I asked.

The mother replied, "In the carriage, your Uncle Jike saved us."

I got up, opened the curtains, and poked my head outside, where I saw Uncle Jike, disguised, driving the carriage.

We were on the official road, far from the town, surrounded by a wilderness.

My mother pulled me in and told me, "Don't look outside, hide in the carriage."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

The mother hesitated for a moment and sighed, "I don't know either."

"Does Uncle Najik know?" I asked again.

The mother shook her head and did not speak.

Ten years old.

I practiced my sword in a clearing in the mountains.

Uncle Jike took my mother and me into hiding here for two years.

For two years, my mother taught me how to read and write, and Uncle Jike taught me how to wield a sword.

Day after day, year after year, I slowly felt that it was boring.

Another time passed.

It was pouring rain outside the thatched hut.

I was standing in the rain, my clothes wet from the rain.

I'm still practicing my sword, rain or shine.

I didn't do it voluntarily, but my mother and Uncle Jike forced me to do it.

My mother said it was so that I could avenge my father in the future, and Uncle Jik said the same thing.

I was tired and gasping for air, the rain was lighter, and the rain in the sky was wrapped in a chill.

My hands were covered with thick calluses and a few blisters.

It was a painful process caused by sword training, but I didn't have a choice.

I suddenly looked at the thatched hut, and I was a keen hearing, and I could clearly hear my mother's voice inside.

I didn't think much about it, I just wanted to go back to my room to shelter from the rain and rest.

Just as I was about to open the door, it was automatically opened from the inside.

It's the mother.

She looked at me as she straightened her clothes, her expression cold, "Why don't you continue to practice swords."

I replied, "I want to rest for a while, it's cold outside."

"If you exercise more, you won't get cold, for your father, hurry up and practice swords, I'm staring at you at the door!"

My mother seemed to be resolute and stern, and she would not allow me to bargain.

So I turned around and went back, stood in the rain and continued to practice my sword.

I noticed that Uncle Jik was hugging her from behind, naked with her upper body.

The mother pushed the other away, "The child is watching."

She said to Uncle Jik, "Go and stay with him."

Uncle Jike nodded, and again, with a wooden sword, walked towards me.

"Getai, let me see how much you've improved!"

I nodded and attacked Uncle Jike.

Thirteen years old.

I've been learning swordsmanship with Jike for five years.

Today he took me to the foot of the mountain.

"Getai, if you win against me, you can go down the mountain."

Jik gave me the first iron sword in my life.

My training with him today is different from the previous one, and the real sword I am holding is instead of the wooden sword I used to be.

He said that he didn't have anything to give me, that I had learned all the techniques of the speed stream, and that now was the time to test whether I could become a teacher.

I came face to face with him like this, at a certain distance, and struck a position to draw my sword.

Duels of the Speed Swordsman often require only one move.

I clenched the iron sword at my waist, gripping the scabbard and hilt, unconsciously nervous.

Jik is a high-ranking swordsman, and I have only one word for his image.

"Strong!"

He has a strong physique, strong swordsmanship, and a tough heart.

I saw him kill the tiger that harassed my mother and me in the mountains.

At that time, there was no fear in his eyes, and I was paralyzed by the tiger's hideous appearance.

This time, can I beat him.

He moved.

The sword was drawn so fast that I could only see an afterimage.

He taught me that sometimes you can't feel things with your eyes alone.

So I closed my eyes and felt everything around me with my hearing ear.

There is no excessive movement and sword skills.

I just instinctively used my speed to the best I could, and then swung the blade of the sword.

The sword is out of its sheath, and there is no turning back, stop.

I opened my eyes and found myself behind Jik.

Looking back, he was looking at me and smiling.

"Very well, you are indeed very talented, even better than your father."

A thin blood-red line slowly stretched out of his neck.

Blood spurted out of it and splashed on my face, making me feel the heat of the blood.

"Bang."

He fell.

He watched me quietly, bleeding from his mouth and nostrils as he breathed.

There were no resentful words, no superfluous confiding, he seemed to let go of something, slowly exhaled, and closed his eyes with a relaxed expression.

I froze in place, dazed.

It's like witnessing my father's death, I don't feel too much, I just feel empty.

I heard something and subconsciously turned my head to look in the direction where the sound came from.

It's the mother.

She stood at a distance and watched me, covering her mouth, the burden in her hand falling to the ground.

It was filled with new clothes that seemed to have been knitted for me.

I was still standing there and didn't want to leave.

I don't know why, but the sword is still in my hand.

The mother walked over slowly, looked at Jike on the ground, and was silent for a while.

I was silent, and there was no sadness in my heart, only blankness.

"Go and avenge your father, and take back his honor."

The mother's voice was cold, as if she were speaking to a stranger.

I nodded numbly, just as I had done in response to my mother's orders.

I know what she and Uncle Jike were doing in the house while I was out practicing my sword.

I can hear you.

I walked away without saying a word, with only one goal in mind, that is, to complete the task given by my mother, to find Mondo Walker, kill him, and avenge my father.

I've been walking for almost half a month, and when I'm hungry on the way, I'll look for wild turnips in the nearby fields, or hunt some small game to eat.

When you are thirsty, drink from the brook by the roadside.

It's still that familiar place.

It was my original home, a bustling city.

There was a luxurious mansion in the center of the city, but now it was no longer Oviedo's majesty, and the people in it had changed.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

The guard at the door stopped me.

"I'm looking for Mondo Walker, I'm here to challenge him."

The two guards looked at each other with strange expressions.

"I'm sorry, you can't see him anymore."

"Go back and forth from where you want."

I felt puzzled in my heart, feeling that the two people in front of me were hindering me, so I slashed out a sword at random, and it was very fast.

They froze for a moment, and when they reacted, the clothes on their bodies had been infected with the gushing blood, and they looked down at the wound that suddenly appeared, their faces full of incredulity, and then they fell.

I didn't kill them, because they were irrelevant people, I just temporarily incapacitated them.

I was about to walk in when one of the fallen guards grabbed me by the calf, "You can't go in."

"Why?" I don't understand the voice.

"Because the man you're looking for is dead!"

At that moment, another voice came from the front.

I turned my head and saw a glamorous girl with red hair and a ponytail walking towards me.

She was followed by a retinue of swords, and it seemed that there could be tension at any moment.

"Dead? You mean, Mondo Walker, the ninth generation of sword ghosts, is dead!"

My eyes widened and I was very surprised.

The cold-eyed girl's entourage surrounded me, all of them looking unkind.

"My father was buried yesterday."

"I see." I was disappointed.

Turning around, I was going to leave and bring the news back to my mother.

But these attendants stopped me and wouldn't let me leave.

I slashed out a sword at random, and the invisible sword qi penetrated through their bodies, and a large group of people in front of them fell in response.

Just as I stepped over the doorrail and left.

A cold girl's scolding came from behind, "Stop!"

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