I, Ding Xiu, am the number one killer of Gu Long Martial Arts!

Chapter 257 Come to ask for a sword!

Shenshui Palace, Shenshui Palace.

It is a taboo place in the martial arts world that ordinary people dare not set foot in. If Ding Xiu wants to go there, he must first solve a problem, that is, he must first find the location of Shenshui Palace.

The existence of the Shenshui Palace is a secret in itself, and it is also a test question. Fortunately, this question is not difficult for Ding Xiu, because he has already obtained the Shenshui Palace from Wuhua's mouth. After all, if he didn’t even know where the Shenshui Palace was, how could Wuhua steal the Tianyi Shenshui?

Therefore, as early as after subduing Wuhua, Ding Xiu used telepathy to obtain many secrets he wanted to know. At the same time, he also knew that the key to Shi Guanyin's control over his subordinates was poison!

Under the strong poison, both her disciples and the subordinates she gathered had to sacrifice their lives for her. But now that Shi Guanyin is dead, she died in her own hands. It can be expected that in order to survive, someone will soon come to find her. , but who is Ding Xiu? Does he care about this?

In order to find Su Rongrong as soon as possible, the day after Chu Liuxiang left, he also left Hanqiu Villa and Jinan City. Boma drove a white horse fragrant carriage and carried him and Ren Ruyi on the journey. The journey to Shenshui Palace is destined to be an uneventful journey.

Feifeng stayed because she was poisoned when she fought with Liu Wumei and others. Although she has been cured, she still needs some time to cultivate. Moreover, Yun Yi wants to teach her better internal skills and mental methods. So he stayed in Hanqiu Villa.

By following Ding Xiu, Ren Ruyi naturally got more opportunities. Not to mention the elixirs such as the Golden Pill for Strengthening the Body, which were used to assist in practice, but also the Yihua Jieyu, Cloud-turning Palm, and Heavenly Star Palm passed down by Ding Xiu. They are all the best martial arts in the world.

In just a short period of time, Ren Ruyi made another breakthrough in his martial arts cultivation. Ming Yu Gong entered the fourth level. In terms of pure internal strength cultivation, he was almost comparable to the first-class masters in the world.

In comparison, although Boma has improved a lot, he is not very impressive in front of Ren Ruyi.

As for Ding Xiu, he is now focused on the unique trick of turning one qi into nine hundred. Although he has the inheritance and blessing of the Mysterious Feather, with his current cultivation level, he wants to fully master this trick. , it still takes some time.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped suddenly, and the four white horses neighed together.

In front of the road, a hand appeared. This hand was white, slender, smooth, as hard as rock, but polished without any wrinkles.

To be honest, this does not look like the hand of an old man, let alone a murderous hand, but this is the hand of an old man who has killed countless people.

It is the hand that kills, and it is also the sword in the hand.

This is a precious sword, and it is also a famous sword. Although when the sword is not out of the scabbard, no one can tell that it is a precious sword, because the appearance of the sword is too plain and unpretentious, and the leather material used in the scabbard is very common. Yes, the sword is not out of its sheath, no one will take a second look at this sword, but this is indeed a sword that has killed countless people, and it is also a famous sword.

The sword is always famous because the person is famous, not because the person is famous for the sword.

Many people believe that only in his hand can this sword drink countless blood until it becomes a famous sword that shocks the world. If it is in the hands of others, it can only be regarded as a sharp sword at best, not a famous sword. sword.

It is the hands and the sword that kills people, but it is actually people.

Many people believe that as long as he makes up his mind to kill, that person must die. Fortunately, he has not drawn a sword to kill for more than ten years, so the world has always been peaceful. But unfortunately, after more than ten years, , he was almost seventy years old, and he was once again ready to draw his sword and kill someone.

Near the town, on the broad official road, such a hand, such a sword, such a person stopped the luxurious carriage that could only be pulled by four white horses, and the foehn wind seemed to ignite a beacon.

In the carriage, Ding Xiu suddenly opened his eyes, because at this moment, he felt a strong murderous intent. Only people who want to kill people can have such strong murderous intent. Only masters who kill without calculation can have such strong murderous intent. Strong murderous intent.

"Son."

At this moment, Boma's cautious voice came from outside the carriage: "There is someone in front of us, blocking our way in the middle of the official road."

"I know."

At the same time as Ding Xiu responded, the door of the carriage was opened. Ren Ruyi lifted the curtain that blocked his view, and what came into view was a person standing in the middle of the official road.

It was an old man. The old man was very well-dressed, his hair was neatly tied, and he wore a high bronze crown. His every move exuded an indescribable extraordinary aura.

At this moment, he was slowly walking towards the white horse incense carriage. Ding Xiu also stood up and stepped out of the carriage to meet the old man.

Ding Xiu did not recognize this old man, but with the perception of the Wuxiang Qi Control Technique, he clearly knew that this old man came for him. To be precise, he came to deal with him, or even to kill him. .

Under such circumstances, it no longer mattered who the old man was. He only needed to know that the old man who came to kill him was a great swordsman, and that was enough.

Just after Ding Xiu got off the carriage, the old man also stopped. The two stood facing each other several feet apart. Ding Xiu looked at the old man, and the old man looked at Ding Xiu. A sharp light burst out from his deep eyes, and then , he said slowly: "Are you Ding Xiu?" "Yes."

Without the slightest hesitation, and without any cover-up, Ding Xiu responded calmly: "I don't want to change my name, I am Ding Xiu, and the old man is here for me."

"Yes."

Without the slightest hesitation or any cover-up, the old man said very calmly: "I am here to kill you."

The expression on Ding Xiu's face did not change, because since he had no fear at all, he naturally did not need to change his expression for this, but there was inevitably a trace of curiosity in his heart: "Why did the old man come to kill me?"

The old man replied without hesitation: "Because you are Ding Xiu!"

"what!"

Hearing this, Ding Xiu couldn't help but clasp his hands and let out a loud laugh: "Well said, killing people, this is enough reason."

"good."

The old man responded: "This alone is enough for me to kill you."

Ding Xiu asked, "Before you kill me, I want to know how your strength compares to Shi Guanyin?"

"do not know."

The old man answered without hesitation: "Although I have faced countless opponents in my life, and although my sword has killed countless enemies, I have never seen Shi Guanyin, nor have I ever interacted with her. We have fought before, so I don’t know if I can beat her.”

"Pity."

When Ding Xiu heard this, he couldn't help but sigh softly: "A very pertinent answer, but it is precisely because of this that your shortcomings are exposed, because you do not have the confidence to defeat Shi Guanyin."

"So what?"

The old man said solemnly: "I don't need to defeat her, as long as I can kill you, that's enough."

Ding Xiu nodded and said: "Indeed, no matter who you kill, just one sword is enough."

The old man said: "In that case, draw your sword!"

"Yes."

The moment Ding Xiu finished speaking, a nightingale flew out of the carriage, whirled a few times in the air, and landed next to him with a clang. The six-foot blade trembled slightly, and boundless killing spread out, filling the surrounding world.

"Is this your sword?"

As if he was questioning his opponent, but also as if he was questioning himself, where the old man looked, a sharp sword intent flew straight through the air like a magic weapon that had been dusted for a long time was unsheathed.

"Qiang!"

There was a sharp sound, like gold and iron clashing. Ding Xiu turned slightly sideways, sweeping up the wind and clouds in the sky. A wave of dust rose into the sky, blocking the incoming sword intent. At the same time, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, outlining a hint of interest. Smile: "Come, let me see how much the old man can do with his sword, how dare he come here to kill me!"

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