In the scorching desert, there were scars everywhere on the sword. The blades on both sides were pitted like saw teeth. The ancient sword, which was covered with red rust stains, was inserted into the yellow sand. It made a low and hoarse sound under the wind, sand and scorching sun.
The sound of sword chanting.
Bai Candong landed in front of the sword, staring at the blade, but did not go up to draw the sword.
"Brother Bai, is there anything special about this ancient sword?" The Red Devil King doesn't know much about swords, but with his strength and knowledge of martial arts, he can also hear about the pros and cons of many ancient swords. This one in front of him
The sound of the sword was muddy, and it didn't sound like a top-grade sword.
Lan Yuxuan and others also used the Tianyin Sword Token to test the reaction of the ancient sword. According to the results obtained from the Tianyin Sword Token, this ancient sword can at most enter the Marquis-level Sword Sound Palace.
"I need to stay here for some time. Take this. When you find the sword demon who has escaped death, let me know and I will rush there." Bai Candong threw a communication talisman to the Red Devil. After the Spring Snow Sword,
He finally encountered another ancient sword that could be called a famous sword, so naturally he didn't want to miss it.
"Is there really anything special about this sword?" Mei Xinting kept looking at the ancient sword, but she couldn't see anything special about it.
"Brother Bai wants to enter the Jianyin Palace, we just have to wait here. I believe that with Brother Bai's strength, he will be able to come out in a short time. Or we can enter the Jianyin Palace together and help Brother Bai kill the undead.
"The Red Devil King caught the command talisman, but had no intention of leaving.
Bai Candong shook his head slightly: "I don't want to draw the sword, I just want to listen to the sword chant here."
"Your Majesty, is there any difference in the sword chant?" Lan Yuxuan is also a sword user, but she can't hear any difference in the sword chant of this ancient sword.
"If you can understand, then you don't need my explanation. If you don't understand, it's useless for me to explain." After Bai Candong said that, he sat down in front of the sword and listened to the sword's chant with all his concentration.
"In that case, let's leave first." The Red Devil King said. No matter whether Bai Candong really wanted to stay and listen to those sword chants, even if he left the communication note, he had a promise, so he didn't insist on it anymore.
To stay.
"You should follow the Red Devil King first. I am also a swordsman. I want to hear the difference in the sound of the sword chant, and maybe I can learn something." Lan Yuxuan ordered Ju Yuqiu and the others to follow.
The Red Devil King left, but he stayed.
She was too curious about Bai Candong, and his god-like swordsmanship was too amazing. What he paid attention to might really be helpful to her.
Moreover, Bai Cangdong's words, "If you can understand, then you don't need me to explain. If you don't understand, it's useless for me to explain." It also aroused Lan Yuxuan's competitive spirit, and she didn't believe it.
What can Bai Cangdong hear? Even if I don't understand as well as Bai Cangdong does, I should still be able to gain one-tenth of what he hears.
Seeing that Bai Candong didn't care about what he meant, Lan Yuxuan sat down next to Bai Candong, imitating Bai Candong's example and listening to the sword chant.
After sitting for half a day, Lan Yuxuan tried her best to hear something from the sword chant, but she couldn't hear anything. The sword chant was like screaming in the wind and sand, and there was no beauty at all.
Muddy and upsetting.
Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and glanced at Bai Cangdong, only to see that Bai Cangdong still had his eyes closed and was listening to something calmly, showing no signs of irritation at all.
"Did he really hear something from this sword chant?" Lan Yuxuan looked at Bai Cangdong's plain face with a complicated expression.
After watching for a while, seeing that Bai Cangdong didn't pay attention to her at all, Lan Yuxuan was furious: "I don't believe it. If you can really hear something, I won't be able to hear it at all."
Close your eyes, try to calm yourself down, listen carefully to the sword chant, remember the fluctuations and changes of the sword chant, and want to compare the differences, but the sword chant is really monotonous and terrible, it has always been so straight.
The screams occasionally changed, but these were just changes caused by the wind blowing across the blade.
She forced herself to calm down and continue listening. After more than ten hours, Lan Yuxuan finally couldn't help but open her eyes and look at Bai Cangdong.
Bai Candong still looks the same, as if he has not changed from beginning to end, focused and calm.
"In such a monotonous sword chant, even if there is something, I should have heard it long ago. How can I waste so much time? Does he want to wait for me to leave impatiently, and then do something else?
What can't I see?" This thought just flashed through Lan Yuxuan's mind, and was quickly rejected. With the strength of the White Devil, if he really didn't want her to see something, there was no need to do that.
trouble.
"Can he really hear any difference from the sword chant?" Lan Yuxuan was confused and unconvinced, and once again forced herself to calm down and listen to the sword chant.
Several days passed like this. Every other day and a half, Lan Yuxuan couldn't help but open her eyes and look at Bai Cangdong. But every time she saw Bai Cangdong was still so quiet, she forced herself to continue listening.
Sword chant, a few days have passed, Lan Yuxuan has not gained anything at all, but her patience is almost worn out, and the interval between opening her eyes to see Bai Candong is getting shorter and shorter.
