The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 131: Divine Sword
When Fang Xun heard this, his heart skipped a beat and he immediately understood. Wasn't this Heishuiyuan looking for him?

At this time, Xue Qianrou asked curiously: "I remember that three months ago, you happened to be near the scene of the incident. Did you see the battle with your own eyes?"

She did not suspect that it was Fang Xun who killed the Seven Killers, because Fang Xun had not yet been promoted to the innate realm at that time.

It was already a fantasy that a martial artist with open meridians could kill a martial artist at the highest level of opening the acupoints, let alone a martial artist at the postnatal level.

She was just curious whether Fang Xun, who was nearby at the time, knew more.

Fang Xun said with a bitter look on his face: "Miss Xue thinks too highly of me. It's true that I was nearby at the time, but with a fight of this level, I ran as far as I could after I noticed the noise. I didn't even have time to run, so how could I dare to watch the fight?"

He reported the same statement to the Six Gates as soon as he returned to the city. No one else doubted it, and didn't even dare to think about it.

The main reason was that they went to Leiyun Village, which had become a ruin, to investigate the scene. No one would have thought that this was caused by an acquired warrior.

Xue Qianrou didn't think much after hearing this, she just said with admiration: "It may be the only case in history that a person at Tongmai Realm could kill a person at Kaiqiao Extreme Realm."

Her tone unconsciously became dazed as she spoke. This matter was really too far-fetched, but she immediately composed herself and said.

"Although the scene was in a mess, the remaining aura was too strong, like a sword from hell, a sword meant only to bring death. This kind of sword and knife skills appeared suddenly, as if they had appeared out of thin air."

Fang Xun was thoughtful after hearing this: "But once it appears, there will definitely be traces. So Black Water Abyss began to test the sword and knife masters in the eight states of Jiangnan, and also targeted the younger generation?"

Xue Qianrou nodded in agreement and said, "That's right, a martial art, especially this kind of extreme sword and knife skills, can't be created behind closed doors, there must be a process.

But the strange thing is that Black Water Abyss has been secretly tracking for more than three months, but is still trying to find out. We and the Six Gates haven’t found any traces until yesterday, when the ghost-faced man made another move. "

The Ghost-Faced Man is the name given by the Six Gates. He was wearing the bronze ghost mask of the Seven Killers. After being silent for three months, he finally took action yesterday and killed Mo Tianming and Duan Hai with one move.

Fang Xun had no awareness of the person involved at all, and nodded in agreement solemnly. Xue Qianrou was right, as long as it existed, it would leave traces.

Martial arts moves are different from internal strength. The development of internal strength can be explored and developed by a person over a period of time. Even if there is some achievement, as long as it is not spoken about, it will not leave any trace to the outside world.

But the martial arts moves are different, especially the "Three Knives of Avici Road" and "Four Swords of Killing", which have distinctive styles and are unforgettable once you have seen them.

This kind of superior martial arts must have a long process of creation. One can always see some shadows of other sword and knife techniques in it. It is impossible to be created in isolation.

It’s just that Fang Xun’s kung fu came from the Martial Arts Hall, and he achieved success after obtaining it. There is really no pioneering process in this world, which makes those who want to track him completely confused.

Heishuiyuan Sanyuetang can only conduct a dragnet search like looking for a needle in a haystack, trying desperately to find some clues.

At this time, Fang Xun also understood why Yu Jiaolong suspected Shanglijiange.

“I originally thought that the Sword Sharpening Pavilion had only invited some martial arts masters or elites of the younger generation to come to the mountains to duel with swords to determine who would be the master of the divine sword.

But during the day, a large number of swordsmen from Jiangzhou were seen flocking here, regardless of their strength. Normally, this kind of thing shouldn't be so high-profile, but now it's known to everyone in Jiangnan. It seems that they are also trying to lure the Ghost-Faced Man up the mountain."

Xue Qianrou smiled and said: "No matter how powerful the ghost-faced man is, he is still just a human being. As long as he is a human being, he has seven emotions and six desires, even if he is a master of swordsmanship.

Now a magic sword is about to be born, and everyone has the opportunity to obtain it. It is impossible for someone with such extraordinary swordsmanship like him not to be interested. Look, he showed up in Tiefeng Town yesterday, and he may have already made his way up the mountain now."

