I am not a serious young man

Chapter 128 Don't You Want the Third Young Master's Sword?for you

In the wine cellar, the crow suddenly fell into a tangle.

Before letting go, he was sure that one of them would die, because as long as it was a duel between Jianghu masters, unless one side fell, it would never stop.

But now the crow is not sure. The reason is very simple. Last time, Zheng Jian and Xie Xiaofeng fought on the top of the barren mountain, didn't they all die...

Thinking of this, Crow secretly scolded Zheng Jian for "the benevolence of a woman"!

Suddenly, the crow had a thought, thought about it, and said with a smile: "Don't forget, you said at the beginning that you owed me one tael or eight silver, and you should use the swords of Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng to pay back! Xie Xiaofeng's sword Woolen cloth?"

Zheng Jian scratched his head, really forgot about it, when he first arrived in this world, he said he was bald...

But the words have been spoken, I can't pretend not to admit it...

Crow looked at the frowning Zheng Jian, not to mention how complacent he was. This guy always hated himself when he came here. Now, what else do you have to say?

Zheng Jian thought for a while, and suddenly had an idea. Looking at the crow whose mouth was almost grinning to the back molars, he thought to himself, there is no way to cure you!

"I'm going to get the sword! You stay here, don't move."

Zheng Jian smiled slightly, turned around and entered the backyard.

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After a while, Zheng Jian came out, still holding two swords in his hands.

He put the two swords on the table, "Here, take the sword you want."

Crow looked at Zheng Jian in surprise, then looked at the two swords, and immediately became angry, "You are kidding me, I know the famous sword of Xie's family, and that of Yan Shisan. What counts?"

Zheng Jian chuckled, "Pick it up yourself and look carefully!"

The crow picked up one of them suspiciously, looked at it seriously, and suddenly his nose was crooked.

I saw a line written crookedly on the scabbard, "The third young master's sword!"

No need to look, the other one must have "Yan Shisan's sword!" written on it!

The resentment value from the crow is +999.

"Hey, you are a world-renowned top swordsman, you can't play me like this?" Crow cursed, how could this happen?

Zheng Jian said with a smile: "I said Yan Shisan's sword and the third young master's sword at the beginning, but I didn't say it was the Thirteen Swords of Death and Xie Family's Excalibur. Now there is nothing wrong with these two swords!"

The crow was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, he could tell that Zheng Jian was really cheap as his name suggests!

"You...you are lying!" (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

The resentment value from the crow is +999.

Zheng Jian crossed his legs, "Thank you!"

The crow was helpless, why did he want these two broken swords?

"Hmph, wait! Yan Shisan is not Xie Xiaofeng, and if you don't kill him, he will kill you too! I don't believe it yet!" Crow walked out cursing, he didn't want to stay for a moment .

Seeing the crow's back disappearing outside, Zheng Jian put away his laughing expression. What the crow said was right. Yan Shisan was different from Xie Xiaofeng. Yan Shisan's battle could not be stopped just by saying stop.

Especially the No.15 sword that destroys the world, even Yan Shisan himself can't control it. Facing Zheng Jian, how can he resist this move?

With that sword, Xie Xiaofeng could only close his eyes and wait for death!The demon Yan Shisan in the sword finally reached the extreme in that sword!

But Zheng Jian doesn't believe that the sword is really unsolvable. Xie Xiaofeng's inability to untie it doesn't mean that Zheng Jian can't untie it. After all, the No.15 sword is not the sword master's Destroyer Sword 23...

Night, very dark, the kind of black where you can't see your hands.

Yan Shisan was dressed in black, as if he had merged with the night.

Holding his thirteen deadly swords in his hand, he stood quietly on the top of the barren mountain, feeling the breath here, as if imagining in his mind the battle of peerless swordsmen that happened here not long ago.

Suddenly, Yan Shisan drew his sword, stabbed lightly, and a burst of sword energy shot out. With the thrust of the sword, the sword in his hand seemed to have life and became agile.

The sword move was about to be exhausted, and a change occurred naturally. Yan Shisan danced the sword silently, unrestrained and reckless, and had already cut thirteen swords in an instant.

When the No.13 sword stabbed out, the surrounding void changed, it was murderous aura, and the murderous aura spread all over the surroundings, as if filling this void.

A flying bird crashed into this void, and was instantly torn into pieces by the ubiquitous sword energy...

After the sword was thrust out, all the changes seemed to have come to an end, as if the river had finally reached the sea.

Yan Shisan didn't stop, and continued to turn the sword in his hand. Suddenly, he stabbed No.14 sword as if he had realized something!

This sword was completely different. The murderous aura that spread all over the void suddenly disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by an indescribable depression. There was no murderous aura, but it was full of death aura, as if his surroundings had become desperate. Has become the embodiment of death.

