The cold momentum exploded in an instant, and the red-haired girl's attack made me turn around and dodge.

The blade of her sword was only about a centimeter away from my face, and if I didn't dodge it in time, I am afraid that it would have already been split by one of its swords.

I quickly fought back.

Speed was my strength, so I slashed three swords with ease.

The other party also slashed out three swords, and his sassy heroic posture traced a good-looking body curve in the sun, dancing in a red power suit and a short skirt on the lower body, looking as fanatical as fire.

All of my attacks were retracted by her, and as she retreated, she used her swordsmanship to contend with her.

Staggered, I engaged in a fierce battle with her.

Soon, I was defeated, and the iron sword in my hand was broken by her very violently with strange swordsmanship.

I was hit in the face by the other person's delicate-looking fist, and I fell to the ground, unconscious for a moment.

When I opened my eyes, I saw her pointing her iron sword at my throat, looking haughty, stepping on my stomach and looking at me condescendingly.

At this moment, I felt a heavy feeling of being oppressed by death, and I couldn't breathe.

I didn't expect that there were such powerful masters in this world, and she had at least two swordsmanship just now, including the speed flow that was equal to me, and the force flow that restrained me.

I was terrified and glared at her, but instead of taking my life, she slowly withdrew the iron sword and put it in the sword pouch around her waist.

"What's your name?" I mustered up the courage to ask.

"Willia Walker, the 10th generation of sword ghosts!" The voice of the other party.

She took two steps back, her face expressionless, "My father has just left, and it is not appropriate to see blood, so don't come again next time, otherwise you will die a miserable death."

With these words, she turned and left.

I looked at her back and said angrily, "Hey, aren't you going to ask my name!"

"The dead don't need to know their names." The other party's flat voice is getting farther and farther away.

"Bang!"

The wounded were carried away, and the doors of the mansion were slammed shut.

I was defeated shortly after leaving the school, and I was a little depressed, but when I thought that the enemy was dead, then I didn't have to continue to practice swords, and I could go back to live a peaceful life with my mother, and my mood was a little better.

Finally home.

There was no sign of my mother in the thatched hut in the mountains, so I began to cry out and search.

Finally, I saw her on the edge of the cliff, and found that she was much haggard and thin.

"Mom?"

I stepped forward and tried to shout, and saw her holding a knitted sweater.

"Ah, Getai is back!" She looked very surprised, as if it was an incredible thing that I could come back.

She came over and put the sweater on me, her eyes were very dark, and I felt a kind of distress and uneasiness.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" I grabbed her hand and asked, and found that her hand was very cold.

"Nothing, how's going on out there?" She digressed from the subject.

"Mondo is dead." I replied.

The mother paused for a moment, and then smiled with relief, but her voice was very hoarse.

"What a good boy for Dark!"

I reminded, "I didn't kill him, and when I went, people said he was dead.

Plus, I was defeated by his daughter."

My mother froze for a moment, frowned, and looked at me puzzled.

"What!"

She took a few steps back, and I was worried that she would fall, so I reached out and grabbed him.

I said happily, "We don't have to worry about the enemy coming and killing us, he's dead."

Mother shook her head and said loudly, "No, you can't think like that!"

"Why?" My voice was puzzled, "Isn't it good that we can live in peace now and say goodbye to a life of fear?"

My mother laughed dumbly, leaving me stunned.

She looked sad, her eyes were rosy, and she touched her tears and said, "No...... Gott, you don't understand.

The Walkers are our enemies, and as the blood of the Orvieto family, you owe it to you to kill them and take back everything that belongs to us.

Property, rights, and reputation.

There's at least one thing you have to take back, and your father's honor with you!"

She looked at me and pleaded, "Promise me that you must become a sword ghost, okay, you are your father's long-cherished wish."

I hesitated for a moment, and I couldn't bear my mother's continued sadness, so I had to nod, "Okay, I will become the new sword ghost and take back everything that originally belonged to us!"

My mother pushed my hand away and smiled miserably at me, "Getai, there is something that I have been hiding from you for a long time, but in fact, you ......."

I interrupted, "I don't want to hear this, let's go home!"

There was a pause.

I gently added, "It's windy here, so it's easy to catch a cold."

My mother laughed all the time, very quietly, and I was very puzzled.

"Actually...... Jike likes you a lot, and he doesn't want you to go down."

After saying that, my mother suddenly turned around and jumped off the cliff, which shocked my heart.

"Mom!"

I ran over and could clearly see her fall and then fall on the bottom pile of rocks, motionless.

At this moment, I felt a great pain in my heart, but my brain was so blank that I could only watch like this.

