On the top of the snow-capped mountain, stood a person, dressed in white as the snow, as if blending in with the winter colors of the world.
There was a smile on his lips, but he had a repulsive temperament. It was incompatible with his elegance.
There is a sword in his hand, which is also a snow-white scabbard with simple patterns. The hilt is inlaid with pearls and ink-colored gemstones.
The sword is as famous as its master. He was once a talented swordsman who was famous all over the world. In his twenties, he was already ranked among the ten strongest people in the world.
Today, he is nearly forty years old and is already recognized as the strongest swordsman in the world. He himself does not think so, because in his heart, there is a person whose swordsmanship is far better than him.
At that time, the snow was still heavy.
There is a man climbing a mountain on the mountain trail. He is wearing a green robe and has a handsome face. He has a long sword hanging at an angle behind him. He is looking left and right, strolling around like a passerby.
Shan Baiyi knew that this person was the protagonist today.
A man in black robe stopped three feet away, looked at white robe, and asked: "The best sword in the world, Han Qianye?"
Bai Yi nodded: "It's me."
The black robe asked: "Are you worthy of being number one in the world?"
Bai Yi shook his head: "No."
The man in black robe suddenly smiled, with a cynical smile. He pulled out his long sword, pointed it at the white robe, and said: "Today, the number one in the world will change hands."
Baiyi's face didn't change: "I understand."
The black robe asked: "Do you know me?"
Baiyi looked into the distance: "I've known for a long time, and I've known about this calamity for a long time."
The black robe raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you accept your fate?"
Baiyi nodded, pressed the thumb of his left hand on the hilt of the sword, and said, "I'm just not willing to give in."
The black-robed man turned his wrist, held a sword flower, put the sword behind his back, and said: "I ask about the sword, it only distinguishes life and death."
Bai Yi said calmly: "Draw out the sword."
There was a sneer at the corner of the black robe's mouth, the sword flashed, and the sword thrust out. Only an afterimage was seen, bringing up snowflakes on the ground.
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Youshi, sunset time.
Wearing a black robe and carrying a sword, he descended the mountain.
His body was stained with blood, but the smile on his face did not diminish.
The next day, news spread throughout the streets.
The street corner restaurants are full of rumors about the battle at Tiankaishan yesterday.
"Have you heard that Han Qianye of the Nine Swordsmen died under the sword of the Sanren swordsman Li Xiao?"
"Isn't that right? I don't think that Li Xiao, who is so humble, could be so capable."
Someone smacked their tongues.
"That's nothing. The most important thing is that I heard that Li Xiao only used one sword!"
"A sword? It's fake, right? Even when Han Qianye asked He Lu for the sword, they fought for a whole night before the winner was decided!"
He Lu was the second person in the world in swordsmanship after Han Qianye.
"Let me see, it must be Li Xiao who used a trick to attack. Otherwise, with the skill of Great Swordsman Han, how could he not be able to catch even one sword?"
Someone stood up to defend Han Qianye. They must be either a disciple of the Nine Swords Sect or someone who was close to him.
Someone immediately stood up to refute: "It's just that Han Qianye's skills are inferior to others, but it doesn't matter if he has a few more swords, he's still not dead!"
Everyone in the restaurant had their own opinions and was very noisy.
Beside the window, there was a man in black robe drinking alone, with a plate of side dishes on the table to accompany the wine.
The man finished the side dishes, drank the wine in the pot, stood up and left. When he left, he asked the shopkeeper for a pot of wine.
In the dusk, the man in black robe turned into an alley with the setting sun on his back. At the other end of the alley, someone was waiting for a long time with a sword in his arms.
The black robe stopped, and someone appeared behind him, blocking his way.
He is also a swordsman.
Two people, two swords, one old and one young, one in front and one behind.
The young man holding the sword spoke first: "Li Xiao, did you really kill Han Qianye with one sword?"
The black robe is none other than Li Xiao, who is the best swordsman in the world at Tiankai Peak.
