Xue Xiaoren established a killer organization and killed many people, which can be said to be a heinous crime.
But he generously untied Xue Pan, a beautiful and talented person, and allowed him to become a disciple of Feng Zhou.
Feng Zhou has clear grudges, so of course he doesn't want to owe him a favor.
Otherwise, the thoughts will not be clear.
However, this does not mean that Feng Zhou will let go of this killer organization that cares little about human life.
Of course, if Xue Xiaoren is willing to follow him to fight Japanese pirates and pirates, and is willing to disband the killer organization, then Feng Zhou is still willing to give him a way out.
Xue Yiren has been at the top for forty years. If he wants Xue Xiaoren to surpass his brother in a short time, no matter how much swordsmanship he practices, it is impossible for him to master swordsmanship in a short time, whether it is the Sunflower Book or the "Flying Immortal from Heaven".
The realm reaches its peak.
When his martial arts reaches Xue Xiaoren's level, he already knows all the swordsmanship in the world. Even if he doesn't know Tai Chi swordsmanship or Bodhidharma swordsmanship, he can still defeat the opponent according to his own level.
Therefore, what Xue Xiaoren really needs to improve is his sword intent.
It is the sword intention that allows him to transform from quantitative to qualitative changes.
And this kind of sword power can only be achieved by Dugu Nine Swords.
As Linghu Chong's uncle, Feng Zhou personally gave him moves. It would not be easy to get the Dugu Nine Swords from Linghu Chong.
But this kind of sword technique is too powerful. The so-called technique cannot be taught lightly and cannot be taught casually.
Moreover, Xue Xiaoren has a problem with his character.
Under great pressure from the outside world and inside, I actually sought psychological comfort by pretending to be crazy and forming a shady organization.
Doesn't he know the wise saying "The fist comes out of Shaolin, the sword comes out of Huashan"?
If he had been willing to lower his head seven or eight years ago and worship himself, a master of the Huashan sect, as his teacher, how could he still be pretending to be crazy until now?
You know, there are many paths in life, but the most important ones are two or three steps.
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Five or six days passed in a flash.
Xuejiazhuang.
After Feng Zhou and Xue Xiaoren left, there was no more news.
Xue Yiren was very concerned about his younger brother, but his face was calm and content, not showing it at all.
However, over the years, Xue Xiaoren has disappeared from time to time for a few days, and he has become accustomed to it.
On this day, he moved a very comfortable chair and sat under the shade of a tree in the backyard with his eyes closed and meditative.
At the same time, I was thinking about Feng Zhou’s words.
As a top master in the martial arts world, the swordsman of the Huashan School who destroyed Wanfu Wanshou Garden, what means can he have to teach Xue Xiaoren about his martial arts and restore his sanity?
Xue Yiren was very curious and looking forward to it.
If you want to restore Xue Xiaoren's sanity, you must first bring Xue Xiaoren's martial arts to its peak.
However, with Xue Yiren's knowledge and experience, it is really difficult to imagine what kind of method Feng Zhou would use.
At this moment, an extremely calm voice suddenly sounded: "Xue Yiren."
The tone was straightforward, and the voice came out of nowhere, as if it came from beyond the clouds in the sky, like the gods in the sky looking down on the people, with a hint of indifference.
It was as if he didn't take Xue Yiren seriously at all.
Xue Yiren didn't follow the sound at all.
Because he knows what kind of person he is.
Dressed in black, with long hair, and a face as white as frost, holding a sharp sword, he stood under a maple tree.
With extremely fierce murderous intent.
That person practices killing swords.
Xue Yiren sighed inwardly.
He knows who the other party is...
Because the other party appears almost every few months.
Every time I come here, I just fight with Xue Yi people.
Although the opponent has improved every battle, it is obvious that he is still one level behind him.
If this person appears again, it will be just another battle.
Xue Yiren stood up slowly, looked at the man, and said calmly: "Your Excellency is here."
There was a hint of desolation in his voice, as if he was a layman living in seclusion in the maple forest. As soon as he stood up, a layer of chilling feeling enveloped him!
Sword energy!
This is the sword energy possessed by the best swordsman in the world. At this moment, it is powerful and permeates the air.
The sword energy is generated and the cold light moves, and this is where the murderous aura in the world comes from.
A few maple leaves slowly fell to the ground, and suddenly they seemed to be blown into pieces by a gust of wind.
"Such a sharp sword energy. As expected of Xue Yi." The man said calmly.
"Since you appeared five years ago, you have said this before every battle." Xue Yiren said coldly.
"Really?" the man said: "But I promise, this is the last time I say this."
"Oh?" Xue Yiren said with a hint of coldness in the corner of his eyes: "You won't come again in the future?"
