Chapter 2: Yan Thirteen's Sword

In the sea of clouds, Lin Xuan's shabby clothes floated gently, and the pale moonlight reflected on his delicate face made him look quite holy and mysterious.

Recalling what happened to him, Lin Xuan's heart was a little heavy. Raising his eyes to look at the white sea of clouds, although ethereal and transcendent, it brings an inexplicable sense of loneliness and suffocation!!

This feeling of suffocation seemed to spread, and even the eagles flying from the sky closed their high-pitched sharp, fierce sounds, and carefully flapped their wings and flew into the distance.

The breeze from the sky rustled Lin Xuan's loose clothes, Lin Xuan stared at his hands and sighed softly, slowly closing his eyes.

At this time, a black sword suddenly appeared in Lin Xuan's mind, embellished with thirteen bean pearls.

The black sword in his head seemed to sense Lin Xuan's presence, and let out a soft buzzing sound. An incomparable aura suddenly rose at the center of Lin Xuan's eyebrows, turning into an incomparably terrifying storm and sweeping out. Accompanied by a pleasant trembling sound, like the sound of a bell from ancient times, the bloody meaning of the vicissitudes of life is shocking!

"The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and one sword light chills nineteen continents. A sword pierces the heart, and the breath is 30,000 miles"

The soft moaning of the gut-wrenching sound seemed to have magical power. Lin Xuan only felt that his eyes were dark, and he fell into endless darkness.

Half an hour later, a touch of purple and black dawn from heaven and earth roared, tearing through the endless darkness and bringing Lin Xuan a depressed and dull feeling.

Under the silent and gloomy atmosphere of black light and darkness, Lin Xuan suddenly saw a middle-aged man. A long sword with a leather sheath, a golden spit and thirteen bean pearls. He was quiet, standing beneath the leaves, blending in with the autumn breeze of the earth.

Remnant of autumn. The leaves are dashing, and the sunset is all over the sky.

This majestic scene appeared without warning, Lin Xuan's brows furrowed slightly, he had never seen such a strange scene. If the root of this matter is related to the black sword that flashed in his mind, and the black sword did fly out of the sick boy Zhou Chen and stabbed into his body before it crossed over, then what does this black sword have to do with Zhou Chen?

"The thirteenth prodigal son in the world, the soul of the sword cold Kyushu returns to the fifteenth"

The sound of reverberation reappeared, setting off the autumn wind, rolling up the misty clouds, and a round of twilight sunset illuminated the maple forest in the distance!!

Airplanes!

The crisp sound of gold rang out, and a feeling of sadness and loneliness swept through the whole body.

A black figure suddenly flashed into the setting sun! Black clothes like night, eyes like eagles, and silver-white hair rose in the wind. The whole person is like a sharp peerless sword, sharp, resolute, cold and killing. Although he was standing in the distance, Lin Xuan could still feel an indescribable cold murderous aura!

Surprise and shock condensed in Lin Xuan's eyes. The figure in front of him was cold and unruly, standing a few feet away, like an emperor in the world, looking down on all living beings. At this moment, the breeze suddenly rose, and the vicissitudes of silver hair fluttered with the wind.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Lin Xuan.

Looking directly at these cold eyes, Lin Xuan's pupils contracted violently, and his breathing became a little rapid.

Yan Thirteen!!

Yan Shisan looked at Lin Xuan, bowed his head, and drew his sword.

A crashing sound like a meteorite from outside the sky, sword shadows, and a soft groan, burst out with Yan Shisan's dancing sword. Although Yan Shisan's swordsmanship was like a flower blooming, it was dazzling, but Lin Xuan could also feel the terrifying killing intent hidden behind the gorgeous flowers!

The first thirteen swords are like the roots of a flower that stretch endlessly and change, while the fourteenth sword is like a lightning bolt that is indestructible and invulnerable. It was the soul of the sword, the dense branches and leaves that grew from the roots!

Immediately after, the sword in Yan Shisan's hand began to tremble violently. Lin Xuan clenched his fists, he knew that the fifteenth change of Yan Thirteen's sword technique had come out!

Yan Shisan understated, waved his dust, and pointed his sword diagonally at the sky.

The sky was dark! Although the sword blade was trembling, what was originally trembling, suddenly all of them were still, absolutely still! Even the clouds that had been fluttering in the sky were completely still, and time seemed to have stopped!

Clang!

"Die!" the sword whispered like a soul messenger from hell, this simple word!

There is no change! There is no life! This sword brings only death! Only death is the end of everything, and it is the real hit! The flowing water dries up, and life ends! All things perish! This is the essence of Yan Shisan's life-killing sword technique! This is the real life-killing sword! This sword is the fifteenth sword!

"Boom!" Lin Xuan suddenly felt endless information pouring into his mind, how to use the sword, how to put away the sword, how to use the sword to kill......

Yan Thirteen's swordsmanship, fifteen swords. and Yan Shisan's perception of kendo was also integrated into his mind at this moment, regardless of each other. In other words, as long as Lin Xuan studied hard and practiced hard, he could reach the realm of Yan Thirteen in a very short period of time!!

"Ahh

Yan Shisan's huge memory made his heart tingle, and his brain seemed to be about to crack. For example, Lin Xuan's mind at this moment was a wooden bucket filled with water, and Yan Shisan's memory was another bucket of water......

If Lin Xuan can't bear such pain, then his future can only be described in one word: death.

To be honest, every time Lin Xuan recalled Zhou Chen's swordsmanship, he admired and admired it from the bottom of his heart. He has also always imagined that if he learns swordsmanship one day, he must try it with Zhou Chen. The man who was obviously a man but had a face that was more beautiful than a woman, coupled with the expression that had always been just a cold appearance, really made Lin Xuan very unhappy.

A man was actually called the number one beauty on earth by others, Lin Xuan really couldn't accept this fact.

However, when he was at least half as far away from his goal, he hesitated and hesitated.

"Why do I have to endure such pain when I learn a swordsmanship!" Lin Xuan finally couldn't bear the inhuman pain, and let out a sharp roar, and the sound spread in all directions, startling the birds and beasts one by one: "I can barely accept the pain of playing a swordsmanship, but why should I learn a swordsmanship to such a point and encounter such a thing??"

"Yan Thirteen, don't let me down!" Lin Xuan swallowed his saliva fiercely and muttered.

In an instant, a painful tearing sensation rippled out of Lin Xuan's head, and his body also twitched and twisted exaggeratedly at this moment.

Countless crisp sword sounds echoed in the ears, as if they came across the long river of time, shocking the heart.