"It's impossible. If I can really hear something in this sword chant, even if I can't hear everything, even if it's one percent or one thousandth, I should be able to hear it. But why can't I hear anything?
Less than..." Lan Yuxuan's heart was shaken. Such trials are the most difficult. There are no words or any contempt, but this silent comparison is the most likely to cause mental breakdown.
The sound of the sword chant was originally just a dull sound, but it was like a curse, lingering in Lan Yuxuan's ears, making her mentally shaken and almost collapsed. She knelt on the ground with her head in her hands, and could hardly help but roar.
Suddenly, the whole world seemed to have become quiet. The sound of sword chants that had caused her heart to collapse disappeared, and her chaotic mind suddenly became quiet.
Lan Yuxuan raised her head, only to see Bai Cangdong walking towards the ancient sword. The ancient sword had no longer chirped softly, standing so quietly in the yellow sand, covered with rust under the light of the setting sun.
The sword body looked as if it was stained with blood.
One hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, pulled the sword out of the yellow sand, and slowly raised it above her head. Lan Yuxuan's eyes were attracted, and only the figure holding the bloody sword in the sunset was in her eyes.
Normally, even a kendo king holding the King's Sword would not be able to attract Lan Yuxuan's mind like this, but now this seemingly ordinary scene gave her an extreme shock.
Because Lan Yuxuan was finally sure that the White Devil must have heard something from the sword chant, otherwise the sword chant would not stop, and the pulled out ancient sword would also bring the White Devil into the Jianyin Palace, instead of
He held it so quietly in his hands.
"What a sword with residual blood." Bai Candong held up the broken sword and flicked the sword with his fingers. The low and hoarse sound of the sword was magnified thousands of times, like a killing field with flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Above, countless soldiers roared with their lives.
The collision of sword blade with sword blade, the pulling of sword blade with flesh and blood, the splash of blood, the crisp sound of broken bones, the heart-rending roar of pain, the killing sound of blood and bone, the fierceness of life and death.
The collision seemed to condense into a scene that was chilling but exciting, which penetrated from the ears to the brain and was deeply imprinted in Lan Yuxuan's soul.
"It turns out that there are so many things in the sword chant..." Lan Yuxuan felt the sadness and joy in the sword chant, and her heart gradually calmed down. When the sword chant dissipated, Lan Yuxuan opened her eyes.
But it was Bai Cangdong's smiling face, and the ancient sword had long since disappeared.
"You were able to persist until I pulled out the ancient sword, and the sword's heart has not collapsed. It's a bit beyond my expectation. The sound of the sword chant is not something that people under the king can hear." Bai Cangdong smiled.
Then he said, the artistic conception of the Residual Blood Sword is too high, and a swordsman who is not a king-level swordsman cannot bear the artistic conception of the sword. Although Lan Yuxuan could not understand it, he was affected by the sound of the sword chant, and the sword heart almost collapsed.
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"Thank you." Lan Yuxuan blushed slightly. The last flick of the white devil's finger allowed her to hear the mystery of the sword chant, and at the same time, she broke her own crisis. Otherwise, although her sword heart did not collapse, it still brought
Leaving with such trauma will have an immeasurable impact on future kendo practice, and may even make it impossible to make any further progress.
"If you really thank me, if I go to Four Seasons Valley in the future, please take more care of me." Bai Cangdong said softly.
"That's natural. Your Majesty is kind to Lan Yuxuan, and Lan Yuxuan should be the disciple." Lan Yuxuan wanted to bow down, but the sound of Bai Cangdong's flick made her hear the mystery of swordsmanship.
The courtesy of a disciple cannot be overstated.
Bai Cangdong flicked his palm, and an invisible force supported Lan Yuxuan: "I have three disciples in total, and I don't plan to accept any more disciples. You don't have to do this."
Lan Yuxuan was slightly disappointed. It would be her great fortune to be able to truly worship the White Demon King as her teacher. Among the strong swordsmen she had ever seen, there was no one who could convince her as much as the White Demon King. Then
It is the yearning of mortals for the unattainable gods.
"No matter what, Yuxuan already regards the king as her mentor." Lan Yuxuan said seriously.
"That's up to you, but don't say this to others." Bai Cangdong naturally meant that he didn't want Lan Yuxuan to cause a big disaster because of him.
Lan Yuxuan misunderstood Bai Cangdong's meaning, lowered her head and said: "Yuxuan knows that she has low qualifications and is not qualified to be the king's disciple. This is just the disciple's own wish, which will only be buried deep in her heart. She will not do it under any circumstances."
Letting others know about it will tarnish the king's reputation."
Bai Cangdong knew that Lan Yuxuan had misunderstood him and had no intention of explaining.
"Let's go. It seems that the Red Devil King and the others haven't found the Nine-Death Sword Demon yet. Let's catch up earlier." Sword light surged out of Bai Candong's body, wrapping Lan Yuxuan in it, and turned into a sword rainbow towards the Red Devil King's planned destination.
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