In the dojo, sword balls flew rapidly, blood splashed everywhere, and human figures flew up and down, colliding and reuniting, and fell into a fierce fight.
There was a mess all around, cabinet shelves were toppled and broken, armors, sword targets, and swordsmanship secret books were scattered all over the floor. Without even looking at it, Zhikari held up the ecstasy silk and used small body skills along the way to avoid it like walking through flowers and trees.
Fighting groups everywhere quickly sneaked into the inner chamber of the dojo. The Yarrow people had already discovered that the supreme secret of the flying sword technique was hidden here.
Two disciples of the Kenmaru Hitenryu guarded the door. Kenmaru danced with cold light, like a tight barrier, firmly blocking out the city guards who rushed into the inner room, making it difficult to move forward.
Zhi Shou's true thoughts moved slightly, and the ecstasy thread floated into the battle circle, hanging among the people, and a dark red light flashed. The carp people's movements all stagnated, their expressions were confused, and they muttered numbly: "Grass Mud Horse." Zhikarizhen took advantage of the situation and passed through the crowd and rushed into the inner room. After a few breaths, everyone finally reacted. The expressions of the two disciples of Kenmaru Hitenryu changed greatly. They wanted to turn back and pursue them, but they were tightly entangled by the city guards and escaped.
No. Many city guards were covered in blood, with their intestines and stomachs pierced, but they were still fearless and fearless, launching waves of crazy offensives, as if they could not feel the pain at all.
With a soft "click" sound, the yarrow man opened the colorful gold box enshrined in the inner room, took out a colorful bubble, and handed it to Zhikarizhen as if he were offering a treasure.
The blisters are about the size of a human head, expanding and contracting rhythmically like breathing. The tentacles are flexible and thick, tingling slightly, exuding the sharp energy of hardware. It is the supreme secret code of Kenmaru Hitenryu, and can only be obtained by the heirs of the dojo.
Pass.
"Put this thing close to your heart and it will be passed down." Mengmeng said happily.
Zhikarizhen grabbed the blister and pressed it on his chest. "Thump-thump-thump" the blister couldn't help expanding and contracting, and gradually matched the rhythm of the heart beat. When the two synchronized, the blister burst with a "pop", and Zhikari
Karuma's heart suddenly twitched, and countless scenes of practicing flying swords flashed one by one. The most bizarre thing is that this flying sword inheritance seems to pass through the heart and directly transform into the body's instinct, clear and complete, and will never be seen again.
Forget.
Tens of breaths later, Zhikarizhen used the Fascination Silk to clear the way, passed through the siege, and sneaked into the Flowing Light Sword Technique Dojo. He succeeded in inheriting the water bubble again, and then turned to the Shadow Sword Technique Dojo without stopping. The Fascination Thread was much shorter than before.
If it is used several times, it will become invalid.
Zhikarizhen had already made a plan, provoking internal strife among these carp people, which would not only force the mastermind behind the scenes to show up, but also take the opportunity to seize the secrets of the major sword halls. He had no time to slowly learn the sword, and the white jade dice in the sea became more and more familiar.
It is blurry, as if it will disappear at any time, and there is not much time left in the Tianhe world.
"Boom!" The air wave exploded, sword light flew, and thunderous clashes resounded all around. Shikari turned his head to look, and in mid-air, the figures of the golden-bearded carp and the city lord fighting fiercely separated suddenly. The city lord spat.
Blood fell from the air, cracks visible to the naked eye opened on the two long swords, and fragments peeled off from the blades.
"The victory has been decided. City Lord, please come back." The golden-bearded carp man's body turned upside down, and a sword light turned into a sword ball and flew to his feet. The sword light rolled like waves, holding the golden-bearded carp man firmly on his feet.
High altitude.
The city lord propped his sword on the ground and stared at the golden-bearded carp man, blood mixed with rain dripping from the carp's beard. "Whoever wants to stop me will die!" He bared his teeth and roared, his body quickly disappeared, and his sword energy was like a violent wave.
The waves entangled the two swords, and the rainwater was swept into the ripples of the sword energy, forming an ever-growing rotating water column.
"Are you crazy? Do you really want to fight to the death?" The golden-bearded carp man was filled with suspicion and anger, and his sword was spinning rapidly. Could it be that the other party was possessed by something evil, otherwise how could he be so vicious?
Threads of black mist seeped out from the waves of sword energy, "Eat you!" The black mist surged and roared like a beast into the air.
"You asked for this!" the golden-bearded carp man said angrily, opened his mouth and swallowed the sword pill, and instantly disappeared, his whole body turned into a human-shaped sword pill, like a slowly turning bright moon, with a cold light overflowing, emitting
A deafening roar.
The body of a carp turned into a sword! Zhikari hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to go to the dojo first or stay to watch this peak kendo duel. "Buzz--" The sword pouch on his waist suddenly vibrated, and dark patterns appeared like
The water lights up like waves.
"Bang!" Adao's figure flew out from the sword hall like a projectile, fell heavily to the ground, rolled several times, and was covered in mud.
"Hey, it's the kid who took the blame!" Mengmeng shouted, "He's lucky, and he's not dead yet."
Zhikarizhen looked through the crowd. Adao turned over with difficulty, stretched out his trembling hands to support the ground, and slowly stood up with his knees bent. "Master's...sword hall..." He looked pale and staggered.
