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Chapter 633 Sword

"Laugh, what the hell are you laughing at!"

Li Lin banned the passive crossing behavior, which is equivalent to covering his eyes and plugging his ears for a normal person.

To Li Lin, who did not cover his eyes or plug his ears, this was too humiliating.

He could see the real reason why those martial artists secretly rebelled - just to see a look of loss on Li Lin's proud face.

It’s not because Li Lin chose their sect and family.

Instead, he wanted Li Lin to look at them more.

Just like when boys were little they liked to bully the people they liked.

Damn, what a humanoid succubus!
Even the golden sand of Tathagata's nirvana could not suppress it.

Yes, the primary purpose of this golden sand is not to provide concentration, but to suppress Li Lin's charisma and transform it into Zen, from the charismatic and indulgent type to the abstinence type.

But obviously, it didn't work.

Li Lin who covers his eyes and ears is still Li Lin.

They are all manifestations of Bagir's attention, and forced interference on oneself will not work.

But for Li Lin.

This intervention is useful.

Not only did he cover his eyes and ears, he also fell into a deep sleep.

He doesn't even exist as Li Lin.

He is a sword, a blood-drinking sword, the most famous sword in the martial arts world.

That was a sword that even the owner of the box, his father, Master Xiao, could not break or destroy.

It is a sword that can make a three-year-old child invincible.

"Before it appeared, I thought there was no sword technique that could not be broken, no sword that could not be broken, and no swordsman who could not be defeated." The owner of the box, Xiao Leixue, said, "If you use the right weapons and moves, as long as you meet someone who uses a sword, you can break his technique, break his sword, and kill him. This is called the art of breaking the sword."

"I did, until that sword showed up."

"I regard all the famous sword masters in the world as dirt. They are all vulnerable in my eyes."

"But it has changed now?" asked the young man at the side.

His name is Gao Jianfei, and everyone calls him Xiao Gao.

He is the son of Xiao Leixue and the father of Xiao Leishui - Master Xiao, a sword-making master who can rival Madam Xu and Lu Ban. In order to break the curse of his most perfect work, the [Tear Sword], he asked his third disciple, who inherited his most proud stabbing technique, to live in seclusion in the mountains with the Tear Sword.

Later, the third disciple adopted him and one of the girls in a village where only three children were left after a massacre.

The reason they came to this village was because one of the three children was Xiao Leixue's child.

The other two are twins, so naturally not.

He didn't know his own background at first.

But as the [Tear Sword] was cut off by that sword, he already knew the relationship between himself and the man in front of him who was like a god or a devil.

From the mouth of his adoptive father, Master Xiao's third disciple.

“Yes, it has changed. I cannot guarantee that the sword will not appear in the hands of those famous sword wielders.” The voice of this man, who is regarded as the god of death by everyone who knows his existence and has always been shrouded in mist, was trembling a little.

"You may have seen the sword, know its power, and lost your confidence after seeing it." Xiao Gao said, "But I have also seen the sword."

He thought Xiao Leishui didn't know that he was his son.

"Where is it?" Xiao Leishui's voice was filled with urgency, but there was still a trace of tenderness that he himself was not aware of.

He knew that the young man before him was his son, but he also thought that he didn't know that he was his father.

"On a mountain," Xiao Gao said, "On a mountain where there are only me, my master, and my apprentice sister."

"It was in the hands of my junior sister. When she was eleven years old, she used it to cut off the Tear Mark and then went down the mountain."

"Then he brought back a girl who looked exactly like her, named Diewu."

"I may have seen her. The Diewu." Xiao Leixue fell into his own memories. "She was very beautiful, and her dance was beautiful, but the most beautiful thing was her legs. No one could describe her dancing posture, and no one could describe the beauty of her legs."

"I can't believe a man could have legs like that."

Xiao Gao listened carefully. He did not think that the man in front of him had seen few women. In that underground palace, the four or five stunning beauties wearing thin gauze clothes and with every feature of their bodies being just right had already proved the aesthetic taste of the man in front of him.

Xiao Leixue didn't pause.

"But the most beautiful thing is the sword in her hand."

"It is a sword-shaped work of art that is as elegant as if it were made of blue and white porcelain."

“Everyone would mistake that.”

