Chapter 004 Invincible Dao of the Sword Made of Blood
"From today onwards, I will officially teach you the way of swordsmanship."
In the yard in front of the Main Hall, the sword demon stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly.
"My kendo only has one word, fight!"
"Master once traveled nine days with one man and one sword, defeating all the swordsmen in the world."
"I know many sword techniques, but I can only teach you one."
He slowly raised his right hand, condensing a bloody sword in his hand.
Fang Ling looked at this bloody sword and felt that he was in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and was extremely horrified.
My body didn't feel like I was moving back, and I even almost fell down.
"The sword technique is called Blood Sword, and the sword is made with blood!" the sword demon said calmly.
"This sword art is very simple to practice. All you need to do is kill people."
"Use the enemy's blood to refine your own blood sword."
"The stronger the person who sacrifices the sword, the greater his improvement in sword skills, so the master only killed masters back then."
"The one I am showing you now is only one ten thousandth of my power."
"If you were to face my master's natal blood sword now, you would be crushed to pieces by the murderous aura escaping from the blood sword!"
"Everything is difficult at the beginning. The training process of Blood Sword is very simple, but getting started is not easy."
"Many people cannot pass the test of condensing the natal blood sword."
"It's not that you need high qualifications or strong physique, but you need to have pure killing intent!"
"Condensing the killing intention and blending it with one's own Qi and blood, the blood sword can be made."
"Don't you always want to leave Hanshan Temple?"
"When you condense your natal blood sword, master will let you go down the mountain!"
"Really?" Fang Ling was overjoyed when he heard this.
He has been staying in such a small temple for these years and has long wanted to go down the mountain to have a look.
"Of course." Sword Demon nodded.
Then he raised his hand, pointed at Fang Ling, and taught him the sword technique.
Fang Ling was very motivated, so after getting the sword technique in the morning, he concentrated on it.
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In the evening, back mountain.
Sword Demon and Zhao Manzi stood on the cliff, looking at the sunset in the distance.
Fang Ling is not the only one who longs for freedom, they have been suffering for 30,000 years.
The sun is setting in the west and will go down the mountain soon.
The two of them turned around and prepared to go back to their rooms to practice.
But at this time, Fang Ling ran over happily, kicking his feet.
"Master Sword, I have condensed my natal blood sword!" he shouted.
When the sword demon heard this, he frowned.
Zhao Manzi on the side also looked at him and asked: "When did you teach him?"
"Today at noon..." the sword demon muttered.
He looked at Fang Ling and said, "Now that you've finished practicing, let's show it to my teacher."
"Yeah!" Fang Ling nodded, then raised his right hand in a decent manner.
The little baby who originally seemed innocent and innocent suddenly changed his temperament.
Brutal and violent murderous aura emerged from his body, and an evil dark red blood sword appeared in his hand.
Although this murderous aura is not strong, it is extremely violent and seems to destroy everything.
After the three old monks practicing elsewhere in the temple noticed this evil aura, they immediately came to the back mountain.
"Master, this is the natal blood sword I condensed!" Fang Ling said, "It should be considered a success, right?"
"Not bad." The sword demon nodded slightly.
"Then can I go down the mountain?" Fang Ling asked in surprise.
The sword demon smiled: "Okay, I agree with you going down the mountain."
"But... I just agree. As for whether your other masters agree or not, I don't know."
Although Fang Ling was young, he had a very good mind and immediately realized that he had been deceived.
"Master Jian, you are so mean!"
"I don't care, I just want to go down the mountain."
"Master Jian, didn't you say that you are the strongest among all my masters?"
"If the other masters don't agree with me coming down the mountain, just beat them up until they agree."
He was like a little steel cannon, beeping and saying.
"Sword Demon, you are a bit arrogant." The flower thief chuckled.
"I admit that your sword is very strong, but you can't defeat me!"
"First of all, I never said this at all, don't be fooled by this bastard." Sword Demon said calmly.
"Secondly, if you have the guts to use the magic technique to fight me head-on, I want to see how many swords you can block."
Flower Thief: "If you don't let me use magic, then I'll give you a slap in the face!"
Zhao Manzi also glanced over and said with slight dissatisfaction: "Sword Demon, it seems that the winner was not decided yet in our battle back then, right?"
"How dare you say that you are the strongest among the five of us."
"How about we try again now? See if your sword can break through my body."
"Okay, don't be so naive." The old monk said.
"Little Fang Ling, when you grow older, we will let you go down the mountain. Don't think about it now."
"Go back and practice obediently. If you learn all our skills as soon as possible, you will be able to go down the mountain earlier."
"Oh..." Fang Ling listened to the old monk's words the most. Hearing what he said, he had no choice but to go back to his room in a depressed mood.
After he left, the four of them looked at the sword demon in unison.
The sword demon secretly took a deep breath and said, "Really, I just passed the blood sword to him today."
Because practicing the Blood Sword requires constantly arousing the intention to kill, it can easily affect your character.
Therefore, they unanimously decided not to let Fang Ling practice for now.
She was afraid that Fang Ling would be affected by the devil's heart while practicing and become a monster who only knew how to kill.
"Although the consciousness of the Demon Ancestor's Heart has been erased, it is still a demon's heart."
"Affected by this heart, his character is also inevitable...that's why he was able to condense such an extremely evil blood sword!" the sword demon speculated.
"Maybe!" The old monk nodded, "Fortunately, I taught him a lot on weekdays."
"This will allow him to suppress the madness in his heart and not become a monster."
"You old monk, you really put yourself in a good position, we are better teachers than you!" Hua Thief snorted.
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That night, Fang Ling tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
He sat up and punched his chest several times.
"It's so itchy! It itches me to death!"
Two bones near his chest suddenly itched, making it difficult for him to sleep.
These two bones were the same ones that were dug up and reborn after he was a child.
He could feel strange runes surging on his bones, but he couldn't understand them at all.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked forward, feeling that someone was coming!
The visitor entered the room quietly, and under the moonlight Fang Ling could see his face clearly.
"Master Manzi!" He was puzzled at first, then overjoyed.
"You came just in time, I feel..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong.
Normally, Master Manzi gives people a kind of honest and honest feeling.
But now, he looks like a monster, his eyes are very scary.
He also opened his mouth, revealing a set of inhumanly sharp teeth.
"Little Fang Ling...you smell so good!"
"Can you let Master take a few bites?"
"Master, I really can't bear it anymore!"
Tick-tock, tick-tock, drool couldn't stop flowing from the corner of Zhao Manzi's mouth and falling to the ground.
Fang Ling was so frightened that he screamed and ran out of the way.
Zhao Manzi immediately chased him and knocked him to the ground.
"Just one bite, Master, just take one bite!" Zhao Manzi stuck out his tongue and said crazily.
"But if I accidentally eat you all in one bite, I can't blame Master!"
"Help!" Fang Ling, who was pushed down, had no power to resist and could only shout loudly.
Zhao Manzi grabbed Fang Ling and was about to put it into his mouth.
At this critical moment, the old monk and others arrived.
"This guy is sick again..."
The flower thief glanced at the ferocious-looking Zhao Manzi with a look of helplessness, and quickly rescued Fang Ling from his hands.
"Quick! Let's work together to suppress him first!" the old monk said hurriedly, with the Buddha's light shining behind him.
After several people spent a lot of effort, they suppressed Zhao Manzi.
Fang Ling, who was hiding aside, was frightened.
He always thought that other masters were joking when they said Master Manzi liked to eat people, but he didn't expect it to be true!