His ears twitched slightly, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping to the ground and causing a burst of white smoke.
Pei Min threw a piece of black stone into the sword-making furnace and said, "Don't be distracted!"
Zhong Nanxun forced himself to draw his attention back to the object in front of him, gritted his teeth and said: "I really rebelled against him. I am so greedy that I don't care about anything!"
"In normal times, how dare these rabble-rousers be so presumptuous in front of me? Huh, when I get out, I will have to skin them!"
"Mr. Pei Min, is there anything wrong with leaving only Sanyu outside? Or..."
Pei Min shook his head, "No need. With Sanyu's strength, if he can't deal with these people outside, then he is my disciple. That brat keeps saying that I won't give him a chance to become famous. Well, now
Isn’t that it?”
He threw another piece of fire glass in and covered the mouth of the furnace with both hands. The sword-making furnace immediately glowed red and trembled slightly.
"This is only the first day. Most of the people who come here are second-grade people, so they don't pose any threat to us. But tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, that may not be the case. We are forging swords here, not only for people in the world, but also for people in the palace.
There will also be people coming to visit. Please tell me, are you two ready?"
Zhong Nanxun nodded and said: "My two junior brothers and their disciples have ambushed the surrounding houses. If Sanyu cannot hold on and the door is breached, they will take action in time to stabilize the situation."
Quan Wanqiu said angrily: "I also gave the order. As long as the bad guys under my command are not important cases, I have transferred them over. I estimate that they will arrive early tomorrow morning and will be guarding the street. If they still want to seize the sword,
, using swords in broad daylight is a violation of the law of the Tang Dynasty! Hehe, take them back one by one."
"Three days, three swords." Pei Min's clothes and sleeves were flying, his beard and hair were floating in the air, and the bulging muscles all over his body showed that he was exerting his inner strength with all his strength.
"The embryo of the sword has been completed. After tonight, it will be time for the first sword to be drawn. You two should encourage yourselves!"
Three people, three streams of pure energy, wrapped around the sword-making furnace, burning the bronze-colored sword-making furnace red.
Blood was constantly dripping from the tip of Sanyu's sword. He leaned against the door frame, raising his hand to "fight" and looking down at all living beings.
He has killed five people.
In addition to Zhao Ziwu, who was the first to die under his sword, he also killed two second-grade men and two third-grade men.
"That's all?" Sanyu mocked, "If you want to seize the sword, just this little strength is not enough!"
The sound of volleying suddenly sounded, and a short arrow shot towards his head at an extremely tricky angle.
Just when he was about to hit Sanyu's head, Sanyu suddenly raised his arm, flipped his wrist, and turned the sword sideways to block the arrow.
The arrow made a "ding" sound and fell to the ground.
Li Xin'an trotted forward, picked up the arrow and held it in her arms.
He already has eight in his arms.
Sanyu looked in the direction where the arrow came from, and there was nothing there. The attacker had already left.
He immediately lowered his head and looked at his sword. The "Gange" buzzer kept buzzing, and the tiger's mouth was shocked and painful.
This is his most troublesome opponent tonight.
If it were an open and honest fight with real swords and spears, Sanyu would claim to be no less than them. The four corpses lying on the ground clearly showed this.
But someone secretly attacked Sanyu, and it was difficult for Sanyu to deal with it.
The moment he killed Zhao Ziwu and reported his name, the man hiding in the dark shot the first arrow. The arrow flashed past Sanyu's dilated pupils, grazed his face and flew past.
On a pillar in the courtyard.
He never found that person, which brought great trouble to Sanyu. During the battles with the four people, the archery master hiding in the dark kept looking for opportunities to sneak attack on him, and his arrows shot straight at him.
The key point. Sanyu had to deal with the enemy in front of him, but also had to be distracted to guard against the archery master in the dark. For a while, he couldn't help but feel a little exhausted.
But what puzzled Sanyu was that Pei Min was making swords, not bows. Why would he, a bow and arrow practitioner, come over to join in the fun?
Li Xin'an came close to Chang Yu and whispered: "Senior brother, why don't you call the master and the others out? Don't cast the sword yet. Let's solve the immediate trouble first."
"What are you talking about!" Sanyu reprimanded, "This is not a question of whether you want the sword or not. The three of them are already immersed in it. Calling them out rashly will only make them go crazy. You don't want to lose your apprenticeship just now."
Master."
"Oh, but, senior brother, if you continue like this, your body won't be able to hold on, right?"
Sanyu grinned: "Where is it? You are here, which saves me a lot of trouble. Junior brother, I find that your face is really useful."
Li Xin'an smiled helplessly. The reason why his face was so useful was because many of the people who came to seize the sword this time had just moved out of this courtyard two days ago.
In other words, as soon as they saw themselves, they understood that this was something they couldn't afford.
Li Xin'an looked at the cold body of Zhao Ziwu lying on the ground. Although his face had been damaged beyond recognition by San Yu, he still recognized it at a glance. This was the second-level master he had spent three months recruiting. He was
That
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A sect leader of the Nanshan Sword Sect taught me a set of boxing techniques, but I never practiced them.
