The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 48 Three Swords of the West Wind (please collect! Please recommend!)
"Jackdaws".

It is indeed a knife that makes people feel lonely at first glance.

Some are similar to Tang Dao in the previous life. The blade is straight and narrow, with a small handle and a long handle. It can be held with two hands or chopped with one hand.There are some filigree silver thread patterns on the hilt, forming layers of threads on the hilt to increase friction, and some blue-purple brilliance can be seen from the side of the blade. It looks like a cold and hard style weapon, and a narrow and elegant sword completely different.

"The sword is the first of the nine short swords. Needless to say more about actual combat, and this sword is extremely sharp. It is more than a hundred times better than the short sword I have been used to in the past two days."

According to Fan Xingyan's memory, this knife was made by Jinzhou Wan Youqing.This person is known as "Bailu Diancang" and became famous because of the "Diancang Sword" forged when he was young.As soon as the sword came out back then, the world was shaken. Wan Youqing organized a special martial arts meeting at Jinzhou Huangjinlou, only asking for the sword to be won by the strong, and he would not bow his head before the rich.For a time, the situation in Jinzhou was changing, and heroes from all walks of life came out. The grand master wanted to join the battle, but Wan Yuqing set a rule that the heroes participating in the martial arts meeting should not be higher than the martial masters, so he gave up.

Mo Rang didn't care where the sword would go in the end, he only cared about whether the Jackdaw in his hand was useful or not.

"Trying the knife, of course I have to go to an open place."

The unlit room was dark, and the moonlight came in through the window and shone on the ground in front of the window. It really felt like "it was frost on the ground."A tall and thin figure slowly stood up from the stool, walked to the moonlit window in a few steps, stepped on the waist-high window with long legs, and jumped down in one step.

Don't let Li Yungui jump out of the window. The height of only ten meters is enough for him to land firmly on the ground.

"bump--"

The sound of landing was not loud, and Mo Rang drew out the Jackdaw as he stood still, his long knife shone coldly under the moonlight.

This is the west courtyard of the inn. The floor is paved with bricks and stones, and the wet moss grows silently. It is soft and not greasy under the feet. There are white walls with circular arches on all sides. There are many green bamboos planted beside the walls, which are bigger than the top It is still high, and there will be a feeling of emerald sea when a gust of wind blows.

White stone tables and chairs, Qingxi embrace the courtyard.

Don't let one person take one knife, it can be regarded as matching the artistic conception, aloof but not cold.

I have only heard of the chic and graceful sword dancing under the moon——

A little bit of starlight moves the sky, and a bright moon leans on the top of the building.

Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons flying.

It comes like thunder to calm down its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea.
When he first came here, he once hoped to become a swordsman.

Tsing Yi holding a sword, which man has never had such a dream.

But at this moment, what Mo Rang had was not a sword, but a knife.

——The knife is not only in the hand, but also in the heart!
He concentrated on it and carefully understood the emotion of using the knife. Under the full moon, he was like standing on a piece of dead wood, not even swaying after a few breaths passed.

In my heart, the wind stopped.

A trace of silvery light was shocking, cutting through the darkness.

—he moved!

The eyes opened in an instant, the deep eyebrows and eyes were as cold as sculptures, and there was no tenderness in them at all. There was a twinkle in the pupils, which shocked anyone who saw them.

"The west wind gradually blows the autumn wind, and the frost flowers gradually stain the slope in front of the door"

That is the first sword of "West Wind Crazy Knife" - "Frost Flower Gradually Dyeing"

The bright sword light is like the cold air mixed with the west wind, which makes people feel chilled in the summer night. It seems that frost flowers will form from the tip of the knife, all the way to the wound where blood is spattered.

"The wind in the mountains and forests is like a knife, and the autumn leaves are all over the ground."

Don't let your body look like a knife, and use the knife like an owl, displaying your murderous intent!At this time, the moves of the sword became more complex. When wielded, the domineering power was displayed, and the strength of the west wind was also upgraded. It seemed that a dark green mountain forest appeared in front of people. Unexpectedly, the west wind swept across, and the mountain forest withered, leaving only yellow leaves everywhere.

