Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

A loud bang.

In Zilanxuan, the roof of the lobby of Room No. [-] in Tianzi exploded with a bang, beams broke, sawdust flew, tiles shattered, and rocks flew.

On half of the beam, Li Changqing held the sword in his right hand, and pulled the beam with his left hand, his body soared into the air, kneeling on the ground, the tip of the sword in his right hand rested, and a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Three to five hundred meters away, on a city tower, Ji Wuye and his party had a panoramic view of this scene.

Holding the bronze wine bottle, Ji Wuye gently swayed the wine glass with his right hand, and drank it in one gulp. He watched leisurely and said, "The Eight Swords of Yue Wang, Black and White Xuanjian. Sure enough, we have not been disappointed."

"This Li Changqing broke into the Bloodcloth Fort alone to steal the Gu Mother and retreated. His strength can defeat Tianze, and he can compete with Zizai Realm. He can be called the top existence of the ninth rank of martial arts."

"However, under the sharpness of the black and white Xuanjian swords, he still suffered from sword wounds."

Bai Feng and Mo Ya also saw this scene, their pupils widened slightly, and their expressions were horrified.

Mo Ya and Bai Feng knew Li Changqing's strength. When Li Changqing first entered the ninth rank, he could suppress the two of them and a group of bird killers with one sword.

Mo Crow entered the ninth rank for the first time, and Bai Feng was the peak of the eighth rank. The two teamed up to break out their unique skills, but they were still seriously injured by Li Changqing.

But Li Changqing was only scratched by two bird feather talismans, the wound was less than an inch. For a martial arts practitioner, such a small injury does not require exercise and breath adjustment, and the powerful self-healing ability of a first-class martial artist can be fully recovered in two or three days.

Now, Li Changqing, who is at the pinnacle of the ninth rank, controls a powerful sword technique that touches the realm of kendo, but is still defeated by Xuan Jian's black and white swords.

Mo Ya and Bai Feng looked at each other slightly, and the same thought came out of the tacit understanding in their hearts.

If the two of them faced black and white Xuanjian, within ten moves, would they still be alive?
Fortunately, they and Luo Wang are not enemies, at least not for now.

The Emerald Tiger smiled and said: "The Eight Swords of the King of Yue are the eight famous swords that Goujian, the overlord of the generation, ordered the top swordsmiths in Wuyue to use the red gold of Kunwu Mountain to forge the eight famous swords."

"Black and white Xuan Jian, one black and one white, the black sword is Xuan, the white sword is Jian. The Eight Swords of the King of Yue are ranked fourth."

The Emerald Tiger smiled triumphantly: "I saw you today, it's really extraordinary, Li Changqing must die."

"It's a pity that such an arrogance, with unlimited potential, has to go against Ye Mu."

Ji Wuye's eyes were sharp, and he said with a smile: "This time, Luo Wang really borrowed a good helper for us."

"The Eight Swords of the King of Yue, every snare killer who wields one of the eight swords is a top level Tianzi master."

"Heaven kills the earth, demons and monsters. Tian Ziyi is the highest-level assassin in Luowang. It is said that as long as Luowang Tianzi makes a shot, there has never been a case of a miss."

Bian Que, the ancestor of the physician, Gongsun Yan, the strategist, Shang Yang of the Qin State, and even Wu Qi, who created the legend of the invincibility of Wei soldiers, all died under the sword of the killer.

Although Xinji Wuye didn't know about these secrets, but what he said was indeed true, since Luo Wangtianzi first made a move, he rarely missed.

Jade Tiger smiled and said: "One Xuan Jian saves Ye Mu a lot of manpower and material resources, this deal is very good deal."

Ji Wuye snorted coldly when he heard this, and said angrily, "Tiger, that's not the way to calculate the score. Night also contributed a lot to the task of trapping the net, especially the general's birds..."

Speaking of this, Ji Wuye's body overflowed with strong murderous intent, his eyes froze, and a cold light suddenly appeared: "I will consume a lot of resources to reorganize the birds under my command."

The Emerald Tiger said with a smug smile, "What the general said is true."