"But I won't. I inherited that man's sword-matching technique. This is a perfect, invincible, earth-shattering, soul-stirring sword. No description I can give can describe it."

“Then I put the box down.”

"Box?" Xiao Gao was surprised.

Having already been to that magnificent underground palace, he already knew what was in the box.

The [Green Willow] of Gu Daoren from Bashan, the [Daylily Axe] used by Wuling Qiao, the hermit hero from Huangshan, the [Iron Chain Flying Sickle] from the unknown man from Japan... A box made from the essence of weapons and corresponding moves of thirteen martial arts that dominated the martial arts world in their respective eras.

Although there are only some fragmented iron blocks, iron pipes and iron sheets inside, as long as there is a pair of skillful hands to put them together in the shortest time, and a user with extremely rich experience, extremely sensitive reaction, and extremely accurate judgment to judge what form of weapon can be used to control the opponent in the shortest time.

It, this box, will turn into the most powerful weapon, powerful enough to restrain any weapon in the world, any weapon of any master.

"Yes, because I understand that as long as I have the sword, this box will no longer be needed." Xiao Leixue said, "The girl doesn't know martial arts, she just stood there timidly. I just need to walk over and extend my hand."

"But that's not the case," Xiao Gao said.

"Yes." Xiao Leixue nodded, "The sword drove her to pull it out and pointed it at me. The tip of the sword was trembling, just like a beginner."

"But that must be very dangerous." The confident smile that Xiao Gao always had on his face disappeared.

"It's very dangerous. If I take one more step, I will die." Xiao Leixue said.

"Then what?" Xiao Gao asked.

"Then?" Xiao Leixue raised his eyebrows, "Then I turned around, picked up the box and left without looking back."

"From then on, I developed a habit. If the person I want to kill is a swordsman, I will spend half a day observing whether he has a porcelain sword."

"Why half a day?" Xiao Gao asked.

"Because after killing someone, I still need half a day to take a bath." Xiao Leixue said, "Taking a bath is the best way to get rid of fatigue and emptiness."

"Empty?" Xiao Gao was surprised.

In his opinion, if the sword and its holder were not counted, his father could chop off anyone's head, even the emperor in the Golden Palace and Sima Chaoqun of the Grand Escort Agency.

Plus there is the underground palace which is comparable to the palace in heaven.

How could such a person feel empty? "All my efforts were to survive the curse of the Tear Sword." Xiao Leixue said, "When a sword is born, gods and ghosts will hate it. Once the Tear Sword is out of the forge, it carries the curse of ghosts and gods and the evil spirit of heaven and earth. Not only will it hurt people when it is unsheathed, but it will also take the closest person to Master Xiao as a sacrifice."

"Whether it's being a killer or mastering thirteen kinds of extraordinary martial arts to be worthy of this box, it's all for me to be the one who survives."

"I was born to be a sacrifice?" Xiao Gao's face suddenly turned pale.

He always thought that the person that the [Tear Sword] wanted to kill was his father.

"You know?" Xiao Leixue sighed, "My father is a great man, but also a cruel man."

"To interrupt this curse."

"He blinded the eldest disciple."

"Cut off the second disciple's legs."

"Killed myself."

"Only the third disciple, your master survived."

"He trained you very well. You have a solid foundation in martial arts, and it seems that you have also practiced yoga from the Indian Tantric Buddhism on the Holy Mother Water Peak."

"The eldest disciple who learned the [Sword-Focusing Technique] lost his eyes, and the second disciple who learned the [Sword-Forging Technique] lost his legs." Xiao Gao was sweating profusely.

Hands are indispensable in forging, but for skilled swordsmiths, their legs are far more important than their hands.

"That's why I say he's cruel." Xiao Leixue said, "The eldest disciple transformed himself into an old man who knows you, and traveled the world with the [Destroying Needle]."

"The second disciple turned into the old man Liushui and trained Zhuo Donglai, the real controller of this big escort agency."

"High mountains, flowing water, and meeting a soulmate?" Xiao Gao realized that his master's alias was Gao Shan.

"You are wrong." A voice that was extremely familiar to Xiao Gao and haunted him sounded in the room.

"Amber!" Xiao Gao turned around and saw that the people coming were Amber and Diewu.

Both of them were wearing silver fox cloaks, silver short coats, and silver long skirts.

