There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

Seeing Nie Wushuang coming out.

Everyone was no longer so excited to express their emotions. Su Yujin smiled slightly and nodded to him with the black and white swords.

As for the gourd Taoist, he was numb.

In any case, Nie Wushuang was fighting for him, and winning would be good for him. He didn't need to keep a cold face.

It was not difficult to admit that he had a bad vision and had misjudged someone.

So this time, he forced a smile on his face and said to Nie Wushuang.

"Little brother, do you want to rest for a while?"

"What rest!"

The voice of the sword demon sounded on the opposite side.

"Keep going!"

"I want to see if your little brother's divine thoughts are endless, and can you still win all the way..."

After saying that, the sword demon raised his hand and waved.

A sword slave flashed out of the void and stood on the edge of the chessboard.

"Come on, little brother, I'm rooting for you!"

The gourd Taoist gave Nie Wushuang a thumbs up like a funny guy, with a smile on his face.

Disgusting!

Nie Wushuang just felt sick!

Is this what a sword saint looks like?

Isn't it that everyone should be harmonious, not controlled by emotions, flying around in the void, not stained by dust, and not getting involved in the cause and effect of the world?

Could it be that I saw it wrong?

This gourd Taoist is not a sword saint?

However, his aura is indeed far superior to that of Xingyue Zhenjun of Tianxing Sword Sect. Although I have never fully released my divine thoughts, I can still sense that the energy on the other party is like the vast ocean, which is difficult to predict.

Much stronger than a half-step sword saint, isn't he a sword saint?

Perhaps, there are many things hidden in it that I don't know.

As the thought fell, a clear light rose from the chessboard and wrapped around Nie Wushuang and the sword slave. For some reason, Nie Wushuang felt that there was a hint of blood in the clear light, which seemed to hide an ominous omen!

...

Hua La La!

Opened his eyes, a vast expanse of white.

The sky seemed to have a big hole, and rain poured down, the size of soybeans, dense and painful on the face.

Even if I opened my eyes, my vision was poor.

A few steps away, I couldn't see clearly.

I took two steps forward, and my feet were very solid. The shoes were sheepskin, and the soles were thousand-layer soles. I stepped on the bluestone slabs, which was solid enough.

There was a sword in my hand, raised in front of my eyes.

The rain hit the sword tip, dripping, and slid down in an instant.

Here?

There were memories rising in my mind.

Just like the character settings and plots given by the script, they emerged in my mind one by one, and then became my own memories.

I am a swordsman.

I am also a bounty hunter.

This time, I entered Gucheng to hunt down the wanted criminals on the blacklist. The crazy sword demon was hiding in this mountain city.

Gucheng is not big, it is square, and there are mountains on all sides.

The city wall is not high, and the east-west and north-south streets divide Gucheng into four parts. If you shout Erwa to come home for dinner at the east gate, the west city will hear it clearly.

There is a proverb that says Gucheng.

Gucheng is like a piece of cake that can be swallowed by opening your mouth.

Although Gucheng is not big, it is very famous. There are thousands of swordsmen living in this city, and non-swordsmen are not allowed to live in Gucheng.

The sword demon is hiding in it, and it is pouring rain.

I am afraid it will be difficult to find.

Nie Wushuang walked forward a few steps, came to the entrance of the alley, and stopped instantly.

A cold light broke through the rain curtain and pointed to the center of the eyebrows. The cold breath rushed in instantly, and the skin at the center of the eyebrows had bumps.

The sword energy was cold and creepy.

Retreat!

Retreat!

The tip of the sword was always suspended in front of the center of the eyebrows, about three inches.

A figure broke through the rain curtain with the sword shadow and appeared in Nie Wushuang's sight.

He stopped and tilted his head, and the tip of the sword stabbed past his ear. Then, the sword was like a pool of autumn water suspended in the rain. The next moment, it was about to change from stabbing to slashing, slashing towards Nie Wushuang's exposed neck, where the aorta was.

The assassin was changing his moves, and Nie Wushuang was also changing his moves.

And he changed his moves before him.

Sword Nineteen!

A cold light rolled up from below, like a river flowing backwards.

In an instant, the swordsman was split in half from bottom to top, and blood splashed out. In an instant, it was swallowed by the rain and disappeared.

"Pah!"

The body fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Nie Wushuang stepped over the corpse and swept past like a gust of wind.

A cold light flashed where he was originally.

A man rushed over from the rain and almost stabbed Nie Wushuang. If Nie Wushuang had not rushed forward.

He lowered his head, twisted his waist and turned around.

The cold light swept back.

Sword Eight.

The sword light cut through the waist of the swordsman who missed the attack, and cut him in half like a guillotine. The upper body continued to rush forward, but the lower body stayed where it was.

Split into two, each fell to the ground.

Facing the rain, Nie Wushuang walked forward slowly.

From time to time, swordsmen rushed out from all directions, some came alone, and some came in groups...

The whole Gucheng was full of enemies.

Everyone regarded Nie Wushuang as an enemy, and they wanted to eat his flesh and blood. At the beginning, they fought alone, but later, they had communicated and contacted each other, and they all formed teams to attack Nie Wushuang together.

In this case, it is impossible to find the wanted criminal, that is, the opponent of this round.

Unless all the swordsmen in Gucheng are killed.

Once all the people are killed, the target will be among them, and this will be considered a victory.

Kill one person every ten steps!

Leave no trace in a thousand miles!

In the rain, Nie Wushuang couldn't help but sing loudly.

To be honest, he really liked the poem "Xia Ke Xing" and liked the generous spirit. This was also the reason why he went south with the black and white swords in the first place.

In this world, only aliens like the Black and White Swords have the spirit of chivalry.

However, with Nie Wushuang's own character, it is impossible for him to become such a knight. Most of the time, he will weigh the pros and cons.

However, a man remains a boy until he dies.

At this moment, here, there is a chivalrous spirit in my chest!

Nie Wushuang, singing the song of "Xia Ke Xing", held his sword and killed all the way. No matter whether it was one person or hundreds or thousands of people standing in front of him, he rushed forward without hesitation. The first chapter of the "Explanation of Swordsmanship", which had been completed, was vivid and vivid.

In this case, he also released his clone.

The clone did not turn into a Dharma form and did not rush into the battle.

One sword is enough!

At the crossroads, Nie Wushuang stood at the crossroads where east-west and north-south directions met. In the heavy rain, countless people poured towards the crossroads from four directions. It could be said that all the swordsmen in Gucheng were here.

The target person is naturally among these people.

However, Nie Wushuang had forgotten the existence of that guy. Deep in his heart, there was only excitement, only the heroic spirit that could soar into the sky.

bring it on!

Come all!

Let me kill you to my heart's content!

"ah!"

Coincidentally, the roars of swordsmen came from all directions.

The sword light pierced through the rain curtain and rushed towards Nie Wushuang in the middle of the intersection from four directions.

The heavy rain seemed to have stopped, hanging in the air and never falling.

"Well done!"

Nie Wushuang roared.

Swing your sword!

Twenty-two swords!

The sword light was like a dragon, spiraling around his body and breaking through the rain curtain.

A dragon roar came from the void.