Lincheng Huamo Chapter 38: The sword is divided vertically and horizontally
Facing the top three Zong Hengzi on the Qingfeng Ranking, Zhong Xihou clenched the sword in his hand and pressed his right hand on the hilt of the Wuyu Sword: "I'm very strange, why so many people like to wear masks and hide their faces
Buried under an ugly mask."
King Jinling laughed and looked up to the sky. His laughter was like the sound of wind, but it sounded like the old prince was not feeling well that day. He was old, and he did not even dare to laugh with all his heart.
"That's because there are too many people wearing masks in this world, and these people wearing masks will use this mask to get close to you, making you think you can see their hearts."
Zhong Xihou took out his sword, his movements were still slow, and the sound of the sword coming out of the scabbard was long and thin: "Then I wonder if the old prince has been wearing a mask? To everyone?" Zhong Xihou smiled
Just ask.
"No, even on the battlefield, I have never used my armor to protect my face. Zhong Xihou, do you know the most proud and regretful things in this turbulent life of this king?"
Marquis Zhong Xi said nothing. He disdained the old fox, but his majesty and strategy could not be denied.
"What I am most proud of is that I have won this throne."
King Jinling paused, his eyes were red, and his dry eyes were painful: "The most painful thing for me is that I sit on this throne."
Power always makes people fight for it. For a throne, this old fox killed his elder brother and forced his younger brother away. When a person stands at the top that no one can reach, that kind of loneliness always makes people want to stop.
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"Zhong Xihou, your swordsmanship is said to be unrivaled, and you are also the Lord of the Nightless City. I would like to ask you, you are above ten thousand people, have you never felt lonely?"
"Ever since I picked up the sword when I was three years old, I have understood that in a person's life, he should sleep when he is sleepy, eat when he is hungry, and do whatever he should do."
"Hahaha, do what you have to do. To put it simply, today I want to see if you, Zhong Xihou, are capable of making flowers fall all over the sky in the West City."
King Jinling clapped his hands, and the black and white swordsman turned into two lights and shadows, one black and one white, and flew towards Zhong Xihou.
"When Gu was fifteen years old, someone wanted to be the leader of Gu City and sent hundreds of assassins. These people all died in the same alley."
While Zhong Xihou was speaking, his sword had already been unsheathed. The sword was dull and lacked the dazzling red glow it should have.
Tiandixiao struck down from mid-air with a sword, but Zhong Xihou did not move.
The tearful sword stabbed his back, but Zhong Xihou did not move.
He couldn't move, his path had been blocked by these two people.
Zhong Xihou let go of the hand holding the sword, then suddenly held it with his backhand, slashed with the wind, and whispered two words: "Luo Hua!"
But Zhong Xihou also forgot that when facing an enemy in actual combat, what he was most impatient about was someone calling out someone with a sword, wishing everyone in the world had to memorize the names of his moves.
The sword energy of this move did not come from the sword, but from the man, Zhong Xihou.
The sword energy emanating from his body forced the two men to retreat. The world laughed and cried silently, sheathing the sword and retreating.
The boy in white looked at the boy in black. The boy in black was slightly confused and threw out a few beautiful sword flowers. The long-lost excitement could be clearly detected even by weak people like the King of Jinling who had no power to restrain a chicken.
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Perhaps these two people have seen too many swordsmen, but rarely seen one. For a swordsman, his person is just a sword. The old Dragon King stared at Zhong Xihou expressionlessly, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, this man is actually carrying a sword.
bone.
Even though he has a sword and bones and is similar to his brother, it is only similar. Beyond the similarity, there is always a sense of disharmony, but it cannot be explained.
King Jinling clapped his hands: "I defeated Zongheng with one move. It is indeed extraordinary. Zonghengzi, this sword of City Lord Zhong can be regarded as a sword that is so violent that it cannot be held in your hands? It seems that you two
The violence of these two swords is indeed inferior to his, but you may not be able to conquer this violent sword with these two swords."
Zhong Xihou held his sword straight and pointed it at the King of Jinling: "I want to make it clear that the Gu Gang is not you, not Lincheng, and not the world."
"Then I dare to ask what City Master Zhong is helping?"
"How did my master Zhong Nanyan die more than ten years ago?"
"Zhong
I know how Nan Yan died, but I will not tell you."
"I just want to know if Zhong Nanyan's death is related to that painting? Where is that painting?"