Li Xiao has never met these two people, but he has heard their names. They are both famous masters in the world.
The real name of the old man behind him is unknown, but people in the world call him Lao Jiujian. Because he can kill the most enemies with nine swords, he is famous in Jiuzhou Jianghu. He is one of the top ten swordsmen in the world.
This time he came to Qingcheng Town with the intention of interrogating the sword Han Qianye. Unexpectedly, Han Qianye died under Li Xiao's sword, so he changed his target to Li Xiao.
The young man's name is Xie Ling, the young master of Gujian Villa. He is a famous genius in the world. He has practiced swordsmanship since he was a child. At the age of eighteen, he has already ranked among the top ten swordsmen in the world.
Li Xiao knew very well that they came because they wanted to weigh the weight of the new No. 1 person in the world. But Li Xiao had his own rules, so he said: "If you ask me for a sword, the difference is life or death."
Xie Ling was eager to try. He looked at the old man behind Li Xiao and asked, "Who comes first?"
Lao Jiujian sneered: "Why don't we decide the winner first?"
Li Xiao said: "Why don't we come together."
Lao Jiujian frowned and said, "Let's go together?"
Li Xiao nodded and said, "I'm in a hurry."
Xie Ling said angrily: "You are too arrogant. It would be disgraceful to win even if you bully a large number and a small number!"
Li Xiao smiled and said: "You don't even have a chance to draw your sword, so how can you talk about winning or losing?"
Xie Ling no longer had the patience to talk nonsense and said coldly: "Draw out the sword!"
Li Xiao asked: "Seriously?"
Xie Ling nodded: "Seriously!"
Li Xiao's sword has been unsheathed, and the sword is like the wind. In the blink of an eye, he rushes to Xie Ling, picks out the sword in his arms, and the tip of the sword has touched the young man's forehead.
Xie Ling's hands and feet are cold, what a fast sword!
Even against Han Qianye, he asked himself how many rounds he could go, but he lost so easily in the hands of this man. As he said, there was no chance to win or lose when he didn't even have a chance to draw his sword.
Li Xiao said indifferently: "You lose, but I won't kill you."
Xie Ling asked: "Why?"
Li Xiao had a sarcastic smile on his lips and said, "I'll give you another chance to take action, but there's only one chance."
Xie Ling clenched his fists. This was undoubtedly a humiliation for a top ten swordsman, but he did not want to miss this opportunity.
Li Xiao said: "Go back to Gujian Villa and practice sword practice for ten years before you come back to kill me. Maybe you still have a chance."
Xie Ling gritted his teeth and suddenly stared at Li Xiao and asked, "What if you die by someone else's sword ten years later?"
Li Xiao smiled and said: "Then you kill the person who can kill me, and you will be the best in the world."
His kind of self-confidence makes him the best in the world, and he cannot kill me!
Xie Ling squinted at the man in front of her and said, "Then you'd better not die."
Li Xiao sneered and said, "As you wish."
Xie Ling turned around and left. Li Xiao looked back at Lao Jiujian and said, "It's your turn."
Lao Jiujian knew something was wrong, so he took the lead and jumped up, thrusting his sword in the air. This was the first sword of his famous Nine Swords, Bird Leap.
Li Xiao ducked sideways and made an understatement.
Lao Jiujian stood up, turned around and thrust out the second move, flying back.
Li Xiao unsheathed his sword and swung it to block.
When two swords failed, Lao Jiujian struck out with another sword, Eagle Strike.
Li Xiao still dodged and did not throw a single sword.
Just when Lao Jiujian was about to strike out with his fourth sword, Li Xiao finally took action.
The sword broke through the air and pierced Lao Jiujian's throat. Lao Jiujian was unable to stab the fourth sword until his death.
Li Xiao looked at Lao Jiujian, who was still alive, and said coldly: "It can only be three."
Sheathing the sword, Lao Jiujian fell to the ground.
