Sword Demon Shinto

Chapter 346 Killing Kendo

"One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi. There is no tree for bodhi, and the mirror is not a stand!"

Beside a mountain stream, a young man was sitting, watching what happened in the sky lightly, said a Buddha's name, closed his eyes again, and recited a poem, the surrounding space was filled with Buddha's spirit.

He sat there all night, and when it was dawn, he opened his eyes again, the depth in his eyes disappeared, and they became murderous, as if he had turned into another person, an ordinary casual cultivator.

"It's you again, who are you?" The man yelled at the mountain stream, startled the birds flying all over the sky, but no one responded, stood for a while, and walked towards the gate of Yunwu Mountain.

This person is just an inconspicuous person in the Yunwu Mountain Courtyard, but there is another person in his body, a Buddhist cultivator. This person is called Su Chuan, a person who "luckily" stepped into the Eight Schools of Martial Arts.

There is another person, maybe many people don't have a deep impression of him, just like his sect, but he is one of the most hidden people, he is crying Zen.

Standing at the gate of the Haotian School, his eyes were cold, with traces of blood brewing in it, a terrifying evil spirit permeated the air, disappeared again in just a moment, turned around, and walked into the gate of the Haotian School.

Not only a few of them, but many people in the eight major sects began to show their majesty at this moment. The so-called wind of Mu Xiulin must be destroyed. Many people have this kind of thinking, most of them are casual cultivators.

These people who are looked down upon by the disciples of the Eight Schools are the most terrifying and powerful. Tomorrow will be the day when the Eight Schools will meet, and tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

In the Heavenly Sword Academy, swords were buzzing, and at a glance, there were not a few people who practiced sword hard, and there were also people who practiced various martial arts, and those who practiced Taoism. Whether it was useful or not, they were just releasing their nervous hearts .

Of course, there is one exception. In an attic, there is a drunk man lying with his feet up, a jug of wine in his mouth, and some inexplicable words coming out of his mouth.

"The world laughs at me for being crazy, but I laugh at the world's inability to see through!"

"The world laughs at me..."

"Shen Ye, shut up!" A sword practicer shouted at Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan glanced at him, choked on alcohol, breathed out a mouthful of alcohol, and read another sentence talk.

"Everyone is drunk and I am alone!"

"Wake up, brothers, come on, beat him up!" A group of people rose into the air and flew towards Lin Xuan.

"Alas~" Lin Xuan sighed, looked at the jug in his hand, drank it all in one gulp, and threw it out.

"Clap!"

There was a crisp sound, and a group of people were knocked upside down by the shattered jug and fell to the ground. They were all stunned for a moment, then furious, drew their swords out of their sheaths, and looked up, but Lin Xuan was no longer in sight.

Suddenly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, this guy finally left, and he said some nonsense words, which made their already restless hearts even more disturbed, and even wanted to kill people.

On the roof of the attic, Lin Xuan was lying half-lying, facing the moonlight, drinking wine, but his heart flew to nowhere.

Is it really that simple that the Qingtian Pavilion and the Eight Sects will meet martial arts? He has a bad premonition in his heart, a feeling that he can't control, what went wrong, he still can't figure it out for a while.

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it anymore, let the world change, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, if there is supreme power, then everything will be solved.

On the top of the attic, facing the moonlight, Lin Xuan pulled out the black black sword, looked up to the sky, drank a big gulp of wine, and danced the sword against the moon, the sword was like autumn water, soft and quiet, but it contained infinite murderous intent.

Lin Xuan's swordsmanship is the way of killing people, it does not seek infinite evolution, there is no ultimate skill, there is only one word, that is to kill, it can kill, this is the swordsmanship in Lin Xuan's heart.

Killing with one sword, this is Lin Xuan's own sword move, there is only one move, and the sword will kill, but there are still some shortcomings, too strong and easy to break, this sword move goes straight forward, only seeking to kill, disregarding oneself, this is a disadvantage .

How to improve? Unknowingly, Lin Xuan was immersed in this state of sword enlightenment. Enlightenment, for others, is a rare thing, but for Lin Xuan, it is as simple as drinking a sip of water.

The ancient scriptures of enlightenment, this is an ancient scripture that goes against the heavens one step at a time. It pays attention to cultivating the mind and refining the mind. When the state of mind is cultivated to the depth, enlightenment will be easy.

"Haha, look, Shen Ye has started to practice. It is true that the sun is coming out from the west, but judging by his sword moves, no matter how you look at it, he is still a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect. He is really a trick for the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect."

"Brother, you are wrong. This is not sword practice, it is obviously dance practice. Look at the thorns and slaps, does it look like dance steps?"

"Haha, it really looks like it."

Seeing Lin Xuan practicing sword, many people were amazed. They came to watch, but they laughed when they saw Lin Xuan's sword step. They couldn't understand it, and they directly understood Lin Xuan as pretending in their hearts.

After a long time, Lin Xuan ignored them, still immersed in this strange swordsmanship, with a bored face, and gradually left, but there was a person, who did not leave, and carefully observed Lin Xuan's swordsmanship.

The more I looked at it, the more frightened I felt. There was a thin layer of sweat on my head, and there was a look of horror in my eyes. His name was Guo Lin, and he was a swordsmanship genius in one area, well-known in one area.

He was full of arrogance, even facing the disciples of Tianjianzong with disdain on his face. When he went out for a walk today, he happened to meet Lin Xuan practicing sword, so he took a few glances, but these few glances made him obsessed.

This swordsmanship is too terrifying, murderous everywhere, every sword is fatal, straight forward, killing people, on a whim, he practiced accordingly, with ugly steps, fencing and swinging the sword, every move seemed to be deadly. Uncoordinated, everyone straightened up that it was another lunatic, after a few glances, they ignored it.

Lin Xuan was immersed in his own kendo and didn't pay attention to these at all. He was thinking about the second sword of his murderous kendo, the first sword, killing with one sword.

There was a sprout in his heart, and he seemed to be able to figure it out at once, but he couldn't get past that hurdle, over and over again, the sword kept on, and the murderous intent contained in the sword became more and more fierce.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Guo Lin's breath suddenly became sluggish, but there was a look of surprise on his face, as if thinking of something, he bowed to Lin Xuan and left in a hurry.

Lin Xuan put away his sword and stood there, thinking for a while, and didn't pay attention to Guo Lin who was under the attic. Looking at the gradually brightening sky in the distance, his eyes were full of light. There was another misty look in his eyes, as if he was drunk.

The Eight Sects Martial Arts Competition is about to begin. In each attic, a person walked out and looked at the sky, a round of red sun was slowly rising.

(End of this chapter)