Fang Xun felt both amused and confused, this was exactly him, he had just unearthed a sword called 'Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building at Night' in the martial arts hall not long ago, he just took things as they came and did not necessarily pursue the sword.

But I also understood what Yu Jiaolong meant.

"But based on this alone, Commander Yu is only suspicious. As for whether the Sword Sharpening Pavilion is actually related to the Black Water Abyss, we still have to wait and see. So he just asked me to keep an eye out for any anomalies in secret and not to investigate in a big way, so as not to alert the enemy."

Xue Qianrou nodded and said, "It's good that you understand. There's no need to force it. Just let it go. Okay, sister, I'm only here to deliver a letter. Now that the letter has been delivered, I won't stay any longer."

"Go away, Miss Snow."

After saying the last two sentences, Xue Qianrou jumped onto the roof and disappeared into the moonlight in a few seconds, without leaving a cloud behind.

After she left, they heard the wing room open with a creaking sound, and Yan Ming and Dongfang Que came into the yard.

"Brother Xun, are you going to continue to do it later?"

Dongfang Que asked with a serious expression. He had stepped on it well during the day, and Fang Xun was ready to take action against Qu Qingliu tonight.

Facing the other party's question, Fang Xun just smiled and said, "Of course we have to take action, but it will only be tonight. Now that we know about Sanyuetang's actions, we need to catch a tongue first and ask them how their investigation is going."

Xue Qianrou left, and the "Yin Yang Four-Shape Hand" was also successfully completed. It was just a good time for her to fight with Bai Xiaolou to complete the "Ruyi Tianmo Chain Eight Styles" before attacking Qu Qingliu!

Dongfang Que and Yan Ming nodded upon hearing this and said nothing more.

The three of them turned around and went back to their respective rooms. Fang Xun immediately sat down cross-legged, his mind immersed in the martial arts hall.

After a dizzying moment, Fang Xun arrived at the familiar arena and saw an old man standing opposite him.

The old man had white hair and beard, a hunched body, and wrinkles all over his face. He looked nothing special, just like an ordinary old man who was about to die.

But the curved knife at his waist makes him extraordinary.

Bai Xiaolou stood with his hands behind his back, and saw a sword exactly the same as the one on his waist, 'Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building One Night', appear out of thin air in Fang Xun's hand.

Immediately his eyebrows raised, his back straightened making his figure look majestic, his pair of thick eyebrows twisted like two white dragons, his pair of ink-black eyes burst into a dazzling brilliance, and he immediately smiled.

"You have also practiced with this sword, but I don't know which one is stronger than mine."

Although there was a hint of smile on his face, there was a hint of sharpness between Bai Xiaolou's brows, as if he thought that what Fang Xun had in his hand was a fake.

Fang Xun also laughed: "You're right. It's a bit rude to use your knife in front of you."

As he spoke, the 'Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building All Night' in his hand turned into a Prison Moon Blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

"How about this? Please don't let me down!" "Haha, I definitely won't let you down."

Bai Xiaolou's voice also became low, and his hand had already pressed on the hilt of the knife without him knowing when, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

With a clanging sound, Qingqing's scimitar was unsheathed. At this moment, the overwhelming murderous intent and fighting spirit were no longer suppressed, and burst out like a flood.

The surging waves emanated from Bai Xiaolou and spread out in all directions, causing Fang Xun to look sideways.

"In terms of skill, you are slightly inferior to Zhu Wusi, but in terms of strength, your sword can threaten his life!"

In the ancient martial arts world, the foundation of the Demon Cult accumulated over countless years is extremely solid. Not to mention that the inheritance ceremony of the leader can be carried out smoothly from generation to generation.

Even if we count only two generations, that’s more than two decades of skills, not to mention that Bai Xiaolou had passed it down without interruption for five hundred years!

During the past five hundred years, the power of all the demon cult leaders was concentrated in Bai Xiaolou alone. Even if Zhu Wusi, who had mastered the "Vajra Indestructible Divine Art", could defeat him, it would take a tough battle and he would not be able to crush him.

His strength has reached the level of Jiangzhou martial arts masters like Qu Qingliu, but if a real fight breaks out, the one who will die will definitely be Qu Qingliu, who has been pampered for many years and whose edge has long since faded.

