Zongwu: My Proficiency Panel

Chapter 151 Yan Thirteen, No.14 Sword
Twilight has faded, dead trees have bare branches, and jackdaws sing alone.

The sound of a horse's hooves was approaching, as if they were knocking on the heartstrings of a person, and they fell on the gravel road with a sound.

It was a snow-white white horse, from head to tail, no specks of color could be seen, neighing and howling, and the rider was none other than Ning Xiu.

A few days ago, Ning Xiu, Lu Xiaofeng and others left the Forbidden City and said goodbye to each other.

Ximen Chuuxue buried Ye Gucheng's body with his own hands.Lu Xiaofeng, Sikong Zaixing and Hua Manlou are going back to Jiangnan together.Ding Peng made an appointment to fight Fu Hongxue, and it is expected that the winner has already been decided. His saber technique has improved since the battle with Ning Xiu, so Ding Peng should win.

Dongfang Bubai returned to Heimuya, while Ning Xiu was going to wander around before returning to Guiyuan Gate.

This place is close to Mobei, and there are few people. After riding a horse for nearly a hundred miles, Ning Xiu finally found an official road.

In front of Ningxiu, there was an ox cart with a big wine jar on it, walking slowly.

Ning Xiu walked up to the man delivering the wine, and asked where was ahead, the man replied: "That is the happiest place in the world, where there are wine, meat and beauties."

Hearing this, Ning Xiu smiled and thanked, and rode his horse to go. This place is not as rich as the Central Plains. It is also good to have such a small town to replenish supplies.

"I want your car and wine."

Before Ning Xiu had gone far, a man in black called the driver.

This person carries a sword on his back and has a special temperament.

He is too cold.

A kind of indifference and fatigue that has penetrated into the bone marrow, but with this kind of murderous intent.

Ning Xiu was very familiar with this feeling. The murderous aura was due to the fact that many people had been killed, and the weapon and body carried a strong sense of oppression.

Fatigue may be from killing too much and being too tired of this life.

The black-clothed swordsman's face was pale, but he drew many black lines. From Ning Xiu's perspective, he was a lonely person.

Over there, the black-clothed swordsman had already bought a bullock cart and wine with a lot of money, and looked at Ning Xiu. Ning Xiu had a restrained aura, but with a long knife on his back and a BMW on his back, he was not easy to provoke.

The two looked at each other, and Ning Xiu looked at the black-clothed swordsman with interest, and asked, "Are you Yan Shisan?"

"You are?" Yan Shisan's voice was low but not hoarse, the two were separated by several feet, and the voice was still in the ears.

"It really is you." Ning Xiu reined in his horse and looked Yan Shisan up and down, "Are you going to challenge the sword god Xie Xiaofeng?"

Yan Shisan narrowed his eyes and said, "What does it have to do with you?"

"What kind of character is the sword god Xie Xiaofeng? Although you, Yan Shisan, have some reputation in this land of Mobei, it may not be so easy to challenge Xie Xiaofeng like this..."

Clang——

Yan Shisan drew his sword to attack, but was easily dodged by Ning Xiu. The sword had a black scabbard, and the blade was much longer than ordinary swords. It looked three feet seven, and the whole was blue-black, even the hilt was black. Yes, this sword is like his fate, the fate of killing.

"Your martial arts are not low, but it's a pity that you are not a swordsman." After finishing speaking, Yan Shisan took back the black and green sword and looked at it, "I am alive, and I am no different from dead, but I still have a wish before I die. It's over, I'm going to find Xie Xiaofeng, I want to prove that Yan Shisan is Yan Shisan, not someone else."

"I know Xie Xiaofeng's strength. Before you create stronger swordsmanship, you are no match for him."

Yan Shisan opened his eyes first, then closed them, and smiled coldly.

"How do you know that I'm not his opponent. The Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng only flatters those so-called famous figures in the Jianghu. It's because he didn't meet me."

The murderous intent of the person in front of him became stronger, and he looked at Ning Xiu without squinting, "Although I don't know who you are, but your martial arts are not low, judging by your attire, you may be a true disciple of a certain big sect. I must have some reputation, after killing you and defeating Xie Xiaofeng, the world will know my name, Yan Shisan, not some deadly swordsman, or someone's shadow."

Ning Xiu looked at him and said with a faint smile, "If you are not crazy, you will not survive. Yan Shisan, you practice swords like magic, and your martial arts are not weak. Even if you go to the Central Plains martial arts where hidden dragons and crouching tigers, you can still make a name for yourself. But fame is everything. To be honest, as long as you are strong enough, the rules can be set by you."

"you're right……"

Choke!

There was a sudden trembling sound, and before the person arrived, a three-foot black glow had already leaped into view, reaching Ning Xiu's throat, which was the first of the thirteen deadly swords - the sword came out and sealed the throat!
This sword is the ultimate darkness, enough to kill a person, pulling into the darkness of death, this sword seems to erase the last smear of afterglow.

"The sword intent is strong enough, but the internal strength is not enough."

Ning Xiu smiled lightly.

