The border of Dragon Kingdom, the top of Fuhu Mountain.
Two figures looked at each other in the distance between the clouds and mist.
One man was wearing a thin green shirt, holding a Qingfeng sword in his sleeves. He looked proud and indifferent as he looked ahead.
The other man was wearing a black robe, holding a long black sword that swallowed up the clouds in the mountains, and a red scabbard hung on his back.
"Aojian, I still win!"
Drops of blood slipped from the wrist of the green-shirted figure. The hand holding the sword loosened at this moment, and the Qingfeng sword fell to the ground with a bang.
"In the duel with your father that year, I accidentally killed him. It was my fault. I understand your desire for revenge, but your swordsmanship talent is still inferior to mine. Even if I give you ten more years, or
So what if it takes twenty years, you will never be my opponent after all." The man in black robe looked at Ao Jian and spoke with a complicated expression.
"God...talent?" A look of pain gradually appeared on the face of the man from Qingshan, Furui Fubo.
Thinking of how hard he practiced swordsmanship for revenge, abandoned his wife and daughter, and became obsessed with swordsmanship, but in the end it was all in vain.
Ao Jian's heart was filled with unwillingness. He raised his head again, with a ferocious expression on his face. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the Qingfeng sword suddenly floated up and was held tightly in his hand.
"Come again!"
Blossoming green lotus sword flowers bloomed on the top of the mountain, breaking through the clouds and mist, and sharp sword blades shot out.
"Aojian, your sword heart is unstable. If you continue to fight, you may stray into the wrong path of swordsmanship!"
As he spoke, the man in black robe pointed his long sword forward, and a huge sword shadow emerged, covering him. Although the sword energy was arrogant outside, the inside was as stable as a mountain.
"Ah! Die!"
At this time, Ao Jian's eyes were red and he was completely in a state of madness. He kept waving the sword and the demonic nature in his heart continued to increase.
"Boom!"
A crisp sound sounded, and the sword energy on the mountaintop seemed to have no source, all collapsed, and the Qingfeng sword also broke at this moment.
Ao Jian's figure fell to his knees with a thud and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Alas~ Aojian, although you are obsessed with swords, you have become completely possessed now. It is time to turn around and abandon the sword!"
Ao Jian did not reply this time, but stared blankly at the broken sword, as if his mind had been drained.
"Alas~"
Wu Wuqing sighed again, put away the black sword and turned around to leave.
The clouds and mist on the mountain top shrouded again, but Aojian still stared at the sword blankly, like a puppet that had lost its mind.
...
A year later, the drizzle continued, and the figure of Ao Jian reappeared on the streets of the old town paved with bluestone roads.
His figure walked out of the town along the path, walking on the muddy ground towards the mountain.
When he reached the top of the mountain, Aojian glanced at the two tombstones that were close to each other and almost covered by weeds from a distance, then turned and left again.
Infatuated with swordsmanship, the sword is his life. He lost too much in order to practice swordsmanship. Even though the death of his wife and daughter made him miserable, he still felt pain and he never regretted it.
Since he was born as a sword, he was given the name Proud Sword!
This is what his father told him, and he has been working hard for it.
But at this time, Ao Jian was completely confused.
His father was accidentally killed in a duel with Wu Qing, but now even though he has given up everything for the sword, he is still no match for him.
He didn't know where to go next, nor where to pursue the illusory and supreme swordsmanship.
With confusion and decadence, Aojian just kept walking, walking, without direction or goal, just wanting to find the supreme swordsmanship in his heart.
On this day, Ao Jian, who was out of his mind and with disheveled hair, leaned against a corner of the street with a dejected expression.
At this time, two young men walked past him:
"Hey, you know, yesterday the demolition office and the guardian angel had another fight in the wild. There was a swordsman who played crazy fighting and was invincible. His swordsmanship must be a super master in reality. I really want to worship him as my teacher.
,Learn swordsmanship..."
Hearing this, Ao Jian's turbid eyes, which had been huddled in the corner, gradually lit up. He suddenly stood up, appeared in front of the young man who spoke, and reached out to grab his arm.
"Master of swordsmanship? Where is he! Tell me where he is!"
"Ah, your scratching hurts me." The young man's face turned red with pain, and he slapped Ao Jian on his arm.
"Tell me where the master of swordsmanship is!"
"Zheng Zhan Online, in the Zheng Zhan Online game, his name is Mu Jiuge..."
...
This was Aojian's first time coming into contact with a virtual device. After getting dressed awkwardly, he put on the virtual helmet and entered the battle online.
Seeing the almost real world in front of him, Ao Jian was shocked in his heart.
He has lived in a remote ancient town since he was a child, practiced swordsmanship since he was a child, and has been obsessed with swordsmanship. This is the first time he has come into contact with such high-tech equipment.
Fortunately, there are game guidelines for everything like creating characters. Following the control steps, he chose to fight wildly with a sword and officially started the game.
Aojian, who has reached the subtle realm of swordsmanship, has a deeper sense of reality and illusion than other players. He even doubts that everything in front of him is real.
But he only had one purpose, which was to find Mu Jiuge and learn his swordsmanship.
He didn't kill a single wild monster during this process, he just kept asking and then searching.
After spending most of the day, he finally met Mu Jiuge from the demolition office meeting.
"I want to challenge you!" This was the first sentence Aojian said.
Looking at the level 0 on Aojian's head, Mu Jiuge smiled and shook his head: "Come back when your level is higher!"
"Don't you dare? Jian Xin will always move forward, you are not worthy of sword practice!" Hearing Mu Jiuge's rejection, Ao Jian shook his head in disappointment and turned to leave.
Mu Jiuge is also a sword-mad person in reality. When he heard Ao Jian's words, a surge of anger surged in his heart:
"It's not your turn to say whether I am worthy or not. I am arrogant and arrogant. If you want to fight, then I will accompany you!"
This time Ao Jian's face showed a smile, he turned around and raised the initial sword.
Unlike other players, the weapons Mu Jiuge bought in the mall were also long swords, instead of choosing large weapons such as giant swords and expansion axes that had the greatest increase in professional battles against mad warriors.
There was a 26-level difference in level between the two, but just after they met, Mu Jiuge was completely stunned.
The swordsmanship and movement techniques performed by Aojian were not at all like any swordsmanship school he had come into contact with. They were completely invisible, as if what he was fighting was just a sword, a murderous sword with a sharp edge.
In just three rounds, Ao Jian stabbed him more than ten times with the long sword in his hand, but he didn't even touch Ao Jian with one sword.
If it weren't for his high level, good attributes, and defensive protective equipment, Mu Jiuge believed that he would have been defeated.