"However..." Emerald Tiger stood up, poured wine for Ji Wuye, and said worriedly: "It seems that there is indeed no target to hunt and kill in Zilanxuan, and he probably left Korea early."

"Subordinates are worried, will Luo Wang do his best?"

Hearing this, Ji Wuye laughed and said: "Tiger, you are good at business, but you really don't know anything about martial arts."

"Any first-class Tianzi killer in Luowang must be a martial idiot who pursues extreme power. The blood of Li Changqing, Wei Zhuang and the others are spiritual swordsmen of Tianjiao, and for a killer like Xuan Jian, it is a matter of cultivation. The best nourishment for Xeon Sword Dao."

Ji Wuye smiled proudly: "Now, anyone who wants to stop Xuan Jian is Xuan Jian's sworn enemy."

A beam in the sky, Li Changqing got up with a sword, and the innate Qiankun Kungfu circulated to calm Qi and blood. He had already suffered seven sword wounds in his green shirt. Although they were not fatal, they were not considered serious injuries, but every time there was a scar on his body, the sword wound would affect Li Changqing. The speed and power of the sword.

The more sword wounds there were, the worse Li Changqing's situation became.

On the other hand, Xuan Jian had only two sword wounds, and the deepest one was no more than the one on his lower abdomen that was less than an inch deep and less than half a foot long, so it was harmless.

Xuan Jian stepped on a taller beam and walked on the rubble of the roof, with a gloomy face, bloodthirsty eyes, and a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

As he approached step by step, the spirit of the black and white swords trembled with excitement, and the powerful sword energy was ready to be released. He sneered and said, "You said, my sword is not worthy to kill you."

"But now, you are about to die under my sword."

Li Changqing's face was calm, he raised his long sword slowly, and slowly made a strange sword gesture, and said coldly: "What I said is that the sword slave is not worthy of killing me."

"A sword slave who abandons the way of the sword is just a slave to the sword. No matter how sharp the sword aura is on the outside, it can't hide the fragility and fear in your heart."

"A swordsman without the heart of the sword, your achievements will stop here."

Xuan Jian shouted: "Enough."

boom!
Xuan Jian's eyes were like knives, his black clothes were hunting, his long gown was swaying, his short hair bound by the scarf was flying, and a monstrous murderous aura erupted, which turned into scarlet evil aura.

With such blood-killing aura, Xuan Jian's sword may have no less than thousands of dead souls, he can be called a blood demon in the sword, and this person's killing swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle.

Li Changqing's words completely enraged Xuan Jian, the surge of true energy spread, Taotao's murderous aura shot up to the sky, and a powerful air machine was emitted from Xuan Jian's feet, the air machine tore apart the rubble on both sides and rolled out.

Seeing this momentum, Li Changqing's eyes were startled slightly, he took a deep breath, and the Bone Corroding Demon Sword was ready to go.

"The sword energy is several times stronger in an instant, could it be... this is his full strength."

"Xuan Jian's ultimate move, is it about to start?"

The long sword in Li Changqing's hand buzzed, the Innate Universe Kungfu was activated to the extreme, the Bone Erosion Demon Sword burned his true essence, and a destructive sword intent beyond any moment gradually revived.

Behind Xuan Jian, evil spirits soared to the sky, and scarlet energy and blood enveloped the bright moon. If you look at it from the ground, you can only see a blood moon that is dyed red, and the scarlet is strange.

Xuan Jian waved the long sword in both hands, the black sword held the front edge, and the white sword held the reverse edge. The two long swords were filled with surging sword energy between the sky and the earth, and the blades were dazzling with cold light.

"Black and white Xuan Jian, the front blade kills, the back blade calms the soul."

Xuan Jian's aura rose one after another, the bright moon behind him was scarlet, his zhenqi stretched into the shape of a spider web, and monstrous evil qi and black zhenqi engulfed out, like a landslide.

"The real ultimate move is only now beginning."

"drink!"

Xuan Jian let out a low cry, and the man flew like a sharp arrow. The two swords swung with a force of ten thousand catties. The sword energy was scattered, and the surrounding rubble shattered.

Li Changqing's eyes were fixed, his face was calm, he let out a long breath, stepped on both feet, his true essence burned wildly, and said word by word: "Death Ten..."