Li Xin'an looked back and saw that the door was still closed. The terrifying coercion coming from the house had not stopped diminishing since the evening.
I don't know when the sword will be cast.
Now he began to regret letting Pei Min forge swords, at least not so early. When they settled everything and went outside the city to find a deserted mountain and wilderness, wouldn't they be able to practice however they wanted and for as long as they wanted?
Sanyu started to close his eyes and rest an hour ago. He asked Li Xin'an to stare at the people in the world who were eager to seize the sword.
Li Xin'an stared for an hour, his eyes hurt so much, he rubbed his red eyes and yawned.
Under an eaves not far away, a masked man in black clothes clung to it, holding a crossbow in his hand and aiming the arrow at Li Xin'an.
He pulled the trigger.
An extremely weak sound broke through the air, and the black arrow turned into a bolt of lightning and shot towards Li Xin'an.
Sanyu suddenly opened his eyes, raised his sword and swung it towards the arrow.
But it was too late. The attacker had perfect timing. Sanyu's sword just brushed against the edge of the arrow without changing its trajectory at all.
Li Xin'an was still yawning, tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes. He didn't feel at all that his life was about to end.
"Master, be careful!"
He was suddenly thrown out and his head hit the door frame hard.
Li Xin'an opened his eyes blankly, only to see Wu Xiang being carried backwards by the arrow and falling to the ground. Following the trajectory of his flight, blood formed a line on the ground.
"Wuxiang!" Li Xin'an hurriedly ran over and held him in his arms.
"Master, I'm fine."
Wu Xiang took a breath, grinning and covering his head. Li Xin'an looked at his wound and saw a thin wound extending from his cheekbone to the corner of his eye.
"Wuxiang, do you... hurt?" Li Xin'an asked with a trembling voice.
"My head hurts a lot." Wu Xiang rubbed the back of his head that was knocked on the ground and said aggrievedly: "Master, will I become a fool?"
"Who asked about your brain!" Li Xin'an said angrily, "Face, your face!"
Wu Xiang didn't know why. He touched his cheek and saw blood on his hand. He was so frightened that he turned pale and said, "Young... Young Master, I... will I die..."
"It's okay, you won't die." Li Xin'an gritted his teeth and said, his eyes gradually became crystal clear, and he held Wu Xiang's wound tightly, "Do you feel any pain?"
"...it doesn't hurt."
"ah?"
Sanyu said in a low voice: "It's okay. Wu Xiang was not injured by the arrow, but was scratched by the strong wind caused by the arrow. It's nothing serious. The bleeding stopped after a while. Junior brother, you are still worried about him."
Will you become a fool if you kowtow to your head?"
Li Xin'an breathed a sigh of relief, and the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. He slapped his chest and murmured: "As long as it's okay, it'll be okay..."
Sanyu stood up and looked at the scattered sword holders on the street with gloomy eyes. After a long time, he laughed out loud.
"Among you, there are some whose names I have heard of, and some whom I don't know. No matter what, those who come here should be reputable men! Whether they are grabbing swords or killing people, they should come for me, Sanyu.
Here comes my master Pei Min! If you stab someone in the back, you may not be a hero, but if you point your weapon at a child, you are a real villain!"
"Based on this, you are not worthy of standing here, and you are not worthy of the sword you are holding in your hands!"
"I, Sanyu, look down on you!"
Sanyu's words resounded on the street, the sound spread far away, and then came back, and the echo rang in their ears again.
It was obvious to all that Li Xin'an was attacked. Regardless of whether the attack had anything to do with them or not, they were obviously tied to a rope with the person who attacked him.
Finally, someone couldn't hold back his anger and started yelling: "Damn it, I can't bear to do anything to a child! Get out of that guy who is playing with bows and arrows, don't dare to do it!"
"Drag us brothers into the water and see if I don't skin you!"
"Mr. Chang Yu, Chen Xiaodong of Xunyang is too embarrassed to be with this person and does not dare to seize the sword."
"Ruyang Liu Yigang didn't dare to seize the sword."
"Xiangcheng Model Essay: This is my farewell!"
On the street, a few more people walked sparsely.
Sanyu once again glanced at the people who stayed indifferently. The second-grade swordsman had not left yet. The others were also closing their eyes and concentrating, paying no attention to what Sanyu said.
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They are all ruthless!
The street is not empty yet, because there are still people rushing here, and maybe soon the place will be blocked with people.
Sanyu turned his head and glanced at the closed door, and thought to himself: Master, you have to hold on tight!
The sword-making furnace shook violently.
Quan Wanqiu's dark face was as red as blood. Among the three people present, his cultivation was the weakest and he was also the one who couldn't bear it the most.
