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Chapter 161 Xia Yunmo and Yan Shisan

The No. 15 changes of Thirteen Swords of Desperation were finally used by Yan Shisan.

This is a sword that does not belong to the world, this is the sword of death.

Yan Shisan's head was already full of silver threads, and the wrinkles on his face had increased a lot. His life span was not long.

No matter who looks at him, he is now an old man who is dying, but the sharp sword intent emanating from this old man is enough to make everyone in the world stare at him and be moved by him.

The No.15 sword has been used, and the wooden sword has been turned into powder.

The river flows again, and the light boat floats again.

Everything came alive again.

Yan Shisan remained motionless, with a strange expression on his face, maybe it was shock?hi?or fear?Or both?
He was amazed by the power of this sword, excited that he could use such a sword technique, but he was afraid of the death power contained in this sword, which he could not control himself.

After half a stick of incense, Yan Shisan suddenly sighed and said, "Three guests, since you're here, why don't you get on the boat and have a talk."

He had already seen Xia Yunmo and the others, but he just ignored them.

After he finished speaking, there were already three more people on board.

Tie Kaicheng looked at Yan Shisan excitedly. Before he could say anything, Yan Shisan waved his hand: "You and I just met by chance. I teach you just to pass the boring time."

His voice was old and cold, without any emotion.

Now, Yan Shisan was heartless and utterly ruthless because of this sword.Except for the enthusiasm for kendo, everything else has become indifferent.

Only those who are sincere and have no other distractions can practice the unparalleled swordsmanship in the world.

Yan Shisan is such a person.

Tie Kaicheng opened his mouth, he had already brewed a lot of words in his heart, but now he couldn't say a word.

Xia Yunmo had already handed over the black fish skin sheath and the golden long sword to Yan Shisan, and said: "The unparalleled swordsmanship before naturally requires this unparalleled magic weapon."

Yan Shisan did not speak, but took the sword.

Now, his sword was back in his hand, still as sharp.

With this sword in his hand, he once ruled the world and was invincible. He has always been ruthless and fearless.

What's more, he is now able to use the No.15 sword, which is invincible under heaven, and there is no opponent in the world anymore.

However, there was fear in his heart, unspeakable fear.

Although he couldn't say it, Xia Yunmo and the others could see it.

Xia Yunmo said: "Are you afraid?"

Yan Shisan said: "Yes!"

Xia Yunmo said: "Thirteen Swords of Desperate Life were originally a poisonous snake, but now when the No. sword."

Yan Shisan's eyes widened suddenly, and there was already an incomparable sword intent in his pupils: "Are you Xie Xiaofeng?"

Apart from Xie Xiaofeng, who else could have such a sharp vision to see his scruples.

Xie Xiaofeng on the side smiled and said, "I am Xie Xiaofeng."

Then, Yan Shisan's eyes turned to Xie Xiaofeng, and he finally recognized Xie Xiaofeng.

These two peerless swordsmen, fateful enemies, finally met together.

At this moment, Yan Shisan suddenly straightened his back, and his cloudy eyes were full of fighting intent.

The sword energy soared into the sky, and the murderous intent filled the air.

Being able to create the No.15 sword, even if he died immediately, he was willing.

If you can still fight against a peerless swordsman like the third young master before you can die, then you will have no regrets.

Xie Xiaofeng pointed at Xia Yunmo and said, "If you want to find a good opponent, he is more suitable."

Yan Shisan said, "Oh."

Xia Yunmo used his finger as a sword, and with a casual touch, the sword light had already cut off the hugging tree on the river bank.

This finger seems simple, but the timing and speed of the shot are incomparable.
What's more, using fingers as swords, this hand alone is worthy of Yan Shisan's attention.

Yan Shisan's eyes lit up, and he said, "Sure enough, he is a good opponent."

Xia Yunmo smiled and said: "If possible, brother Yan might as well go to the shore to rest for two days, we will fight again in two days."

Previously, Yan Shisan was physically and mentally exhausted when he used the No. 15 sword. If he fights with Xia Yunmo now, he will only be able to display [-]% of his martial arts, and at most only [-]%.

Even if it is the No.15 sword that is invincible under heaven, it has to be greatly discounted.

Yan Shisan thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

……

For the next two days, the four of them rested on the shore, occasionally discussing swordsmanship.

Although it was only a few words, among them, even Tie Kaicheng, who was the worst in martial arts, was a rare master of swordsmanship in the world.

Each of them has their own understanding, and they often benefit a lot after talking with each other.

At the same time, Yan Shisan also told everyone how he found the No.15 sword.

He is famous for his thirteen deadly swords, and his understanding of the thirteen deadly swords is naturally far beyond ordinary people.

Therefore, he found its No.14 variation a long time ago.

However, he was still dissatisfied, because he knew that there was another variation of Thirteen Swords of Death.

He knew that none of the previous No.14 swords could defeat Xie Xiaofeng, so he kept finding the last change.

It's a pity that he didn't find out, and then he heard the news of Xie Xiaofeng's "death".

In the world, no one is his opponent anymore.

Therefore, he buried his name in Shen Jian. During that day, he was not only sinking in the sword, but also had thoughts about the No.15 sword.

Since then, he has never found the No.15 sword again.

But precisely because he never thought about it, he found the No.15 sword.

This sword is the "god" in swordsmanship, representing the "god" of death.

"God" cannot be seen or found.

When "God" was about to come, he came suddenly.But if you want "God" to come, you have to let go, and you have to enter the state of "no self".

This is the epiphany.

If you want to pick it up, you must first put it down.

This truth is difficult to comprehend, and even more difficult to do.

……

Two days finally passed.

In the early morning, when it was still foggy, there were already four people standing on the river bank.

Xia Yunmo and Yan Shisan faced each other from a distance, one in black and the other in white.

But Xie Xiaofeng and Tie Kaicheng were watching from afar.

Yan Shisan likes black clothes, he hasn't put on this set of clothes for a long time, the last time he put on this set of clothes was a long, long time ago.

Yan Shisan likes black and worships black.

What black symbolizes is sadness, ominousness and death.Black also symbolizes loneliness, pride and nobility.

What they symbolize is the life of a swordsman.Just like most swordsmen.

Xia Yunmo also likes black, as well as white.

He doesn't like to add other things to these two colors.

Black, the noble black of death.

White, pure and flawless white.

Now, the two figures, one black and one white, are at war, and there is a possibility of an earth-shattering battle at any time.

(End of this chapter)