The first among the heavens begins with martial arts

Chapter 12 No.15 Sword
When the useless Aji held the sword, he became the unparalleled Xie Xiaofeng.

Even if he was covered in rough linen and rags and blood stains all over his body, he couldn't conceal his divine aura.

The flames rekindled in the eyes that were originally dead, symbolizing the imminent death.

He took a deep breath, and the extreme anger broke through the seal of himself, and a sea of ​​true energy surged out from the hidden acupoints.

"I'll be back as soon as I go." He couldn't wait, only blood could make up for his mistakes.

Murong Qiudi followed him from a distance, but Qian Heng stayed where he was.

Qian Heng didn't care about this killing at all. He put the Golden Chamber Yaolue and Immortal Sealing Technique into operation, and rescued the old Miaozi and the two of them within a cup of tea.

After the Longevity True Qi passed, their bodies were not injured at all, and their skin was delicate and smooth, as if they were all pampered and wealthy families.

Qian Heng took out the wine and drank it himself, waiting for Xie Xiaofeng's return.

Half an hour later, Xie Xiaofeng returned to the house with the baby in his arms.

He stared at the old Miaozi and the two dumbfounded, as if he was doubting his own eyes.

"How many people did you kill?"

There were no new scars or blood stains on Xie Xiaofeng's body, but the smell of blood was as strong as coming out of a slaughterhouse.

"47, I killed 47 more."

His words trembled, as if he hated what he had done.

"Good kill!"

Qian Heng held up a bowl of wine and threw it to Xie Xiaofeng, "To eradicate evil in the world, it's time to make it clear!"

Xie Xiaofeng took the wine, but didn't drink it: "Life is the most precious thing in the world, killing people is just a last resort, how can we say that killing is good."

Qian Heng snorted, "Some people can no longer be called human beings. They are just jackals, tigers, leopards and vampires. They only harm people. Killing them will benefit the living people."

The third young master may not have a deep understanding of this truth, but Aji knows it very well. Xie Xiaofeng sighed softly and drank the wine in his glass.

Murong Qiudi smiled coldly, "You are done with your work, do you have anything to say to me?"

Xie Xiaofeng put down the doll, looked at the familiar beauty, his lips trembled, and in the end he only said three words, sorry.

Murong Qiudi turned angry instead of laughing, "Is sorry enough?"

Xie Xiaofeng lowered his head, and now he seemed to have become a useless Aji again.

Qian Heng smiled, "The Aji who killed someone is no longer Aji, it can only be Xie Xiaofeng."

Murong Qiudi pressed on step by step, "You don't want to continue wandering and live such a precarious life, do you?"

Xie Xiaofeng was confused, and he didn't know what to do in the future, where to find a peaceful life and stay away from disputes.

"Do you feel that the world is like a sea of ​​suffering, full of unsatisfactory things, and you want to escape but can't?"

Xie Xiaofeng didn't answer, but his eyes told Qian Heng the answer.

"The Lotus Sutra says: There is no peace in the three realms, just like a house on fire; it is full of suffering, and it is terrifying; the Buddha made a great wish with great wisdom and perseverance--hope to save all living beings in the three realms, so that all spirits can be liberated and enter the world of bliss. Do you think the Buddha What about your ambition?"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "The Buddha's great wish can be called great."

Qian Heng showed an incomprehensible smile, "If someone knows that the world is impermanent, all living beings are suffering, the good suffer, and the wicked are arrogant, but they want to reverse everything with great wisdom and perseverance, what do you think of this person?"

Xie Xiaofeng said with emotion: "If there is such a person, there is no doubt that the saint is alive, and the Buddha is also inferior."

His eyes turned to Qian Heng, "This kind of person should only exist in legends, right?"

Qian Heng laughed loudly, "In my world, there have been many such people, and they have been successful."

The laughter lasted for a while, Xie Xiaofeng said: "Do you want to be such a person?"

Qian Heng shook his head, "I can't do it."

"However, if I succeed in my career, at least it will be much better than the current Jianghu. I need you to help me."

Xie Xiaofeng remained silent. If he was not forced, he would never want to kill anyone, let alone join a mysterious organization.

"I know you don't want to kill, and I don't need you to kill."

Xie Xiaofeng still didn't respond. He knew that his reputation was an extremely sharp weapon. After any organization had Xie Xiaofeng's signboard, the swords of its members would become more murderous.

"You don't need to show your face, you can continue to choose to remain anonymous."

Xie Xiaofeng raised his head, he was a little puzzled about the other party's purpose.

"You can think that you have found a relatively rare job, and this job is to study martial arts."

Xie Xiaofeng suddenly realized that this was actually not much different from asking him to kill someone himself.

"Except for me, you can choose to keep your research results secret, but even the basic salary is enough for you to live a decent life."

Qian Heng's conditions were so good, Xie Xiaofeng's surprise had already surfaced on his face, he didn't understand what this stranger wanted to do.

"But I have an additional condition. If you want to resign, you must submit your resignation report one month in advance."

