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Chapter 283 The fifteenth sword!

Even before dusk came, the setting sun was already very red, as red as if it was already burning.

On the small lake outside the woods, a small boat was approaching the isolated island in the center of the lake. Soon a man in white jumped out of the small boat.

Murong Qiudi watched the figure in white gradually walk into the woods in the distance, with a complex look in her water-cut autumn eyes.

Not far from her, there was also a small boat leaning on the shore, with two people on it.

Murong Qiudi knew these two people very well.

One is an elder of the Xie family, a shopkeeper by Cuishui Lake, and the other is wearing a raincoat on his head. His specific appearance cannot be seen clearly, but his figure will never be mistaken by Murong Qiudi for the rest of his life.

"I never thought that the arrogant Third Young Master would come here specially today!"

As her delicate sigh sounded, there was a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"This battle will be famous for generations to come. No one wants to miss it, including me!"

Because in his eyes, the figure in front of him was obviously a year old, but he didn't look any older, but still young.

Yan Shisan raised his head and looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in the maple forest. A strange light flashed in his eyes.

Outside the woods, Tie Kaicheng had been waiting here for a long time. Looking at Murong Fu who had just met him, his heart could not calm down.

As long as this wish can be achieved, why does it matter if you fail? Why not die?
Moreover, the opponent in today's battle is actually stronger than Xie Xiaofeng, because he is the martial arts legend who became famous sixty years ago.

But as a swordsman, he also understands how difficult it is to find a respectable opponent!

Although he was still in his prime, his hair was as white as frost and he was extremely old. He had become an old man early on.

That was the change that came from studying the fifteenth sword, which made him spend too much energy, and also suffered the backlash of heaven and earth.

He was born for the sword all his life. In order to capture the fleeting inspiration of the sword, he sat on this island and waited quietly for seven years.

The end of the road is the end of the world, and the end of the end of the world is the sword.

Seven years ago, Yan Shisan was still high-spirited, but now he is very old, like a dying old man.

Seven years is not a short time for a master like him, but it is also not long enough to make him age like this.

Because he already knew the next result. As two famous swordsman masters in the world, their encounter would be like two tigers fighting, and in the end only one person would survive.

He didn't want to see this result at all.

Because he is too cold.

Because he is too quiet.

Even the sword in his hand is black. He has been associated with black all his life, and today's battle will end in black.

As early as seven years ago, Yan Shisan knew that he was far from Xie Xiaofeng's opponent with the thirteen life-threatening swords alone, so he had the fourteenth sword for this reason.

"You came!"

He is Yan Shisan.

Murong Fu stepped on the thick maple leaves under his feet and stopped right in front of Yan Shisan. He immediately looked at the white-haired Yan Shisan in front of him without any concealment, and couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart.

As early as sixty years ago in the world of martial arts, the saying "repay others with their own way" was already famous throughout the world. At that time, there were many masters in the martial arts world, including the famous knights Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou, and two peerless swordsmen, Ximen Chuixue. and Ximen Chuixue, but even together they couldn't suppress this man.

In the past, he had competed with Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, the two great swordsmen in the martial arts world. The famous knight Lu Xiaofeng was famous all over the world, but he was the only one defeated by him.

Anyone would mistakenly think that he is over seventy years old. In fact, Yan Shisan is only ten years older than Xie Xiaofeng, and there is only one reason why he has become so old.

"I am coming!"

Murong Fu said: "Please!"

I saw a person standing under the rustling wooden leaves, as if he had become one with the autumn colors of the earth.

The black color on his body symbolizes sadness, ominousness, and death. Black also symbolizes loneliness, pride, and nobility.

Such a master is more rare than Xie Xiaofeng!

Before Murong Fu even reached the woods, he felt an overwhelming murderous aura blowing out of the maple forest like a gust of cold wind.

"it is good!"

At this moment, there is no point in saying anything more.

Yan Shisan's hand had already grasped the black scabbard.

However, facing Murong Qiudi's ridicule, Xie Xiaofeng behaved very calmly. Under the bamboo hat, he kept looking straight at the woods in the distance.

It's just because he is doing something that is impossible in heaven and earth, and he is struggling to pursue the inspiration of that sword!

"please!"

The sunset is as red as blood, the maple forest is as red as blood, and the world is already filled with murderous intent.

The sword in his hand has brought uncertainty and death to countless people, but in today's battle, can the sword in his hand bring him the final victory?
Yan Shisan didn't care about this result.

But he has no regrets.

He, dressed in black, and Murong Fu, dressed in white, were like two completely different sides of the world, as if they were born to be in opposition.

Just because his biggest wish in life is to fight to the death with the unparalleled Xie Xiaofeng.

Therefore, he was always troubled...

Now that Xie Xiaofeng has been defeated, his opponent has been replaced by a martial arts legend from sixty years ago. As someone who has heard the opponent's legend in the martial arts since childhood, Yan Shisan naturally understands how terrifying the opponent is.