Walking towards the gate of the sword hall, blood gurgled out from the corners of his mouth and dyed the skirt of his clothes red.
"Bang!" A carp warrior was knocked away by the city guard's sword and hit diagonally inward. Adao fell to the ground again, his mouth hit the ground hard, and blood splashed out along the broken teeth.
The sword pouch vibrated more violently. Zhikari Zhen pressed the sword pouch, trying to suppress it. However, the harder he tried, the harder it became to hold it down, as if an unruly force was about to rush out from inside.
Adao lay on the ground and raised his head little by little. Rain kept dripping from his eyelids. The door of the sword hall was blurry as if it was shaking, and it was as far away as if it were above the Milky Way.
But Tianhe never belonged to him.
He doesn't belong to Tianhe either.
Adao gritted his teeth, grabbed the ground with his fingers, and crawled forward with difficulty. He was really useless, and he couldn't even defend the master's last sword hall. The sharp impact of the sword blades came from all directions, and the chasing city guards came from him.
He stepped on his back, and the attacking carp warriors also stepped on his back. He coughed and vomited blood, like a carp leaving the lake, twitching in pain on the dry shore.
Zhikarizhen's expression suddenly changed, his palm was suddenly bounced away by the sword pouch, and invisible force rushed out, like an unstoppable roaring sound wave.
Adao bent his knees and moved forward little by little. The monkey spirit was right, he was a waste. His cheeks rubbed against the rough ground, and muddy water flowed into his mouth, which was bitter and salty.
Zhikarizhen took a deep look at Adao and tightened her grip on the sword hilt. Mengmeng could sense the young man's murderous intent. But after a moment, she saw Zhikarizhen let go of the sword's hilt.
The sword pouch floated up on its own, turning into circles of gray and mysterious water patterns that spread out like ripples.
"This is probably the legendary Horcrux. It is known as the treasure of Taoist and Demonic sects. Even the first-class aristocratic families in Dajin may not be able to own one." Zhikarizhen looked at the rippling water patterns and praised softly.
.Books in the Hou Mansion record that weapons and magic weapons with souls are called Horcruxes. They can also be regarded as a special group of people, with infinite power and their own magical powers. They can transform into human forms, listen, speak, walk and move like humans.
Feel joy, anger, sadness, and joy. Because Horcruxes have independent souls, they are extremely difficult to subjugate.
"Then why don't you..." Mengmengda glanced at Adao maliciously.
Zhikarizhen said calmly: "Horcruxes have the pride of being Horcruxes, and I also have mine."
A man in gray clothes quietly emerged from the ripples. His face was ordinary, and his gray eyes were like the sky before dawn. The man in gray clothes took a step forward, crossed a distance of tens of feet, and came to Adao.
Adao smiled miserably and grabbed the rocky threshold of the sword hall. His face was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
Even if I die, I will die in the sword hall.
"Adao." The man in gray leaned down and looked at the young man quietly. The silent sound of the sword rang out from his body, and the approaching carp people were broken into pieces and turned into powder of flesh and blood.
"You are..." Adao looked at the man in gray blankly. He had never seen him before, but he felt indescribably familiar and had been with him for many years.
"From the day you were adopted by the master and entered the sword hall, you didn't like practicing swordsmanship." The man in gray even spoke in an ordinary voice, "You don't like swords at all. But every time, the swordsman in the sword hall
You maintain and clean the sword. Even if there is a little dust on the floor, you will wipe it clean. Why do you do this? Why do you still stay here? Why would you rather die than die in the sword hall?"
Adao buried his head and suddenly burst into tears.
"Adao, what you are doing is actually kendo." The man in gray smiled gently, "Kendo is limited to kendo, but kendo is not limited to kendo? What does it matter if you don't like practicing swords? Not all swords
, must be held in hand."
"I..."
"But Adao, Li must have his own sword. Whether it is held in his hand or in his heart."
"Yes." When Adao saw the shattered sword hall, tears welled up again.
"Dayin Xisheng, the real sword has no skills, you have done a good job." The man in gray helped Adao, with a solemn expression, "You have won my respect. My name is Xisheng, and I am willing to share the ancient sword pouch with you.
Make a soul covenant."
Adao opened his mouth in confusion: "I, I don't quite understand. Are you... are you the sword bag?"
Xi Sheng nodded silently, stretched out his left ring finger, dipped a little blood on the wound on Adao's forehead, and touched it between his eyebrows.
The bright red blood seeped into Xi Sheng's skin and disappeared. Suddenly, A Dao felt an intimate feeling of being connected to the other person's mind and body.
"With the oldest blood oath of the Horcrux, and the Tianhe River as the witness, from now on you and I will share the honor and disgrace, and the good and the bad!" The man in gray suddenly turned into a sword pouch, suspended it in front of the young man, and uttered a sacred and simple voice, "Human
Where the sword remains, a man dies with a sword!"
Adao slowly turned his head and stared blankly at the sword hall. He hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand tremblingly, held the sword pouch, and tightened his grip on something he thought he would never like to hold in his life.
"The sword is with the man, but the sword dies and the man dies!" He raised his head, tears streaming down his face, the waves of the Milky Way sparkling in his pupils.