He raised his right hand suddenly, clasped his five fingers together, like a jaw, he had already clasped the spine of the black sword in the lightning flash, the cold edge of the sword was only an inch away from his neck, but it was difficult to penetrate even a tiny bit, it was difficult move.

Although both of them are in the same innate realm, Ning Xiu's internal strength cultivation is already at the level of the ancestors of those great sects, and he can fight against the sharp blade of a god weapon with empty hands.

"impossible!"

Yan Shisan has already overestimated Ning Xiu's strength enough, so he has no reservations about his sword. He is a killer, and now he has no fear when he is about to die. No matter what Ning Xiu's status is, he will not hesitate out the sword.

This sword didn't release water at all.

Yan Shisan's pupils shrank slightly, shock and confusion appeared in his eyes, but he couldn't allow him to think about it at this moment, he suddenly poured in his true energy, and the black and green long sword was shining brightly, when Ning Xiu let go, he subconsciously drew the sword One cut.

The second type - Qingfeng face cutting!
The sword technique of Thirteen Swords of Death is just like the name of the sword technique.

In the hands of Yan Shisan, a sword-crazy sword demon, this family-passed sword technique is a sword technique that represents death.

It's just that he overlooked something...

Ding!
Swords clashed, and the two killing forces spread through the wind. It was obviously just a sword fight, but the coachman who had walked far away suddenly felt a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the sky, as if the autumn forest was about to enter winter.

At the same time that Ning Xiu swung the saber with his right hand, his left hand was also raised, his palm was like a saber, and he raised his arm and slashed it round and round.

"Bang bang bang!"

Yan Shisan suddenly heard three thunderclaps in his ears.

Just as he was about to swing his sword to resist, a more terrifying force struck at an even faster speed. Yan Shisan's hair exploded, and then he felt his chest sink, and he retreated more than ten steps violently. There was a row of deep footprints on the road.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Yan Shisan took a deep breath and said seriously.

Ning Xiu said: "You only used two stances with the Thirteen Swords. It would be a pity if you died so easily. Yan Shisan, you have already learned my martial arts. You who deal with mediots Martial arts can't hurt me. I think you should have created the No.14 sword, and you haven't used it yet?"

As soon as this remark came out, Yan Shisan couldn't help being startled, then glared at Ning Xiu, and asked, "Do you also think there is No. 13 sword after No. 14 sword?"

Ning Xiu was also taken aback when he heard the words. It turns out that the current Yan Shisan has not yet created the No. 14 sword, let alone the No. 15 sword that can kill the sword god Xie Xiaofeng and represents absolute death.

So he laughed and said: "There is no limit to progress, swordsmanship is dead, and people are alive. You are familiar with the world's sword manuals. How difficult is it to create the No. 14 sword after the thirteen deadly swords with your aptitude? Even the No.15 sword is not out of the question."

"No.15 sword..."

Yan Shisan muttered to himself, then shook his head and said, "I only have a little eyebrow for No. 14 sword, and No. 15 sword..."

Looking at Yan Shisan who was lost in thought, Ning Xiu thought to himself: If he was not also a person obsessed with martial arts, and wanted to see the No.15 sword that represents death in the legend, he would definitely kill Yan Shisan without talking about martial arts at this moment The madman.

"There must be a great understanding between life and death. Since your No. 14 sword after the thirteen deadly swords has some eyebrows, and you also know some swordsmanship, how about we come and compete?" Ning Xiu said, suddenly in his hand. There is an extra long sword with a mouth that is a ferocious dragon's head.

"it is good!"

Yan Shisan's eyes were firm, he didn't care where Ningxiu's sword came from, and said: "If I can really comprehend the No.14 sword, then even if I can die in your hand, it will be an honor."

"Please!"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Shisan's aura suddenly changed, his figure was like a sharp blade, with his index finger clasping the sword, his sharp eyes fixed on Ning Xiu, and there were various expressions of enthusiasm, anticipation, and apprehension.

"bring it on."

Ning Xiu also slowly clenched the dragon head sword in his hand. His movements seemed to be unhurried, but in fact he was constantly gaining momentum. He had already followed the fast sword way, but after seeing Xue Yiren's fast sword, he became even more determined. From what I've come to realize, if he makes a move, he must be faster than Yan Shisan.

Man, just be fast!
After a while, the sword power of both sides climbed to the peak.

Behind a tree, the coachman, who had already collapsed from fright, opened his eyes wide and stared at the two of them.

It's not that he doesn't want to leave, but that Yan Shisan and Ning Xiu's strength is really terrifying. Even if they are twenty feet apart, they are still enveloped by that terrifying energy, making him unable to move.

"Whoosh..."

The wind was getting louder and louder, and the sky was changing and becoming more and more gloomy.

Night falls.

choke--!
Finally, Yan Shisan drew his sword.

He knew that in a duel between masters, Qi will be the first to confront each other, and the sword power and sword intent of the two collide with each other, looking for each other's flaws.

Yan Shisan was familiar with the world's sword manuals, and seeing Ning Xiu's movements and momentum holding the sword, he already knew what kind of swordsmanship he was. In terms of the speed of drawing the sword, he must be inferior.

