Xia Shi had a cold face of despair, and his trembling hand slowly reached for his saber. He looked at Xia Gan's smiling face with his eyes in a daze, and slammed his sword away from his eyes.

Xia Qian's plain eyes followed the sword, and he didn't feel pleasure or pity for Xia Shi abandoning his weapon like a shoe, he lowered his eyebrows and seemed to be preoccupied.

If a swordsman discards his sword, he is considered to have abandoned his identity, and regardless of whether he wins or loses, he is no longer qualified to re-hold the sword.

Drum tee. The examiner announced: "The first game, summer solstice, win!"

Xia Qian jumped off the arena in three steps and two steps, pushing aside the crowd and not knowing where to go. And Xia Shi sat on the stage as if he had lost his soul.

"Teacher, the Xu Wuxin you just mentioned is a monk from Biyuan Temple?" Yuegu raised her chin with a finger, mentioning the people in the past, and spared her for a while before she remembered these words.

Jiu Xiaozi was silent and bowed slightly.

Yuegu said: "Then Mo asked the monk to die twenty years ago, and died in the hands of our Xia family." ”

Jiu Xiaozi said: "Yes, it was my brother who personally finished off this murderous maniac with a Buddha's mouth and snake heart. ”

He thought that when the Xia family was in high spirits, Xu Wuxin was also born at this time, killed his master, Master Kong Cicada, and became famous.

The master of the empty cicada is a high-ranking monk, who is famous all over the world for his compassion and tolerance, and how many people have received his favor and received his teachings. According to rumors, he realized Zen Buddhism and had half a foot into the Buddha's immeasurable hall. On the day he incarnated into Nirvana, he was stabbed to death by Xu Wuxin with a sword while he was unprepared. Feathering into a round death, sad and lamentable.

From then on, Xu Wuxin fled from Biyuan Temple and gave up the title of Mo Wen. Hiding in Tibet and involving a lot with Taoist immortals. The group of people who had been favored by the Master of the Empty Cicada used this as an excuse to do the right thing for the heavens, intending to kill this rat and dog disciple who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors. But Xu Wuxin's path is high and unfathomable, and none of the people who come to seek revenge are opponents. In the wilderness of the tragic death mountain, restaurants and inns abound. But there is one extremely strange place, the deceased has no scars on his body, and all of them are a smooth death.

Xu Wuxin couldn't even count how many people he had killed. At first, it was just a search for revenge, and the attempted revenge was also killed in a foreign land. The number of people increased, and Xu Wuxin was on the list of heroes. Therefore, they frequently ushered in challengers, and they only sought to learn from each other without hatred or resentment.

Xu had no intention of killing people, and he was tired of ordinary killing methods, so he delved into his own unique killing style. Whenever he saw the battle intent in the other party's eyes, he wanted to pour a basin of cold water and extinguish the flame. This led to the idea of self-destruction.

He fell in love with their shivering expressions. He laughed at them for deserving it, and that he shouldn't have had the idea of winning him in the first place. Instead of ending their fighting spirit and career with his hands, it is better to let them give up their dreams that have been held on for many years, and it is fun.

Whether Xu Wuxin is his real name or not, there is no way to know. only knows that he is Xu, and he seems to be the two words given to him by the world. It means unintentional and immoral.

But such a character will always become a legend in the dust of history after meeting another legendary figure, and it will come to naught.

"You behaved very well just now, but your expression was not provocative enough, you should be a little more disdainful......" Master Wanjian habitually twisted his two long eyebrows and looked at Xia Qian kindly. His strange movements seemed funny to him, but he got used to it over time. "You don't look very happy. ”

"It's nothing, it's just not comfortable. Xia Qianyun replied gloomily.

Master Wanjian circled around him for a left turn, circled again, looked carefully and replied, "You're not injured." Xia Qian clenched his fists and pounded his chest fiercely: "Here, it's not comfortable." ”

Master Ten Thousand Swords snorted coldly: "You don't like the killing method I taught you?"

