The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 41 Yellow Flower Wine (Double update!!!)

Mo Rang held his breath and concentrated, he did not underestimate his opponent at all, the short knife in his hand was surrounded by black air visible to the naked eye, his eyes were like burning hell flames, making his aura even more gloomy and cold.

"Ding--"

"Half a lifetime of nine-day yellow flower wine, most of them go down the bridge in the west wind."

The swordsman's eyes are clear but drunk, the eyes that read this sentence softly but carelessly, are far from his firm and cold face, the knife looks ordinary but can be regarded as extremely powerful.

The two weapons met, and the crisp sound of iron clashing could be heard endlessly.

Although Mo Rang is still immature in combat, he has already begun to see the sharpness and murderous aura of using the blade.

The ordinary Senluo Blood Knife is divided into three layers, Soul Slashing, Mountain Breaking and Sea Splitting.The difficulty of comprehension will increase exponentially for each level. It is not only possible to comprehend by talent, but also requires the support of the user's comprehension. Mo Rang has never stopped practicing since he chose this exercise. It is a pity that the body of ghosts and gods Although he is powerful, his own understanding is not very good. So far, he can only rely on the body of ghosts and gods to be arrogant and lucky to penetrate the first layer of soul-breaking of Senluo Blood Blade.

If the Blood Knife Ghost Emperor is reborn and comes back, he will definitely vomit blood when he knows Mo Rang's thoughts of sighing in his heart. It is the result of continuous condensing and upgrading of martial arts throughout his life. Even a talented evil ghost can't learn "Sen Luo Blood Knife" in a few years!It was so easily learned by this person, and most importantly, this person is still not satisfied with his talent!

"What Duanhun needs is extreme sharpness. No mortal weapon can achieve such a sharpness. It can only be strengthened with ghost energy."

Layers of ghost energy wrapped around the dagger, visible to the naked eye, and the broken dagger turned into a faint black glow, looking very evil.

"Ding--!!"

The black-clothed swordsman saw the right timing, and quickly shifted the attack direction with the long knife in the air. Caught off guard, he changed to an upward attack. He found the opening and went away. The angle was tricky.

Ghost cultivators do not pay much attention to the transformation of moves, but pay attention to subduing ghosts with strength. After all, all their energy is on the refinement of resentment energy and the improvement of ghost energy attributes. From the era of cultivation thousands of years ago to the present, there has not been much progress. The lack of reasons gave birth to an extremely splendid martial arts civilization, with unpredictable moves and each with its own characteristics.

Don't let the corners of your forehead sweat, and secretly think that when you have time, you must improve this exercise.

The knife from the black-clothed swordsman just now made him feel the pressure. If he hadn't used the short knife to withstand it, he would have left a wound on his chest. That awe-inspiring move has the strength of the red-clothed level, and it is impossible to guard against.

"Click -"

After being blocked by a move, the black-clothed swordsman did not love to fight. He moved his feet a few times to stir up a puff of smoke, and in a blink of an eye he was far away from Mo Rang's attack range. He made a gesture in his hands to prepare for the next attack.

Mo Rang quickly adjusted. He knew that he could not defeat the swordsman in front of him with his ultimate move, unless he improved his skills or used the Sen Luo Blood Knife to upgrade to the Broken Mountain level.

The black air under his feet was strange, and the black short knife in his hand was slowly burning with bloody flames. Seeing this, the swordsman Shen Hei's eyes became more angry and dignified.

"Monsters can only use different forces to suppress people."

"Oh, as long as I can beat you."

Mo Rang chuckled, he is not the kind of person who will suppress his strength when fighting against the weak, the power of evil spirits is also a part of his strength, not to mention that the person opposite is not a weak person.

Hearing this, the swordsman's expression became more determined, his whole body overwhelming, the single sword in his hand was three feet long, and appeared in front of Mo Rang like a teleportation in the blink of an eye. Mo Rang could barely block the attack of the long knife.

"Ghost Flame Knife!"

The burst of fire from the short knife made the swordsman take a few steps back. Seizing this opportunity, Mo Rang quickly slashed the ghost flame knife towards the swordsman, but because of the extreme lightness, he missed him!

Immediately afterwards, the two of them exchanged hundreds of moves with their weapons. Cai Lan was in a cold sweat, his eyes were blurred.

The ghost energy in his heart is rapidly consumed, so don't let him take a breath. The fire and sharpness of the Ghost Flame Knife can't help this black-clothed swordsman. It's not that he is stronger than him, but because of his superb skills, this person must be the dragon and phoenix among the human race, the top existence among warriors.

"I don't want to use it, but it seems that I have to use this trick now."

The man with a cold temperament had a pale face without any warmth, but his pupils were flickering with fire.

The black-clothed swordsman's brows were wrinkled like mountains, worried about deceit, he didn't know what the man was talking to himself, his intuition was warning him to leave quickly, but for his own sake, he still set up the knife and waited for the man's move.

A sound like a mountain and moon hanging in the forest, like a cloud rising out of a deep valley, came into the ear hole when the swordsman hadn't responded——

"Happy and bitter——"

This was not an attack, but the swordsman's expression changed in the next instant.

Like an engraving, he waited for a pair of scarlet eyes engraved in his mind.
Appearing out of thin air, without emotion, but seems to be deeply compassionate.
Walking in the rivers and lakes, most of them are tigers in front of others, and jackals or "soft-legged shrimps" in the back.

Although everyone is different, there is no doubt that one more resounding title will give you more fame in the rivers and lakes. It is always good to be eloquent when you are called out in the future, such as "North Fist Zhushan Qing" and "Immortal Zhanyun". He looks like a powerful person, but just a title can impress the world, but it is a pity that he, Fan Xingyan, knows that the former is indeed a powerful boxer, while the latter is an embroidered pillow.

He couldn't even use a knife well, it was an insult to the cloud-chopping knife in his hand.

Fan Xingyan himself has a title, although it is very simple and not domineering, but it is enough to make the world tremble——

——"West Wind Swordsman"!
He was sent to Chongzhou to learn knives at the age of five, and became a disciple of "Zhenyun Dao". Warriors are in the limelight, red silk is hung all over Yinzhuang Mountain City, Chongzhou officials and people greet each other, but he thinks that the red tape delays his practice, so he runs to Suzhou outside the customs with a knife, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

In Suzhou, outside the pass, there is a bleak mountain.

He just practiced the sword alone, facing the extremely biting cold wind in the northwest, exercising every inch of his muscles and bones, realizing a trace of the sword's intention, and combining the "Zhenyun Dao" he had learned with his own realization. The sword intentions combined into a new "Western Wind Knife".

At his age, no one can remain unmoved by fame and wealth. Fan Xingyan knows very well that being promoted to the top by the world can only let him waste his energy in vanity. Find your own path to master.

That was his way, his sober and arrogant way!
……

In the early years of Jin and Yuan Dynasties.

When this young man in black walked out of Suzhou with a knife, people knew that he had become an existence that was difficult to look up to.

At the age of 16, he was a young man of martial arts level. He was talented and evildoer. Moreover, the West Wind Crazy Saber already had the sword intent. After entering the customs, he would kill thieves and defeat the "Immortal Zhanyun" who had been famous for many years.
The world was shaken, and Tianjizi personally named the young boy "West Wind Swordsman".People seemed to have found their way, and the number of people using knives in the Jianghu doubled for a while, Fan Xingyan was still alive, he knew—these people just wanted to pursue the ethereal and immortal Grandmaster rank, not himself.

That was the busiest time in his life, but not, his happiest time.

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