As she walked, her long skirt fluttered like flowing water, creating waves of light. Even the most hard-hearted man would be stunned for a moment when seeing it.

But Xiao Gao and Xiao Leixue's gazes never shifted and always stayed on Amber's waist.

That unsheathed sword that was more dazzling than the two of them.

"What did I do wrong?" Xiao Leixue asked.

He was a tall, slim, handsome man, casually wearing a shiny black silk robe, with his long black hair casually draped over his shoulders.

But even though he was dressed so casually, he looked like an emperor.

Especially his face.

His face has very clear contours and distinct lines.

His face was pale, completely bloodless, as if it was carved out of a piece of snow-white marble, with an indescribable indifference and nobility.

Let his words also have weight.

But Amber still smiled distantly, with a cold expression on her face, which only thawed when her hand touched the hilt of the sword. "If you have studied Zhiyin and Liushui, you will know that Liushui's actions on Zhuo Donglai were not training, but torture."

"Zhiyin seems to have given up everything and is only studying poisons and hidden weapons, but he is trying every possible way to destroy the Grand Escort Agency and Zhuo Donglai behind it."

"Why are they so hostile to Zhuo Donglai? When he was adopted by Liushui, he was just a baby, a child with a broken calf that was squeezed by his brother."

"Disabled?" Xiao Gao was surprised. "How could a person like him be a disabled person?"

That was Zhuo Donglai, who had never failed and never made a mistake. He was the real leader of the Grand Escort Agency.

His swordsmanship and martial arts skills are both top-notch in the world.

Xiao Gao witnessed all of this with his own eyes, and there was not a single point or aspect that made him look like a disabled person.

"He put a lot of effort into making himself look like a normal person," Amber said.

"He..." Xiao Leixue had already sensed Amber's unfinished intention, "He is my brother?"

Amber nodded, "So, the running water tortured him, but it didn't let him die."

"The chosen sacrifice is not you or Xiao Gao."

"It's this crippled son."

"In today's martial arts world, only Zhuo Donglai can figure out the power of the box in an instant, and exchange the sword in his hand with it and take it away."

"That sword can only be [Tears]." Xiao Leixue's lower body was very stable. He was naturally very stable as he could kill almost everyone in the martial arts world. But now he was a little unsteady. "Why did you tell me that I paid attention to it. You don't care about Xiao Gao."

"Because I only cut off its shape at the beginning, sooner or later, one day, its omen will come true." Amber said.

"What now?" Xiao Leixue stared at Amber.

"Its god has died," Amber said, "You didn't realize that my sword was unsheathed when I entered this room."

"A scabbard?" Xiao Gao was puzzled. "Does a sword like this have a scabbard? Master has been working hard for ten years, but has never found a scabbard that can hold it."

"I, and Diewu, are his scabbard." A very strange expression suddenly appeared on Amber's cold face, just like a most devout believer who suddenly mentioned the god he worshipped most.

She looked at Xiao Gao, "This is why you can't touch him. Only pure girls with sufficient qualifications can become Hongyan's sword slaves. They can contain his sword energy that is enough to cut through everything."

Xiao Gao looked at the two people's faces, and combined with the name of the sword [Beauty], he roughly understood what the so-called [Qualification] was.

A stunning face and peerless appearance.

"That's why Die Wu also gives me the same sense of crisis." Xiao Leixue suddenly realized, "Because the sword energy in your body is the most powerful weapon."

Die Wu, who had been silent the whole time, looked at Amber and said, "Master's mission has been completed. It's time for us to leave."

"Mission? Leaving?" Xiao Gao asked.

He knew that there was no way Amber would like him, but he hoped to always be by her side, even if only as a coachman.

"Cut the strongest sword." Amber said, "This is the master's mission. As for leaving us, we will leave this era without [Tears]."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two disappeared, as abruptly as they had arrived.

Xiao Gao stood there in a daze for a long time before speaking, "I changed my mind. I want to learn everything about you."

His eyes sparkled, as if filled with a fire that would never go out.

"Okay." Xiao Leixue nodded, "What is your purpose?"

"Sword." Xiao Gao said in a deep voice, "I want to make a sword, a sword that is more perfect and sharper than [Tears]."

"Father, I need your help."

"We also need Zhuo Donglai's help."

"It even requires the help of a soulmate and flowing water."

(End of this chapter)