The soft sword is very flexible, and when grasped in the hand, it is like a poisonous snake and difficult to control. If you're not careful, the tip of the sword will slash across your arm, leaving a trail of blood. The boy never spoke, he didn't speak, and the pain seemed to him as if it were someone else's.

Day after day, year after year, time always passes by without realizing it. Wu Ming seemed to be accustomed to such an existence, so he quietly watched this young man practice swordsmanship, and occasionally followed the practice, although only occasionally, but after accumulating over the years, there was also a long time. Until now, Wu Ming has also practiced swords with the boy every day, he doesn't have a sword, so he uses the true yuan to condense it, but this control is obviously much stronger than the soft sword in the boy's hand, and it can't reach the level of practice that the boy has.

After another three years, the boy went out again, which was Wu Ming's favorite thing before. To be honest, the boring sword practice is really not interesting at all, and he likes to go out and have a look. I don't know if Lu Dao has changed Wu Ming's mind a little over the years, and he even has the idea of doing penance, and he is a little reluctant to get out of Lu.

Perhaps, Wu Ming was also assimilated by this teenager. In fact, the purpose of the young man walking the rivers and lakes is not for fame, just for the sword, yes, it is his sword, he is sharpening a sword, a sword that belongs to him, not a sword in his hand, but a sword that never gives up in his heart.

It's normal to be famous. It's just that he disappeared for three years, and then he was replaced by a soft sword, and few people can recognize him anymore.

One game after another, every sword competition can make Wu Ming learn a lot. He has powerful internal skills such as the powerful Jiuyang Divine Skill, and he has the domineering attack palm technique of the Dragon Descending Divine Palm and the Dragon Descending Divine Leg. He has extremely fast footwork such as chasing immortal steps, he has weird and flexible Holy Spirit Sword Technique, he has many, many of them, so Wu Ming feels that it is normal to be able to kill people or defeat opponents. And the young man in front of him had nothing, he didn't have a master, he hadn't learned swordsmanship systematically from anyone, he didn't have peerless internal skills, and he didn't even have a sword at the beginning. But he has also grown to the point where he is. I just cobbled together what I learned. Relying on his own indiscriminate thinking, relying on his own repeated practice day after day, this young man's strength is already invincible in the same realm, Wu Ming himself compared. If you are in the same realm. Even if there is a nine-turn golden body protector, it is estimated that it will not be the opponent of this young man.

This young man's dedication to the sword made Wu Ming feel an inexplicable touch. The sword seemed to be all he had in the boy's life. And in Wu Ming's life, there are many, many of them, and he can't be like a teenager. He can't be so ruthless as a teenager, he is really too ruthless to himself, so ruthless that Wu Ming, as an outsider, has an urge to cry when he looks at it.

This is a real martial artist!

For more than ten years, he will practice swords every day when he has time, and when he doesn't have time, he will practice swords, even if he is in a hurry, although he only uses his fingers to compare.

This young man has practiced swords to the point of going mad.

This spirit is gradually moving and assimilating Wu Ming, Wu Ming seems to have found his own existence, he is no longer as confused and numb as when he first entered this world, he seems to have infinite motivation, he seems to see the future of the young man standing at the peak, he doesn't want to fall behind, he doesn't want to stay in place, he doesn't want to always wait for some powerful role to appear so that he has a sense of oppression to work hard, he feels that he can also endure this infinite loneliness, can boring and repeat martial arts.

The boy quickly defeated his opponent again, this time, there was a heavenly swordsman who was defeated, and the boy was definitely a real fame this time. Compared to the beginning when he was just a reputation among lower-level martial artists, now his reputation has already flowed through the ears of many first-class and even super sect elders, and no one is no longer a disdainful expression, but shock.

The progress of this teenager shocked them too much, but it also aroused the curiosity and eye fever of more people. And only Wu Ming, who knows the Daoist youth, understands that all these things that seem like miracles are definitely an inevitable result. The young man's efforts will surely reap his fruits.

At this time, the young man was only in the realm of the Ming God Triple Heaven, but his sword was so fast that even a heaven-level martial artist could not resist it, and no matter how many realms he crossed, this was something that Wu Ming could not do. He didn't have any shock, he knew how much the young man had paid, and compared to paying, such a gain was not worth mentioning at all.

Practicing swords in torrential rains, swords in floods, swords under waterfalls, swords in sea water, his every move is fighting with all his might, every time he practices swords, he has to practice until there is no trace of strength to support it before he falls down to rest, and even after exhausting his spirit, his body will subconsciously follow the movements, in fact, he has fallen asleep standing up.

There are a lot of people with hot eyes, and even many people from super sects want to snatch the cultivation techniques of the young man. Crossing the three major realms to defeat the opponent, there are enough small realms of more than 20 heavens, such an exercise can definitely be called a god-level exercise. And in fact, this is just a kind of inertia of the young man, he has no exercises, his swordsmanship is all his own figured out, he just repeats this simple action, one move and one style I don't know how to practice millions of times, such inertia, his every move has become a habit, practicing swords in the water, under the huge pressure can shoot extremely fast, in the case of only air as resistance, his speed is several times faster.

He didn't have any advanced exercises, all he had was terrible persistence and hard work.

The boy escaped again, this time there were many masters above the sixth heaven of the heavenly rank chasing and killing, and the boy still had more than enough strength after all.