At this moment, Bai Xiaolou was no longer ordinary, and his whole body was filled with a fascinating magic.

Suddenly, a light flashed in Fang Xun's eyes, and the curved knife with green light hung like a crescent moon. After suddenly lighting up, it slashed towards Fang Xun with a murderous aura.

If Bai Xiaolou were put into the modern world, with just one strike of his sword, he would be able to overwhelm 99% of the swordsmen in Jiangzhou and make them unable to raise their heads!
In an instant, all the pores on Fang Xun's body shrank involuntarily, and before the knife reached his body, he felt a sharp pain in his brow.

As the sharp edge approached, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

"Good! This is the scimitar I want."

Fang Xun's foot slipped, his wrist shook slightly, and the Prison Moon Blade was gently raised upwards, creating a bright edge that collided with the knife light.

clang--

A muffled sound exploded out of nowhere. After Fang Xun retreated, his body was covered with a protective gas shield, but a few strands of hair still fell gently in front of his forehead.

Bai Xiaolou's knife pierced through his protective air shield, causing him to lose several strands of hair.

As soon as the first knife fell, another one came. Bai Xiaolou knew that his strength was not as good as Fang Xun's, so he had to take the initiative to attack, not wanting to give the other party time to breathe.

Ruyi Tianmo, he swung out eight consecutive moves one after another, with moves within moves, changing in a thousand ways, all in a row as he wished.

But the most terrifying thing is not this move. If it were just the move, it would not be difficult to crack. What is really terrifying is Bai Xiaolou's momentum and intention, as well as the incomparable magic of "Listening to the Spring Rain in the Small Building All Night".

Just like ordinary flying knife techniques, it is very ordinary in the hands of ordinary people, but in the hands of Li Xunhuan it can kill people.

The same is true for Bai Xiaolou, he is not comparable to Liu Ruosong, the sword slave. Once the magic sword is wielded, the aura of his whole body is integrated with 'Listening to the Spring Rain in Xiaolou One Night', and there is no distinction between man and sword.

People are the sword, and the sword is the person.

"Haha! So happy!"

But Fang Xun was even stronger, the smile on his face became more and more intense, and the Hell Moon Blade in his hand was also shining brightly.

He steadily took every blow from Bai Xiaolou. Fang Xun no longer suppressed his own strength, and released all the tremendous power in his body.

When "The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" was activated, Fang Xun saw waves of energy rising up around him, and the invisible force field was tearing apart everything within a three-meter radius.

Bai Xiaolou suddenly felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire. His eyes sharpened and he realized that the situation did not allow him to hold back any longer. After making up his mind, he no longer hesitated.

"kill!"

But then he let out a long whistle, and the already extremely bright sword light became even brighter, like a meteor across the sky, suddenly tearing apart the invisible force field, and rushing towards Fang Xun with the force to kill everything.

With this strike, all rivers flowed back into their current. Bai Xiaolou finally unleashed that earth-shattering divine sword strike!
Fang Xun's smile became even brighter after seeing this. The bright silver blade of the Hell Moon Sword in his hand suddenly turned pure black, and the smell of sulfur and blood rose up, as if hell was coming.

choke--

Three pitch-black sword beams burst out and then merged into one to form a black moon.

This strike directly combined the "Three Swords of Avici Path" and the Divine Sword Slash into one.

The black moon collided with the blue moon, and the two seemed to have exchanged hundreds of moves in an instant.

laugh--

With a slight sound, the two figures passed each other.

A fine wound suddenly appeared between Fang Xun's eyebrows, and a drop of blood flowed out.

Behind him, Bai Xiaolou turned around with difficulty and saw a line of blood running from his forehead downwards, symmetrical on both sides, not a bit more or less, dividing his body into two equal halves.

His lips opened and closed as if to say something, but in the end there was silence.

puff-

After a muffled sound, Bai Xiaolou's body was split in half, blood spilled all over the ground, and the two even parts of the body slowly disappeared.

Fang Xun touched the bloody knife scar between his eyebrows. If it was a little deeper, it would have pierced his Niwan Palace, but the smile on his face was so happy.

"The divine sword slash, it's done!"

(End of this chapter)