Chapter 10 Ten Steps and One Kill

It's quiet along the way, so quiet that it feels oppressive. Lin and the two quickly came to the No. 1 warehouse, and the door was illogically unguarded. Lin Yi no longer thought about stuning the unlucky ghost so much, and pushed the door in his sword. The No. 1 warehouse is not large, but it is full of all kinds of weapons and sundries, and it is estimated that this is not a place to put yellow and white things. Lin Yi looked at a long and narrow wooden box, so he picked up a cold long sword with his sword and lay quietly in it. Lin Yi gently pulled out the long sword, and a cold and simple aura on the sword came to his face, and the sword body wrote an article - Qing Feng is good, this is it. Lin Yi casually pulled a piece of cloth and carried the sword behind him, holding the 'Yuan' in his hand and preparing to break out. The quiet courtyard became noisy, and it was estimated that his sword would be stained with a lot of blood. It's just that when you step into the rivers and lakes, you can't choose to live in the world, or you can't say that your ability is not enough to live in the world.

Come on, the blood-stained rivers and lakes will have passion. The sword is out of the sheath, and I haven't practiced swordsmanship well since I came down the mountain, so today, you are honored to be the puppeteer under my sword. As soon as the sword Qi Lin stepped forward, the sword light flashed, and a blood-clothed man fell to the ground with frightened eyes, and a wound in his throat kept bleeding bright red blood.

Seeing this, the black-masked man said loudly: "Use the god to disperse, so that he will not come back." ”

The killing did not stop, and the blood stained Lin Yi's clothes red. Maybe it's your own or maybe it's not, but what does it matter? The sword in his hand is still ruthlessly depriving this other person of his life. A pungent smell of blood came, and Lin Yioneng felt that it was not good, and his internal strength was flowing and could not be condensed, which meant that he could not use light power to escape, and he could no longer use sword qi fingering. Now I can only rely on this simple swordsmanship cultivation to solve this dead end, maybe I will die here. This kind of ending is also a kind of relief, drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, how many people came back to fight in ancient times? What is there to be afraid of death, even if I die, I have to shed the last bit of blood, take away the last person so that the road below is not lonely. As long as I have a sword in my hand, I can slaughter everyone, and the sword light will slash through people's heads and fall to the ground. With his own body without internal strength, he fights against all crises. With the edge of my sword, which I have no strength, obliterate all threats. Only not afraid of injury, not afraid of death. In order to survive in this bloody river and lake, since you have no determination to die, then you can leave with peace of mind. With my mercy, I will send you to the heaven of rebirth, accept my last gift to you, and create the purest sword move for you - ten steps and one kill, Lin Yi panted and slowly walked through the crowd, and after the sword blade, the man in red slowly fell to the ground, everything was so harmonious and poignant

The black-masked man looked at Lin Yi, who was like a god, did not escape, did not speak, and his eyes were as cold as ever.

Lin Yi stopped in front of the black masked man and said slowly, "You're not afraid of death?"

"And kill me?" The Man in the Black Mask said

Lin Yi replied, "You can give it a try." ”

"I'm waiting. "Black Mask is humane

"What are you waiting for?" said Lin expressionlessly

"Waiting for you to make a move. "Black Mask is humane

"What if I don't make a move?" Lin Yi said

"Then you stay. "Black Mask is humane

"Oh, are you sure you can keep me?" Lin Yi asked

"If you don't make a move, I can keep you. If you make a move, I have half a chance of keeping you. Black Mask said again

"In that case, it's better for me to make a move, right? It seems that you forced me to make a move?" Lin Yi replied nonchalantly

"I also want to see these ten steps and one kill, but I'm afraid you don't have the strength to do it again. It's a bit of a pity, you probably have to stay here. "Black Mask is humane

"yes, in that case, let's have a showdown. Even if you are superior, you will also decide life and death. How?" Lin Yi said calmly, but Lin Yi knew in his heart that he must be more than lucky, and without internal strength, his physical strength would also be exhausted.

"It doesn't matter, come on. Let me enjoy this kind of fight too, and I hope you can make me have a good time, and I can give you a good death. Hahaha," the Black Mask Man sneered

The sword was raised, Lin Yi's yuan and the long sword in the masked man's hand slammed together, and the piercing sound of metal impact kept coming, and the cold light in the field was staggered, and the two of them exchanged the wounds on each other's bodies with a deadly fighting style, and the blood flowing from the wounds on Lin Yi's arms stained the ground red. The masked man also threw me in embarrassment, and the red robe on his body was tattered, and many of them were wounds.

"Looks like you don't have the strength to use your sword moves, if that's the case, I guess I'll win. After the masked man finished speaking, he stabbed Lin Yixin, who was gasping for breath, if he stabbed the immortals, it would be difficult to save them. Lin Yi didn't have the strength to use ten steps to kill again, ten steps to kill one person, and not stay for thousands of miles? As soon as he realized the sword move, he was probably going to sleep with me for a long time. Hahahahaha Lin Yi stretched out his left hand and directly grabbed the sword that stabbed him in the heart and pulled it down, regardless of the left hand that was cut off from the blood, and regardless of the abdomen stabbed by the masked man on the side. Holding the sword in his right hand and stabbing directly at the mouth of the masker's heart, the masker was startled and ready to retreat, but before he withdrew his hand, he felt a chill in his heart, and the sharp abyss passed directly through his chest, and the blood stained the earth red.

Lin Yi's breath was weak, he bandaged his abdomen slightly, and slowly left again with his sword, not knowing if he could go back there with his words, and not knowing if he could see his relatives. Perhaps this is permanent liberation, as if the stars in the sky are beckoning to you, guiding you to the beautiful kingdom of heaven and enjoying that beautiful carefree time.

I don't know where this is, is it heaven, is it hell, is this what life is like after liberation? It's good. The dream flashed like a bubble, and it appeared in the Sword Sect again, not in the Sword Sect in the Southern Regions but in the Central Plains. Every day is a day like that, the most carefree time. I'm just the worst disciple, yes, the worst disciple in the entire Sword Sect. Since I joined the Sword Sect at the age of five, I was still at the sword level until I was eleven years old, and people of my age at least had sword intent cultivation, and even had a genius in the middle of sword intent. We have a good master, the Sword Sect Sect Master, a super strong genius through the ages, the Sword Saint, he called the Sword Saint to learn the sword at the age of seven, the sword intent at the age of nine, the sword heart of thirteen, and the beginning of the sword god at the age of eighteen. Achieved the gods of the rivers and lakes, traveled the rivers and lakes for seven years, and the invincible sword of the rivers and lakes took over as the suzerain of the Sword Sect, and the Central Plains catastrophe lasted for ten years. The Sword Saint fought against the two great grandmasters, the Shadow Emperor, and finally repelled the two great masters with the supreme swordsmanship - Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, the Sword Saint was seriously injured, the core disciples of the sect lost eightfold, and the Sword Sect returned to the Southern Regions to recuperate. In the first six years of the Sword Sect, he repeated several things every day to practice swords, read, and cook, and the six years didn't seem to be that long, at that time, he was ordinary and happy, and he was carefree. It's just that now the memory is slowly dissipating, and I am reluctant to forget.