"Commander Quan, hold on, the first sword is about to be forged." Pei Min couldn't even speak at this time and could only send a message to Quan Wanqiu.
Quan Wanqiu blinked, indicating that he understood.
The sword-forging furnace suddenly made a muffled sound, and as the sword-forging slag fell, streams of sharp sword energy bombarded the thin wall of the sword-forging furnace.
"Stay steady, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted!"
Pei Min's heartfelt voice rang in the ears of Zhong Nanxun and Quan Wanqiu. Almost at the same time, the two of them poured the last pure energy in their bodies into the sword-making furnace, and then were strangled to pieces by the fierce sword energy.
Time passed by, and the three of them seemed to have taken a bath in the river. Their bodies were soaked with sweat, their bodies were wet, and blood oozed from their mouths and noses.
There was a faint fear in their hearts, as if their lives were about to be surrendered here.
Is it so difficult to forge a sword? It's hard to imagine how those swordsmiths with only the fourth or fifth level of cultivation can forge those peerless swords that are famous all over the world.
After an unknown amount of time, the sharp sword energy gradually weakened, and the Bagua diagram on the Xuanwu statue at the bottom of the sword-making furnace slowly moved away.
As the Bagua diagram rotated and changed, the four elephants on the sword-making furnace, including the green dragon, white tiger, red bird, and Xuanwu, simultaneously spurted out a stream of flames from their mouths, burning Pei Min and the others into thick black faces.
Just the last step left!
Pei Min bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which was his essence and blood of the Heavenly Realm.
Pei Min stretched out his palm, firmly grabbed the blood essence, and pulled it into the sword-making furnace.
The Bagua diagram finally slowly stopped rotating, and the one facing upward was Kan Gua.
"The Kan hexagram represents water, which is the most feminine. When Sanyu's "Gange" sword was drawn, the Li hexagram was on top, in charge of the sword. Now that the Kan hexagram is on top, this sword can eliminate his murderous aura.
and hostility.”
Pei Min looked at the green dragon statue coiled on the top of the sword-making furnace and slowly opened his mouth and said with a smile: "You two, the first sword is done!"
"If you have something to do, report it early; if nothing happens, leave the court -"
The high-pitched voice of the eunuch resounded throughout the hall, and the chicken-like voice could be heard hundreds of steps away.
Outside that splendid palace, a man wearing a rich purple suit and holding a white jade whisk was slowly walking towards the palace, followed by dozens of groveling servants.
"Well, going to court is getting more and more boring now. How wonderful it used to be. I could still hear this gentleman and that gentleman arguing so furiously that their faces turned pale. It was almost to the point of life and death. We were just aside.
Not to mention how much fun it is to watch a play. Now, just retreating from the court without anything to do. There is not even a joke in the huge palace. Wouldn’t it be boring to death? Chao En, do you know why this is? "
Behind him, a young chamberlain walked out, lowered his head and said with a smile: "Commander Gao, this is naturally due to the mighty power of the saint and the good teachings of General Manager Gao."
"Hey, you're the only one who talks sweetly." No, he can no longer be called a man in elegant attire. The status of this popular third-grade eunuch who silenced the entire court was the same as Li Linfu's status in the court.
Even higher!
Because he is Gao Lishi.
"Huh?" Under the respectful salutes of the surrounding imperial guards, the popular eunuch chief was about to step up the steps, but suddenly he looked up in one direction.
Yu Chaoen, who was following him, didn't know why, and followed Gao Lishi's gaze. The sky over there was gloomy, and it seemed like it was going to rain.
"Chaoen, at what level have you reached the level of the exercises I was taught to you?"
Gao Lishi's words brought Yu Chaoen's attention back, and he said respectfully: "Manager Gao, Chaoen is ignorant, and he has only practiced Qingshan Eternal Age Kung Fu to the third level."
"The third floor is enough. Over there, you go there. Don't send out the Jinwu Guards, and don't pursue the people behind. Let the matter on the street be settled on the street. Control the situation and don't let them make a big fuss. No
Those who obey will be killed."
"Yes." The servant fish retreated towards Enling, and after a few jumps, he disappeared in front of everyone.
The popular general manager narrowed his eyes, gently stroked the whisk in his hand, and said with a sigh: "Hey, I didn't expect that he really got it out of me..."
In the underground chamber of the Li Mansion, Zhang Siyuan was covered in blood. He held a dagger in his hand and inserted it into the heart of a Blood Clothes Hall disciple with an expressionless face.
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"Zhang Siyuan, why do you want to kill me!" In front of him, a middle-aged man covered one of his blind eyes and shouted desperately.
