Chapter 4 Xiaoyu

Waiting quietly is the destination of life. Every human being, from birth, waits for the death of life. It seems that everything is predestined by God. Mortals can only accept the arrangement of fate, or try to challenge!

In the evening, in the cold valley, under the dead trees. Alone, sitting alone.

People, with vicissitudes on their faces. Ragged clothes, tired eyes, confused with strength. Sitting there quietly, watching the sunset from afar, from time to time there was an inaudible murmur coming out of his mouth.

"It's time to practice swords!" Lin Xuan stood up from under the tree, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

His eyes opened slightly, and he began to dance the branches.

I saw that the moves were slow and fast. The branches in his hands also waved at great speed, and his figure became lighter and fainter, and he used dozens of moves almost in a breath. The figure turned faster and faster, and at last it was almost impossible to see. I could only faintly perceive the dancing figures, and the sound of breaking the sky came out, alarming the birds......

A sword stabbed out, and the branches groaned and trembled. The sword style is erratic, but it is extremely fast, like a ghostly shadow.

"Fifteen swords of death!"

Sneer...

The sword is the ancestor of the short soldier and the holy product of the ancients.

The sword is rather bent than bent.

The sword stands up to the sky.

"Hmm!", pondering for a moment, his eyes slowly closed. "What is a sword?"

"The principle of holding a sword lies in the way of offense and defense. The front can be reached, and the back can be refused. The mind is condensed, and all evils are secluded. Victory or defeat is unreasonable, shameless, and innocent. No regrets, no meaning, and finally streamlined...... This is the road of the sword. ”

"No! All the laws in the world are unstoppable, and the rotation and provocation of the sword are not broken, and its force is the same, and it is not sent or even defeated during the process. ”

"So, why is Yan 13 proficient in hundreds of exquisite swordsmanship, dissolving the essence of swordsmanship of various sects in one furnace. The fifteen swords of death have reached the pinnacle of this move, but why did I read the fast sword in Yan Thirteen's memory?"

Lin Xuan's face was like ice and snow, and at this moment he frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

"Yes, in my previous life, I had heard that the invincible swordsman Dugu was divided into five stages, and this Dugu was bound to be much stronger than Yan Thirteen in terms of swordsmanship, and I should be able to learn from his swordsmanship. Sharp swords, soft swords, heavy swords, wooden swords, no swords. Dugu seeks defeat in his twilight years, innovates in swordsmanship, and transcends himself to create a swordless style. ”

"No sword, no sword is better than a sword, it is not difficult to understand that this should refer to the invisible sword qi. When the swordsmanship has been practiced to the point of invisible sword qi, how exaggerated is the speed of the attack and the power of the attack! Isn't this the reason why it is fast and unbreakable?"

"In his early years, Dugu sought defeat and competed with the heroes of Hesu, and worshiped all the masters in the world. The one-handed swordsmanship is also absolutely invincible in the world, and later transferred to the soft sword, isn't it just to improve the speed of the sword?"

Lin Xuan's gaze lit up slightly, like two bright stars. After a moment, it fell silent again.

"Well, it's clear that when both sides of the enemy are at the peak of their swordsmanship, the fastest wins. When the power of swordsmanship is equal, the fastest wins. ”

"No! what affects swordsmanship is also powerful!"

"The fast wins! The strong wins! Yan Shisan's swordsmanship has reached its peak, but it is not satisfactory in speed and power. ”

Lin Xuan pondered deeply.

"The Way of the Sword. Speed or power?"

"Hmm! No matter how fast my swordsmanship is cultivated, how many pieces are there? In this way, my path is only one of the strongest."

Although Lin Xuan had the memory inheritance of Yan Shisan, he didn't want to follow the old path of others. Always relying on the guidance of others, he also wants to rely on himself.

Because, every strong person should have their own way, and they should fight for the future with their own hands.

Perhaps this is an extremely difficult road, but if you don't go through the wind and rain, how can you create brilliance? The future is under your feet, and it is best to follow your own path!

Lin Xuan wanted to use his perception to strengthen the power of the fifteen deadly swords, or he wanted to strengthen its move changes. Although it is only a small idea, as long as it is completed, it will be a huge transformation for him.

Lin Xuan was in the era of the information explosion in his previous life, and his thoughts were like wild imagination, and he didn't know that changing his moves at will was a taboo in martial arts.

Once there is a defect in the connection between the moves, it will harm oneself and others. If the person who is playing against you discovers the shortcomings of the sword move by mistake, the consequences are unimaginable!

However, Lin Xuan was also thinking well. The great supernatural powers, or no supernatural powers, are all in the sword. The way of the sword, the way of heaven. Enlighten the Tao with a sword, and understand the sky with a sword. Everything together, different paths to the same end

Moves, momentum, and intentions in swordsmanship. Only when the moves reach the peak, the momentum and the intention can reach the peak together.

In this way, it is the pinnacle of kendo. God in swordsmanship, invincible in kendo!!

Unassailable!

"Woo woo woo" Suddenly, a child's cry came from the distant forest. broke the secluded forest that had been quiet, and also disturbed Lin Xuan's thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Sensing this voice, a trace of doubt flashed on Lin Xuan's white face.

In this secluded forest, he was hungry and ate wild fruits to satisfy his hunger, and when he was thirsty, he drank mountain springs to relieve his hunger. How long had it been since he heard anyone else talking?

Now I suddenly hear a human voice, and it naturally feels very strange. Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, quietly perceiving the source of the sound.

Afar.

A little girl in a fancy dress is on her knees. He looked at the three people lying in a pool of blood in front of him in a daze, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse.

"Abba and Grandma, Great Elder, don't you want Xiao Yu? Wake up! Xiao Yu is afraid that you won't sleep anymore, okay!"

The little girl has a delicate and impeccable face, and it is not an exaggeration to call it the most perfect masterpiece of heaven. From that point of view, it's impeccable. No matter how you taste it, you can't find fault with this appearance.

The flawless beauty is breathtaking. After savoring it, I feel that I never get tired of watching it.

Her skin was like snow, and her hair was waist-length. is only about seven or eight years old, but he has such a charming look.

Raise your eyes.

"Why are you harming us, Abba and Aunt and the Great Elder can't do it anymore. They are all good people, but you hurt them, you are bad people!"

The voice is hoarse and miserable, which makes people involuntarily feel pity and love.

However, the person standing in front of her with a dagger in his hand and a black scarf masked his face and hiding the whole person under black clothes was unmoved.

Among them, only one person said coldly, "If this is your last word, then everything is over!" I hope you will be an ordinary person and do some ordinary things in your next life. ”

The man in black, holding the dagger with the index finger and ring finger of his right hand, looked at that beautiful face, sighed secretly in his heart, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

The sound of breaking the air appeared.

The dagger slashed through the sky with a piercing "buzzing" sound, and death continued to amplify in the girl's pupils

She slowly closed her eyes, and when she slowly closed them, her eyelashes stirred like elves.

The other men in black were all in turmoil in their hearts at this moment.

"Even such a girl has been ruthless, then our lord has never left a living mouth to do things, presumably only one of us can live. The moment she died, even the moment when her colleagues defected, it was better to be careful."