Chapter 116: You're Not as Good as Him

The next level, it should be mine, right?

Stepping on the bluestone steps, Zhang Sanyi thought like this, the first level is the little skeleton Huo Shuangsheng's, the second level is the little monk Huaisheng's, and the third level, how is it also his own.

A hundred steps, walking is not fast, but slow is quite slow, and it is a full morning.

There was no pressure, no resistance, and Zhang Sanyi always felt that his movements had slowed down, or that he had walked more than a hundred steps.

Standing on the 599th step, seeing that there was nothing abnormal in front of him, and looking at the sky, there seemed to be no change, Zhang Sanyi was slightly surprised, although it was a little strange, his vigilance did not relax in the slightest.

After standing for a while, there was still no change, Zhang Sanyi was a little skeptical that he was too cautious, and carefully raised his feet and stepped on the six hundred steps, nothing.

Slightly stunned, a little delighted, and a little disappointed.

Why didn't the 600th level guard it? Who do you look down on?

"Let's go......"

Turning his head to the little monk and Huo Shuangsheng behind him, he smiled slightly.

The little monk changed, after waking up, he wiped off the tears that had dried up, and then changed, as if he had become a little wooden, and he was even more taciturn, Zhang Sanyi just nodded or shook his head lightly when he asked something, and he didn't say a word for most of the day, just followed Zhang Sanyi, lowered his head slightly, and whispered softly in his mouth as he walked.

Zhang Sanyi couldn't hear clearly, and he couldn't understand it.

On the other hand, the little skeleton, with its head held high, holding a spear in one hand, and holding its arms crossed on its chest, still has a somewhat heroic posture.

The six hundredth steps, which seemed to be about half a meter wider than the others, took a step before Zhang Sanyi raised his feet, and then, his movements froze, and cold sweat instantly wet his back.

He felt great danger, there was a fierce sword intent facing him, if he took that step, the next second, it was either a sword or a sword light that came out, and he couldn't stop it.

The sword intent is not majestic, but it is very sharp, and that sword should also be very sharp, the kind that can be broken.

Zhang Sanyi felt it, and the little monk and the little skeleton naturally felt it, and the little monk raised his head, his hands were tightly closed, and his small mouth was tightly closed.

The little skeleton held a spear in its right hand and made a sprinting stance.

"Boom-"

Zhang Sanyi swallowed his saliva, he didn't dare to take the risk and retreated.

Retreat, the pressure, the sharp dare that made him feel like his scalp was going to be cut disappeared in an instant.

"Whew-"

Zhang Sanyi exhaled a breath of turbidity, he felt that it was a sword, and his own was not a sword at all.

I couldn't help but feel depressed.

"Hmph-"

A cold snort came out, the scabbard trembled slightly, and the aqua blue light flashed, standing in front of Zhang Sanyi, glancing at him, then turning his head and turning his back to him.

"You're not as good as him...... Far ......"

The voice was cold, without a trace of emotion, without the slightest disdain and mockery, as if he was stating a fact.

"Indeed"

Zhang Sanyi laughed self-deprecatingly, he is indeed not as good as in previous lives, and I don't know who he is in Shui Qing's words, probably Zhang Renyi, right?

"It's good to know, watch"

Zhang Sanyi hurriedly threw away his distracting thoughts and stared at Shui Qing intently.

Shui Qing took a step forward and stepped directly on the six hundred and one steps, and in an instant, the wind and clouds changed, and the earth shook.

Sure enough, a skeleton appeared not far away, covered under a wide black cloak, holding a sword in his right hand, and pointing the sword forward.

I don't know when, Shui Qing has an extra sword in his hand, the whole body is ice blue, the sword body is slender, and it looks very cold.

Raising his sword, Shui Qing pulled a sword flower.

Zhang Sanyi felt that the surroundings were instantly cold, but he didn't feel the sword intent, could it be that Shui Qing's sword intent was cold?

On the other side, the sword-wielding skeleton also moved, and with a slight wave of the sword in his hand, a sword light slashed towards Shui Qing, "Bang-" The sword light suddenly disappeared more than ten meters away from Shui Qing, and the surrounding mountain walls exploded, concave into a big pit.

Didn't I go and say that this mountain wall is not harmed by Qi?

Zhang Sanyi was dumbfounded, am I really too weak?

The blue dress of the water and water was fluttering, and the ice-blue sword was erected in the center of the eyebrows, and the surroundings were getting colder and colder.

Suddenly, the ice-blue sword slowly slashed down, and in an instant, it was like a blizzard coming, and the biting chill made Zhang Sanyi hug his arms tightly.

In the distance, the sword-wielding skeleton didn't seem to move, still maintaining a tall posture, the tip of the sword pointing forward.

"Okay"

Before Zhang Sanyi could ask, Shui Qing's figure had disappeared.

"That's it?"

Zhang San couldn't see why.

Although the memories of previous lives told him that only one sword could break ten thousand laws, but he didn't understand it.

In the same way, he didn't understand the sword of today's water clearing.

It was impossible for him to understand, because to this day, Zhang Sanyi felt that his cultivation was inexplicable.

Inexplicably there will be something, and inexplicably it seems to become stronger.

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhang Sanyi didn't want to disturb himself, there are some things, when it should be, it will come naturally, it's useless to think too much, it's just to add to the trouble.

The sword-wielding skeleton was standing on the seventh-hundredth step, and he felt the fierce sword intent on the sixth-hundred-first step, thinking of this, Zhang Sanyi couldn't help but take a breath of cool air, and asked himself, he couldn't do it.

