Facing the sharp sword, Xing Nan leaned back. When the sword light swept across the tip of his nose, he stood up straight again.
When the attack failed, Xue Lanfengyu's wrist shook slightly, and the slender long sword in her hand was lifted up, and then she slashed straight down, preparing to cut off Xing Nan's left shoulder.
Xing Nan first turned sideways, then quickly took a step forward and grabbed Xue Lanfeng's wrist.
Xue Lanfeng quickly placed the long sword across her arm, using the blade to force Xing Nan to withdraw her palm, and then she took a few steps back to the side.
Both warriors and sword cultivators are better at close combat, but warriors use their fists and feet for close combat, while sword cultivators rely on the power of their swords to fend off enemies.
Therefore, sword cultivators with a high level of combat consciousness will not let warriors approach them easily. They will try to keep a distance of about one foot from their opponents, so that they can have enough space for their sword moves.
A warrior will try his best to get close to his opponent and use the powerful power contained in his body to kill his opponent.
Xing Nan stepped forward again, moving extremely fast. Every time he attacked, it was Xue Lanfeng's vital point.
Xue Lanfeng was surprised to find that Xing Nan was able to keep a steady pressure on her at the speed of short-distance movement. No matter how much she retreated or dodged, Xing Nan could always stick to her like a shadow, and she was always one step ahead.
Dodge your own sword attacks.
"Isn't he only a third-grade warrior? When did he become so powerful?"
Just as Xue Lanfeng was thinking about this, her sword defense finally showed a flaw, causing her wrist to be slapped hard by Xing Nan.
Bang!
This is the sound of the sword falling to the ground.
Xue Lanfeng knows very well that as a swordsman, it means something when one's sword is knocked off by the enemy.
She took a few steps back, rubbing her sore wrist, and stared blankly at her long sword lying on the cold stone floor.
"If I'm a loser, and you can't even beat a loser, what am I?"
Xing Nan did not take any further action. After saying these words, he walked towards the gate of the Xue Family Mansion without looking back, and finally disappeared into the surprised eyes of many Xue family members.
After the crazy training a few days ago, although Xing Nan is still a third-level warrior, his body is already stronger than that of a ninth-level warrior. For a warrior, a strong body is a strong strength. The improvement of the body's toughness will make the body move.
The speed, ability to resist punches, and the attack power of fists and kicks are increased accordingly.
In the warrior stage of training, it is not actually the most important thing how much spiritual energy is refined in the body. What is important is the physical strength. However, ordinary warriors use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to enter the body to temper their bones, flesh and blood. Xing Nan's innate demonic body will reject it.
He couldn't use spiritual energy to temper his body, so the shadowy old man in the nine-ring reincarnation bracelet used such a perverted method to train him.
However, although it is a lot of hardship, it is worth it. Xing Nan is only a third-level warrior now, but if he really tries his best, it will be difficult for a ninth-level warrior to defeat him quickly. As for the warriors below the ninth-level, it will be difficult for him to survive three moves.
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Xue Lanfeng is only a seventh-level swordsman. Even if she is only one step away from reaching the eighth level, she is definitely no match for Xing Nan.
"Miss, your sword."
A maid picked up the slender sword and brought it to Xue Lanfeng, who was still in a daze.
Xue Lanfeng took over her long sword in a daze. Only then did she realize that her hands were shaking. Suddenly, she stared at the maid next to her and asked, "How come I can't even beat a loser?"
After thinking for a while, the maid replied: "Young lady must have underestimated the enemy just now, otherwise, that guy must have been the soul of the dead under the sword of young lady!"
After hearing the maid's answer, Xue Lanfeng's expression gradually improved. She nodded solemnly and said, "I was indeed careless just now!"
No one stopped or stopped Xing Nan. He left the Xue Family Mansion easily. After walking around the streets of Nancheng, he decided to go see Uncle Chen.
Even if he had to leave, it would be better to say goodbye to Uncle Chen first. These days, he was used to seeing the hypocrisy of the Xue family, which made him realize how valuable Uncle Chen's loyalty to the Xing family and his care for him were.
The door of Uncle Chen's small courtyard was not closed tightly. Xing Nan pushed the door open and entered. He did not see Uncle Chen in the courtyard, but heard bursts of coughing coming from the house.
Quickly entering the room, Xing Nan saw Uncle Chen lying on the bed with a pale face.
Uncle Chen looked very weak at this time, his lips were white, his eyes were cloudy, and there was a pool of blood on the ground beside the bed.
"Uncle Chen, what's wrong with you?" Xing Nanxing walked to the bedside and asked with concern and nervousness.
"Young master... ahem... you are back. I thought I would never see you again... ahem..."
As Uncle Chen spoke, he tried to sit up straight, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could only lie down.
"The injury you suffered last time is still not healed yet?"
Xing Nan couldn't help but curse himself secretly. When he was about to leave, Uncle Chen was injured. He should really take care of Uncle Chen and heal his injuries before leaving.
But at that time, Uncle Chen's injury was not very serious. How come it became so serious after a few days?
