"Learning all kinds of swordsmanship will end up biting off more than you can chew, which will turn out to be a burden."
It is raining continuously in Wuling City.
Song Guicheng stared at the young man waving his sword in the rain, frowned, and said something sour in his mouth.
Qian An’s second watch.
Lu San's Everlasting Hate Water.
Zhu Quanfu’s spring is never too late.
Jia Chen’s front door Yan.
He made all of them quite decent. These are not advanced sword skills, but they are very practical, especially when you want to kill someone.
Hearing the sound, the young man sheathed his sword. His clothes were soaked by the rain, but he didn't care. Instead, he walked quickly to Song Guicheng and looked at him expectantly.
"When will you teach me your bad ways?"
Song Guicheng glanced at the young man, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said: "Didn't you learn from them? Why do you want to learn from me?"
"There is no need to overwhelm your body with more skills! It is always right for me to learn one more swordsmanship." The young man responded.
"Besides, I didn't ask them to teach me. They insisted on teaching me. They also said that if they die one day, the inheritance of this swordsmanship will not be lost. What about you? Aren't you afraid that your swordsmanship will be lost?
?”
The young man's voice was as clear as jade, but the words he spoke made veins pop up on Song Guicheng's forehead.
"Did you bastard curse me to death?" Song Guicheng said angrily.
"I don't want you to die." But the young man shook his head seriously, "Just like I don't want my death, my uncle's death, and Wang Che's death."
"But the person who may have told me his story and what he wanted to do in the future may be already a cold corpse the next moment we meet again."
"We are all going to die...you have to understand that."
Song Guicheng looked at the serious young man saying such serious and even slightly old-fashioned words, and felt a little funny for no reason.
He shrugged his shoulders and stopped about to leave.
"But even if I am going to die, why do I have to teach you swordsmanship?" He asked with great interest.
But the young man said: "Aren't you all from the same group as Xizhou Sword Armor? We have been fighting and killing together for so many years. You don't need to teach them. They can learn how to do it to some extent. If you teach me, it will be an extra layer of insurance, right?"
As the young man said this, his cheeks turned red, and he seemed to feel that such words were a bit forced.
He lowered his head: "Okay, I admit that I do have some selfish motives. I want to learn more swordsmanship, maybe I can kill more Yin beasts..."
"But it's not all selfish. In fact, I envy you very much..."
"If you die, at least you can leave your swords and your swordsmanship behind. At least someone will know how to miss you. But if I die... I can't leave anything behind. No one will remember you.
Me and no one cares about me..."
"So, I think I can also learn some swordsmanship, and then try to create a swordsmanship of my own. It doesn't have to be too powerful, but it has to be different from yours, and then teach it to someone, so that at least I can still be in this world.
Leave some traces, and when I die, maybe I won’t be so scared..."
At that time, the young man's emotions became a little dripping, and his head was buried in his arms.
Song Guicheng was stunned for a moment. He walked up to the young man, lowered his body and looked at him. After pondering for a while, he said: "This reason sounds..."
The boy's lowered head lifted slightly and his ears moved.
"It seems like it was just compiled," Song Guicheng said.
"Ah?" The young man raised his head when he heard this and looked at Song Guicheng, his eyes a little stunned: "Is it that bad?"
Song Guicheng curled his lips and then nodded.
The young man's face suddenly looked a little annoyed, and he muttered: "I just said this is not possible, Lu Sanfei said you would do this..."
Song Guicheng looked at the troubled young man, but a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he said again: "But it did convince me."
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"The sword technique of Po Zhenzi only has three moves."
"One day is a thousand moments."
"One day, the mountain collapses."
"Destroy the city in one day."
"Among them, Qianjun is used to vibrate the sword, and the focus is on the method of exerting force."
"Destroying a city is the power of the sword. It can only be understood and used after the third level. I will give you the method. If you can survive until then, let's see if you have a chance to understand it."
"Collapsing Mountain, however, is the most special move. It involves condensing all the energy and blood in the body into one point and using the sword to exert force. Generally speaking, when you reach the second level and the meridians in your body are unblocked, this sword move can be used
Show."
"Such moves can often unleash combat power beyond your current level of cultivation in an instant."
"But the shortcomings are also obvious."
"First, all the energy and blood in the body are condensed at one point and blasted out. If you can't kill the enemy, you will cut off your own retreat."
"Secondly, when this method is performed before the third realm, the meridians in the body are not strong enough, and the meridians cannot be protected with spiritual power. The explosive power of the blood and energy in the whole body will often hurt the enemy as well as one's own.
meridians, so I hope you will not use this method before the three realms in the future."
Song Guicheng said with a serious face.
