In the Yan ancestral hall.

Before dawn, the young man got up early in the morning, carried his bamboo cane, braved the wind and rain, and rushed to practice his sword.

Sure enough, it is not possible to work behind closed doors, since he and Li Ducian swordsmanship, mutual grinding and grinding, in just two months, he has made great progress in his swordsmanship, and the sword spectrum he has learned in the past is also being integrated in an amazing realm.

And he could also sense that Li Ducian's knife technique was also undergoing earth-shaking changes.

This man made the knife strange at first, suddenly brilliant, and suddenly it was a mess, obviously one moment it was still an incomparably exquisite knife move, but the next move became miserable.

But this is not a bad thing, he can see that this person is practicing swords with his heart, no one is born perfect, and the same is true for swordsmanship.

Once upon a time, someone swung the sword thousands of times day and night, spring and autumn, cold and summer, and achieved a fast sword in the martial arts, which shocked the world; There are also people who do not change at all times, draw their swords and wield swords all day long, and finally achieve a terrifying knife technique, which is almost sacred.

Ordinary things can be learned only by repeating them in this way, but they cannot see through the changes.

Tens of thousands, even tens of thousands, tens of thousands of swings and slashes, each sword and every knife are different.

Although it seems to be the same, and it sounds the same, in order to achieve the most perfect technique, in order to master the most subtle changes of each move, seek the supreme sword, the strongest sword, and under the tempering of thousands of times, speed, strength, angle, and reaction, all changes have been from superficial to subtle, which are invisible to the naked eye.

It's a realm.

In his eyes, Li Ducian is transitioning from the superficial realm to the subtle realm, and he is constantly groping for better skills that belong to him, the skills of killing.

This person's perseverance is very terrifying, not only is he competitive, but he is even more ruthless to himself.

It may not be difficult to do one thing, but the difficult thing is to stick to it day and night; And Li Duciao's competitiveness is so strong that he even wants to win, breaking the limit again and again, and then constantly challenging the limit.

It's urgent.

Yan Shisan could already feel that this person was very eager to gain strength.

Terrible.

However, he is no different.

The old cloth shoes stepped on the puddle on the ground, Yan Shisan walked into the ancestral hall, he suddenly moved his nose, smelled a trace of blood, and his eyes wandered for a while, casting it to the corner.

Li Ducian was meditating and spitting himself, although his clothes were already soaked, he couldn't get rid of the rich blood, his face was pale and he didn't look like a living person, and his eyes were gloomy and he didn't look like a living person.

Yan Shisan hesitated: "Are you injured?" ”

Li Ducian said gently: "No, it's just that I encountered something and lost too much energy." ”

Yan Shisan's eyes moved: "You killed those people on the street?" ”

Hearing this, Li Ducian raised his eyebrows: "What person?" ”

Yan Shisan did not approach, but stood at the door, shrunk his thin body into the corner, vigilantly looked around, and whispered: "The people of the Divine Sword Villa." I heard that even the 'Feifeng Female Swordsman' Xie Fenghuang died, but that person was Hua Shaokun's wife, Xie Wangsun's sister, Xie Xiaofeng's aunt, and the remaining forty-three Xie children, all of whom were killed and placed in front of the 'Confucius Temple'. ”

Looking at Li Ducian's gradually bitter smile, Yan Shisan continued: "And the murderer left a word. ”

Li Ducian asked, "What words?" ”

Yan Shisan suddenly smiled: "Murderer, 'Ghost Prince' Li Dui. ”

Li Ducian rubbed his eyebrows: "I did kill people last night, but it wasn't these, it was estimated that it was my lady's handiwork...... Ghost Boy, hehe, it's cheesy. ”

Yan Shisan's eyes widened, as if he was extremely surprised: "You still have a wife?" ”

Li Ducian rolled her eyelids: "What?" Isn't it normal for a young handsome man like me, who is both civil and military, to be obsessed with a group of chivalrous women on the rivers and lakes? ”

Yan Shisan's smile was even more weird, extremely stiff, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his cheeks twitched: "Chivalrous girl? In the future, it is estimated that there will be no more, just this matter, plus you have also cultivated the 'Ghost Secret Spectrum', as the successor of the 'Ghost Group of Ghosts', from now on, the three words 'Li Duciao' can be the evil demon outer way, the white way martial arts, the famous and decent, everyone will be punished. ”

Li Ducian was not panicked after hearing this, but nodded with a smile: "Isn't it good?" ”

Yan Shisan was surprised: "This is okay? ”

Li Ducian stood up and said casually: "This rivers and lakes are treacherous, people's hearts are sinister, everyone is a face in front of people, a face behind people, cunning and unpredictable; Compared with the evil demons, at least you know that they are not good, but those so-called famous and decent people, what rivers and lakes veterans, martial arts seniors, maybe the face is merciful and kind, benevolent and righteous, but behind the scenes, men and women are prostitutes, insidious and despicable......"