"It's just to counter the rebellion." Zhang Siyuan said hoarsely.
"I did not betray Xueyitang! How much have I dedicated to Xueyitang over the years? My father, mother, brother, wife and daughter all died for Xueyitang. This is my home, and I have done nothing to disrespect it.
thing!"
"Is it important?" Zhang Siyuan said indifferently: "I said you betrayed, you just betrayed."
The man retreated desperately until his back touched the wall, unable to retreat.
He "popped", knelt down, and cried: "Uncle Zhang, I don't know what I did wrong, but you watched me grow up with your own eyes. I... I am your son!"
"Shut up!" Zhang Siyuan's eyes flashed with deep disgust. In his heart, he only had one child.
"Qining, you colluded with outsiders and intended to subvert the centuries-old inheritance of the Blood Clothes Hall. Today, I, under the authority of the Hall Master, will take your life."
The man finally accepted his fate, and the despair in his eyes turned into hysteria. He raised his head and laughed crazily: "Hahaha... I understand, Zhang Siyuan, you are afraid that you will not live long and that I will replace you as the hall master.
Seat! Zhang Siyuan, you hypocritical old thing, you—"
He was speechless. Zhang Siyuan's dagger passed by his throat. Qin Ning covered his throat in pain. Blood flowed out between his fingers. He opened his mouth and could no longer say a word.
Without words, he fell into a pool of blood unwillingly.
The fighting around them gradually stopped, and the duel between the two leaders had already decided the winner. Naturally, the people under his command would no longer work for their dead master.
Zhang Siyuan glanced at them slowly, each of them had different expressions. Qi Ning's words before his death undoubtedly planted a seed of distrust in their hearts.
It seems that there are still many people to kill...
Zhang Siyuan raised his head and looked at a place. Although the place was full of black stone walls and mechanisms, it did not prevent him from feeling the scene outside.
The mountain rain is about to come and the wind fills the building.
"Xu Fu, you old fool, I've been risking my life here to pave the way for Xin An, so don't stand in the way and fail to take care of him. If something really goes wrong, I'll kill you too!"
Zhang Siyuan walked into the crowd expressionlessly. When he passed a person, he inserted the blood-soaked dagger into his chest again.
The heavy rain poured down on the wound on Sanyu's back, causing burning pain.
He had no time to care about the pain, gritted his teeth and swung his sword to cut off the head of the person in front of him, then inserted the sword in his left hand into the chest of the other person, pulled it out with his backhand and kicked the dead swordsman away towards the crowd.
A few rays of cold light flashed, and the swordsman's body was chopped into several pieces. Several more people rushed over. Wherever Sanyu looked, there were crazy faces.
There are two swords in his hands.
A quarter of an hour ago, the sky changed suddenly, and along with a sharp sword energy, Pei Min's powerful voice came from afar.
"Yu'er, this sword is called "Zhi Ge". It is intended to remove your warlike attitude and eliminate your hostility. Why don't you pick up the sword quickly!"
The door of the room opened with a bang, then closed immediately, and a cold light shot towards Sanyu.
Sanyu stretched out his hand to catch the sword steadily. The long sword had no scabbard. Unlike the bronze "Gange", this "Zhige" was as bright as the moon.
The eyes of everyone on the street are red!
"kill him!"
I don't know who shouted first, but immediately seven or eight swordsmen rushed towards him with swords.
Sanyu smiled grimly and said: "Okay, let me try this "Zhi Ge" to see if it will make me show mercy or make me not survive!"
Raindrops started to fall from the sky, and then a heavy rain poured down. Sanyu waved his swords with both hands, twisting and turning in the light and shadow of the swords. The cold light passed by, and blood splashed everywhere.
The rain curtain made it difficult to open one's eyes. Li Xin'an dragged Wu Xiang to the corridor, and when he ran out to take a look, Sanyu could no longer be seen. The rain curtain and the sound of rain almost completely blocked Li Xin'an's eyes and ears.
, he didn’t know Sanyu’s situation, whether he was alive or dead. Even though he was extremely anxious, he couldn’t do anything to help.
Sanyu used all his strength to cut the enemy in front of him into two pieces, temporarily repelling their attack. He no longer knew how many people had died under his own hands. The corpses around him were scattered at his feet, almost every time he walked.
Every step you take will cause you to stumble.
Sanyu gained a brief period of peace. No one dared to come looking for death, at least not yet. Fortunately for him, the elusive archer never appeared again. After all, in such a majestic rainy day, his arrows had no trace.
effect.
Raindrops pattered on the ground, wind roared and thunder struck, and Sanyu heard a slightly different sound.