Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 352: Sword Demon Yan Shisan
The snow has stopped and the wind has died down.
Cuiyun Peak, Green Water Lake.
The lake is like a mirror, reflecting the shadows of mountains, trees, and people.
The shadow of one person seems to be independent of the world, proud and extraordinary, and detached from the world.
This is because the world is white, only this person is black.
In the thick frost and snow, the man seemed to be black from head to toe, with black hair , black pupils, black clothes and black boots, and even the sword in his hand was wrapped in a black scabbard.
But beyond the black, there are pale cheeks and pale hands.
Against the backdrop of black and white, the man's face looked paler, and the blackness on the sword seemed thicker.
And beside this person, a figure suddenly appeared.
The man had his hair loose on his shoulders, and wore a dark robe. His eyes were dim, but both his face and hands exuded an aura that was almost icy, translucent and translucent, like a sculpture carved from crystal, a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship that was beyond compare.
"I knew you would come here." Li Muchan said.
He stood by the lake, looking at the lake below him and his reflection in the lake.
Unknowingly, his Mingyu Gong had advanced to this level.
And the other person next to him was of course Yan Shisan.
This man is obsessed with swords and is devoted to them. It seems that the sword is all he has in his life except killing.
Now that the news has spread, Yan Shisan, one of the most famous swordsmen in the world, will definitely come.
This person is too quiet.
He was already a quiet man back then, and now, after so many years, he is like a lump of ice, not talking, not laughing, not moving, and not speaking.
Li Muchan could almost feel the coldness that penetrated deep into the other person's bones, loneliness, coldness, and a murderous aura that made people's skin shudder.
Yan Shisan just stared at his reflection in the lake and whispered, "Do you know what my first thought was after I mastered my swordsmanship?"
Li Muchan's expression was a little dull, but he still asked, "What?"
“I’ve always wanted to try it.”
"Try what?"
"Your sword."
…
Yan Shisan's face seemed to have turned even paler. Although his tone was very light, the murderous aura in his body was like a sudden movement of wind and clouds that swept across the lake, creating layers of ripples.
But at this moment, the man laughed.
Li Muchan sighed , "Hasn't anyone ever told you that your smile is ugly?"
Yan Shisan laughed and said, "You are the only one in the world who has seen me smile."
"Then I'm really lucky." Li Muchan stood with his arms folded, also looking down at the lake. After sighing, he murmured, "I know."
The ripples on the lake subsided instantly.
The smile on Yan Shisan's face became even wider, as if he had never been so happy in his life.
"That's good."
No one wants to miss this battle, especially someone like Yan Shisan who loves swords so much.
Even though Li Muchan and he are close friends, Yan Shisan will never back down.
Yan Shisan had even wanted to meet Li Muchan for a long time, to try out this man's swordsmanship and challenge this world's top martial arts legend.
Therefore, there is absolutely no chance of luck in this battle. Only by giving it your all can you live up to your friends, yourself, and the sword in your hand.
Li Muchan was not surprised by this. He would be truly disappointed if the other party did not do so, but instead took personal feelings into consideration and retreated from fighting.
It is because they are close friends that they can understand each other's minds.
It is difficult to find a master, and it is even more difficult to find a top master. What's more, Yan Shisan is an extremely pure person, so pure that there is only a sword left in his life. How could Li Muchan refuse?
He was also eager to know how much this person had grown.
In just a few words, both parties understood each other's thoughts.
The comings and goings of the martial arts world, the countless grievances and hatreds, the endless conspiracies and intrigues, compared to the endless killing, the exhilarating battles, and the confrontations with equals, perhaps these are what really move people like them, and they will have no regrets even if they die.
“Ahem…”
Suddenly, Yan Shisan's towering figure shrank a little and he coughed lightly twice.
Then he leaped up, stepped on the water, and in a few quick moves he reached the other side of the lake and stood on the stone steps leading up the mountain.
Looking at Yan Shisan's back as he climbed up the mountain, Li Muchan couldn't help but sigh softly and did not choose to follow him.
Not long after Yan Shisan left, a member of the Tianxia Alliance suddenly rushed over to the shore of Green Water Lake and said respectfully to Li Muchan, "Alliance Master, we have found Mr. Bai."
Li Muchan said "Oh" and asked without turning around, "Where are the people?"
The man replied: "Dead!"
Hearing this answer, Li Muchan was a little surprised, "He's actually dead."
The subordinate continued, "He was killed by a sword, and the child's whereabouts are unknown. But don't worry, leader. The brothers are searching vigorously now, and I believe we will have news soon."
"Forget it." Li Muchan seemed to have thought of something and waved his hand, "Don't look for him anymore. Even if you find him, you can't do anything to him."
"Alliance leader, there is one more thing. Xie Xiaofeng has arrived at Qixingtang."
"Got it, back off!"
"yes!"
These people said nothing and retreated as soon as they received the order.
Then Li Muchan put his hands aside, turned his back, and said to himself, "It seems that you haven't forgotten your last name is Xie."
In this Jiangnan area, who else could it be except Xie Longteng, who is related to the Xie family and has such strength?
"Haha, Xie Xiaofeng? Come on everyone!"
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Qixingtang in Jiangnan, Murong family.
However, in just a few days, the Murong Mansion, which was usually bustling with guests, is now deserted and desolate.
The neighbors who used to flatter and cling to him all moved away, avoiding him as if he were a snake or scorpion.
The Murong family, one of the four great martial arts families in Jiangnan, finally collapsed at the height of its power and was irreparably destroyed.
The huge mansion has long been deserted.
Behind the half-open red door was a mess.
At this moment, a man suddenly stepped here and walked into the mansion.
The man who came in carried a magic sword on his back and had a head full of white hair. He looked like a lonely soul floating between heaven and earth. He floated in and walked straight towards the inner hall.
There were two coffins placed in the inner hall.
One mouth belongs to Murong Zheng, and the other belongs to Murong Qiudi.
In front of the two coffins, there was an old servant with blurred eyes, who was burning paper money loyally.
Perhaps hearing footsteps, the old servant said tremblingly, "You have completely plundered the mansion. There is nothing left here except two coffins."
However, after waiting for a long time without any response from the other party, the old servant finally raised his head with great difficulty and looked at the person who came.
But the moment he saw the man's face clearly, the old servant was dumbfounded at first, then burst into tears of joy and said in a hoarse voice, "Third Young Master, are you the Third Young Master of Excalibur Villa?"
The person who came was Xie Xiaofeng.
Xie Xiaofeng said nothing, but just looked silently at Murong Qiudi lying in the coffin on his right.
He wanted to reach out and touch the cheek of the person in the coffin, but halfway through, his five fingers gently grasped it.
With just this grip, the scattered long swords on the snow outside the door suddenly began to tremble for no apparent reason. Then, under the old servant's shocked and astonished gaze, the long swords were automatically drawn out of their sheaths and stuck into the snow, emitting long and humming sounds.
The sword chants came one after another, and the Xie family magic sword behind Xie Xiaofeng was also trembling, and a faint blood light bloomed from the scabbard.
"What a great Tianxia Alliance, what a great Li Muchan!"
I'm a bit stuck today...
