All the black-clothed men in Skynet were silent, quietly staring at the sit-down swordsmith in front of them.

A chill ran in their hearts, and his identity could be seen from his robe. There are hundreds of swordsmiths in the Qin State, and they all have black robes given by the King of Qin, and in the center of the black robes there is a symbol representing their status. From the little sparrow, to the yellow bird, to the goshawk, the highest status is the king of birds, the golden phoenix. No one has the courage to fake this identity.

And in the whole world, there is only one swordsmith who can have a golden phoenix and black robe, unlike other swordsmiths, he not only can simply cast swords, but also the swordsmanship when he was young is recognized by the world as the first in the world, even if the strongest swordsman can only look at it and compete for the second position.

The birth of the world list originated from the three weapons masters, who created the pinnacle in their respective fields, no one can match, and passed on their skills, so that there is today's world swordsman list, swordsman list, gun king list, the predecessor of this list is just the apprentice ranking of the three predecessors, and it has evolved into today's ranking after a long time.

And these three masters, the swordsman Wang Liuyi, and the spear king Zhao Yunlan have all passed away, but the swordsman has always survived in the world, but since then he has returned to seclusion and become the swordsmith of the Qin State. The original name of the swordsmith was Li Chungang, who was the first of the three famous masters, and everyone in the world respected him for three points, and he did not dare to call him by name.

And the swordsmith has been in hiding for decades, without a sword, away from the disputes in the rivers and lakes, and his past has become a story that everyone has sold, and no one in the rivers and lakes knows how strong he is.

Looking at the swordsmith who stopped in the middle of the road at this time, everyone held their breath in unison, and the air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere.

Yan Wuchang maintained a saluting posture and did not raise his head.

After a long time, the swordsmith slowly opened his old eyelids, and his eyebrows exuded a sharp heroic aura.

He finally spoke, breaking the silence.

"No need to be polite. ”

The swordsmith let out a dull voice faintly, and Yan Wuchang straightened up.

No one in this world knows the name of the swordsmith, but only a handful of people have actually seen his true face. Yan Wuchang secretly calmed down, and said to him neither humbly nor arrogantly: "The juniors want to cross the border now, can you ask the seniors to raise their noble hands and let the juniors pass?"

The swordsmith looked at him and said lightly: "I'm just sitting on the road at night to rest, this road is so wide, I don't block your way, you can go if you want, what does it have to do with me?"

He spoke slowly, like an iron object rubbing against the ground.

Everyone in front of him was stunned, and there was a dead silence, and the only sound on the path was the rustle of the night wind through the treetops.

Yan Wuchang was calm, saluted him again, and said respectfully: "The juniors don't dare." ”

After a while, the swordsmith's body moved, picked up the sword in his hand, and said to him, "Are you going to find someone from the Chu State?"

Yan Wuchang was unprepared by his question, and did not dare to hesitate, and said: "What the seniors said is that the juniors are rushing to South Korea to hunt down and kill the remnants of the Chu State, the crown prince Chu Mo. ”

After hearing this, the swordsmith sighed slowly and said, "Okay, good, it's good to kill the people of Chu." ”

He looked up at the endless night sky, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"I heard that you are the assassin who killed Li Qiuhan?" he suddenly asked Yan Wuchang.

Yan Wuchang nodded and said, "Yes." ”

The swordsmith looked at him, the corners of his mouth slightly grinning, and the wrinkles on both sides were huddled together.

"Yes, yes, the afterlife is terrifying. Li Qiuhan, although his martial arts are not high, he is far better than the generals of the Qin State in terms of leading troops to fight. He sighed, "I wanted to kill him back then, it was so easy, but I still didn't have this opportunity." ”

Listening to his words, Yan Wuchang's heart swelled with waves.

If he hadn't seen that Li Qiuhan was competitive at that time, in order to stand up in front of the world, he had to take the initiative to give up the escort arranged for him by the King of Chu, so he had the opportunity to fight against him alone. But even so, when facing the already old veteran, Yan Wuchang, who was young and vigorous, still fought for his life and exhausted all his internal strength to kill him at the moment of life and death. And Li Qiuhan is still an inconspicuous ant in the eyes of the swordsmith.

Yan Wuchang looked at the swordsmith in front of him and couldn't help but be a little shocked.

The swordsmith spoke, lost in thought, and his expression became gloomy.

All the people looked at him silently, and no one dared to take a step forward.

After a long time, he came back to his senses and shook his head, a look of pity on his face.