……

Xie Xiaofeng accepted the job as a researcher, bid farewell to Wawa's family under the supervision of his immediate boss, Murong Qiudi, and walked towards Qixingtang in the south of the Yangtze River.

There is the Academy of Martial Arts identified by Qian Heng, and it is also the headquarters of the newly formed forces.

Yan Shisan had been waiting there for a long time. After hearing the news from Li Xunhuan, who was originally a hermit, he couldn't wait to take a look at Xie Xiaofeng.

In terms of pure swordsmanship, starting from 30 years ago, the first ten years belonged to the hero Yan Nantian. His sword was unstoppable, and shortly after Yan Nantian disappeared, Xie Xiaofeng defeated Xue Yi. .

Although Yan 13 was older than Xie Xiaofeng at that time, he could only compete with Xue Yiren. He thought he was no match for Xie Xiaofeng, so he practiced swords painstakingly, and finally deduced the thirteen deadly swords handed down in his family to an unprecedented level, creating a Got the No.14 sword.

He decided to challenge Xie Xiaofeng, but saw a black coffin in the Excalibur Villa. On the coffin was the No. 200 sword in the world that had been handed down for [-] years in the Excalibur Villa.

Having lost his opponent, he sank his sword into the green water lake of Cuiyun Peak, and retreated to the mountains and forests until he heard the news that Xie Xiaofeng was not dead.

At this moment, Yan Shisan was holding a small knife in his hand, and he was sitting face to face with Li Xun Huan, both of them had a piece of wood in their hands, each carved.

What Li Xunhuan sculpts is still Lin Shiyin, and his works will always be her. Countless sculptings have made him very familiar, but he still puts all his heart into it.

What Yan Shisan carved was a sword, a sword that had accompanied him through countless life and death trials, but now he has lost it.

The two finished the carving almost at the same time. Yan Shisan practiced the family's swordsmanship one by one with the wiping wooden sword, but Li Xunhuan could tell that his mind was not on the swordsmanship.

Even so, his swordsmanship is full of indescribable murderous aura, an art of killing honed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Every move and style is full of the ferocity of either you or me, and with the evolution of the moves, it becomes more and more cruel.

When Li Xunhuan had the illusion that he was in the battle field of Shura, his murderous aura suddenly became invisible, and Yan Shisan's sword style became extremely simple, as if he was just learning the sword, and he couldn't even hold the sword steadily. The trajectory was crooked, drawing a very ordinary sword light.

But Li Xun Huan's hairs stood on end, this ordinary sword seemed crude, but in fact it was not inferior to Xie Xiaofeng's earth-shattering - the destruction of heaven and earth, even the lethality was slightly surpassed.

Because it is already killing itself, abandoning all changes and bells and whistles, restraining all brilliance and murderous aura, purely for killing, and killing is a very common thing.

Even if Li Xun Huan faced this sword head-on, there was no way to protect himself, he could only use Xiao Li's flying knife to counter the attack, and they all died together.

Yan Shisan was fascinated, he seemed to sense Li Xun Huan's fleeting supreme sword intent, the usual sword light suddenly buzzed and trembled like a rattlesnake.

A more terrifying sword intent was born. If the No.14 sword just now represented killing, the newly created No.15 sword means the consequences of killing. It is a pure sword of death.

Killing is not irresistible, but no one can avoid death. When death comes, no matter how strong a person is, he can only accept the final fate.

This sword of pure death has no target, but Li Xunhuan suddenly entered the realm where everything is empty. In his eyes, the world has become a complex collection of lines and patterns. These lines are born and die every moment Everything is changing, representing the flaws and flaws of all things.

Xiao Li's Flying Knife is already invincible, and when it hits a weak point, no one can resist it, which is also the root cause of all cases.

But at this moment, he couldn't find the right time to make a move. Yan Shisan's No.15 sword is a sword with its own life. It is not without flaws, but its flaws change so fast that he can't catch them arrive.

This also means that if he fights face to face, he will undoubtedly die.

"Crack!"

This is the sound of cracking wood.

The wooden sword couldn't bear the existence of the No.15 sword, it broke inch by inch and turned into sawdust flying in the air.

Yan Shisan woke up from the confusion, looked at the flying sawdust, thoughtful.

"This sword is very strong!"

Li Xun Huan was digging the soil under his feet, preparing to bury the puppet.

"Do you still want to fight Xie Xiaofeng now?"

Yan Shisan nodded, "This battle is inevitable."

He has seen the formula of longevity and knows that martial arts are about to undergo drastic changes, but his wish many years ago has not wavered.

"If I win, I will follow you to meet that person. If I lose, then please bury me in the maple forest where I live in seclusion. The scenery there is beautiful, and I decided to bury me there very early on. "

Li Xunhuan put the puppet into the dug hole and filled it with soil, "Actually, no matter you win or lose, you have to go see him."

Yan Shisan didn't understand what Li Xun Huan meant, but he didn't ask any further. He slowly straightened his stooped back and looked into the distance.

A puff of smoke curled up, and the person he was waiting for had already arrived.

(End of this chapter)