The long sword inlaid with thirteen pearls in Yan Shisan's hand was also unsheathed, as if it was drawing a line under the sunset.

At this moment, Yan Shisan seemed to have lost the shackles of his body and became able to flow freely in the air like wind.

This is because he has entered a state of selflessness, and his spirit has transcended everything and controls everything.

Only the best swordsmen in the world, such as Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan, can enter this mysterious realm at the moment of drawing their swords.

The sword light flowed, and the maple leaves shattered, falling like a rain of blood.

An ominous aura began to fill the air, as if it had brought complete death to this maple forest.

"Very good, your sword has qualified you to challenge Ximen Chuixue and Baiyun City Lord!"

Seeing the grace of Yan Shisan's sword, Murong Fu couldn't help but praise it.

With his current martial arts, Yan Shisan would not be able to sustain the moment of using the fifteenth sword!
Just like the most popular battle in martial arts legends, the battle between Li Tanhua and Shangguan Jinhong in the past, everyone knew that Xiao Li Feidao was no match for Shangguan Jinhong.

Including Li Xunhuan and Shangguan Jinhong, but Shangguan Jinhong wanted to try his own way to break Li Wuxifa's flying knife, so he died.

And today, when Murong Fu was fighting Yan Shisan, if he wanted to, Yan Shisan would not be able to wait for the opportunity to use the fifteenth sword.

But Murong Fu was convinced that he was different from Shangguan Jinhong because he could be sure that he would not die.

……

Murong Fu's thoughts flew by. The sword in Yan Shisan's hand had already used the fourteenth sword change, but his sword power had clearly reached its end.

The sword that had reached its end suddenly started to vibrate strangely.

The fallen leaves flying all over the sky suddenly scattered, and those that were moving suddenly stopped.

Absolute stillness.

At this moment, Murong Fu's hairs were already standing on end, and his human instinct was reminding him that this move was very dangerous, so he should stay away from it! But how could Murong Fu flee without fighting? Moreover, even if he wanted to escape now, it was already too late.

How long does a moment last?
With a snap of the finger, it was already sixty seconds.

The strange thing is that in the last moment before death, people can think of many things that they usually can't think of all day and night.

But in an instant, Murong Fu did not draw his sword, but instead just closed his palms suddenly, and soon there seemed to be an invisible high wall in front of him, blocking the two of them.

But how can a mere wall block this flower that will eventually bloom?
Murong Fu naturally understood this truth.

So at the next moment, his eyes were full of light. His clothes bulged, and at the same time he flicked his fingers, "BoBoBoBo" countless sword energy popped out from his ten fingers. Tie Kaicheng in the distance couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw this scene. eyes.

Earlier, he could not have imagined the scene of the two of them fighting, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he could not believe that there was such a swordsmanship and such a sharp sword energy in the world!

But no matter how powerful Murong Fu's sword energy was with his ten fingers, the sword in Yan Shisan's hand was never affected. It seemed to be death itself, a symbol of destruction and ominousness.

Soon, the sword seemed to cross the space and appeared strangely in front of Murong Fu. Murong Fu's person seemed to be frozen, but there was no fear in his eyes.

Soon the sword representing death began to bloom directly in front of Murong Fu's eyes like a gorgeous flower.

As a gust of breeze blew by, the birds and beasts in the maple leaf forest seemed to resume their movements. However, just as the birds and beasts started running wildly, the maple leaves in the forest suddenly fell.

Blood-red maple leaves soon covered the ground.

Tie Kaicheng stood quietly in a pile of maple leaves that was half a man tall. However, there were no maple leaves left around Murong Fu and Yan Shisan, who were dozens of feet away. There was only bare ground between them.

Both the tall and towering maple trees and the lively and chirping birds in the past have been immersed in deathly silence.

The solid maple tree has long since collapsed, and the flying birds have lost their vitality. The only people who are still alive are Murong Fu and Yan Shisan.

Murong Fu, who was dressed in white, turned pale, as if he were a piece of paper, but he was still alive.

With a "click", the sword in Yan Shisan's hand that had accompanied him throughout the world for many years suddenly turned into powder.

But Yan Shisan's face was still expressionless. The moment he drew his sword, he looked as if he was more than ten years older, but even so, he was not moved.

Until his eyes fell on Murong Fu, there was still a slight change in his eyes.

Just because under his gaze, Murong Fu was dressed in white and seemed spotless. There was only a slight trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and it seemed that his injury was not important.

But his hands...

Under Yan Shisan's gaze, Murong's originally fair right hand under the Fuxiu robe became dry and hollow, as if the flesh and blood on his arm had been drained out in an instant.

Murong Fu's right arm had no muscles at all, leaving only the bones protruding out, especially the two fingers that stretched out from the air to try to clamp his sword, which were now standing like dry bones.

Even he was a little moved when he looked at such a scene.

"What a fifteenth sword!"

After a long time, Murong Fu finally spoke.

