The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 134: Immortal Falls to Demon and Demon Becomes God (4900-in- -word chapter)
Excalibur Villa, the third young master Xie Xiaofeng.

He became famous at a young age and was known as the Third Young Master of the Divine Sword. He was a natural genius, handsome, suave, proficient in both civil and military strategies, and his attainments in swordsmanship had reached the pinnacle.

But in his life, he had been defeated by two people.

One of them is Murong Qiudi, the owner of Qixingtang, one of the four major families in Wulin and Jiangnan. This woman is deeply in love with Xie Xiaofeng, but the deeper the love, the stronger the hatred.

Xie Xiaofeng failed countless times at the hands of this woman, but never as deeply as the second one.

Because he was only defeated by Murong Qiudi in conspiracy and intrigue, while the second person was defeated purely in martial arts, and that person was Yan Shisan.

The Thirteen Deadly Swords is the best killing sword in the martial arts world, and no one in the world can deny its power.

Yan Shisan even gave this sword technique a life of its own, and continued to evolve it into the fourteenth sword, as well as the Great Asura Sword, the deadly fifteenth sword, which was unlike any human sword technique, plundering all life and only bringing death and destruction!
Although Fang Xun had not met Yan Shisan, he believed that if there was anyone in the ancient martial arts world who knew the true essence of the Fifteenth Deadly Sword, it would probably be Xie Xiaofeng, who had experienced half of it personally, and now the other person was standing in front of him.

The first impression Xie Xiaofeng gave Fang Xun was that of a recluse who had washed away all worldly desires and was indifferent to fame and fortune.

Although he is old, upon closer inspection, one can see that this Sword God is not that old. Most of his hair is still black, with only a few silver strands, and his skin is still delicate and lustrous.

He is indeed very handsome, no wonder he had so many romantic affairs when he was young.

The other person just stood there quietly, as if he had merged into the surrounding space.

Because he is too quiet.

Fang Xun felt a kind of indifference and fatigue that had penetrated deep into his bones from this silence, but it was also wrapped in a kind of compelling murderous aura.

He is tired, perhaps because he has killed too many people, some even people who shouldn't have been killed.

He killed because he had no choice.

But at this time, a hint of doubt appeared on Xie Xiaofeng's face. He looked at his hands. After the battle with Yan Shisan, the thumb he had cut off reappeared in front of him.

"Don't be surprised. This is the ability of the martial arts hall. If we want to compete, we can't let you hold a sword with a pair of hands without thumbs, right?"

After hearing Fang Xun's voice, Xie Xiaofeng raised his head slightly and saw the young man opposite him. The "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building at Night" on his waist exuded unparalleled magic.

But his attention was not on the knife that he was extremely familiar with, but on the person.

Sometimes the evil nature of a knife is indeed much more terrifying than that of a person, but that does not include Fang Xun in front of him.

"I sense a terrifying demonic nature in you. Bai Xiaolou's demonic nature is completely incomparable to yours, but what puzzles me is that you can completely control the demonic nature in your heart."

Fang Xun just smiled faintly and said: "The heaven moves vigorously, and the gentleman strives to improve himself. All things in the world follow the will of heaven, but people fight for their lives with heaven. Taoism, Buddhism, or magic are all for transcendence.

And do you only see the devil in me?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiaofeng took another look and the demonic nature on the other party disappeared, replaced by a solemn and dignified appearance, like a high monk.

At the third glance, the other person gave people the impression of being a true practitioner of the Tao.

Fang Xun was also looking. He was looking at the sword on Xie Xiaofeng's waist.

The scabbard of this sword is black and looks old, as if it has been there for quite a while. The apricot-yellow tassel has long faded, but it is still very well preserved, and the quaint hilt is still shining.

This is not a weapon forged by a famous master, nor is it an ancient sword, but it is a famous sword unparalleled in the world, simply because it is the sword of the third young master Xie Xiaofeng.

Fang Xun looked at Xie Xiaofeng's sword and felt the aura of a heavenly sword on it, which was different from his murderous Great Asura Sword.

After looking at it for a long time, he sighed again: "What a pity, if you were born in this world, becoming a master of divine will would not be your end.

