Gentlemen, listen to the sword chant

Chapter 51 The Strongest in the World, Sword God Jiang Yi
silence.

People were stunned, and they all recalled the words that the old lunatic said with strange expressions.

"Masters, listen to the sword chant first?"

What the hell?

However, the next moment, all the assassins turned pale with shock. They only felt that the long sword in their hands had been summoned by something, and began to vibrate "buzzing", as if it was about to fly out of their hands in the next moment.

It was like seeing a ghost.

"Kill!" The female killer showed a fierce look in her eyes, and she rushed up first after she finished speaking. Anyway, she is dead anyway, so it is better to fight, but she was horrified to find that the long sword did not work. They were all separated from the user's hands, turned into sword lights all over the sky, and then swooped down rapidly, aiming at the eyebrows of everyone.

Silence.

Simply, after a short while, hundreds of long swords with different workmanship all fell to the ground as if they had been deprived of energy, dim and dull.

Looking at the hundred or so assassins, all of them looked cold and their backs felt cold.

"Well, it's not unfamiliar." The old lunatic nodded, as if he was very satisfied with the hand he showed. When he raised his hand, he could control a hundred swords with Qi, and the wind was light and calm, which was really a piece of cake.

Chen Ci was stunned, his face full of shock.

He even rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

The scene just now seemed to have never happened, but it felt so real to see a hundred assassins standing at a loss with fear on their faces.

What means is this?
"Don't get out yet?"

The old lunatic yawned with a lazy expression.

The female killer swallowed her saliva, bent down with difficulty to pick up the two long swords, very unwilling, she hesitated to speak, "Withdraw."

She originally thought that raising the title of Master Shangshu would deter many youngsters, but she made a mistake.

Life is but a hundred years, knowledge is only a thousand people, and travel is only a thousand miles.The rivers and lakes are too big, no matter how many amazing and talented people are buried in the barren hills of bones, but it is too small, through the ages, how many people who claim to be invincible have been used as pawns by the people above the court.There are masters like clouds in the rivers and lakes, but there may be no masters in the court, or even worse, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

A hundred assassins retreated in desperation and disappeared into the white mist, as if they had never been there before.

Chen Ci walked to the donkey cart, looked at the old lunatic who was carelessly picking his nose, geared up, and laughed: "Old man, I can't see it, you can do it, how did you do it?"

The old lunatic looked at Chen Ci with his nostrils, thinking that he was underestimated by Chen Ci, and was a little disdainful: "What is this? If I am serious, I will use my sword thirty-three thousand."

Statement: "..."

Thirty-three thousand swords at hand?
and many more.

Let the Chen Ci go through it, what a majestic scene it was?
"You're not bragging, are you?" Chen Ci thought for a while, and rejected the idea. After all, the thirty-three swords are really shocking and out of reach.

The old lunatic was at a loss for words, as if he had been exposed, he blushed a little, stroked the few goatee on his chin and smiled awkwardly: "Well, [-] is indeed a lot, but I never couldn't do it in my heyday... Now, Twenty-three thousand is not a problem."

Chen Ci was ashamed: "I think it's three thousand three."

"You brat, who do you look down on?"

Looking at the old maniac's expression, I'm afraid that three thousand three is enough, but then again, the scene of being able to control the sword three thousand three is enough to make the old maniac rank among the strongest in the world.

"This... old man, you are so awesome, why are you so unknown, and you are a beggar in Guangling?" Chen Ci asked with a smile.

With this temper, the old lunatic raised his hand and slapped Chen Ci on the head, angrily said: "You kid is full of nonsense, to be clear, who the hell is a beggar? I don't chase fame and fortune, I'm just lazy Get used to it, who is a beggar?"

Chen Ci thought that the old lunatic would stay at the breakfast shop he opened many times and would come here every day to ask for steamed buns. Put your posture down very low, "Yes, yes, yes... what the senior taught me is that today I have saved my hard-earned money thanks to the senior, hahaha, it was me, Mr. Chen, who had no eyes and no eyes, and waited until I returned to Taoyuan Town , I must throw a banquet in hospitality, kill pigs and sheep, and let the seniors eat to their heart's content."