Looking at the skeleton again, although it still maintained a standing position, its body had already been split in two from the middle, and its body was covered with a thin layer of ice, so that it would not fall.

Only then did Zhang Sanyi know the horror of Shui Qing's sword, and he couldn't do it anymore.

I can't help it, there is a trace of depression, the gap!

took the sword in the hand of the sword-wielding skeleton, and the sense of fierceness came to his face, "It is indeed a sharp sword."

The sword is plain, the whole body is silvery, there is no pattern, there is no embellishment, just one word, simple.

Subconsciously, Zhang Sanyi wanted to insert the sword into the scabbard.

However, suddenly a cold scolding came out, "It's not worthy."

Zhang Sanyi shook his head with a wry smile, and took the sword that he didn't know the name and didn't have a scabbard in his hand.

What kind of sword should Wangshu have? Can he be worthy of such a good scabbard, and worthy of such a beautiful sword spirit?

"Click—"

The ice on the skeleton's body cracked, and the skeleton fell to the ground, turning into a pile of white bones, and a palm-sized black token came into Zhang San's eyes.

When I picked it up, it turned out to be a "B" on it.

The B-word skeleton, it stands to reason that it is also the strength of the sixth stage of the awakened, and he is also the sixth stage, why would he retreat in the face of that fierce sword intent?

Why does his sword make his heart palpitate?

Zhang Sanyi somewhat understood what Shui Qing meant by the phrase "You are not as good as him".

Perhaps, that he didn't refer to Zhang Renyi, or Zhang Diyi, but this sword-wielding skeleton that had turned into a pile of white bones.

His sword intent can threaten himself from the seventh-hundredth step to the sixth-hundredth-first step, making him feel resigned, but what about himself?

Really retreated?

How so?

Zhang Sanyi frowned, he was unwilling, but it was all the truth.

The little skeleton had already stared at the pile of white bones, and when Zhang Sanyi walked to the rock wall and leaned down in a daze, the little skeleton couldn't wait to grab the skull and gnaw it.

After taking a bite, only a few tooth marks were left on the skull, and there was no small bite, and the little skeleton was stunned for a moment, and continued to work hard.

The little monk sat cross-legged beside Zhang Sanyi, chanting the scriptures softly, motionless.

"I should have stepped on that step, yes, I should have stepped down, I could have blocked it......"

Zhang Sanyi muttered to himself, as if he was enchanted.

The sword is to not retreat or avoid, without a fearless heart, you can't practice the sword, and you seem to be too melancholy and soft, that is, cowardly.

Suddenly, Zhang Sanyi grabbed the nameless sword next to him, stood up, and gently swung his sword towards the mountain wall not far away, but in the next second, the mountain wall exploded, and a deep sword mark was carved on it.

Is it less than ten meters?

He understood what his sword intent was, that is, it was formless and unintentional, the skeleton holding the sword was sharp and sharp, the water was clear and cold, then he was empty.

As if he had figured it out, the corners of Zhang Sanyi's mouth hung up with a shallow smile again.

That frustration seems to have disappeared a lot.

looked at the sword in his hand again, Zhang Sanyi felt that the sword was a little unworthy of himself, it was too sharp, too high-profile, and he didn't like it.

However, it is much better than holding Wangshu's Xuanbing scabbard to kill the enemy.

Pulling out a few strips of cloth from his backpack, Zhang Sanyi wrapped them around the scabbard, preparing to carry the scabbard on his back, which was a little more convenient.

"Hold—"

A cold voice came from the scabbard, and there was no room for beak.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Zhang Sanyi untied the strip of cloth from the scabbard.

Fortunately, there was needle and thread in the backpack, Zhang Sanyi removed a pair of pants, made an ugly scabbard, inserted the nameless sword into it, and hung it on his waist.

The moon was already round and bright, and the little skeleton was still working hard, and a skull had only finished gnawing half of it.

Zhang Sanyi suddenly wanted to practice swordsmanship.

Untied the nameless sword, placed it beside the little monk, and held the Xuanbing scabbard in his hand.

Although it is not very comfortable to take advantage of, Zhang Sanyi feels that the scabbard is still better than that sword.

In the future, practice using the scabbard, as for the scene of blood splashing three feet, you can only shoot by the nameless sword, do you want to give that sword a name?

After thinking about it, Zhang Sanyi still shook his head, in fact, he has a name, which is called fifteen, but he feels that it is inappropriate, inappropriate, so he can't be forced.

How can it be invisible?

All Zhang Sanyi can think of is fast, as long as the sword is fast enough, it can be invisible, how unintentional, he still doesn't know, what he knows, it's just that he should be like that.

Under the moonlight, Zhang Sanyi held the scabbard in his hand and began to practice his sword.

The first one, stab forward, the second, or ......

For a whole night, Zhang Sanyi practiced forward stabbing all night, at first the scabbard was unstable, always dangling, he drew a crosshair on the mountain wall, and practiced.

A night had passed before he could barely make it to the tip of the stabbing scabbard to the crosshair.

"It's so hard."

Zhang Sanyi moved his sore right arm.

It's dawn again, and the little skeleton is still gnawing, and it looks like it's going to be a few days.

Zhang Sanyi is not in a hurry, he has always been a chronic person.

After resting for half an hour, drinking a few sips of tea, and swallowing another Yangyuan Pill, the soreness disappeared, and the fatigue disappeared.

Continued, Zhang Sanyi held his sword and pointed at the crosshair on the rock wall.

I don't know how many stabs I took last night, and I don't know if I can do it today.

Practice is right.