Duan Nantian didn't answer, quietly breathed, and asked solemnly: "Today's lesson, you can remember, I originally taught you to stand still and not to move." There are also disrespectful words and rudeness to life-saving benefactors. ”

Zhang Xiaoan didn't get an answer, and his eyes slowly dimmed.

"Tomorrow, Immortal Liu will go out of the city to face the crowd, and we will go to ask for a sword. Duan Nantian's voice didn't seem like a joke.

Zhang Xiaoan raised his head when he heard this, his eyes widened and asked, "Really?"

Duan Nantian didn't answer, and asked solemnly again: "Have you remembered today's lesson?"

Zhang Xiaoan calmed down and thought for a long time before slowly answering: "Remember, there are some things that have nothing to do with being able to fight." Is that right. ”

The corners of Duan Nantian's mouth rose slightly, and he said yes with satisfaction.

After Duan Nantian finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoan pressed his bandaged arm, thinking about the shocked expression of the blood demon when he rushed over. Inevitably, there are some doubts in my heart. At that time, even Liu Xianren felt that he had some treasures, but he really didn't have any protective treasures.

"Uncle Duan, why did you say that blood demon rushed to me, but didn't kill me, but went back to fight with that Liu Immortal?"

When Duan Nantian heard this, his face couldn't help but be filled with a lot of sadness, but then he asked with a smile: "Do you think that you are a genius, and what kind of talent is different from ordinary people?

Zhang Xiaoan was a little disappointed when she heard this, but she couldn't help but say a little excitedly: "I seem to understand!" She was shocked at the time. After saying that, I felt that I was indeed a little whimsical, and cats and dogs often showed human-like expressions, but they were impersonal after all.

"Then where are we going to find the sword?" Zhang Xiaoan asked with great interest, but Uncle Duan in front of him had a sad face, as if he didn't hear himself speak.

"Uncle Duan?"

"Xiao An, I haven't let you cultivate immortals all these years, I guess you have also tried it secretly. Is it that the meridians are blocked, and it is difficult to absorb the aura? Some people are different, not necessarily good, not necessarily bad, just remember who you are. Next year, let's go to Anyang. ”

"Uncle Duan, how are you going to beat him tomorrow?" Zhang Xiaoan sighed, not paying much attention to it. I can't cultivate, I'm used to it. Now it's just full of worry, not just afraid that the swordsman is really so ordinary. I am also afraid that Uncle Duan will be injured again for the sake of face. I figured out that I was wrong, and the swordsmanship of the past seven years seemed to be stronger in my hands.

The night gradually deepened, the lights of the southern capital were dim, and the man outside the city, in the expectation of the young man, took out the wine gourd stained with a little blood stained for a long time, took a sip of wine, and slowly replied:

"A sword. ”

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The early sun of midwinter is big and cold. Zhang Xiaoan's right arm, although only slightly injured, has been swollen after a night of hard work. At this time, the right arm was already tied to the chest with a strip of cloth and hung from the shoulder.

Looking at Uncle Duan standing straight in front of him, with his hands behind his back, Zhang Xiaoan lost the excitement of last night. The long-bearded monk, if he was really ignorant, then Liu Xianren didn't say anything to stop it.

Uncle Duan said that it was a sword, but he had never seen Uncle Duan fight with such an immortal so far, and although he had studied for seven years, Uncle Duan never let himself use the sword. But even if you think about it simply, you will never be able to do the posture of Liu Xianren.

If there is really anything that is the most important, it should be that Uncle Duan lives well and lives well.

"Knock~"

A loud gong sound came from the southern capital, Zhang Xiaoan stood behind Duan Nantian, and excitedly reminded, "Uncle Duan, Liu Xianren is coming out." ”

Duan Nantian didn't look back, his back was to Zhang Xiaoan, and the muscles on his face trembled wildly, but in an instant, he had already changed his face.

"Stand here first, don't move, help me hold the gourd. Duan Nantian handed over the gourd.

"Can I go over there and see, I can't see it here. Zhang Xiaoan took the gourd and pointed to the wonton stand.

"No, you can't. After all, people are going out of the city to face the public, and if I win the battle, wouldn't it be very shameful to give people face, in order to prevent them from retaliating, you should stand far away. ”

Zhang Xiao'an's face was full of disdain when he heard this, and he laughed and said: "If they lose the battle, they are not afraid to run away? If they bully more and less, it will not be a loss of adults!"

"Xiao An. ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Xiaoan began to hear that Duan Nantian's voice was wrong.

"Are you in your teens this year?"

"Thirteen, fourteen years later! Didn't you say that I could use an iron sword? You don't want to cheat, right?" Zhang Xiaoan couldn't see Duan Nantian's expression, and he couldn't understand how Uncle Duan asked this kind of question.

"Thirteen good, thirteen good. You have to be obedient, you know. Look at my sword for a while. Without the determination to win, you must not use your sword. Remember, our sword is a winning sword. There are five realms in the way of the sword, and only when you realize the sword intent that you must win, can you be regarded as stepping into the first realm, the sword realm, and when the time comes, you can barely be the same as the foundation building monk. Duan Nantian sighed at the end.

"Uncle Duan, what are you doing with this?" Zhang Xiao'an's heart tightened for no reason, and he couldn't help but want to go to the front and look at Uncle Duan's face. was interrupted by Duan Nantian. When he looked up again, a wave of momentum that frightened his heart had spread all over the entire southern capital outside the city. The old man sitting under the stage outside the city, the black-clothed young man who had been leaning against the tree next to the official road, and the woman sitting on the sedan chair chuckling behind Liu Xianren and others in the city.....

