All Heavens Start with Lu Xiaofeng

Chapter 251 Yan Shisan, Thirteen Deadly Swords

Dense fog and running water.

Di flowers rustle beside the river bank, the river flows silently, and the fog on the river is as thick as smoke.

A faint fire flickered on the river.

Not flare.

It's the fire.

A lone boat, a small red clay stove, flickering flames, illuminated an old man sitting cross-legged on the bow, wearing a green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, and white hair like frost.

There are bursts of bitter and clear fragrance floating in the wind, which is tea and medicine.

The old man had a stick and a knife in his hands—a four-foot stick and a seven-inch knife.

The old man was slowly sharpening the stick with the knife.

The blade was extremely fast, and the knife in his hand was extremely stable.

No one can see how an aging person can have such a pair of stable hands.

The wooden stick was gradually cut into shape, and it was the shape of a sword.

The four-foot-long wooden stick was cut into a three-foot-seven-inch long sword, with a jaw and a blade.

The old man caressed the edge of the sword, and the fire flickered on his face. There was a strange expression on his face, like excitement, but also like fear, nostalgia, and sighing...

The old man held the hilt of the sword and slowly stood up.

The tip of the sword fell, and his hunched body suddenly straightened up.

At this moment, the old man seemed to be a different person.

It was like a sharp sword contained in a dilapidated leather sheath, which was suddenly pulled out, shining with an intriguing edge.

At this moment, the old man also seemed to be shining.

This kind of light made his whole being alive,
The river is floating, and the light boat is floating on the water.

The old man stared at the edge of the sword in his hand, and stabbed out with a fluttering sword.There was no change in this sword, but the change came suddenly, as naturally as flowing water.

This lifeless wooden sword, in the hands of the old man, is like the ax in Lu Ban's hand, and the pen in Xizhi's hand. It not only has life, but also has aura.

He's understated and works well.

Thirteen swords were stabbed out soon.

Every sword is a unparalleled killing move in the world, a chain of moves, every change is filled with endless murderous intentions, one move is followed by another, and one move is better than the other.Even if someone can dodge the first sword, they can't dodge the second sword, the third sword...

This sword technique is extremely vicious, once it is used, the endless murderous aura can overwhelm people.

And when the thirteen swords were pierced, the power of the sword had reached the extreme, as if a volcano was about to erupt.

But at this moment, the old man stopped, and all the changes had disappeared.All the agility has become dull and rigid.

"What a Yan Shisan, what a deadly thirteen swords." By the riverside, at some point, a man in black appeared, standing behind his back, looking at the old man and the sword in his hand with burning eyes. : "However, although the thirteen deadly swords are wonderful, compared with the latter two changes, they are not worth mentioning."

The old man suddenly looked at the man in black, his eyes shone with a light sharper than a knife, and said shyly, "Can you see the last two changes?"

"Of course." The black-clothed man pointed his toes a little, like a slowly rising dark cloud, he had already floated on the light boat: "Let me introduce, my name is Yu Liancheng."

"Yu Liancheng?" The old man murmured, "I have lived in seclusion for seven years, but I don't know that there is such a master as you in the world."

Yu Liancheng looked at the old man, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "I'm afraid that all the masters in the Jianghu would never have imagined that the invincible Yan Shisan seven years ago would look so old."

Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng belonged to the same generation, maybe even younger than Xie Xiaofeng.

But Yan Shisan's current appearance is even older than Xie Xiaofeng's father, Xie Wangsun.

Anyone with a little common sense in the Jianghu knows that the higher the martial arts and the deeper the internal strength, the more it can delay the speed of aging.Among the top masters, there are many people with childlike looks and white hair. If they practice some miraculous skills, they can even make their appearance look the same as when they were young.

But Yan Shisan in front of him seemed to be seven or eighty years old, with gray hair, accumulated wrinkles, exhausted to the extreme, and an unconcealable twilight look all over his body.

Generally speaking, there are three reasons for a martial arts master to have this kind of situation, or he was poisoned.Or experience a great tragedy in a short period of time, and your hair will turn gray overnight.Or it was an accidental failure, and all the pure skills were put into the water.

Yan Shisan was neither of the three, he put all his heart and soul into the No.15 changes, and exhausted his efforts.In addition, the No.15 sword is not tolerated by heaven and earth, and the deduction of this sword will naturally be punished by heaven, so it has become what it is now.

Yan Shisan didn't care about his old body, as long as he could use that sword, it would be worthwhile for him to die immediately.

He looked at Yu Liancheng's well-maintained hands, and suddenly asked, "Are you a swordsman?"

"That's right, and my martial arts and swordsmanship is even higher than that of Xie Xiaofeng." Yu Liancheng suddenly bent down, and fished his arms into the stream, only to hear the sound of "crashing" water, and when he stood up again, the palm of his hand There is already an extra sword.

- water sword.

But it is a sword formed by the condensation of stream water.

There are both sword e and sword edge.

Still glistening with sparkling water.

Yan Shisan's eyes flashed with sharpness, just looking at the kung fu of turning water into a sword, one can tell that the opponent's internal strength is extremely high.

"You used the first thirteen swords, I feel something, let's try the No.14 sword." Yu Liancheng suddenly stabbed forward with the water sword in his hand.

After Yan Shisan used the thirteen deadly swords, the sword and murderous aura on the river were very heavy, like dark clouds covering the sky.But waiting for a sword to stab out, suddenly the dark clouds in the sky were pushed away, and the sun appeared.

But this is not a warm and warm sun, but a sunset as red as blood, a scorching sun that flows like gold and stone.

The entire world suddenly dimmed, showing a doomsday-like silence, and everything in the world seemed to have lost its color because of this sword at this moment.

And after the No.14 sword was stabbed out, all the changes in this sword technique really came to an end, just like a river that has dried up.

Yu Liancheng shook his head, then looked at Yan Shisan with burning eyes and said, "The No.14 sword is already unparalleled in the world, but the essence of the 'Thirteen Swords of Death' lies in the No.15 change. A truly deadly sword."

Yan Shisan's eyes suddenly shot out divine light: "Do you want to see?"

"That's right, who wouldn't want to see all the warriors in the world?" Yu Liancheng said flatly.

"Okay, although I haven't fully deduced this sword, but it's almost there. Only a swordsman like you is worthy of appreciating the style of this sword."

Yan Shisan unfolded his long sword, and used the deadly thirteen swords again. He has not yet fully mastered No.15 sword, so he needs to use the previous fourteen swords as an introduction.

In the blink of an eye, the thirteen swords had been pierced.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Shisan slowly swung his sword again.

This is the No.14 sword belonging to Yan Shisan.

This sword seems to be far-fetched and out of order.But it looks like Wu Daozi's finishing touch. Although empty, it looks like the hub of all changes.

When the No.14 sword is used, all the changes are like flowing water coming to an end.

But at this moment, Yan Shisan thrust out another sword.

An aura of "death" immediately permeated the air.

Life ends, everything perishes, without any change and vitality.

Although this sword did not stab Yu Liancheng, Yu Liancheng felt an unprecedented chill.

This sword is impressively the No.15 sword.

With a bang, the wooden sword broke.

Before it fell to the ground, it turned into a cloud of powder and drifted away with the wind.

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(End of this chapter)