"Bang!" Wang Yan narrowly avoided the sword. The big sword struck the ground, splashing sparks all over the ground.
Wide cracks spread across the ground, like a huge spider web, which was shocking.
"What a sharp sword!" Wang Yan was secretly shocked. Judging from the general's blow, he was not strong physically or very powerful. It was absolutely impossible for him to cause such great damage to the earth with his own strength.
The reason can only be due to the sword in his hand.
After several consecutive turns, Wang Yan escaped the general's pursuit. Only then did he have time to look at the general carefully.
Although the tall horse under the general's crotch is majestic, it is not a living creature, but a ghost horse, with its body shining with a faint blue light.
The general riding on it was wearing chainmail, and his figure was not that extraordinary. What was shocking was that he was a headless corpse, with the head held in his left hand. The head also had an ordinary appearance, and even had a
A little vulgar.
The headless general raised his head with his left hand, waved his sword with his right hand, and drove the ghost horse under his crotch to kill Wang Yan again.
"What the hell?" Wang Yan didn't have time to think about it, and the red thread in his hand shot out, weaving into layers of large nets in the air, and covering the headless general.
This headless general seemed to have low intelligence. He didn't know how to dodge when the red thread came. He still foolishly rushed into the [Jieqing Net] formed by the red thread, and was immediately tied up like a rice dumpling.
Wang Yan was overjoyed and was about to tighten the red line when the general's head suddenly showed anger and roared sharply!
"Tsk! Tsk!"
The sound of the red thread breaking was endless. The sword in the headless general's hand was like a puddle of autumn water, dancing with a heart-stopping light.
He held a few sword flowers in his right hand, and with a few simple strokes, he chopped the red thread into pieces.
"Hell!" Wang Yan cursed, but he forgot that he was also a ghost. The red thread was made by Dayue Lao by collecting the love threads of lovers in the world and combining it with the underworld's yellow spring water and the juice of the other shore flower. It is the toughest and most ordinary flying sword.
It is impossible to cut it off, but under this big sword, it is as fragile as spider silk.
In less than a breath, the red thread in his hand took shape again. The red thread has unique properties and does not belong to any substance in the world. As long as there are lovers who love each other in this world, the red thread will continue to regenerate.
Despite this, Wang Yan did not dare to use the red thread to block the big sword anymore. The sword was so sharp that it might hit him and cut him in half, seriously injuring his soul.
The general looked at Wang Yan, his wrists trembled, and he struck Wang Yanxu three times with his big sword!
A sword!
Two swords!
Three swords!
Three rays of sword energy as bright as moonlight rushed towards Wang Yan!
The sword energy emits dazzling light and fierce murderous intent, tearing the air apart. The sword energy and the air rub against each other, making a harsh sound, which is soul-stirring.
The so-called sword energy refers to a sword master who practices martial arts in the mortal world. He pours his lifelong skills into the long sword and releases the true energy through the long sword. This state can only be achieved by top masters who have been immersed in the sword all their lives.
This general doesn't look like a master of swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship he uses is not exquisite, but he can emit sword energy, which must be due to the big sword.
The three sword qi hit the ground almost in no particular order. The hard ground was like tofu under the sword qi, and the rocks within three feet of the surface were crushed into thousands of pieces by the sword qi.
Wang Yan rolled on the ground several times in embarrassment, doing a "lazy donkey roll" and finally stood up. His left arm hung down limply. It was obvious that he had been slightly injured by the sword energy just now.
"Quack, quack!" The head held in the hands of the military general grinned ferociously, letting out an inarticulate laugh.
"Laughing at your mother!" Wang Yan was irritated. In terms of the real level of this headless general, that is, the realm of possession, he was not much different from himself. Without the ghost sword, Wang Yan was confident that he could deal with him. However, with this sword
, it was a situation where Wang Yan was suppressed and beaten.
"There's something weird about his sword. I sensed the power of destiny in the sword, which seems to be [Iron Cutting]." Wheel of Fortune sent a message to Wang Yan. "You find a way to attack his wrist and seize the sword."
"I think so too!" Wang Yan blocked left and right, dodging the attacks of sword energy. The top swordsman in the world can only send out ten sword energy in one breath. This headless general wields a big sword.
However, the Qi was fired one after another as if it was useless, and more than forty sword Qi were released in an instant.
"Fight!" Wang Yan took a deep breath and advanced instead of retreating! The sword energy was so dense that he didn't even have time to change his fate.
Wang Yan did not move in a straight line, but in a zigzag pattern, turning left and right, and pounced on the headless general in a roundabout way. He saw that the headless general's head was not very bright and his reaction was very slow. Fortunately, this was the case.
Otherwise, under such a fierce sword attack, Wang Yan would have fallen to the ground long ago.
"Hit!" At the cost of being hit by the sword energy in two or three places on his body, Wang Yan finally bullied the headless general, raised his fist, and hit the general's right hand holding the sword.
"Hmph!" Just when Wang Yan's fist was about to get close to the general's right hand, the general snorted and flicked his five fingers. The big sword suddenly spun in his hand, with the blade facing backward, fiercely.
The fist slashed at Wang Yan almost cut off his arm.
