The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Don't look at the old man Xiying who is almost at an old age, but he is always strong, not deaf, not dazzling, and has a keen eye. He can tell at a glance that I have doubts.

I'm not afraid that the old man will be upset, so I just tell him what I think in my heart.

The old man listened and smiled, and said: "This, you don't have to worry about it. Just like my "Cross Swordsman", your sword is also made by the master forge, and the quality of the two is not superior. Points."

"Then why did Senior Xilan bury it in the soil?"

"Because it is a demon sword, the ancestors buried it in the soil because of dissatisfaction with its demon aura."

When it heard it was a demon sword, Boss Renn changed his expression slightly and asked aloud: "Senior, since you know this is a demon sword, why not tell Xiao Yi in advance?"

"I'm not worried that he will have concerns," Xiying said: "I originally planned to find a time to tell him clearly after the discussion."

Boss Ren's expression did not become relaxed because of the words of the old man Xiying, on the contrary, it became more solemn: "Then Senior, will this knife have any bad effect on people?"

"It won't have any influence," Xiying said: "The ancestors used this demon sword before they got the'Cross Sword Sword-One', and I have never heard of any bad conditions in the ancestors.

Boss Rennes sighed in relief and whispered: "That's fine."

Having determined the level of the sword in my hand, and roughly figured out its origin, I finally felt relieved, opened my posture, and nodded towards the old man Xiying, and said, "I'm ready."

The old man was not polite at all, drew the knife out of its sheath, and walked straight towards me.

Regardless of his age, his steps were slightly wobbly, but the moment he drew his sword, a fierce momentum rose up and turned into a lone wolf, staring at me proudly.

This is neither the power of degeneration, nor murderous intent, or even intangible and intangible, but why does it give me a stronger sense of oppression than when the strong releases the force of degeneration?

My breathing suddenly became thick and heavy, and the hand holding the knife began to shake slightly. Subconsciously, I wanted to discard the Taichi in my hand, and then pick up the Odachi that was placed aside...In my opinion, only the large Taito can give me enough courage to let me face the power of the old man Xiying.

However, the timing does not wait for anyone.

Since the father took the first step, he has moved faster and faster. In a blink of an eye, it has become a phantom, and he will not give me time to change weapons.

There is no other way, I have to bite the bullet and fight him, who made this competition initiated by me!

As soon as I lifted the knife here, the wind of the knife over there was already whistling, and a sharp sound made my arms numb and my ears buzzed.

I took a few steps back, inexplicably horrified: What a powerful force!

As soon as one knife fell, the next one broke the wind, and it was another top-down slash!

I gritted my teeth and raised my arms again, and at the same time, I didn't care about the unfairness of my father. The killing intent quickly flowed out through the pores, and the whole blade was wrapped in an instant.

When the killing intent was like a swamp and swallowed all the demon swords, an inexplicable feeling came into my mind from the blade, and buzzed in my mind.

Although I still don't understand the meaning of these buzzing sounds, I can feel the happiness in the sound and the thirst for battle.

This is... the voice of the soul of the sword?

While feeling this sound, I raised Taito again.

With the blessing of the killing intent, my strength once again climbed a bit, and the discussions with the old man Xiying became more certain.

Although the main purpose of the competition is to discover their own shortcomings and learn from each other's strengths, but if they can win, who doesn't want to win?

Cross-cutting knife-the sharp blade of the blade split the air between me and the old man Xiying, and the chill on the blade hurled my bangs arbitrarily, as if it could be combined with my head in the next second split into two.

Without thinking, I folded my hands while holding the handle of the knife, aiming at the cold blade coming from the face, and greeted me fiercely.

There was another sharp cry.

My arms felt strong pressure at the same time, but this time it was okay, my arms did not numb, and the intrusion force was extremely limited. Before it crushed my arms, it lost its stamina first.

Without the pressure of stamina, I only felt my arm loosened, and I suddenly felt energetic. With my wrists, I lifted it upwards and swung Taidao back.

The old man Xiying stepped back, with a satisfied smile on his face, nodded, and said, "Very well, have you finally found your fighting spirit?"

I nodded and sipped: "Yes."

"Then come again." The old man took a wrong step and resorted to Xilan's own knife technique.

Upon seeing this, I no longer hesitated, and also resorted to Xilan's own knife technique.

The same sword technique, after the two of us, used a different taste.

Elder Xiying’s Xilan swordsmanship is steady and steady. Every knife is extremely deterrent and full of vitality. But my Xilan swordsmanship can't make the feeling of the old man at all. On the contrary, it is a bit like Xilan swordsmanship and me. The combination of the original knife method.

Crooked, but self-contained, without the magnificence and directness of Xilan's sword technique, but the sword moves slantingly, it is difficult to predict, and people dare not underestimate it.

We just came and went, and we faced each other for hundreds of rounds. I was already a little panting. Looking at the old man Xiying, his pair of sideburns were also soaked in sweat.

Obviously, it is indeed not an easy task to fight against the killing intent that rivals the power of degeneration with pure physical strength.

I wanted to stop and let everyone rest for a while, but the old man Xiying was playing heartily and he didn't give me a chance to stop. In desperation, I had to continue fighting with him.

After removing hundreds of tricks, the breathing of the old man Xiying became quicker, but he still did not use the power of fading, and still used his physical power to fight me.

This old man, does he want to have a good time by himself, or want to take care of me more, so he does not use the power of fading, but only fights with physical power?

Or, the old man hasn't changed yet?

These thoughts are like fountains, bursting out of my brain, and I have to separate a part of my spirit and screen and compare them.

However, if a master makes a move, the slightest miss is a huge difference.

As soon as I got distracted, the old man Xiying seized this rare opportunity and swung his sword continuously to defeat all my offensive and defensive positions, then turned around and hit my stomach with a scabbard.

I couldn't stand steady, stepped back several steps, and fell to the ground with one butt, causing pain in my butt.

"Stop!" I yelled, and the sharp blade of the cross-cutting knife instantly stopped three inches above my head. I smiled bitterly and said, "Senior, I surrendered."

The old man Xiying did not entangle him, and put the sword away, but after inserting the sword into its sheath, he sighed and shook his head: "It's a pity, it's a pity that you are not weak, but uneasy. I said your child is During the battle, why do you want to slip the number? Are you thinking of Daphne or Kailan?"

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