He couldn't help but sigh. If Zhao Ziwu hadn't been so impatient and waited for others to take action first, then he wouldn't have lost his life.
"Brother, five people are already dead, do they still want to fight?"
"I don't know." Sanyu held the hilt of his sword and said, "Have you seen the man under the wine shed opposite?"
Li Xin'an looked over. Under the hazy moonlight, a person was sitting at the table, pouring wine and drinking. He was wearing a bamboo hat. His age and appearance could not be seen clearly. The scars on his hands and the calluses on the tiger's mouth could be vaguely seen. There was a hand on the table.
A long knife.
"That's a second-grade high-ranking master!"
Li Xin'an opened his mouth, blinked, and said: "Second-grade high ranking... Senior brother, can you beat me?"
"Not only do I have to beat him, I have to kill him!" Sanyu said with a stern look on his face, "Until he dies, these miscellaneous fish will not disperse."
"And that elusive archer."
"Yes." Sanyu sighed, "It's so dark that it's even harder for me to find his traces."
Sanyu suddenly laughed bitterly: "Here comes another person."
Li Xin'an patted his arm and said, "Be careful."
He immediately walked back to the courtyard. The brief conversation between the two senior brothers was forced to stop, and Wu Xiang cautiously stood in front of him.
A man walked up to Sanyu.
"Longyou Swordsman, Cui He, is here to ask for advice!"
Sanyu raised his sword and bowed to Cui He.
The sixth game, life and death battle, two save one!
Cui He was the first to draw his sword, but he threw the accompanying sword towards Sanyu.
A flash of bright silver cold light flashed around his waist, spread out like flowing water, and stabbed Sanyu's neck.
Who would have thought that a tall and rough-looking man from Longyou would have a soft sword as his weapon?
Sanyu obviously didn't expect this and was taken aback. He was still staring at the long black sheath sword abandoned by Cui He, and the "Gange" in his hand was still hanging upside down. When Cui came to his senses,
He's sword was already at his throat.
With only three points left, Cui He could stab Sanyu's neck hard and see blood flowing out.
Cui He seemed to have anticipated the beautiful scene of Sanyu's corpse lying on the street, with a sinister smile on his lips.
Longyou is a remote and desolate place, and it is a battleground for military strategists. Bandits are rampant, and there have always been constant wars. Jianghu sects are extremely rare.
Cui He lost his parents when he was a child. When he was living in exile, he was met by an old swordsman who passed his meager skills to Cui He and said to him: "If you want to survive in Longyou, you must hide it well."
Own."
So Cui He made a soft sword for himself, and with the weapon that was incompatible with his rough appearance, he continued to practice swordsmanship on Longyou Road, and made a name for himself.
Countless martial arts masters have died under his sword, and tonight, Pei Min's apprentice will be no exception.
That was the disciple of the great Tang Sword Master. If you kill him, even if you don't get the sword made by Pei Min, it will be enough to become famous in the world!
But maybe he was too excited, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly. In addition, his weapon was extremely soft, and any slight shaking would change the trajectory of the sword. The soft sword that stabbed Sanyu's throat was deflected so much.
one cent.
The tip of the sword drew a thin mark on his neck. Sanyu flipped his wrist, "Gange" from bottom to top, and lifted Cui He's soft sword to the side.
As if it had touched a puddle of clear water, the soft sword bent into an exaggerated arc. Sanyu's eyes flashed, and he withdrew a little strength. "Gange" pressed close to Cui He's soft sword and slashed towards his wrist.
Cui He was startled and thought something was wrong. With a flick of his wrist, the soft sword was wrapped around Sanyu's sword like a thin piece of silk.
He pulled back suddenly, and the soft sword struck "Gange"'s sword with bright sparks and a harsh sound.
Sanyu was obviously caught in the eye by the sparks and tilted his head to one side. Cui He took this opportunity to attack again.
"How dare you use such despicable means to embarrass someone!" San Yu shouted fiercely, tilted his head and dodged Cui He's soft sword, but rushed forward.
In Cui He's stunned eyes, Sanyu turned sideways and threw himself into his arms, pressing his shoulders heavily on his chest. Under the severe pain, Cui He loosened his grip, released his weapon, and stumbled back.
go.
The soft sword fell from mid-air. San Yu caught it with his backhand and threw it towards Cui He who was retreating.
The soft sword drew a bright silver light in the air, and then flashed past Cui He's ear, and blood fell to the ground in drops.
Cui He covered his ears. No, there were no ears there anymore. He endured the severe pain, picked up his weapon from the ground, and said to Sanyu:
"As expected of the first disciple of the Sword Saint of the Tang Dynasty, he is really good at martial arts! But, why didn't you use a sword when you defeated me just now?"
A sarcastic smile appeared on Sanyu's face, and he said: "You? You are not worthy of my sword. You use the sword in your hand as a cover, but the real killing move is the soft sword at your waist. You are not worthy of using such conspiracy tactics."
Do you know how many people you have harmed! Are you worthy of using a sword? Are you worthy of calling yourself a swordsman?"
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"A person like you is not worthy to seize the sword!"