"This sword is indeed not a swordsmanship that should be used in the world. It's a good thing that you couldn't really surrender it, otherwise even I would be dead in this battle!"

Murong Fu lowered his head, looked at his left arm that had turned into a withered bone, and couldn't help but feel something in his heart.

If it weren't for his powerful skills, far beyond the comparison of any warrior in the world, Yan Shisan, the swordsman's death sword intent, would be enough to turn him into withered bones in an instant.

Even though he was lucky enough not to die at the moment, the remaining sword intent of death was still in his body like a gangrene attached to his bones and was hard to get rid of, constantly competing for the vitality in his body.

But fortunately, he has a deep foundation and his extremely powerful essence can still withstand the invasion of the death sword intent.

However, this is not a long-term solution. After all, even Murong Fu must get rid of the invasion of the death sword intent of his daughter as soon as possible.

Of course, Murong Fu is not without solutions. He has the confidence to face Yan Shisan's fifteenth sword this time precisely because it comes from his own background.

Over the past few years, he has mastered the energy-absorbing technique of the Beiming Divine Art and the technique of the Heavenly Juedi Earth-Destroying Great Soul-Searching Hand that can steal the vitality and essence of others.

In addition, he made a deal with the little old man Wu Ming and obtained Gong Jiu's miraculous healing method. As long as Murong Fu did not die on the spot, no matter how serious the injury was, he would be able to heal in the future.

Moreover, he did not gain anything from today's battle.

After all, when he expelled the death sword intent that invaded his body, he could also understand the true charm of the sword intent. His foundation was enough to help him master this fifteenth sword that was beyond the world earlier.

Murong Fu said: "You have used this sword to exhaust your mind. This bottle of elixir is enough to help you extend your life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bottle of pill appeared in Yan Shisan's palm.

This elixir is called "Spirit Snake Precious Blood Pill" and was prepared by Doctor Xue himself. Later, it was successively modified by senior brother Su Xinghe and master Wu Yazi, making it even more effective.

Taking this elixir can not only increase your physical strength, but also help people live longer.

Because after subsequent collection by the Fuwei Escort Agency and Xiaoyao Sect disciples, countless rare medicinal materials were added to it, and there were even more elixirs containing many heavenly materials and earthly treasures, so the efficacy of the medicine was naturally better than before.

Even for a person who is nearing the end of his life, taking one pill is enough to extend his life for a year. It is said that there are at least a dozen pills in this bottle, which can help him extend his life for ten years.

The moment Yan Shisan took the elixir, his nose seemed to smell something, his face immediately became solemn, and he solemnly said: "Thank you!"

Not only is he the most famous swordsman in the world, but his vision is very broad, and there are very few people in the world who can match it, so he can tell at a glance that this bottle of elixir is extraordinary.

Originally, he still had a trace of fear in his heart regarding the appearance of this fifteenth sword.

To him, the Thirteen Deadly Swords were like a poisonous snake he raised with his own hands. Although it could kill people, he could control it.

But now this poisonous snake has turned into a green dragon and has its own magical changes, which are beyond Yan Shisan's control.

It is precisely because he cannot control that he is afraid.

But after seeing someone in this world take the sword head-on, the fear in his heart dissipated.

Now that Murong Fu personally gave him the elixir, Yan Shisan, who had dispelled the fear in his heart, naturally would not refuse.

Just as Murong Fu said just now, if he could surrender with this sword, the result today is still unknown!
……

Outside the maple leaf forest, on the boat by the lake, Xie Xiaofeng's face turned pale under his bamboo hat.

The astonishing energy of that sword just now had already filled him with fear. This fear was due to the pure "death" sword intention.

Because he has discovered that even though he can break Yan Shisan's fourteenth sword, the power of the fifteenth sword means that he will never be able to break this sword at the moment.

He couldn't even think of a clue to cracking it.

"Let's go!"

Xie Xiaofeng suddenly lowered the bamboo hat on his head and spoke slowly.

His tone was full of sadness. In the maple leaves several miles away, Murong Fu's Qi still existed, which naturally showed that he was the victor.

And just as he said earlier, he is indeed the only one in the world who can take over the transformation of Yan Shisan's sword.

Xie Xiaofeng's quiet departure did not attract Murong Qiudi's eyes.

On the contrary, Murong Qiudi was standing quietly on the bow of the boat, looking at the maple leaf forest that had become bare in the distance, with a faint hint of fear in his water-cut autumn eyes.

She had indeed secretly prepared a lot of tricks for this battle, but when she witnessed this shocking battle, she realized how ridiculous her so-called back tricks were.

Facing that sword that can make one's soul tremble, anyone will feel despair.

The numbers and conspiracy are not worth mentioning at all under this crushing power!
At this moment, Murong Qiudi finally understood what Murong Fu had said about her not long ago.

There is indeed a gap between her and those people. As for him, she is probably a world of difference.

And this gap can no longer be made up by relying on means!
She was completely heartbroken.

(End of this chapter)