Maybe after one move, he will die...

But he couldn't wait any longer!

He wanted to know if he could realize the No.14 sword in the midst of the horror of life and death, and he was extremely eager to see the elegance of that sword.

In an instant, the body followed the sword, and the sword followed the breath.

As the three-foot-seven sword edge slashed, it was like a dragon breathing out, and even a straight thin line spread forward appeared on the thick road below.

The eighth form of the Thirteen Deadly Swords - the passing of time!
The distance between the two was still a few feet, and Ning Xiu felt the sharpness piercing his eyes, and the sword energy was coming across his face, chilling his bones, but his expression was still calm, he only raised his hand slightly, obviously the sword was coming from behind, and he easily stopped it This killing sword is as fast as a stream of light!
The sharp sword intent carried sand and stones all over the sky, turned around and stabbed straight, falling between Yan Shisan's sword energy.

Breaking through the face with a point was overwhelming, and Yan Shisan's sword burst in an instant.

But at the same time, Yan Shisan turned his body around, changing his sword technique at the moment when the sword energy was completely shattered.

With a light flick of the hilt on the wrist, the sword energy as sharp as a poisonous snake reappeared, and a sword that was as tricky as a poisonous snake spit out a letter instantly arose.

The fourth style - flicking the wrist and flicking the sword!
The first form - the sword comes out and seals the throat!
After making the eighth sword, Yan Shisan changed two swords in an instant, and the sword energy pierced Ningxiu's "Tianzhu", "Shindao", "Zhishi" and many other acupoints.

"it is good!"

Ning Xiu secretly praised Yan Shisan, who is indeed a sword idiot and sword demon. In terms of his sword skills, he is already extremely brilliant. With his sword skills, he will be famous all over the world if he does not die in this battle. prestige.

However, Ning Xiu's strength surpassed Yan Shisan's too much. When Yan Shisan's sword was about to pierce his throat, Ning Xiu stepped sideways to avoid it, and the sword picked Yan Shisan's eyebrows!

Fengyun Kuaijian - Azure Dragon Out of Water!
Clang!
Ning Xiu's sword was four inches shorter than Yan Shisan's sword, but he caught Yan Shisan's stabbing moment and made a dangerous move.

If this sword goes down, I will die!
Yan Shisan's mind was shaken wildly, and between the swings of life and death, he broke out at a speed beyond the limit.

boom!
The two swords collided with each other, but what came out was not the sound of the swords clashing, but a roaring earthquake like thunder on dry land.

These two swords can be easily picked up by farmers who have worked all year round, and they can also be used as murderous weapons, but in the hands of two swordsmen, Ning Xiu and Yan 13, a light sword weighs more than ten thousand catties, and can destroy everything in an instant .

The two powerful sword qi collided, and the surrounding air was visibly distorted by the naked eye, and the sky was full of dust, covering the figures of the two people.

In the next second, the paralyzed coachman passed out, and the sound of "jingle ding dong dong—" was heard in the dust and mist.

Night Breeze, who was already chilling, became even more chilling. The wind and cloud swayed rapidly, and seemed to be trembling at this moment. The crow on the locust tree croaked in shock and flew away from this terrible place in a hurry.

Tick!
Hot blood dripped down.

Yan Shisan's nerves were stretched to the limit, every move of Ning Xiu was aimed at killing him, and he couldn't tolerate the slightest carelessness.

But even so, there were already several scars on his body.

"Life and death, life and death, life leads to death, and death comes back to life..." Ning Xiu's voice condensed into a line, and it went straight to Yan Shisan's ears.

Yan Shisan's heart trembled slightly, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

Yes, students!
The Thirteen Swords are treacherous and changeable, tricky and hot, but the core is killing people. It is a sword move that focuses on killing people.

But what is the end of death?
It's raw!

Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently!
Is there a kind of swordsmanship, where the ultimate ultimate move is hidden without warning?
At this moment, a thread seemed to appear in Yan Shisan's mind, connecting the thirteen changes of the Thirteen Death-killing Swords together.

Countless memories of practicing the Thirteen Swords of Death day and night merged into thirteen villains. He held a long sword and began to practice the thirteen moves of the Thirteen Swords of Death by himself, from the first sword to the No.13 sword...

In the end, the thirteen villains merged into one, and the thirteen sword moves also merged into one, and they stabbed forward with a sudden volley.

It is like rain moistening things silently.

But it is indomitable.

At this moment, it was as if there was a light rain in the sky, and everything grew and was full of vitality.

There was no killing intent, nor was there any raging sword intent. What Ning Xiu felt was the new life like the rising sun.

boom!
The power of six feet, seven feet, eight feet of heaven and earth entered his body, and a sword intent that shook heaven and earth erupted from Yan Shisan's body. At this moment, his spiritual cultivation has improved by two small levels, and his swordsmanship has also broken through. To a new world!

Thirteen Deadly Swords No. 14 Style——Dead Extreme Metamorphosis!
(End of this chapter)