The will is there but the strength is not. I have reached the realm, but I am stuck in my weak body and cannot see the scenery at a higher level. It is such a pity. "

Looking back on his life, he first "obtained the sword", and when his sword skills were perfected, he cut off his thumb after a battle with Yan Shisan, and sealed himself in the sword furnace to "forget the sword".

By the time of the battle with Ding Peng, Xie Xiaofeng had picked up his sword again. The mountains were still mountains, the water was still water, the sword was still a sword, and the man was still a man.

If we only talk about the realm of swordsmanship, Jian Wuyi, who treats himself as a sword to be tempered, is probably slightly inferior to Xie Xiaofeng.

It's just that Xie Xiaofeng was hindered by the world's environment, and his skills were far inferior to Jian Wuyi. Even though his spiritual realm was higher, he was still no match for Jian Wuyi, and his strength was also not as good as Fang Xun's.

If the mind is strong but without power, it will be just a flower in the mirror or a moon in the water.

After a sigh, Fang Xun asked again: "Can you use the fifteenth fatal sword?"

The Thirteen Deadly Swords are just the branches and leaves of flowers. Although they are green and pleasing to the eye, they are only used to set off the brightness of the red flowers and cannot surpass the Third Young Master's sword.

The fourteenth sword is a flower bud. Although it looks gorgeous surrounded by green leaves, it is still a bud after all. It is just about to bloom and has not yet opened.

Only the fifteenth sword is the truly blooming flower. Facing it, there are no better words to describe it. Only one word is the most appropriate - death!

Xie Xiaofeng's eyes suddenly dimmed: "I would rather not. If you have a friend who raises a venomous snake, and one day the venomous snake suddenly evolves into a venomous dragon and devours your friend, after seeing this scene, will you continue to raise the venomous snake?"

Fang Xun nodded and said, "The essence of this sword has been deeply imprinted in your heart. You can't forget it even if you want to. Even though your realm has already surpassed Yan Shisan in the past, this fifteenth sword that is parasitic in your heart will also continue to evolve with your growth."

As he spoke, the Soul-Chasing Sword appeared in his hand.

Xie Xiaofeng frowned and said, "Do you really want to see that sword?"

"Yes, draw your sword."

Fang Xun flicked the sword lightly, and the Soul-Chasing Sword emitted a loud and soft hum, and terrifying sword intent soared into the sky.

As the sword light bloomed, Fang Xun thrust out with his sword, dividing yin and yang, and blending the black and white Tai Chi, it was the ancient Wudang Liangyi Divine Sword.

"What a great swordsmanship! I'm afraid that even the current Wudang leader would be ashamed after seeing this sword."

Xie Xiaofeng was slightly moved, and the Xie family heirloom sword in his hand fell into his hand automatically without wind, and he stabbed out in a flash.

Ding--

Amid the crisp sound of collision, Fang Xun finally saw the sword of the third young master!
Xie Xiaofeng's sword was not fast, nor was it sharp, but it was just right. A little more or a little less would have made people feel it was inappropriate.

It was this perfectly timed sword strike that tore apart the Yin-Yang Tai Chi.

"it is good!"

Fang Xun shouted "Great!", feeling delighted at the sight of prey. Not only did the light of the Soul-Chasing Sword in his right hand become brighter, but a second Soul-Chasing Sword also appeared in his left hand.

In an instant, both swords appeared at the same time. In Fang Xun's hands, it was as if two different people were attacking Xie Xiaofeng at the same time.

The sword in the left hand is like a flying dragon pressing down from the sky. The nine styles of Kunlun Flying Dragon are brilliant, masculine and domineering.

The sword in the right hand is light, elegant, ethereal and resonant, like a breeze blowing everywhere, full of murderous intent. It is exactly the 49th move of Taoist Gu of Bashan, who dances with the willow sword in the wind!

One is hard and the other is soft, which are clearly distinguished, and the yin and yang complement each other, drawing two perfect trajectories, and the sword light in the sky blocked Xie Xiaofeng from all directions.

Xie Xiaofeng's expression was indifferent, but he still thrust out the sword calmly.

This sword was still "just right", but it just happened to make the sword light in the sky disappear.

Fang Xun was defeated by three swords in a row, but he didn't look annoyed at all. Instead, a look of joy appeared on his brows.

"Okay! Take two more sword techniques from me!"

After a long roar, Fang Xun's aura surged, and the two soul-chasing swords in his hands once again burst into brilliant sword light.