Uncle Chen shook his head and said intermittently: "It's not the last time...it's the Xue family...They said you took refuge with the Xue family...so they wanted to take me over. I went to the Xue family, and they...locked me up.
Get up...ahem...and ask me...if the Xing family still has a large inheritance..."
Xing Nan's face gradually turned gloomy, and he asked, "Were the injuries on your body caused by them?"
Uncle Chen nodded and said: "Young Master, this old slave's life is worthless, and it is not a pity to die. You must not go to fight with the Xue family because of this matter..."
Even though he was already seriously injured and dying, Uncle Chen was still thinking about himself. Xing Nan was moved and his eye circles were slightly red.
How can I repay such kindness?
"Stop talking first, I'll take you to see the doctor!"
Xing Nan was about to pick up Chen Bolian with the quilt, but Chen Bo waved his arms at him.
"Young Master, this old slave won't survive. It's not just to wait for the young master to save his breath. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for a long time."
Uncle Chen tried his best to speak smoothly and continued: "Young master, the Xing family does have a treasure, but it is not in Lan Maple City, but in the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts. The master once told me that if the young master is lucky enough to be able to practice
I will tell you this when I reach the realm of martial arts, but now the old slave is leaving. If you don't say fear, there will be no chance. Young Master, you must remember it clearly. From the direction of the south wall of the Kirigakure Inn, go straight
There is a waterfall in the One Hundred Miles Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, and the Xing family’s treasure is behind that waterfall.”
Tears were already streaming down from the corners of Xing Nan's eyes. He stretched out his arms, picked up Uncle Chen and the quilt, and said, "I have written it all down. Please stop talking and I will take you to see a doctor."
Uncle Chen just smiled and did not refuse again.
After carrying Uncle Chen's body out of the yard, Xing Nan found that Uncle Chen had closed his eyes as soon as he arrived at the door of the medical center.
He stretched out a finger tremblingly and put it on Uncle Chen's nostrils, but he couldn't feel any breath coming out. He touched the tendons on Uncle Chen's neck and couldn't feel the beating of the blood.
Tears burst out of his eyes uncontrollably. He held Uncle Chen tightly in his arms and rushed into the hospital.
"Master Nan, he is already dead." The old master at the medical center shook his head.
"No, he's not dead, you can definitely save him!"
Xing Nan did not wipe away the tears on his face. He insisted: "As long as you can save him, I will give you as many gold coins as you want!"
The old master still shook his head and sighed: "Master Nan, people cannot be resurrected after death, so please show your condolences."
Another person close to him left him, and even though Xing Nan had lived two lives, he still felt like he was about to fall into madness.
He didn't go crazy, but quietly carried Uncle Chen's body back to the small yard.
Uncle Chen left some gold coins, and Xing Nan used these gold coins to buy a coffin and a set of mourning clothes for himself.
Wearing linen mourning clothes and a white silk ribbon on his head, he carried the coffin out of the city at dawn the next day.
At this moment, the city gate had just opened, and it was freezing cold weather. Naturally, there were very few pedestrians on the street, but some people recognized him.
"Third brother, isn't this that trash from Xing Nan?"
"Eh? It seems like it's really him. Isn't he at Xue's house? Why is he carrying a coffin out of the city?"
"Should we go back and report to the head of the family first?"
"It's too late to go back now. By the time I finish reporting, he will have been out of the city for a long time. It will definitely be difficult to find him again."
"What should we do?"
"Of course, follow him now. He is just a third-grade warrior. How can we, two eighth-grade warriors, be afraid of him?"
As soon as Xing Nan left the city, he found two people following him. He also knew those two people and knew their cultivation level, so he walked quickly towards the Xing family's ancestral graves without changing his expression.
"Fourth, this loser is only a third-grade warrior. He can run so fast while carrying such a heavy coffin!"
"Yes, he must have discovered us, but he doesn't seem to be afraid at all. He seems to be much bolder than before!"
"Never mind him. Anyway, the head of the family has made an explanation. Whenever he comes out of the city, he will find an uninhabited place outside the city and kill him!"
"Haha, we two brothers were lucky this time. We happened to catch him out of the city. It really fulfilled the old saying, the early bird catches the worm!"
Xing Nan ignored the two Luo family members and didn't even look back. He just hurried on and stopped in front of a hill after an hour.
This hill is where the Xing family's ancestral cemetery is located. After their death, the Xing family members were buried at the foot of this hill.
Although Uncle Chen is not a relative of the Xing family, he is more loyal to the Xing family than the real Xing family. Xing Nan feels that Uncle Chen is qualified to rest in the cemetery of the Xing family.
It was such a cold weather, so early in the morning, in such a deserted mountain, and naturally there wasn't even a ghost around.
The two Luo family warriors looked around, then quickly rushed towards Xing Nan with ferocious smiles on their faces, apparently ready to take action directly.
Xing Nan put down Uncle Chen's coffin, squinted his eyes and said to the two Luo brothers who were coming in a hurry: "Who knows, the early worm will be eaten by the bird!"