The old lunatic was satisfied, and he was very satisfied with Chen Ci's words, but his expression was very flat, and he said angrily: "Then what are you waiting for, let's go, I am so hungry."

Chen Ci nodded and bowed, "Let's go."

Chen Ci wanted to invite the old lunatic to sleep in the carriage, saying that it was cold and he was afraid he would catch a cold. Where do you live? That’s it, I’m used to it, and I can sleep anywhere.”

"Ah, yes, yes, then I will accompany senior, so that I can chat with senior to relieve fatigue." Chen Ci was full of smiles.

What a joke.

Knowing that the old lunatic is a peerless master, Chen Ci's eyes lit up.

These days, troubled times are approaching, and a master can be compared to a million soldiers. He is really afraid that the old lunatic will take the opportunity to slip away.

Don't you have to watch it yourself?

The old lunatic knew what Chen Ci was thinking, and he didn't expose it. He buckled his feet and pouted, "Tsk, it's cold, I'm hungry..."

Hearing the statement, he waved his hand, "Come here, get two pots of wine and a few catties of stewed meat."

After a while, a young servant took out a lotus leaf bag from the purchased New Year's goods and respectfully handed it to Chen Ci.

The statement unfolded.

Although it was cold, the old lunatic didn't dislike it. He ate his mouth full of oil, chewed the meat, and drank a little wine, very happy.

"Senior, how did you manage the sword?" Chen Ci was curious, seeing that he was comfortable serving the old lunatic, he said insinuatingly.

Chen Ci is a person who has received a modern education. Although he traveled through time by accident, he stayed there for half a year and didn't see any monsters. He was very curious about the old lunatic's move.

The old lunatic stroked his beard, contented, curled his lips in disdain when he heard the words: "My understanding of the way of swords is extraordinary, how can I have a place among the top ten masters in the world, what kind of ability is mere fencing the sword?"

The old lunatic seemed to have said something, but he didn't seem to say anything.

"Where is the limit of manpower?" Chen Ci asked.

He couldn't help thinking, if the old lunatic could really control the sword three thousand three, wouldn't he be invincible innately, who would dare to compete with him?
The old lunatic sneered: "No matter how powerful manpower is, it is always limited."

The statement disagrees.

Seeing this, the old lunatic pondered for a while, and then told an allusion.

Let's say Qiming is 19 years old.Emperor Qiming, the father of Emperor Taian.

In that year, the barbarians in the great desert outside the Western Regions, advocating the "Sect of the Sun God", were incited by a group of wizards to unite people's hearts with their teachings, and there was a tendency to unify the people in the wilderness.In the Great Wilderness, on the hot and vast desert, among countless oases, many small tribes and ethnic groups were born. It is called "72 tribes", which is enough to show how complicated the land is.In that year, the Sun God Sect unified the peoples of the wilderness, formed a coalition army, and invaded the Western Regions, and Dunhuang was in a hurry.

In July of the same year, Dongfangqiu, king of the Western Regions, wrote a request for help and sent it to Luoyang, the eastern capital, on the desk of His Majesty the Emperor.

Long Yan was furious.

Immediately dispatch troops and generals to mobilize the princes from all walks of life in the north to form an allied army to support the Western Regions and resist the invasion of foreign enemies.

The war that lasted for several months caused losses on both sides. However, the wild people grew up in a harsh environment all year round, and the nomadic people were brave. In a short period of time, the two sides fought hard and lost 10,000+ troops.

At this time, Emperor Qiming secretly ordered the Sword God to go to the Western Regions.

In front of the Yumen Pass, the Sword God defeated three thousand armored enemies with one sword, and ordered the allied forces to pursue the victory. Those brave barbarians, in the eyes of the Sword God, were like chickens and dogs, and their offensive was disintegrated in an instant, vulnerable to a single blow.

Since then, the sword god has become the next generation of legends in the world.

He is known as the strongest person in the world.

End a war on your own.