Xie Xiaofeng immediately saw a contradictory scene.

The sword in the left hand is light and clear. The moves seem fast and slow, real and unreal, like an antelope hanging on a horn without leaving any trace, just like a sword immortal descending to the earth.

The sword in his right hand was filled with demonic energy, with moves within moves and endless variations. Fang Xun evolved 729 moves with one sword, and the sword light was extremely strange and bizarre.

One is an immortal and the other is a demon. The two sets of sword techniques should have been in fierce opposition and conflict, but now that Fang Xun's left and right hands were used together, there was not even a trace of conflict, but rather smooth and flawless.

It makes people feel as if they see countless bright flowers taking root in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, absorbing nutrients and growing healthily.

"The Demon Sect's Secret Sword - All-mighty, Nine Soul-Captivating Styles, Huashan Sect's Thirteen Pure Wind Styles?!"

For the first time, Xie Xiaofeng showed a moving expression on his face.
Not counting the peerless swordsmen like Yan Shisan, Ximen Chuixue, and Ye Gucheng who have distinct styles and are difficult for others to imitate and learn. The Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng can be regarded as the pinnacle of the righteous swordsmanship, and the Secret Sword of the Demon Cult is not inferior to the Demon Knife. Since this set of swordsmanship was created, it has evolved into 729 swords, and there are very few people in the world who can follow the first 100 swords.

But Xie Xiaofeng was worthy of being Xie Xiaofeng and did not disappoint Fang Xun.

He was born for the sword. Facing the combined attack of the immortal and demon swords, the sword in his hand remained as steady as a rock.

He steadily took on one sword after another. His sword was like a heavenly sword, overlooking all things in the world. Countless changes were included in the way of heaven.

Fang Xun saw that every time, Xie Xiaofeng seemed to be forced into a desperate situation and was about to fall, but every time, the sword in the opponent's hand would always find a glimmer of possibility from the impossibility and produce new changes.

It is just like a small boat in a storm at sea. It may seem extremely dangerous, but it will sail through the wind and waves all the way, and there will always be a day when the clouds will clear and the sun will appear.

The sword light in the field was getting faster and faster. In the white arena, it seemed that only the swords were left and no one was seen. Both sides followed the swords and soon they had exchanged hundreds of moves.

Suddenly, Fang Xun stood still with a sword in his hand. The sword light in the sky dissipated, and the joyful smile on his face seemed to have reached its limit.

"One thousand and eighty swords, and you took them all. That's amazing!"

On the other side, Xie Xiaofeng also breathed a sigh of relief. Sweat had already appeared on his forehead. After hearing what Fang Xun said, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"If it happens again, I don't know if I can take it completely. I didn't expect that these two sword techniques could be learned by the same person and used at the same time. It's like two peerless swordsmen, one good and one evil, besieging at the same time."

"The Third Young Master is too modest."

Fang Xun shook his head.

"If you can take it once, you can take it a second time, a third time, a fourth time.
I have already obtained the essence of your Heavenly Sword. Let me see the Fifteenth Deadly Sword. Even if Yan Shisan were to be resurrected and use this sword technique, he would still be far inferior to you!"

Xie Xiaofeng was immediately shocked. Although Fang Xun's tone was calm, he could hear the other party's confidence. He was confident that he could not only take the fifteenth sword, but also break it.

After the fifteenth deadly sword, the winner will be decided between the two of them!

After taking a deep breath, Xie Xiaofeng said slowly: "If someone else said this, I would just treat it as a joke, but if it were you, I believe you can completely control this ominous sword technique!"

"Please advise me!"

Fang Xun laughed loudly and thrust out another sword.

The sword flashed, murderous intent soared to the sky, and the breath of death was overwhelming. It seemed that this sword was coming to the world only to bring death!
"Is this the Fifteen Deadly Swords?!"

The sword thrust was very slow, as if intentionally giving Xie Xiaofeng time to prepare.

Xie Xiaofeng was startled. The sword intent had already attacked him before it even hit him. He immediately found that his clothes had been torn in several places. He thought Fang Xun also knew the "Thirteen Deadly Swords".

But immediately, he felt something different. Although the opponent's sword style was similar, he could still feel the difference in the details.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

"The Four Swords of Killing" is only for killing. Isn't the sword for killing?"