The young man blinked his eyes when he heard this, a little impatient with the other party's nagging: "I know."
"When I learn how to do it, if someone bullies your daughter in the future, I will use this trick to beat him severely!"
After that, the young man waved his hands and ran away in a hurry. Looking at his excited expression, he obviously didn't take Song Guicheng's words to heart. He probably wanted to find a place to practice by himself.
Seeing his leaving figure, Song Guicheng felt helpless and cursed with a smile: "You bastard!"
…
The smile on Li Guanshui's face solidified at that moment.
He felt that the Qi coming out of Chu Qingxiao's body was filled with a dangerous smell.
He felt a chill in his heart and wanted to let go of the hand holding the opponent's broken sword.
But when he realized the danger, the danger had already arrived.
A terrifying force that was so huge that Li Guanshui could not imagine came from the sword he was holding.
His still-releasing palm felt numb, and the next moment blood mist exploded in front of his eyes. At that time, his pupils suddenly shrank violently, and a look of fear filled his brows.
his hand……
Under that huge force, it was torn apart in an instant and became a bloody mess.
All this happened so quickly and suddenly that although his eyes witnessed this horrific scene, the pain had not yet reached his mind.
And luckily for him.
He may never feel this pain.
The broken sword in Chu Qingxiao's hand was not satisfied with the simple result of destroying Li Guanshui's hand. It continued to be sent forward.
boom.
There was a soft sound, and the spiritual power condensed around Li Guanshui shattered at that moment.
Turned into little points of light and dispersed.
For ordinary warriors in the Three Realms, before their spiritual power is exhausted, they are an unshakable existence.
But this is not absolute.
Although spiritual power is powerful, when a person's strength reaches a certain level, the spiritual power can also be shattered.
This is the saying that thousands of ants can move an elephant, and a thousand rays of light can shine the sun.
The collapse of the spiritual barrier meant that the only thing Li Guanshui could rely on was gone.
The broken sword named Po Zhenzi was no longer hindered at that time, and was sent into Li Guanshui's chest by Chu Qingxiao.
The shock, horror, anger and unwillingness in Li Guanshui's eyes all solidified at that moment.
As Chu Qingxiao drew out the sword blade, blood spurted out from his chest, the light in his eyes receded like the tide, and his body fell on his back...
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Meng Jin felt a little stunned by everything that happened in front of him.
In her mind, the young man in front of her was clearly in the second realm.
She was ready for a protracted fight with the bandit, but she didn't want him to die under Chu Qingxiao's sword in just a moment.
She couldn't understand how a second-level warrior could do this.
So after Li Guanshui collapsed, she was still in a daze, and for a moment she couldn't believe that all this was true.
"Ahem."
Until Chu Qingxiao next to her coughed violently, and the cough brought her back to reality.
She turned her head to look at him, only to see that Chu Qingxiao's face was pale, blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his body was swaying a little, as if he would fall down at any time.
She realized that being able to kill a third-level warrior with a second-level cultivation must have paid a very heavy price for Chu Qingxiao. She hurriedly stepped forward to support Chu Qingxiao.
Chu Qingxiao also turned his head to look at her at this time, and said softly: "Thank you."
Meng Jin smiled and was about to respond.
Boom!
But at this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came.
At the same time, a figure landed heavily in front of the two of them.
Chu Qingxiao was stunned at that moment. He slowly looked down and saw that the figure thrown in front of him was a girl named Yue Jian!
She seemed to have fallen into a coma. Her face was pale, her breathing was weak, and there was a huge wound in her abdomen, which was constantly oozing blood...
But Li Guanshui is clearly dead...
Who hurt her?
Meng Jin seemed to realize something. She slowly raised her head, and a figure with a pair of black wings was standing above them. The wings behind him were flapping lightly, and his face was filled with a ferocious smile.
Look at them condescendingly.
And on the blade he held in his hand, Yue Jian's blood was constantly flowing down the blade.
"How... is this possible?" Meng Jin looked at the scene in disbelief and murmured.
In the final analysis, Wuhun is just a vassal of the monk. How can it survive the death of the main body?
Moreover, looking at the appearance of the Black Crow Martial Spirit, not only was it not affected by Li Guanshui's death at all, but the cold aura surrounding him seemed to be a little stronger.
"What on earth are you..." Meng Jin asked with a look of horror on his face.
Black Crow Martial Spirit seemed to be very satisfied with Yue Jian's frightened expression at this moment. A sneer appeared on the face that looked exactly like Li Guanshui. He narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice.
"It's not important."
"The important thing is that you provoked people you shouldn't have provoked..."
"So I have to throw away my life, maybe I shouldn't throw it away..."