Comprehensive martial arts begins with the successor of the Seven Swords

Chapter 25 I also had a rain
"Taoism?" Su Muyu frowned, "I thought you were a swordsman?"

"No!" Qi Lin directly denied, "I just like practicing swords and the seven swords on my back, but I'm not interested in being a pure swordsman."

After all, Qi Lin looked at Su Muyu who was holding a sword hilt, and said with a smile: "You are very suitable to be a swordsman, but you are suppressing your own heart. Otherwise, today's rain will be more deadly."

As he spoke, he waved the Yuhua sword in his hand, and lifted the layers of rain curtains, revealing the figures of two people.

For some reason, Su Muyu, who has always been taciturn, faced Qi Lin and was willing to say a few more words: "Life is always full of dissatisfaction, and we can only go on the path we choose. It is of course good to be a pure swordsman, but It’s better to act for yourself.”

"That's right." Qi Lin applauded: "If you are not a killer, you can be considered a pure person."

Su Muyu was noncommittal, and he also knew that being an assassin would have no future, but in this world, where can they go?
"Then what is your persistence? Famous all over the world, it seems that every young man thinks so."

Su Muyu became more and more interested in Qi Lin, and he continued to ask.

Qi Lin waved the Yuhua sword, and laughed loudly: "The glory is like me in the mist, I don't like to stand on other people's heads;

Riches are like dung to me, for I have them at my fingertips;
Fame is a burden to me, because I like to be quiet, and if I am famous, I will have a lot of trouble;

Power is even more of a burden to me, because I don't like being an asshole, but being a good superior is too tiring. "

While talking and laughing, Qi Lin belittled everything that the world pursues to nothing.

"It sounds like you are a saint?" Su Muyu said with a touch of irony.

"Wrong. Fame and wealth, fame and power, saints don't care about these from the beginning, but I don't think it's interesting because they are easily available."

Qi Lin became more and more relaxed and comfortable, and he began to swing the rain flower sword in the direction of the rain drifting.

"You are really interesting. I have only met people who think there are too few of these things, but I have never met people who think they are too much."

"Then what do you want?"

The wind and rain gradually slowed down, Su Muyu grasped the rapier hidden in the handle of the umbrella.

"Now I want to forge a sword in the world. In the future, maybe I will do something more meaningful."

"In short, life is still long, there is no need to make yourself too strict."

Qi Lin set a small goal for himself. Seven Swords was originally born to protect the world, and he is willing to take this responsibility.

As a human being, there must always be a higher pursuit.

"I don't understand!" Su Muyu shook her head: "But I still want to thank you for giving me time!"

Qi Lin shook his head, he is not blind, Su Muyu is accumulating sword intent, he is very clear, but he is too lazy to stop it.

"I heard that wherever Patriarch Su goes, there must be rain. I also have a rain. I wonder if Patriarch Su is willing to taste it?"

Qi Lin asked politely.

Su Muyu felt the great pressure, even though he came to kill, but at this moment, like a guest facing the master, he reluctantly said a word: "Please!"

The moment the words fell, Xiao Yu resigned and stabbed out.

Seventeen thin blades began to dance in the rain, flying irregularly, driving the entire rain curtain, as if a god and man danced, causing all the rain in the sky to fly towards Qi Lin.

In fact, it was Su Muyu who danced, and it was his sword intent that moved the rain.

Overcast and rainy, everywhere, filled every inch of the space.

"What a good set of killing techniques!"

Qi Lin couldn't help but praise, the Su family's method of controlling the blade with a knife is indeed very good.

So, he raised the Yuhua sword, and the breeze blew his clothes, and the dust fluttered like a fairy.

The rain stopped suddenly.

Su Muyu's drizzle sword stopped in front of Qi Lin's throat, and the flying seventeen thin blades also stopped in midair.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Su Muyu's forehead, because Qi Lin's sword energy had spread all around at some time.

"Spring rain moisturizes everything silently!"

The Yuhua sword in Qi Lin's hand fell, and the drizzle rolled up from the sky, and countless sword qi burst out from all directions.

Su Muyu turned around, and the seventeen slender blades turned into a storm, accompanied by the drizzle sword in his hand, blocking the dense but ubiquitous sword energy.

Qi Lin gained power and was relentless, and the Yu Hua sword pierced straight out, "Xia Yu rumbles, making people anxious!"

The drizzle all over the sky turned into a rumbling rainstorm, and the sword energy rushed towards the face, one after another, forcing people to be breathless.

Su Muyu couldn't take it hard at all, so she could only retreat again and again.

"Autumn rain is desolate and cools people's hearts!"

Qi Lin disappeared in the cold rain, but his Yu Hua Sword became ubiquitous, popping up from time to time to kill Su Muyu.

"Winter rain sends people home coldly!"

Qi Lin's voice sounded again, and everything seemed to be back to the way it was at the beginning.

Su Muyu, who had blood on the corner of his mouth, did not dare to be careless. He felt a sense of familiarity in the seemingly ordinary scene.

It was the cold breath of death, and the cold voice was frightening.

"Maybe I'm going to die here today?"

As soon as this thought came to Su Muyu's mind, a sword appeared in front of him.

"No, I've been hit by an illusion!"

Su Muyu bit the tip of her tongue, came to her senses, and bumped into the Yuhua sword with the drizzle sword.

Qi Lin exerted his strength, carrying a piece of rain curtain, pressing on Su Muyu's body, forcing him to step back step by step.

"I still like you very much, but it's a pity that you, the umbrella ghost, will not give up your mission, so I have no choice but to accept your life."

Qi Lin's situation is better than Su Muyu's, but not much. He controlled the heavy rain with the power of the Yuhua Sword, and now his true energy is almost exhausted.

Su Muyu remained silent, he was used to using silence to resist fate, even though he was about to die, he didn't want to say a few more words.

Qi Lin jumped high into the sky, using the method of Taoism, his body was divided into four parts, each holding a Yuhua sword.

"It's raining heavily!"

The rain of the four seasons flows together, and then gathers in one place and falls from the sky.

Su Muyu was not willing to sit still and wait for death, so he swung the drizzle sword in his hand again, seventeen razor blades flew along with it, and killed him from bottom to top.

In the blink of an eye, the swords of the two were about to collide.

Qi Lin frowned, left behind a clone, and flew towards the inn with heavy rain all over the sky.

The autumn rain is chilling, and the winter rain is as cold as a prison.

The avatar self-destructed, detonating all the true qi, and Su Muyu was directly blown out.

The heavy rain poured into every room of the inn, cutting the killers who wanted to kill them into pieces, but not hurting any innocent people.

But Qi Lin stood in front of Minghou and the others with the Yuhua sword in his hand, and with the last of his true energy, he gathered the heavy rain on the sword and swung it out.

"clang!"

The Yuhua sword hit a knife.

The man with the knife is an old man in a long robe.

He was sent flying by Qi Lin's sword, and then disappeared into the rainy night.

"gentlemen!"

Minghou and Yueji supported Qi Lin.

Qi Lin whispered in their ears: "The old man just now is Xie Qidao, the Patriarch of the Xie family in Anhe. He must not have been seriously injured. But my strength has been exhausted.

What to do tonight, don't panic. "

Although Qi Lin exhausted his true energy, the people in the dark river didn't know it.

So he's going to sing an empty city plan tonight.

The two immediately understood, and Ming Hou stayed behind to take care of Qi Lin secretly.

Yue Ji didn't explain to the simple-minded Sikong Qianluo, but just took her back to her room to rest.

　Whisper for support
　　
　
(End of this chapter)