As he spoke, Fang Xun suddenly accelerated, and the Soul-Chasing Sword in his hand turned into a black line. Xie Xiaofeng immediately broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

I know that in order to counter this sword that is like the Asura devil from hell, I have to use the deadly fifteenth sword, a poisonous dragon that will only bring death and destruction!
After sighing in his heart, Xie Xiaofeng moved his wrist and stabbed out lightly, but it seemed slow but was actually fast, and he stabbed out fourteen swords in an instant.

As the fourteen swords came out, Xie Xiaofeng's murderous aura reached an extreme.

He was seen standing opposite Fang Xun, like a tiny mortal facing an ancient poisonous dragon, but he was able to fight against the poisonous dragon.

His energy seemed to have merged into the heaven and earth, without any distinction between them.

No matter how terrifying or ferocious the poisonous dragon is, what does it matter in the face of the vast universe?

When Fang Xun saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Harmony between man and nature?! Fuck, this guy is beyond belief. He actually realized the state of harmony between man and nature that only a master can understand?! "

The sword technique, which was originally as light as water, was instantly filled with murderous aura. Like the "Four Swords of Killing", this set of sword techniques was also created specifically for killing, and it was the "Thirteen Swords of Death"!
In the past, he was about to die from Yan Shisan's fatal fifteenth sword, but Yan Shisan forcibly reversed the sword's edge and killed himself.

But even though he is dead, his sword skills have taken deep root in Xie Xiaofeng's heart.

The "Thirteen Deadly Swords" used by Xie Xiaofeng at this time was stronger than Yan Shisan's!

After the fourteen swords were thrust out, it was as if the stream had reached its end and no more changes could occur. His strength seemed to be completely exhausted.

But the next moment, his sword suddenly slowed down, and the tip of the sword suddenly vibrated strangely again.

Although the sword was still moving, everything else in the world seemed to have stopped, and only black and white remained in the world.

There are no words that can describe this sword, there is only one word, a very simple word - death!

The color on Xie Xiaofeng's body disappeared, and his eyes turned pure black, as if a celestial being in the sky had fallen and turned into the Great Asura Sword in hell.

Once the sword is drawn, the water dries up, life ends, all things perish, and the world is destroyed!
It seemed that Fang Xun was about to be killed by this sword, but at this critical moment, his sword also underwent a drastic change!

A burst of vitality suddenly burst out from his sword of death.

The body is in darkness, but the heart is towards light. Whether you are a god or a devil is all in one thought.

At this moment, the changes in him were exactly the opposite of Xie Xiaofeng's.

It was as if a great Asura in hell suddenly became a god among demons, and when he saw another celestial being who had just fallen into demon form, he immediately brought down divine punishment.

At this moment, Fang Xun finally got enough inspiration from Xie Xiaofeng's "Heavenly Sword". Coupled with the essence of Mu Qingkong's Sword of Vitality that he had previously comprehended, the "Four Swords of Killing" also underwent a transformation.

In the ring, the two sides are still one good and one evil, but their positions have subtly reversed.

Ding--

The sword tips collided, and the winner was decided in an instant.

The next moment, a series of crisp sounds were heard in the arena, followed by countless cracks appearing in the long swords in the hands of both sides.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at his intact hands blankly, but a look of relief flashed in his pair of pure black eyes.

It's all so ironic.

Fang Xun finally escaped from hell and came to heaven.

But he fell from heaven to hell.

But it doesn’t matter to him. His heart is filled with fatigue and he is about to be relieved.

"Thank you."

After saying these two words, Xie Xiaofeng's figure slowly disappeared.

puff--

Fang Xun stood still, looking at the deep wound on his chest that was visible to the bone, and finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

But he didn't care. He just closed his eyes and concentrated on absorbing Xie Xiaofeng's martial arts insights and memories.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Xun opened his eyes and exhaled heavily. His injuries were healed and a happy smile appeared on his face again.

The next moment he left the ring.

When the figure appeared on the training ground, Fang Xun felt refreshed and there was no problem with his body.

"I have finally mastered the Four Killing Swords!"

Soon, he composed himself and looked at the new name that appeared on the second door of the martial arts hall. He was immediately surprised.

[Shi Potian, Tongmai, from "Xia Ke Xing", to be defeated]

"Brother Gou isn't even the strongest in Tongmai?"

(End of this chapter)