At this point, he took a deep breath, his eyes changed faintly, and he said quietly: "Since I have stepped into the rivers and lakes with the 'ghost secret spectrum', there is no need to be rare in the name of goodness, I will hate myself if I hate me, and I will commit suicide to those who kill me, so why do I care if the front is right and evil, whether it is a friend or an enemy." ”

Yan Shisan sighed: "People like you are really terrible, if you succeed in martial arts in the future, there will be a few turmoil in the rivers and lakes." ”

"Turmoil?" Li Ducian sneered, and then sighed meaningfully, "How can turmoil be. ”

His laughter changed suddenly, he looked at Yan Shisan, and said softly: "Since I am already an evil demon outsider, I should go, I have to wait here for two days." ”

I didn't want Yan Shisan to learn from Li Ducicada's previous appearance, so he rolled his eyes: "You shouldn't have deliberately acted in a play to fight for this place with me, right?" ”

The two of them looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly they both laughed again.

"I am neither a white way, nor an underworld, nor a righteous or evil way." Yan Shisan looked at the bamboo stick in his hand, and said hopefully as if he was on the avenue, "I just want to see the scenery on the peak of martial arts and the peak of swordsmanship." ”

He looked at Li Ducian again and beckoned, "It's time for you to practice your sword." ”

Li Ducian nodded: "Okay!" ”

After speaking, Yan Shisan was curious: "Then since you already have a wife, do you have children?" Is it a man or a woman? Is my wife not beautiful? ”

Li Duciao's eyes slanted: "You dare to worry about my wife?" ”

Yan Shisan shook his head and said, "I'm thinking about what kind of wife and son a person like you can marry." ”

Li Ducian squinted and smiled: "She wants to kill me, and I want to kill her." ”

Yan Shisan was silent for a while before speaking: "Reasonable." ”

As they spoke, they drifted into the rain, swords moving in unison.

……

In front of the Confucius Temple.

The wind has not stopped, and the rain has not stopped.

But seeing a group of people coming from afar in the smoke and rain, all of them were wearing hats and robes, and under them was a black and white power suit that only the children of the Xie family had, all of them had swords, and their expressions were as cold as ice, their eyes were full of hatred and anger, and the aura of slaughter was overwhelming, which made people not frightened and shuddered.

In addition to the children of the Xie family, there is also Hua Shaokun, the "Dragon Swordsman" who fought with Murong Ying last night.

In front of them, forty-four corpses, neatly lined up in the rain.

In addition to the death of the "Flying Phoenix Female Swordsman" Xie Fenghuang, even the two clan elders of the Xie family and the forty-one disciples of the clan were all killed.

These people had sword wounds, palm wounds, knife wounds, and even claw wounds.

Among them, the body was torn apart, stitched together with needles and threads, and his chest was empty, revealing a bloody hole; Some people's sternum is shattered, and there is a palm print on the chest that is so purple that it makes people panic, and the purple is almost through the bone and into the marrow, which is extremely terrifying; There are also knife wounds, sword marks, slashing the neck, and swords picking the throat, all of which are actually fatal with one move.

"Although my aunt's swordsmanship has not reached its peak, she has also entered the hall and was killed by someone with a sword." A clear and lonely voice suddenly sounded from behind all the Xie disciples, "Isn't the second brother still missing?" ”

Everyone parted like a tide, and then saw a somewhat thin figure walk out of the crowd.

This man was a little short, and his hat and coat looked extremely ill-fitting, but his steps were so steady that it made his heart tremble, and his gas was more calm, and he took root, as if his not broad, thin and thin back was bearing a weight of ten thousand pounds, and he couldn't move fast.

"Point the Cang Sword Technique!"

"Kunlun Sect's Flying Dragon Great Nine Style!"

"Huashan Sect's Dragon Sword Technique!"

"Ghost claws grab people's souls, is this the 'ghost secret spectrum'?"

……

The people who came swept the wounds on the corpse in turn, and they were like a few treasures, and they came out one by one, and then walked to Xie Fenghuang's corpse step by step.

Looking at the sword wound from the corpse's throat, a wet mark suddenly slipped off the immature cheek under the hat.

It turned out that this was a young man, and what he was carrying on his back was not a weight, but an old sword, four feet long, which was simply carried diagonally behind him; The scabbard is jet black, the sword spike is apricot yellow, it has long been mottled and faded, and the quaint sword is still faintly shining in the rain.

This sword is not a sharp weapon forged by some famous teacher, nor is it a famous sword of ancient times, but it is a sword that is unparalleled in the world.

Because it's called the Excalibur, the Xie Family Excalibur.

Hundreds of years ago, Xie Tian founded the "Divine Sword Villa", and it was with this sword that he defeated the world's masters, won the championship in the way of the sword, and was regarded as the "first sword in the world".

The long sword was trembling, and it sounded for no reason, and it was clear and more into the ears, like a dragon's groan.

As soon as this sword rang out, the sword weapons behind the dozens of Xie clan disciples were also provoked by the sword intent, and they trembled one after another.

The young man turned his eyes and looked at Xie Fenghuang's face, which was stained with blood, and dozens of shocking sword marks were cut by someone with a sword.

"Murderer, Ghost Child, Li Dui!!"