It took me a long time before I realized and went down the cliff to look for it.

The mother was completely out of breath and became a cold corpse.

I remember that she said before that when a person dies, he must be buried as soon as possible.

Even though I was very reluctant in my heart, I still did what she said before.

I simply erected a monument and cried for a long, long time until I could not stand on my feet and fell groggily.

When I woke up, I found myself back in a thatched hut and lying on my bed.

On the old tea table was a book of swords, which looked older than the table, and was also very broken.

Jike often looks at it, and I often learn to look at it when I have nothing to do.

Now that he and his mother are gone, my only goal in life now seems to be only revenge and becoming a sword ghost.

Just like before, just do your mother's orders honestly.

With this idea in mind, I picked up the sword book, read it carefully, and began to study for a long time.

Two autumns passed.

I only remember autumn and love it, so I say so.

In the kingdom, there have always been seven lists.

Those who can make it to any of these seven lists and stand at the front are called the Seven Great Powers.

The Seven Great Powers have the power to destroy entire continents, and the corresponding classes are:

Fighting spirits, swordsmen, knights, magicians, alchemists, animal tamers, and wizards at the very end.

Witchcraft has been so long that it has gradually been lost and even forgotten, so the wizard, a profession that was popular in ancient times, gradually declined.

Not a single great power has appeared for hundreds of years, and it is still called the weakest existence.

As a swordsman, I naturally know that a swordsman has the highest honor.

It's about being on the list and letting the world know your name.

The first in line is the Sword God, with this name, then you are the supreme existence on the continent, the "god" among the human race.

It's a pity that the title of Sword God has not been reached since the war between the human and demon races more than fifty years ago.

In second place is the Juggernaut.

Juggernaut is not a title that is only weaker than the Sword God.

More powerful than the Sword Saint, there are also Sword Venerable, Sword Emperor, and Sword Emperor level swordsmen.

It's just that no one has broken through the shackles of the saint level yet, so it ranks second.

The third place is the sword ghost.

This is a special title, and the swordsmanship level of the past owner is generally below the holy level and above the king level.

I practiced swordsmanship diligently, often for two and a half years, traveling around the kingdom, defeating many well-known masters, ranking ninth on the list, with the goal of becoming a new swordsman.

"My name is Getai Orvieto, 15 years old, and I'm here today to challenge the sword ghost and defeat you!"

Heroes gather in the ring.

I made a name for myself, stood in the ring, and received a lot of respectful eyes.

I skipped past them, focusing on the girl in the red dress at the forefront, on the high seat.

"The sword ghost only accepts the challenge of the ghost path sword descendant, young man, step aside."

The old man next to him spoke lightly, looking like the butler of the Walker family.

I emphasized, "My name is Getai Oviedo, my father is Duck Oviedo, and I am an orthodox Ghost Dao Sword descendant!"

"Orvieto!"

When they heard this, the people began to talk and exchanged ears.

The Orvieto family and the Walker family used to be friendly, but in my father's generation, conflicts and hatreds arose.

Hearing that I was from the Orvieto family, the group of people in the Walker family looked serious, with an undisguised murderous intent in their eyes.

I was a very keen hearing and could hear them discussing how to solve me.

"Miss, the other party is the remnant of the Oviedo family, and the grass must be eradicated, so Miss, since the other party is here to send him to death, then we will ......."

"I see."

The girl in the red dress responded lightly with her eyes half-closed, her chin on her hand.

She took the cross-sword handed by the servant, and leaped into the ring nimbly like a sparrow.

"I'll give you a chance, leave now, I don't want to kill." The girl's cold voice.

I noticed a bronze dagger hanging from the other person's waist, stretched out my finger and pointed at it, and excitedly said, "That's my thing!"

The girl lowered her head, her red hair swaying slightly, and hesitated for a moment.

She responded, "Then it seems that we have a lot of grudges, forget it, let's solve it quickly."

She drew her sword, flashed an afterimage, and approached me.

I stabbed my back like a spear, and I met it with my sword.

Battles between the Speed Swordsmen are generally short, with only a split second.

With a sense of shock, I was defeated again.

This is my second ...... No, the third defeat was at her hands.

The picture of my childhood is vivid.

The same scene happened, the girl stood in front of me, the sword in her hand about to stab down.

When I fell to the ground, I felt fear from her again, but suddenly I found that she was quite good-looking, with a pair of beautiful pink apricot eyes and bright pupils as bright as jewels.

With a small nose and a shallow face, she looks very cute.

But I was trembling with fear now, and my teeth couldn't help but chatter.

In the image, her father is a monkey with pointed ears, but her daughter is so beautiful.

And, she's strong.

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