One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 42 - Killing the Sword - Cutting the Deer's Neck
Listening to Song Yun's sarcasm, the middle-aged master still just smiled, ""The Hidden Dragon List" is one of the most influential lists in the world, so naturally it cannot be vague."

"It seems that you guys think I'm sure of you." Song Yun looked at the three of them coldly, and the woman immediately glared back angrily.

"Little brother, don't be too extreme. After all, this is a win-win thing."

The middle-aged master said, pointing to the young man next to him, "This one is at the same level as your martial arts level. You two have done fifty strokes, and we will evaluate your strength next to you. It will take less than half an hour if it is fast."

Seeing that Song Yun was silent, the woman added with disdain, "You don't dare to comment, let us beat you up to vent your anger, and you spent several days running to this hellish place, you can't go back without doing anything. "

Song Yun laughed after hearing this, his eyes gradually became sharper, and he turned to stare at the young man.

"My kung fu comes from the battlefield. I can only kill, and I don't know how to engage in martial arts competitions. If you insist on fighting with me, then be prepared to die!"

The middle-aged master smiled and said: "You two can do whatever you want, I'll be watching."

The young man nodded, got off his horse, took out his weapon, the cooked copper stick, shook it, and said to Song Yun contemptuously:

"Xuanji Pavilion, Tao Xingyuan. If you want to kill me, you are still far away."

"Bei Ting Army, Song Yun."

After Song Yun finished speaking, he didn't put up a stance to prepare for the attack, but instead drew back and walked towards the ruins not far away.

Tao Xingyuan waved his cooked copper stick and followed closely.

The middle-aged master rode his horse and followed behind, watching while saying: "The movement is fast and sensitive, and it is a bit weird. It should be learned a special skill. It is suspected to be the peak of the Xuan rank or the low rank of the ground rank. Write it down."

The young woman next to me responded, took out a charcoal pencil and a paper book and started to record.

This is the grand master of Xuanji Pavilion, with sharp eyesight, and knows countless kinds of martial arts. A congenital martial artist can pass fifty moves in front of his eyes, and his martial arts skills can be completely seen through.

Song Yun also heard the words of the master at this time, frowned slightly, turned over, and jumped to the back of a burnt house.

Tao Xingyuan jumped right after, came to the back of the house, looked around, but didn't see Song Yun's person again.

The middle-aged master kept talking behind him, "I have practiced hidden and latent skills, which is not as mysterious as body skills. It is probably at the level of low-grade mysterious ranks."

The woman looked around, but found no trace of Song Yun, and immediately said angrily:

"This guy is hiding again. We don't have time to spend time with him. Uncle Jiang, where is he?"

The middle-aged master pointed to another ruin not far away.

The young woman immediately shouted: "Brother, it's in the room in front of you on the right."

"Hiding and hiding, are you the only one who is good on the battlefield?" Tao Xingyuan snorted angrily, raised the wrought copper stick, and rushed forward to the right.

The house had already collapsed in half, and if you got a little closer, you could see Song Yun squatting inside.

Song Yun was not angry when he saw that his position was broken by the woman. He just stood still in the room with a sneer and raised the bronze sword in his hand.

"Finally dare to fight me head-on." Tao Xingzhi rushed into the room, and was about to throw his stick at it, when he suddenly felt dizzy, drowsy, and couldn't exert his strength.

There was also a black-green egg-sized stone under his feet, which was smoking.

"You actually poisoned..."

"Kungfu on the battlefield is to kill the enemy by any means."

Song Yun held the sword in both hands, and with all his strength, he pierced the armor and chopped off the cooked copper stick that was raised to block.

After all, Tao Xingzhi was an innate martial artist with strong viscera and a strong ability to resist poison. He still had the strength to escape outside the house, took a few breaths in the open space, and quickly recovered.

But the stick had been left in the house.

"The Nether Smoke Stone is only a hidden weapon of the top grade of the Xuan rank. It seems that it is not enough to bring down an innate martial artist. If it is of the ground rank, it will definitely be fine."

Song Yun kicked the cooked copper stick far away, strode forward, swung his sword and began to attack.

Tao Xingzhi was bare-handed, and he didn't have a treasure armor on his body. How could he dare to fight against a low-grade bronze sword?He could only jump up and down, move left and right, and dodge Song Yun's sword moves in embarrassment.

Before the middle-aged master could speak, the woman next to him cursed angrily: "It's shameless that the martial arts competition is actually poisoned!"

After finishing speaking, he jumped off the horse, raised a slender maroon soft whip, and whipped towards Song Yun.

Song Yun took half a step back and sneered, "I'm shameless in poisoning, but you two are not shameless?"

"You—" The young woman's face froze, she was speechless, she simply stopped talking, and joined hands with Tao Xingyuan silently.

The middle-aged master still smiled calmly, took the pen and paper left by the woman, and buried himself in recording a sentence.

Song Yun took advantage of the moment when Grandmaster bowed his head, and threw two balls backhand, extremely fast, leaving only a series of afterimages in the air.

The two who had just teamed up didn't notice when a hidden weapon appeared in Song Yun's hand. At this time, the distance was too close, and it was too late to dodge.

Tao Xingyuan thought it was the poisonous thing before, and hurriedly shouted: "Hold your breath!"

The next moment, the ball exploded in front of the two, and countless sparks shot out, some even fell into the eyes of the two.

"what!"

Amid the screams of the two, Song Yun moved his sword forward lightly, without making any sound of piercing through the air, and quietly passed through the thousands of sparks, and the dark blue sword edge brought out a stream of bright red blood.

Killing sword - cutting the neck of the deer.

This is the first form of the three killing swords in the "Slaying Fighting Sword Classic", and it is also the most suitable sword for attacking and killing.

Deer are one of the most sensitive and timid animals. They will flee immediately when they hear any disturbance, or even feel malicious eyes.

However, the sword of "Cutting the Deer's Neck" not only restrained his voice, but also concealed his killing intent, and quietly harvested the target's life without giving the opponent a chance to react.

The middle-aged master not far away raised his head, only seeing sparks exploding all over the sky, but he didn't feel the hidden killing intent, so he hesitated for a moment and failed to rescue him in time.

The next moment, Tao Xingyuan and the young woman's heads flew high and rolled in the air for a long time, even Song Yun could still see the astonished expression on the woman's face.

Double kill with one sword.

The smile on the face of the middle-aged grandmaster disappeared without a trace, and he fell into a rage instantly, roaring: "Song Yun! Xuanji Pavilion has no grievances or enmities with you, how dare you kill him?"

"Hehe, you spied on my martial arts skills and forced me to enter the list to expose my strength. Isn't this hatred?"

"I said, if you force me to do it, then be prepared to die!"

Song Yun took advantage of the air-exploding Yanlei Zi to strike him successfully, he didn't stop there, turned around and fled towards the depths of the ruins.

The middle-aged master leaped several feet high from the horse's back, and hurriedly chased after him. The horse below whined, and the spine was directly crushed by the terrifying recoil force.

There was a rumbling air explosion, and this was the second time Song Yun heard a similar sound. He rolled skillfully on the ground, trembling a few times as if he had been hit hard on the back, but fortunately he was not seriously injured.

Martial arts masters practice blood to accumulate qi, and can release the vigorous aura, turning it into gang qi to kill the enemy.

But after a certain distance, Song Yun would not be crippled by a slap, and quickly got up and continued to run far away.

"Song Yun, if I don't kill you, what's the face of my Xuanji Pavilion?"

The roar of the middle-aged master resounded in the empty city of Anxi.

(End of this chapter)