Cui He smiled sadly, "Ah... Mr. Sanyu, you are the first disciple of the Sword Master of the Tang Dynasty. Naturally, you don't know the hardships of us little people who climbed up from the bottom of the world. Have you been to Longyou? Do you know that there is a long-term drought there?
Is the yellow sand covering the sky? Do you know that people there don't even have enough to eat but they have to go to war with weapons? Do you know that when you pass by a village, it's completely silent and every household is bare - you can't do that?"
"Do you know how a child without a father or mother can survive in a place where bandits are rampant? Do you know what it feels like to be betrayed by someone you think is a good brother? Do you know what it is like to be hunted down by hundreds of people from a sect?
Do you feel it?"
"You don't know, because you grew up in a honey pot, and I grew up in a cesspit, in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood."
"Who doesn't want to be that upright romantic swordsman, but you have to live."
"If I don't use these little tricks, I won't be able to survive."
He stood up straight and shouted loudly with the unique heroic momentum of a Longyou man and a loud voice that he had honed in many battles:
"Longyou Cui He, sir, please take the sword!"
Sanyu looked solemn and slowly uttered one word.
"please!"
Cui He shook his wrist very quickly, and the soft sword unfolded in the night like flowing water. Under the moonlight, it swayed into a silver-white light curtain.
No trace of the sword can be seen.
A curtain of light, like a solid body, attacked Sanyu.
"This move is called Mo Shang Yue. I learned it after being hunted and hiding in a valley for three months. Hehe, I didn't go to a private school. I thought about it for several months before I came up with such a name. I hope Mr. Sanyu can enjoy it.
!”
He roared in a low voice, like a wild beast, lowering his body. Just as he was about to rush in front of Sanyu, he suddenly changed direction. His body jumped high, tapped his toes in the air a few times, and turned around again.
direction, the sword curtain rushed towards the back of Sanyu's head, and a sword light spread out, covering Sanyu's whole body.
There was a silver screen in front of him, and the sound of gold and iron filled his ears. Li Xin'an couldn't help but close his eyes. When he opened them again, the battle was over.
Sanyu's clothes were torn into strips and draped over his body, like a beggar. Several sword marks were faintly visible on his body, and traces of blood were seeping out.
Cui He's throat was shattered, and "Gange" was inserted there, shattering his throat. Cui He's body was leaning on San Yu, his head resting on his shoulder, his two blood-red eyes widened.
, almost jumped out.
You can imagine how unwilling he was when he died.
"Mo Shangyue, you have a nice name, you have done well." Sanyu turned to look at the face of the dead man next to him, and said regretfully: "I was wrong, you are worthy of the word swordsman."
"It's just that your killing move, Mo Shang Yue, has too many redundant moves. Although the attack seems to be airtight, when you rush forward, the movement and turning of your body are full of loopholes. After all, you only have one sword, not a sword.
Sword, the first time you touched my body, I could predict the trajectory of your sword move. At that time, the competition was speed, and I was faster than you, so you died."
"Mo Shangyue, I will remember it and pass it on. I am very happy about this battle." He laughed, shook his shoulders, and let Cui He's body fall to the ground.
"Gange" was raised, and the sword was pointed at those who took the sword.
"I also hope that you guys can make me enjoy myself to the fullest!"
The invisible figure that could be seen in the night swayed a few times, many people quietly retreated, and the street became a little emptier again.
"It would be a pity to kill him." Sanyu returned to the gate and sat on the threshold. Li Xin'an came over with a bowl of water and said to him.
Sanyu took the bowl of water and drank it in one gulp, touched his lips and said, "If you don't kill him, I will be the one who dies. I can't help it."
Li Xin'an glanced at San Yu's blood-soaked back, "How long can you last?"
Sanyu raised his head and looked at the sky. The horizon in the distance was already turning white, which proved that this bloody night was about to pass.
"It's almost dawn, and they probably won't do anything again before dawn. But what they did just now is just an appetizer. After tonight, the first sword will be forged. Only then will the truly difficult master appear. The old man
The sword forging has caused such a big commotion, and it is estimated that even a first-level master may appear. Just Cui He makes me panic. I really don't know how to deal with it after dawn... Alas, I can only place my hope on the Jinwu Guards patrolling the streets."
"The Jinwu Guards probably won't come," Li Xin'an said.
Chang Yu turned his head and looked at him in surprise, wanting Li Xin'an to give an explanation.
"It's almost daybreak, but they still haven't left, which shows that they don't care about the Jinwu Guards patrolling the streets. No matter how powerful the master is, he would not dare to openly provoke the imperial army, but it doesn't necessarily matter if there is someone behind him."
Li Xin'an had a stern look on his face, "It is estimated that tomorrow, apart from the Jianghu people, there will be no one else coming on this road."
"Or, someone comes, but we are the ones dealing with it."
Sanyu froze there for a long while, then said with a helpless smile: "There's nothing I can do, I can only carry it."
He turned around and secretly gave Li Xin'an a small bottle. Li Xin'an stood behind him, opened the stopper, and gently applied the powder inside to Chang Yu's wound.