"That's it. Li Qiuhan, like the King of Chu and his national teacher, is a ruthless person. The swordsmith said in a calm voice, "The old man has built a sword all his life, but it is not as sharp as people's hearts. A sword can kill people with one foot, and a human heart can kill people thousands of miles away. ”

Yan Wuchang looked at him and didn't make a sound.

The swordsmith looked up at him and threw the sword in his hand at once. Yan Wuchang caught it, and there was a chill in his hand, as if he was touching a heavy piece of bronze. The sword was heavy, and he lowered his head to examine the scabbard, looking at the reliefs and patterns on it, which he had never seen before. The entire sword in Yan Wuchang's hand constantly exuded a pitch-black sword aura, and the cool aura came to his face, making people shudder.

Yan Wuchang quickly put away his sword, saluted the swordsmith, and said, "Thank you seniors for the sword." ”

The swordsmith waved his hand slightly at him and said, "Don't thank me, these are all owed to me by the people of Chu." You just have to take this sword and kill a few more remnants of the Chu State. ”

Yan Wuchang was stunned for a moment and said, "The juniors must follow the teachings. ”

"The people of Wu found me and asked me to stop you and prevent you from leaving the city, but the person they were looking for had already gone away. The swordsmith said, "As for you, hurry up, the old man still wants to see the remnants of the Chu State buried thousands of dead souls in the world in his lifetime." ”

"Yes, the younger generation must live up to the trust of the seniors!"

Years ago.

Chu Palace.

Late autumn.

Dead leaves paint the deep palace, and the cool breeze soaks the hem of people's clothes. The evening breeze makes the tourists drunk, especially in this autumn cool dusk, the night has not yet fallen, and the Chu Palace is peaceful and peaceful.

After finishing a day of high-intensity sword grinding, Chu Mo climbed to the top of a high hall alone. He sat on the eaves, holding a jug of wine stolen from the imperial dining room, watching the sunset, quietly waiting for time to pass.

As far as the eye could see, under the dim and gentle sky, the greenery in the palace swayed in unison with the evening breeze, echoing with a rustling sound, gently brushing his ears like waves brushing the beach.

Chu Mo's clothes were already soaked with sweat, so he let the clothes stick to his body and let the cool breeze dry. Recently, his internal strength seems to have reached a bottleneck, no matter how he uses his sword, he can't achieve the expected effect, so he has to be anxious, and he even drinks more and more wine every day.

He looked at the colorful sunset in the distance, and the internal force in his body that was about to be exhausted was calming down little by little. It is already very amazing to have such a strong internal force at his age, but there is still a big gap for those experienced guests.

He was only a small teenager, but he had been practicing endlessly in this high-walled and deep palace for nearly ten years, and in this place where there was no freedom and was completely closed, he only felt that the days were passing, and the beast that had been imprisoned in his heart was awakening day by day, trying to break free from the chains around his neck.

In the blink of an eye, most of the wine jug in his hand had been drunk, Chu Mo pinned the wine jug back to his waist with some annoyance, and was about to get up boredly, when he suddenly heard a sound of sword practice in the palace under his feet.

With the whistling of the blade, mixed with the shouts of a female voice, it sounded like it was in full swing. Chu Mo pricked his ears and carefully distinguished, this familiar voice came from the thorn in his eye, Han Luyao.

He looked around, scolded secretly, and somehow, the ghost sent a god to Han Luyao's residence. It's just that King Chu wants her to supervise herself at all times, so he set up her bedroom in the prince's mansion across a wall, which is very close.

Chu Mo looked down, in the empty courtyard, Han Luyao was alone, holding a wooden sword in his hand, his steps were lotus, swift as the wind, the long skirt flew with her elegant turn, her black hair was also tied up high, her upper body was wearing a light and breathable beard, and her bare arms were white and shiny. Her delicate and peugeot eyebrows are covered with fine beads of sweat, swaying in the wind, heroic and cool.

Han Luyao's sword, sword, sword, sword, sword, coupled with the flexibility and delicacy of the pace, a set of very complex actions were done smoothly without the slightest flaw. The trees in the courtyard were already mottled with sword marks, and they were all injured by the fierce sword qi.

Chu Mo stood on the roof and stared blankly for a while. This set of swordsmanship was also taught by Lu Chuan, but he didn't expect that Han Luyao would comprehend it much faster than himself as if he had no teacher.

He admired it in a daze, and saw Han Luyao's side face with clear eyebrows, but somehow, there was suddenly some inexplicable heat between his lips, and he felt that there was a hot current flowing slowly in his chest.

Truth be told, this annoying thing looks okay.

Chu Mo thought to himself, took a light step forward, and reached the ground in an instant with light power.