A crimson light gradually flashed on Zhong Xihou's sword, and the hands that made the world laugh and cry silently began to tremble. They were so far away from Zhong Xihou.
The long green sword on the back of the boy in black began to tremble slightly, as if it was about to break free from its restraints and come out of its sheath.
"Basically all the people who have seen that painting have died, and so has Zhong Nanyan. I know that you have heard that the pen used to paint that painting was the one I gave to your disciple Shu Nan, the Blue Emperor Jade
The pen and the ink used to paint that painting were the blood shed by the blue dragon beside Qing Emperor when it emerged from the abyss. Likewise, I can also tell you that there is no such painting in the world."
Zhong Xihou was stunned for a moment. There was no such painting? Then where did he know the content of the painting that Zhong Xihou said?
"Whether it's Qing Emperor or Cang Long, I don't care whether it's real or fake. I just want to know how Zhong Nanyan died?"
"There are many people who use swords in the world, now and in the past. There is a Qingfeng list, but you, Zhong Xihou, are not there. Similarly, there are Wuyu swords but no Hengyu swords. Do you know why?"
Zhong Xihou didn't say anything, but Tingyu Sword was still there. However, people in the world didn't know that Tingyu Sword was still there. Wuyu Sword and Tingyu Sword would cause one of the swords to break. The owner of Wuyu Sword was Zhong Nanyan. Is this old fox curious?
Who is the master of Tingyu Sword?
"You are wondering, Wuyu Sword was left to you by Zhong Nanyan, and who left Tingyu Sword. Do you know why Wuyu Sword lost? Wuyu Sword can defeat Hei Wuchang's Wuchang Sword.
But you will be defeated by the Tingyu Sword. Which one is more powerful, your Wuyu Sword or the Tingyu Sword?"
Hearing this, Zhong Xihou put away his sword, and the sword energy around him was withdrawn. Who is the master of Tingyu Sword? He pursed his lips slightly, because he was worrying too much.
The sword was put into the sheath, and his eyes were like the eyes of an eagle, profound and difficult to understand: "Two tigers on a mountain, two dragons on a river, cannot be tolerated."
"The King of Japan wants to tell you one more thing today. Whether it is the Tingyu sword or the Wuyu sword, their swordsmanship is not as good as one person."
Zhong Xihou became interested, and everyone in the world spread rumors that Hei Wuchang was called the Sword Master, but Wuchang Sword was defeated by Wuchang Sword several times.
"My third brother is an unrivaled martial arts prodigy. If his hands had not been disabled by my eldest brother, I am afraid that even the Black Wuchang Wuyu Sword and the Seven-Star Sword would have no place in the sword position."
"There is a legend, old prince, have you passed this legend?" After Zhong Xihou finished speaking, two swords were already placed on his neck. It was Zong Hengzi who smiled silently in the world. "The greatest swordsman is
There is no greater glory than dying by the sword, and no greater sorrow for a swordsman than dying by the sword."
There was blood oozing out of the chest of Tian Di Laughing and Tearing Silently. The two people stepped back, covering their chests and saying nothing.
"I'm curious, do you two have more confidence in yourself or do you look down on Wuyu Sword in Gu's hand? I show mercy to you two, but you two don't try your best."
The King of Jinling didn't say anything, and the world laughed and cried silently. He didn't know when he was injured, and maybe these two people didn't know either.
"If there were all arrogant people like these two in Yi Shuihan, then I would no longer be interested. The two dragons grabbing the pearl is a legend in the world, but these two are dragons, but they are blind.
Dragon." Zhong Xihou jumped up, and there was a pit on the ground where he originally stood, a pit as long as one person wide. Zhong Xihou landed on a stone lamp, his sword still in its sheath.
The person who just unknowingly drew out his sword and scratched Zong Hengzi was the last of the Three Flowers of Wuyu swordsmanship, the Canhua Fengjianjue. The sword energy is like the wind, and the sword moves with the wind, corroding the bones to the bone, making you unaware of life and death.
"This is really a violent and brutal sword." Zhong Xihou looked at the pit with a smile. If his movements were slower than a snap, he would never be able to use the sword again in his life, even if he didn't die.
"You don't need to look for it. I can tell you that the one who wields this sword is Xindu Nu Xiaolei. When the army rises in the future, you can command the entire army in the city."