According to incomplete statistics, in that battle, the number of enemies who died in the hands of the Sword God was over ten thousand.

Afterwards, the sword god disappeared from the rivers and lakes, as if he had evaporated from the world, but everyone knew that he was studying the way of swords and guarding the dragon veins of Great Liang in the deep underground of the imperial palace.

After listening to the statement, he was amazed: "Turn the situation of the war by yourself, old man, are you bragging? Is there anyone who can kill three thousand soldiers with one sword?"

The old lunatic smiled, and when he mentioned the name of the sword god, his eyes were very cold, as if he was speaking coldly about his enemy.

"Perhaps, that is the limit that manpower can achieve."

One person, one sword, three thousand soldiers and horses fell.

What kind of carefree is that?

What kind of arrogance is that?
The statement is fascinated.

"Old man, who is the sword god? You can't just make up random unofficial history, can you?"

"His name is Jiang Yi, the most outstanding disciple of Jiandao, he should be 90 years old this year." The old lunatic said solemnly.

"Tsk, so old? Qiming was 19 years old. Counting it, the sword gods at that time were all [-]-year-olds. How could they be so vigorous?" Yu, it's like doing a trivial thing, the old lunatic's age... well, very old, although I don't know the specifics, but definitely more than sixty.

Jiang Yi.

Sword God, Jiang Yi.

Chen Ci chewed the name lightly.

The strongest in the world.

"Senior, I have a heartless request..." Chen Ci laughed.

"There is something to say, there is fart."

"Can you accept me as a disciple?"

The old lunatic was silent for a while, and suddenly the corner of his mouth raised: "Boy, can you endure hardship?"

"Of course I can."

"Why practice martial arts?"

The statement was without hesitation: "The sword god is old, and you are also old. Whether you bring this shocking martial arts with you, whether you bring it with you when you die, or leave it in the coffin to mold? Why don't you pass it on to me and let me carry it forward? I am still young. Maybe I will be the strongest in the world in the future."

The old lunatic sneered: "Heh, who dares to say, the strongest?"

I'm at a loss for words.

The old lunatic weighed the gourd, hiccupped, his eyes were blurred, and his thoughts seemed to return to the long past.

decades ago.

At that time, the old lunatic was still young and conceited. He and his senior brother stepped into the Gobi Desert for the first time.

It was incredibly young back then.

Even the long sword in his hand is the sound of youthful passion.

At that time, he had only one thought in his mind, to use what he had learned to make contributions, to challenge the strongest person in the world. He and his senior brothers traveled westward and killed an unknown number of people. Tired, tired, he suddenly woke up.When he woke up at night and saw the dried blood on his hands, he realized, is this really the life I want?
He parted ways with his brother.

The brother left Yumen Pass, went deep into the desert, left the Great Wall, and went to the grassland. He has been killing all the time, using killing to comprehend the way of swordsmanship.

He is different. He has traveled all over the world and made his home all over the world.

Until one day, he heard that Jiandao had been wiped out, and the assailant was his senior brother. His senior brother personally killed Jiandao's teacher, his master, Mr. Tianjingsha.

His senior brother slaughtered the whole family of Jiandao, and when he left, he wrote a sentence with the blood of his fellow seniors in disdain, "Hmph, what kind of sword master, just for fame."

He looked for the traces of his senior brother like crazy, and wanted to avenge his master and his fellow apprentices. He didn't understand why his senior brother would become like this, so cruel, that he didn't hesitate to kill his mentor in just ten years or so?

Later, he finally found the trace of his senior brother.

At that time, the brother, who had mastered swordsmanship, became the guest of honor of the royal family in the capital, and was known as the "Sword God".

Depressed, he broke into the capital many times, intending to fight his senior brother on the top of the Forbidden City.

Several challenges.

All failed miserably.

In the following decades, he traveled all over the world, searched for Wuhu, and beheaded countless corrupt officials, just to polish his swordsmanship and want to sublimate to the extreme. After decades of precipitation, he walked more and more on this road. far away, but the senior brother always only left him a back view.

Woohoo.

In this life, revenge is hopeless.

(End of this chapter)