Li Xiao looked at the corpse on the ground and suddenly smiled: "If you can survive, you will be more famous than you are now. Even Han Qianye can only throw one sword at me, but you have thrown three swords at me. It's a pity that you are dead."
Li Xiao left the alley, leaving only a body.
Soon, the news that Li Xiao defeated Xie Ling and Lao Jiujian in a row spread throughout the world, confirming his title as the best swordsman in the world.
However, fame is as light as a feather to Li Xiao. When he asked Sword Han Qianye, he just wanted to test how fast his sword was, not because he coveted the reputation of being the best swordsman in the world.
...
Nine Swords Gate, Yun Shang upstairs.
Blood-stained white clothes were hung on the wall, and a sword lay across the table. They were Han Qianye's clothes and his sword, whose name was Jixue.
As elegant as a sword.
Facing the white clothes, kneeling is a young man, also in white clothes.
He is Han Qianye’s only disciple, his name is Shi Yu, and his talent is mediocre. The fifteen-year-old boy cannot compare with anyone of the same age in the Nine Swords Clan. Fortunately, his master is Han Qianye. He is a distinguished young sect.
Lord, but now Han Qianye is dead.
"Shi Yu, you colluded with Li Xiao to harm the sect leader and deceived the master and destroyed the ancestors. You deserve death!"
A roar echoed through the clouds upstairs, shaking the dust from the beams.
The speaker carried his sword and walked, his eyes like torches, staring straight at Shi Yu, and said: "As the disciple of the sect leader, you actually colluded with Li Xiao and drugged the sect leader. You are the culprit of the sect leader's death!
"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar.
The Nine Swordsmen disciples on the upper floor looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.
"No wonder Li Xiao was able to defeat the sect master with just one sword strike. It turns out you are the troublemaker, you little beast!"
A disciple of the Nine Swords Sect stood up and accused Shi Yu, full of anger.
The disciples of the Nine Swords Sect were as if they were waking up from a dream, and everyone was in a state of excitement. For a while, curses were heard one after another, and they wanted to chop Shi Yu into pieces on the spot.
Shi Yu looked at the visitor coldly and asked, "What's the motive?"
The man said: "Seeking power and usurping the throne!"
Shi Yu sneered: "The position of the little sect leader?"
The person who came was very familiar to Shi Yu. He was Zhu Zhe, the elder of the Nine Swords Sect. Apart from his master, this person was usually the best to him. Unexpectedly, it was this person who took the lead in throwing dirty water.
The world is in trouble!
Zhu Zhe said in a deep voice: "What a loud tone! If you are not the sect master, do you have other plans? Could it be the sect master's sword?"
A bigger hat was placed on Shi Yu's head.
Shi Yu said indifferently: "When master dies, the sword and the position of sect leader will be mine, so why bother?"
Zhu Zhe sneered and said: "What a waste are you? Even if you die, the sect master is still alive and well. If you weren't afraid of this, why would you be so anxious?"
Shi Yu suddenly smiled and said, "Zhu Zhe, don't you just want the position of sect leader? I'll give it to you, why bother with so much trouble?"
Zhu Zhe pointed his sword at Shi Yu and said righteously: "Do you think everyone is as dirty as you?"
Shi Yu laughed loudly, unsheathed his sword, pointed at Zhu Zhe, and said boldly: "Well said! So what do you want? Ask me about the sword?"
Zhu Zhe spat and said mockingly: "Are you worthy? Today I will do justice for heaven, except you, the little beast who deceived the master and destroyed the ancestor!"
After saying this, he stabbed out with a sword.
Shi Yu lost all hope, and letting him fight with Zhu Zhe was like hitting an egg against a stone.
However, he still drew his sword, not to kill people, but to have a clear conscience.
He thought of the days when he was struggling to survive in the village. What more could that poor young man ask for if he could live a life of fine clothing and fine food for five years?
It seems that dying here is not bad, right? This chapter has been completed!