"If the commander doesn't command your 300,000 troops, I don't care. If I hadn't made an appointment with you in advance, with Gu's temper, I'm afraid that the old prince and the whole world would have died in this courtyard today."
Zhong Xihou was indeed not joking. He had endured it for this matter.
"I want to tell you one more thing. Even if I kill your people, I will kill people who are harmful to you."
Zhong Xihou's movements were as fast as lightning. He pulled out his Wuyu sword in an instant and swung the sword fiercely. The sword cut off the four-person-high tree beside Tiandixiao.
"No matter how disloyal Gu's subordinates are to Gu, it's Gu's own business. How can we allow other people to mess with it blindly?"
The sword wind cut Tiandixiao's sleeve. The next moment, he burst into tears silently. The sword wind surged around his body, and he was just about to take action with a sharp sword.
This cultivation level was suddenly lifted from the Yuanzu realm in just an instant, breaking through the prehistoric times and reaching its peak!
Zhong Xihou couldn't help but be surprised. Zonghengzi, Zonghengzi, was indeed not a general person.
"Now are you willing to use your true skills?"
Slowly lifting the sword, a crimson light gradually emitted from the sword. The sword energy enveloped his whole body, and his whole body was enveloped in thirty-six sword energy.
"Are you interested in seeing what it means to dance with a sword, and what it means to have flowers falling in the west city and a sky covered with frost?"
"What a move, Feng Hu Wu Yu. Do you know how many people Zhong Nanyan killed with one move of Feng Hu Wu Yu in the past?"
Feng Hu Wu Yu, the most powerful thing is to control his own sword energy. The more exquisite his sword skills, the stronger the sword energy and the greater the power he can use. Zhong Xihou can emit one hundred and eight sword energy. If it is said that
, can kill one hundred and eight people with one sword.
"In the past, Zhong Nanyan killed three hundred and twenty-four people with one sword from a hundred steps away. He was a devil on earth, the smiling God of Death."
"Three hundred and twenty-four people, what kind of three hundred and twenty-four people are they?"
"The Northern Yan Army in the Evernight City is known as the Armor-piercing Arrow, but do you know which army was the most valiant in the past ten or twenty years?"
"There are so many armies in the world. How can we say they are the most brave?"
The Jinling King's eyes changed and became hateful: "That army is completely unlike this world. The Blue Armored Army of the former General Han is known as a cold-blooded army. They only obey orders from General Han."
"Zhong Nanyan was also the one who intercepted and killed the prince in the past?"
"I will tell you one more thing. Zhong Nanyan can kill 324 blue-armored warriors with one sword. Do you know who killed Zhong Nanyan?"
"Poisoned..."
King Jinling slammed the table: "Nonsense!"
He stood up, his bloodshot old eyes widened.
"I tell you today that the person who killed Zhong Nanyan was Bai Xiaotian, who had an excellent reputation, and Yan Xiao, who made you think he was your great benefactor. It was these two people who poisoned Zhong Nanyan in despicable ways."
Zhong Xihou's expression did not change. How could he comment on what was true or false based on one sentence?
Yan Xiao? If it were someone else who could surprise me slightly, that would be great.
"Na Gu also tells you that if it is really Yan Xiao and Bai Xiaotian who killed him, these two Gu will make them pay the corresponding price. Is this the answer you want?"
King Jinling sat down again. He coughed violently. He was old and could not withstand excitement.
"In that chaotic era, a chivalrous man like Zhong Nanyan would only succeed in the evil plot when his strength was exhausted. That is considered as apology, and I will teach you a treasure today."
"There are many treasures in Jinling, and snitches from all over the world like to come to Jinling."
King Jinling chuckled: "Those are all the real big snitches, Bai Ying and Hei Yu. They are here. Whatever they want, I can give it to them directly, so there is no need to steal it."
"If the old prince gives you treasures just because these people are famous, how can these people survive in this world in the future?"
"Let's not talk about it anymore. The baby will arrive at the palace tomorrow, and City Master Zhong must be there by then."
"Then please tell the old prince what kind of treasure it is."
"The most passionate sword in the world is Mo Yu."
"That is really a treasure. I will come tomorrow night and bring a guest to see this so-called amorous sword."
"Then I, the king, will be waiting for you."
However, Zhong Xihou was not interested in the sword. He also murmured in his heart, Junior Brother, Junior Brother, let me take a look at it tomorrow night. What kind of sword does the person you care about have?