This is the second knife - "Autumn Wind Kills All"!
It took almost all of his strength to perform these two moves. He didn't use his internal strength, let alone his ghost energy. At this time, he was completely relying on his body to understand the sword art, and he felt that his muscles were about to be torn apart by the sword force.

He gritted his teeth, a thin layer of sweat shone on his forehead, his legs trembled slightly and he quickly stood up. The jackdaws in his hands moved like thunder and lightning, and he held the arrogant west wind and rolled towards him. It was clear that he had no internal strength but his momentum was soaring!

Don't let yourself know, this is the power of the rudimentary form of Saber Intent
"Hoo the third knife - full of autumn cold!!"

The murderous aura in his body seemed to turn sharply downwards, flourishing and declining, but only when he got close to the past did he realize that this was not the case. The arrogant and domineering saber posture that was supposed to kill the field turned into a kind of deadly aura, which seemed to be able to absorb people's anger. As long as it touches a little bit, it will be poisonous and incinerated!
"I'm heartbroken from crying for the west wind, and a piece of yellow flowers is full of autumn!"

If the second knife is the singing of the general who kills the field, then the third knife is the killer with a hidden killing intent.

The bones all over his body creaked as if they were breaking. The man in black who practiced the knife slowly retracted the knife and returned the three-foot-long knife to the scabbard, his eardrums swelled.

"Just practicing sword moves is not enough to gain enough, but now I don't have time to practice Fan Xingyan's internal skills, and the nodes and acupuncture points and meridians are different. I don't understand the meaning and I am afraid that I will go crazy. Let's try using "Senluo Blood Flame Jue" first."

The body of ghosts and gods quickly repaired the wounds on his body. He silently recited the content of Senluo Xueyan Jue in his heart. The surging ghost energy burst out and rolled in the nodes and heart, but this energy could not be integrated into "West Wind Knife". The sources of power needed by the two are inherently different, resulting in the repulsion of power.

Mo Rang felt the difficulty of using the knife and stopped Senluo Xueyan Jue first.

"Western Wind Crazy Sword is like a ostentatious show without the support of inner strength and mentality. Of course, it is not accurate to say that West Wind Crazy Sword is worth learning in terms of the flexibility of changing sword moves and artistic conception. The support of the will also has the capital to make people enter the rivers and lakes."

It's not that Mo Rang doesn't want to learn that internal skill, it's that the practice of internal skill requires a very complete knowledge base. Not to mention the time spent in the process, even if he wants to learn it himself, the Ghost Spirit Palace behind him will not give him the time to learn it.
"The most direct way now is to use the West Wind Crazy Saber to transform the Senluo Blood Saber, and increase the combat power first!"

The jackdaw roared in his hand, his eyes sank, and he devoted himself to the move again.

Full Moon hides half of her face in shame.

The deeper it is, the more cold it is in single clothes.

Don't let it be cold, and even feel that I have a kind of arrogance now!
He raised his head and glanced at the overly cold full moon in the sky, knowing that he had been practicing for a long time. He put the jackdaw into the King of Hell's Order, and with black clouds under his feet, he jumped into the room again.

The two teenagers in the room still frowned and turned pale. This was the pain of becoming a half-ghost, and Mo Rang couldn't intervene.

He came down from the attic to buy two rooms from the waiter, and asked him for a bucket of hot water with the waiter's complicated eyes.

Mo Rang felt a little guilty for waking up someone in the middle of the night, and turned around and went upstairs again without realizing his real mistake.

Behind him, the clever-looking waiter was frightened out of his drowsiness. After taking a look at the knife on his waist, he forced himself to lower his voice, "Help!"

Didn't seem to have seen this guest during the day? !
What the hell!

　The author with thick eyebrows and big eyes is looking for favorites and recommendations from the pretty guys. The author strongly wants to be the top three, huh huh (I might be thinking of peach)

　　Ah, this nasty rhinitis, I hope the wind will not be so strong tomorrow.

　　Be careful to wear a mask when you go out~
　　ps: Mo Rang: I, Mo Yan Wang, the little master who turns through the window, never walk through the front door! (very proud)
　　


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