Xia Qian bit his lip and gathered his eyebrows: "I just want to win him, and I don't intend to ruin his will." ”

Master Wanjian smiled: "Win? How can it be considered a win? Will it knock him to the ground, or will it make him unable to move." His smile flickered, and his eyes were rare and cold: "Xia Qian, let me tell you, as long as he still has his eyes open and his emotions, then he has a chance to win." You give him leeway only to your own detriment. ”

Xia Qian was like a fish in his throat, silent. He pursed his thin lips, bitter and depressed. After a long time, he greeted the breeze and asked, "Then you, have you left room for others?"

Master Ten Thousand Swords glanced at him, then looked at the blue sky, "The only and last time." With that, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave, his back was not as calm as usual.

Muffled drums mixed with the sound of gongs rushed into the sky. The second one ended so quickly.

Xia Qian hurriedly ran to the arena and met Xia Lin who came up to him. He didn't bother to communicate with him much, but he grabbed his wrist when he rubbed shoulders with him.

"Does that feel familiar?" he asked, for no apparent reason. "Are you familiar with the look of pain on his face when you snap his wrist?" he said, his cold fingers gripped his palm.

Xia Qian understood that he meant that he was persecuted by bandits, and at that time he broke his elbow and knee. Being poked by others, depressed, and even worse. He didn't want to talk to him more, so he waved his hand away.

"Have you seen anyone recently?" Xia Lin's question was really unexpected. Although he and Master Ten Thousand Swords met frequently, they were also low-key, and Xia Lin often followed him, how could he know his dealings with Master Ten Thousand Swords.

"Nope. He said quietly, and immediately ran away.

When he returned to the Circle, Xia Qiong's match was over. He hurriedly rushed to the viewing area and rubbed shoulders with Xia Qiong. Xia Qiong whispered something and stayed in his ear: "You and I used to be the same kind of people." ”

Xia Qianfang wanted to refute, but he couldn't say a word. He had no intention of rolling his gaze, not knowing where Xia Shi went.

The swords on the stage danced wildly, and the sword qi fought together, which was really boring. The disparity in strength quickly became clear, while the evenly matched players played many rounds to find the slightest slack and flaw.

Master Ten Thousand Swords' words kept lingering in his ears, and he should be decisive in killing.

The sky is gradually darkening, and the sun has the intention of going down, hanging obliquely from afar, diffusing wisps of glow. Spectators have not seen the exciting game for a long time, and their interest has plummeted. And Xia Yu appeared in this lazy atmosphere.

This is the last game of the eighteen-round elimination round, and the person who fights against him is the one who has long been entangled with him, Xia Cheng.

As soon as the drum sounded, Xia Cheng jumped into the ring lightly, and Xia Yu stroked his right wrist and walked out of the crowd. He barely hid his uneasiness, climbed into the ring, and stood opposite Xia Cheng.

The wind came and blew the ends of the two people's hairbands.

There was still some time before the signal for the start of the battle was given, and Xia Cheng began to speak to him.

He said, "How about we make a bet?"

Xia Yu looked up and saw the ill-will overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and guessed seven or eight points. He raised his head and calmed his thoughts: "You say." ”

Xia Cheng said: "You are familiar with the place in the northeast corner of Yumen. ”

Xia Yu nodded.

Xia Cheng smiled evilly: "Whoever loses in this game will have to jump in." ”

Xia Yu's eyes widened, not understanding what he meant, what was the point of betting like this, but he still agreed.

The drum sounded, Xia Cheng drew his sword out of the sheath, and the cold tip of the sword drew a silver line in the air, facing Xia Yu. Xia Yu held the sword in his left hand, hesitated, and did not move, without attacking or defending.