He fled, gone, hid in a small mountain village, near the valley where the sword was last buried, and he buried the soft sword, because the sword in his hand hurt a friend of his, a friend who had met by chance, and was later hunted down, this friend he thought he also wanted to kill him, was accidentally injured by him, although the time finally came out, and the friend did not blame him, but he still felt that the sword hurt his friend, and he could not use it again.

At this time, the young man was almost thirty years old, and he had reached the age of standing, and he still practiced swords every day. He himself struck a black iron greatsword that weighed more than hundreds of pounds. As in the past, it has become his habit to repeat simple movements under rivers and waterfalls every day.

And at this moment, Wu Ming burst into tears, he could feel the young man's emphasis on love and righteousness, his dedication to the sword, all of which shocked him, and what shocked him even more was that he actually knew the experience of this person when he was young.

That's right, when burying the sword. Wu Ming vaguely had some guesses. It wasn't until the appearance of the Xuantie Great Sword behind him that he knew who the young man in front of Lu Dao was.

There are few legends about him in the rivers and lakes, because no one knows what his name is.

There are many legends about him in the rivers and lakes, because of his legendary achievements in the future.

There is no such thing as him on the rivers and lakes. Because no one knows what kind of existence he is.

There are many of his existences on the rivers and lakes. Because of the swordsmanship he handed down. Break the swordsmanship of the world's martial arts!

He is the sword demon, he is the one who seeks defeat alone!

No one on the rivers and lakes remembers his existence, but he does. Until thousands of years later. Feng Qingyang accidentally got his inheritance, so Dugu Jiujian appeared, shaking the world with the move of breaking the world's martial arts, attracting countless people to look sideways, at this time, there is a legend of the sword demon Dugu seeking defeat on the rivers and lakes, and there is a legend that he has never been remembered much.

Wu Ming's tears were in his eyes, and he cried. He never felt that he would be moved to tears because of other people's stories, how much of other people's things were worth touching him? He was an orphan, he was an orphan for two lives, he couldn't find his parents, he couldn't even find his relatives, he wanted to say pitiful, worthy of sympathy, he had been strong and fearless until now, how could he not be? He didn't need sympathy and pity, he wouldn't sympathize with others, he would often disdain other people's stories, be strong, hardworking, hardworking, and in his bloody life, it would be all pale and ridiculous.

But at this moment, he finally couldn't help it.

He has always thought that those predecessors who are famous and famous for future generations have a good starting point, no matter how low the starting point is, there is a certain foundation.

Just like an orphan who became a boss and a big official through his own efforts, he was not surprised or shocked at all, because even orphans also have the opportunity to study, they can have the opportunity to go to school, maybe they were very difficult in the early stage, and he Wu Ming also deeply experienced it. But that's the foundation, and if you don't even have the opportunity to study and you can achieve that kind of achievement, that's great, but it's only good.

Indeed, compared to the Sword Demon Dugu's struggle for defeat, the gap between them is really too far and too far.

Since he came out, Wu Ming has never seen the boy's parents, and it is obvious that the boy's parents have either died early or abandoned him. In other words, Dugu didn't have a perfect childhood, not even those orphans, his life depended on himself, and he had to work hard to practice swords while living, how old was he at that time?

There was no teacher, no companions, no friends, no acquaintances, no charity, just his strong heart, he may have seen the swordsman's martial arts, and then he secretly learned a few moves, and then began to practice hard day after day, year after year.

Then in every battle, he will pay a great price, either fleeing with serious injuries, or trying his best to defeat the opponent.

Step by step, along the way, Wu Ming has witnessed it with his own eyes, he saw it so really, the hard life of the young man Dugu seeking defeat, which never gave up his attachment to the sword, cherished his friends, and even the other party wanted to hurt him, and finally moved him at this moment.

The boy went out again after a few years, and after a few years, he returned to the valley again, after which he did not go out again, because the reason for this return was because he could no longer find an opponent.

He is already invincible in the world, and he has defeated all the masters in the world, whether he uses a sword or not!

Until he lived in seclusion in the valley, there were many legends about him in the rivers and lakes, but no one ever knew what his name was, who he was, and whose family he was.

In the valley, he raised an eagle, every day with the eagle company, he seemed to become more cheerful, occasionally talk to this eagle, and then it was boring to practice the sword, sword after sword, and for a few years, he no longer practiced the sword, he did not need to practice the sword, at this time, even a grass and a tree can become a sword in his hand, he began to like to hide in the cave and meditate, I don't know what Lu Dao is thinking.

Time began slowly, but after all, it passed, and at this time, Dugu's hair had turned white, and he still liked to meditate in the cave.

On this day, he dug out the sword that he had buried first, as if he had seen an old friend, he kept stroking it in his hand, and then a sword intent flashed in his palm, and he threw it into this sword, and he threw it away, under a high mountain, and threw it in a barren mountain.

He returned here again, he was in the cave, carved dozens of words with sword intent: more than 30 years of crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, killing all enemies, defeating heroes, the world has no resistance, there is nothing to do, but to live in seclusion in the deep valley, with the eagle as a friend. Woohoo, I can't get a defeat in my life, and I'm embarrassed to be lonely.

Wu Ming felt the incomparable sword intent on Dugu's fingers, and there seemed to be a blood boiling and burning in his heart.

Suddenly, Dugu raised his head, a fine light appeared in his cloudy eyeballs, and a terrifying sword intent stabbed at Wu Ming.

"Are you a swordsman?" (to be continued......)