In an instant, an unusual feeling filled Zhang Xiaoan's heart, and before Zhang Xiaoan could say "Uncle Duan, wait", Duan Nantian's voice had already reached his ears.

"I went, optimistic about this sword. When you are fourteen years old, I will personally find you a sword and take you all over the world to kill demons and become the number one swordsman in the world. ”

"Liu Xianren faces everyone, and the idle people stand ————back," Liu Xianren's servants in the city shouted in a thin voice as soon as they left the city gate.

Zhang Xiaoan shouted Uncle Duan, and was already squeezed by passers-by to the side of the road. The people on the road were automatically divided into two rows, and countless eyes locked on the white-clothed Liu Immortal who was out of the city. Liu Xianren smiled, took a few steps forward, and was suddenly stunned.

Too many strong people's divine senses locked on him, and the sense of crisis that he would disappear in an instant made Liu Xianren's smile stiffen. But the pace is not slow at all, and it moves forward mechanically.

After a while, feeling that there was a lot less attention on his body, Liu Xianren had just relaxed a little, and the down-and-out swordsman standing in front of him made Liu Xianren retreat for no reason.

"Nandu swordsman, I heard Mr. Liu's disciple say last night that the so-called martial arts sword path is difficult to compare with the monk's avenue, and his words are not inferior. There are high and low people, and there is no high or low way. Here is a special battle, in the name of the right sword. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone on both sides of the road was in an uproar.

The Taoist priest of Shushan, who had just arrived here, looked out in the crowd for a long time. Looking for the uncle named Shushan Sword Immortal, but who has already been expelled from the division.

The man in black, who had been standing under the tree for a short time, stared at the tattered Nandu swordsman in the center of the official road, and held the scabbard in his right hand.

Zhang Xiaoan looked nervously at Uncle Duan's back in the crowd, pushing and pushing the shouting crowd, so that Zhang Xiaoan had to stand on tiptoe and stick out his head so that he could barely see the scenery on the whole road.

Uncle Duan's clothes were ragged, which was in great contrast to the golden jade clothes of Liu Xianren opposite. At first glance, if it weren't for Uncle Duan's sword, he would look like a beggar who had been living on the street for many years.

As soon as Duan Nantian's words came out, the disciples behind Liu Xianren had already leaked a mocking and laughing expression. There are some with a hint of pity on their faces.

In their opinion, if they know what their strength is, it's okay, this kind of swordsman who wants to save face and suffer is just a clown who jumps off the beam.

"Master, isn't this the number one swordsman in the world who was almost kicked out by me last night? Last night's long-bearded monk couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth as he looked at the familiar man in front of him.

"You stand down. Fellow Daoist, since we want to compete, you and I might as well change to a more spacious place, so as not to hurt mortals. How?" Liu Xianren said, offering Huang Cancan's shield in his hand.

It's not that he thinks the man in front of him is a big threat, but that he has enough respect for the enemy, and he will show mercy to his subordinates for a while, so that he can lose more face, and he will not let him lose face too much in front of children.

Here today, Liu Xianren faintly felt that he couldn't offend anyone, even the swordsman in front of him. To be able to practice in the Void Sect from a registered disciple with no background to this position, he relied on this prudence.

"Not necessarily. Duan Nantian's words were simple, and he slowly pulled out his sword from the sheath.

"Stand back!" Liu Xianren shouted, and the disciples behind him withdrew from the ten zhang away with puzzlement.

Zhang Xiaoan was pressed against his head by the thick arm of a peasant woman at this time, but he didn't dare to move at all, for fear that in the blink of an eye, he would not be able to see the picture of Uncle Duan's shot this time.

Listening to the sound of Uncle Duan's sword unsheathed, Zhang Xiaoan's eyes widened, watching Uncle Duan's unhurried movements.

That was the first form that Uncle Duan taught himself.

Sword-lifting.

Duan Nantian held the sword in his right hand and pulled it to gather momentum, and with his left hand he made a sword trick to hold the blade of the sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the enemy's head.

A powerful momentum gathered in Duan Nantian's every move, although Liu Xianren did not draw his sword, but at this moment, the Qiankun shield, which was regarded as a treasure, had been sacrificed with all his strength and blocked in front of him.

Duan Nantian's right foot was raised, and the moment he completed the sword pose, a sense of life and death crisis enveloped Liu Xianren's heart.

In an instant, Duan Nantian took the sword and made a move, and his right foot took advantage of the situation to fall, bringing the speed of this sword to the extreme. Before the surrounding mortals could see clearly, the tip of Duan Nantian's sword had already been pointed on the Qiankun shield. The sword and shield were staggered, and Liu Xianren's complexion changed drastically, and at the fastest speed in his life, he displayed all his life-saving talismans without hesitation.

Liu Xianren, who was originally just a showman, never really thought that this down-and-out swordsman could have such swordsmanship. His own Qiankun shield, only half a moment, shook and reversed.

Without the slightest pause, Duan Nantian's sword touched the runic seal enchantment that was enough to withstand the Yuan Ying Cultivator's blow. On this sword blade, there is no monstrous aura sword shadow, and it is indomitable with the body of pig iron.

"Spare my life! "The moment before the tip of the sword stabbed into Liu Xianren's throat, Liu Xianren yelled desperately, startling everyone.

In this sword, there is no aura, it is a force, sword intent.

It's as if this man is really just a swordsman.