Xia Cheng sneered, rushed to Xia Yu's eyes with a few big steps, and slashed at Xia Yu's right shoulder with a sword, Xia Yu had nowhere to dodge, and raised the unsheathed saber in his hand to temporarily block it. Xia Cheng was close to him at this time, and took this opportunity to say to him: "Except for that freshman in the entire Tianshu Pavilion, who doesn't know that your right hand is seriously injured. The second time, you should get used to the pain. ”

Xia Yu pushed the other party away hard, but Xia Cheng stared at his injured right hand and kept attacking.

Although Xia Cheng is a disciple of the Green Belt, he has a bit of a brain in the fight. He knew that Xia Yu's right hand was inconvenient and would not be used easily, so he always came up with some tricky moves to force him to use them. In the morning archery battle, when Xia Yu scored a full score, although he didn't think so on the surface, he was still in his arms. Fortunately, Xia Yu's wrist was injured, and his lost third arrow brought him some peace of mind.

Once Xia Yu used his right hand, the pain of Dianmai was definitely not something he could bear, and then he fell to the ground and begged for mercy and surrendered.

He had a good idea, but things didn't turn out as he thought. Xia Yu waved the sword in his left hand without any rustiness and unhappiness, and his sword qi was even more powerful than him.

The two swords on the stage fought together, sonorous and excited, the sword light flashed, and the sword qi flew wildly.

Xia Cheng was panting, and he gritted his teeth. Just Xia Yu is just a dog in Yumen who is spurned, and he dares to beat him back and forth.

He jumped back to the place of origin and distanced himself from Xia Yu. He threw the sword into the air, silently reciting the sword technique, and the green sword separated into many phantoms and gradually transformed into entities, flying towards Xia Yu together, hanging in the air and standing above his head.

Xia Yu didn't move, and said flatly: "Void swordsmanship, use the sword phantom to confuse the opponent's defense, because all directions are guarded, if you can't know the location of the real sword, the probability of being killed in an instant is five."

Xia Cheng smiled: "The back is good, then do you know what the cracking style of this trick is?"

Xia Yu replied: "You need to use the outer defense of the Jin Yuan Array to resist the eight swords in unison. ”

Xia Cheng pretended to be satisfied and nodded, "It's a pity that you with a purple belt don't have a chance to learn the formation." After speaking, he bent his fingers, and the eight swords rushed down in unison, facing the center of Xia Yu's skull. At the same time, he himself rushed towards Xia Yu.

"Xia Yu, run away. Xia Qian couldn't help shouting.

At the last moment, Xia Cheng had already come to Xia Yu's eyes, his contemptuous smile was the same as his face when he was in the firewood room that night, with contemptuous eyes and disgust.

"Go drill the manure pit obediently, and let me see the real dogs. He seemed to be imagining the scene and couldn't help but smile

Xia Yu then understood that he still wanted to humiliate him when he proposed the meaning of this gambling contract. He didn't understand, he had never offended Xia Cheng, why did he dislike him so much.

"Why?" he asked coldly.

Xia Cheng said bluntly: "Because you are too weak." ”

The virtual sword slashes the wind, and even the virtual shadow is equally powerful, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

Xia Cheng: "Heh, you and I are too different. ”

Xia Qian watched the battle below, and shouted worriedly: "Xia Yu, run away." ”

The corners of Xia Yu's mouth suddenly became stained with a desolate smile, his eyes turned to Xia Qian, who was full of worry, and threw his sword on the ground, giving up on resisting the menacing attack from all directions. The sword qi above his head was pressing, the fist wind in front of him was roaring, and his right hand was in danger.

Bang!

The light on the stage was shining, and it was still dazzling in the setting sun, and everyone raised their sleeves to cover their eyes, unable to withstand the dazzling light.

"In terms of Xia Yu's rank, it is impossible for him to dodge the Void Sword Technique, and the outcome is decided. The examiner squinted, shook his head, and said.

When the drummers heard this, they picked up their sticks and prepared to end the final battle.