"He is so sensitive to this move! It seems that many people saw his flaw before this dead ghost was alive and wanted to steal his sword. He has experienced countless battles and has perfected the wrist-cutting move."
After two more unsuccessful attempts and two more scars on his body, Wang Yan gave up the idea of attacking his right hand.
"What to do, what to do?" Wang Yan tried his best to avoid it, his mind running rapidly.
At this time, a gust of cold wind blew, and the ancient battlefield was filled with smoke and dust. A grain of sand hit the eye socket of the general's head, and he blinked hurriedly.
Wang Yan suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his heart.
After fighting for a few more moves, he attacked the headless general again and punched his right hand. The general withdrew his sword and blocked it. At this time, Wang Yan suddenly changed his moves!
He originally attacked the general's right hand with his left fist, but in the middle of the attack, his right fist suddenly stretched out, raised his two index fingers, made a sword gesture, and plunged desperately into the eyes of the headless general's head held in his left hand!
"ah!"
The general's eyes were stabbed hard by Wang Yan, and he shivered in pain! His right hand could no longer hold the sword tightly, his palm was slightly loose, and the sword fell straight down.
Wang Yan had quick eyes and quick hands. He grabbed the big sword and struck it with his hand without hesitation!
The previous sword, the next sword, the left sword, the right sword.
The headless general was neatly chopped into eight pieces.
He made a vague sound from his mouth, "I, Xia Houen, how could I, Xia Houen..."
"You talk too much, please rest." Wang Yan slashed through the air, and a sword energy came through the air, blasting him into a pile of powder.
"This sword is indeed not an ordinary sword!" Wang Yan held the big sword and felt that there seemed to be a small living being inside the sword. A sharp and domineering feeling enveloped his whole body, making him unable to help boiling with fighting spirit.
There was an urge to split everything he could see in half. Wang Yan forced his will to suppress the urge.
"The general called himself Xia Houen when he was about to die? Well, he was the sword bearer of Cao Cao, King of Wei during the Three Kingdoms era. Come to think of it, this big sword is the Qinghong Sword?"
Wang Yan stroked the clear water-like blade of the sword and thought to himself.
Cao Cao had two divine swords in his hands, both of which were famous in the world. One was named [Yitian] and the other was named [Qinghong].
The Yitian Sword symbolizes the royal way and has boundless domineering power, which can scare the enemy and defeat them without a fight; the Qinghong Sword is extremely sharp, the sharpest in the world, and can cut off almost all weapons.
[Yitian Sword] was worn by Cao Cao, and [Qinghong Sword] was kept by his sword-carrying officer Xia Houen. In the famous battle of Changbanpo, Zhao Yun, Liu Bei's general, captured the Qinghong Sword and held it in Changban.
Po entered and exited seven times, killing Cao's army until rivers of blood flowed out. Although Zhao Yun's martial arts was superb, the Qinghong Sword also played an irreplaceable and important role.
Zhao Yun was not the true owner of Qinghong Sword. After his death, Qinghong Sword automatically returned to Cao Cao.
"There is a sword spirit in this divine sword. The sword spirit originally carried the destiny of [Splitting the Earth]." Wheel of Fortune explained, "However, this sword has obviously not drank human blood for thousands of years, and its spiritual nature has greatly degraded. The destiny of [Splitting the Earth]
It has degenerated into [Iron Cutting], and its power is far worse than before."
Wang Yan secretly smacked his tongue. This sword has deteriorated so much and is still so powerful. If it was in its heyday, how could it still be used? It was simply a weapon for killing people.
"Cao Cao's sword-carrying officer, Cao Cao's Qinghong Sword..." Wang Yan looked at the majestic imperial mausoleum not far away. "Could it be that Cao Cao was suspicious? Before he died, he was afraid that people would steal his tomb, so he laid out seventy-two
It is said that there are countless treasures in the tomb. For thousands of years, countless people have searched for the real burial place of Cao Cao, but all they found were fake tombs. Is this the real tomb of Cao Cao?
Wang Yan turned around and looked around. There was nothing behind him, and he didn't know where he was coming from.
"There is no escape route from behind. If I want to get out, I'm afraid I have to break into Cao Cao's imperial mausoleum." Wang Yan clenched the Qinghong Sword in his hand. "We can't die here! Even if there is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den ahead, we have to break through!"
Several crescent-shaped sword energy fired dozens of feet away, splitting open the gate of the imperial mausoleum.
Wang Yan and Qinghong Sword, each with one sword, entered Cao Cao's imperial mausoleum.
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Fate: [Cut Iron]
Attribute: Skill grid
Characteristics: Psychic swords and swords often possess weapon spirits. Swords drink the blood of thousands of people, giving birth to this vicious destiny. Weapons with this destiny can cut gold and jade like tofu, and behead heads like melons.
!The weapon spirits of famous generals such as Long Quan, Gan Jiang Mo Xie, Wu Gou, and Yu Chang all have this fate.
Cultivation: Various sword skills, knife skills, and spear skills. There are different training methods according to different weapons.
Evolution: The sword drank the blood of a hundred people and gave birth to [Cut Iron]; drank the blood of a thousand people and evolved into [Breaking Water]; drank the blood of ten thousand people and evolved into [Split the Earth].dd