"That's right." The man nodded: "I will definitely kill you in this battle, so you won't have to come again in the future."
"Just you?" Xue Yiren's eyes have returned to calm.
He held a sword next to the chair in his hand. The sword was very long. It seemed to be three to four inches longer than those commonly used in Jianghu. The sword was unsheathed and had no tassel. His sword was neither for decoration nor for decoration.
nice.
His sword is for killing people.
The iron-blue sword glowed with a faint green light. Even though the man was several feet away, he could already feel the eerie chill coming from the sword.
But the man smiled: "Although your sword is strong, your momentum has not weakened, and your physical strength has not weakened, I still have a chance to defeat you."
Xue Yiren said: "Okay! Then you wait to receive the move."
"good!"
The man said in his mouth, already holding the hilt of the sword.
At this moment, Xue Yiren turned into a sharp sword, and the sword light lit up like lightning. In an instant, he struck six swords at the man's shoulders, chest, waist, and legs.
His moves don't seem to have anything special, but they are incredibly fast. When these six swords are thrust out, one sword actually seems to turn into six swords.
"Choke" a dragon roared, the man's sharp sword was unsheathed, and the sword was like lightning, but the sword was crooked, it seemed slow but it was fast, winding forward, not knowing where to attack?
Xue Yiren's swordsmanship is like the water of the Yangtze River, flowing continuously for thousands of miles without giving anyone a chance to breathe.
But the opponent stabbed out with his sword and cleverly attacked Xue Yiren's wrist.
Looking at his sword movement, it didn't look like he was attacking on his own initiative, but more like Xue Yiren had taken the initiative to bump into him.
"Interesting!" Xue Yiren snorted coldly and returned his sword to block.
The man turned the sword head and stabbed his right shoulder. The sword was powerful and wonderful, as if an invisible sword energy shone on him, and he seemed to have turned into a sword.
In terms of internal strength, that person is not as powerful as Xue Yiren's sword energy and murderous aura.
But his sword was so ingenious that it was so wonderful that even Xue Yiren couldn't help but shout "Okay!"
However, Xue Yiren's hands were not idle. While retreating, he raised his sword and blocked the opponent's attack. When he was defuse the opponent's offensive, he thought: "I have only attacked but not defended my whole life. How can I not fight for the lead here?"
Immediately, the sword was like lightning and stabbed into the opponent's lower abdomen.
This move is effective in defense, extremely powerful and extremely fast.
But the man seemed to be convinced by his own reaction. He turned his body slightly to the side, tilted his sword with his backhand, and already cut into Xue Yiren's arm.
Xue Yiren couldn't help being shocked and took a few steps back.
Because the sword strike he just made was an exquisite move of his swordsmanship. As long as the opponent deserved this move, the follow-up moves would come in a steady stream. At that time, the sword light would be as dense as a sheet of light, and no one would be able to see any gaps.
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However, the opponent actually found a chance to win from an impossible place, causing all of Xue Yiren's plans to come to nothing.
However, I never expected that the opponent would ignore it and continue to attack with all their strength, and wherever they attacked, they would find flaws that even Xue Yiren could not imagine.
After that, the man struck with one sword after another, attacking one hundred and eight times without stopping. Xue Yiren blocked the left and right, resisted the front and rear, and defended so tightly that it seemed that even water could not be poured in. It was really tight and unruly.
However, the two of them fought 108 moves, and Xue Yiren defended for more than 40 moves, but was unable to take a single move to counterattack.
This is not only something he has never done in his life, but also something he has never thought about in his life.
Xue Yiren was shocked.
You must know that he just used the "dead wood to spring" move with the intention of attacking hard, but the opponent faced the difficulty and actually found a good opportunity from the sharpest point of his attack to counterattack, forcing Xue Yiren to retreat again.
"Could it be that the strongest point of my swordsmanship is actually my weak point?"
Thinking of this, Xue Yiren felt horrified.
When masters compete with each other, how can there be any hesitation?
After Xue Yiren neutralized the opponent's move, he moved slightly slowly, but saw the opponent's wrist flick, and the tip of the sword passed through the range of Xue Yiren's sword, pointing directly at Xue Yiren's throat.
Xue Yiren came to his senses instantly and swung his sword to hit him. There was a "pop" sound, but the sword blade hit the opponent's arm flatly.
But the tip of the opponent's sword has already reached Xue Yiren's throat!
Although Xue Yiren's inner strength is extremely deep, the opponent is also full of zhenqi. His sword just slapped his arm flatly. Even if he used twelve percent of his zhenqi, he might not be able to break his arm. However, the opponent's sword hit him flatly.
Just a little touch would be enough to kill him.
In the flash of lightning, a thought flashed through Xue Yiren's mind: "My life is at stake!"