By this time, Yan Shisan felt that he had tried his best, and the changes had been exhausted, but at this moment, the tip of the Thirteen Swords of Death began to vibrate again.

For an instant, everything around was still, the wind was flowing, but it also stopped for an instant, and the surrounding grass and trees that were flying due to the sword energy also stopped for an instant.

There is no language to describe this sword, only dead silence!

This sword brought only infinite death, and the intent of death was completely condensed, obviously without the aura of death, but it was the real end of everything!

This sword is the No. 15 sword of the thirteen deadly swords!

Yan Shisan maintained the posture of this sword, his expression was very strange, one point of joy, three points of surprise, five points of fear, seven points of fear, this sword made him feel fear, and he couldn't even control it.

After a long time, Yan Shisan resumed his movements and withdrew his long sword, and everything around him finally came alive.

He took a breath, and all of a sudden, the entire mountain top became much warmer...

The next day, in the small town, outside the restaurant, Yan Shisan, dressed in black, walked in silently.

As soon as he came in, the noisy scene in the restaurant instantly became quiet, and all the drinkers felt the extremely strong murderous aura on Yan Shisan, and they threw down their money and left.

Xue Keren was also trembling by this murderous aura.

Zheng Jian felt something in the backyard, walked over with a tear-stained sword, and saw Yan Shisan, and at the same time, Yan Shisan also saw Zheng Jian.

"You're here." Zheng Jian said.

"I'm here." Yan Shisan said.

Zheng Jian: "I knew you would come."

Yan Shisan: "I will indeed come."

Zheng Jian: "Time, place."

Yan Shisan: "At midnight tonight, on top of a barren mountain."

Zheng Jian: "Okay! We must be there."

Yan Shisan took a deep look at Zheng Jian, turned around and was about to leave.

Zheng Jian threw out a jar casually, "Go on!"

Yan Shisan caught it, "I don't have any money."

Zheng Jian smiled and said, "Please, don't worry, it's not poisonous."

Yan Shisan paused for a moment, then slapped Kaifeng mud directly, and drank it while walking, tons, tons, tons, tons...

Chapter 129 Sword Demon's No.15 Sword

The night gradually deepened, and the bright moon climbed up the treetops.

Tonight happens to be the night of the full moon. When the moon is in the middle of the sky, the illuminated ground is as bright as day.

When Zheng Jian came to the mountain, Yan Shisan was already waiting there, and he was still dressed in black.

Black symbolizes ominousness, killing and death, as well as loneliness, pride and nobility, and these symbolic meanings are what Yan Shisan likes, so he will always be dressed in black.

When Yan Shisan knew that Xie Xiaofeng was defeated, he approved of Zheng Jian. In his heart, Zheng Jian had reached the same level as him.

Seeing Zheng Jian, Yan Shisan said lightly: "The last time I saw you, I still felt that you were a little afraid of me! But this time, you have overcome this mentality, which is very good! It must be that you have defeated the third young master. Confidence and pride."

Zheng Jian neither denied nor admitted, of course he would not say that what he was afraid of before was not Yan Shisan, but his No.15 sword!

However, Zheng Jian dared to come tonight because he defeated Xie Xiaofeng in this place.

Yan Shisan didn't care whether Zheng Jian answered him, but continued: "Originally, I thought my fateful opponent was the third young master, but now it seems that you are my real opponent! This time, when we meet, we will It is destined that one person will die under the opponent's sword, either I die or you die!"

Yan Shisan is Yan Shisan, his aloofness is even worse than Xie Xiaofeng, because Xie Xiaofeng still has concerns, he can let go of Murong Qiudi, but he cannot let go of Xie Xiaodi!

But Yan Shisan has no worries, the sword is his life, so he is always ready to die by the opponent's sword, otherwise, he will definitely kill his opponent.

For Yan Shisan, Lei Zhenhu escaped unharmed.

Zheng Jian felt awe-inspiring, sure enough, facing Yan Shisan, it is impossible for no one to die!

A fair decisive battle, and then killing him, is the greatest respect for him.

"As you wish! Yan Shisan, tonight either you or I will die! Only one person can walk down this mountain." Zheng Jian generously agreed, he was eager to see Yan Shisan's No.15 sword.

Yan Shisan drew his sword in his hand, and inserted the scabbard on the ground casually, "This sword is three feet seven inches long and weighs seven catties and three taels. It has been with me for 20 years and has killed countless people!"

Zheng Jian also pulled out the Tears Sword, "This sword is called Tears, it is three feet three inches long, and it is a real famous sword."

Yan Shisan said again: "Now, you and I both have swords in our hands, and we will strike at any time."

Zheng Jian said: "Yes, the sword can be used at any time."

"But you and I won't make the first move, because as long as we make the move, there will be flaws!"

"That's right, so I will wait and wait for you to make a move."

"But how long should we wait like this?"

"So, it's better to enjoy the moonlight."

"Very good!"

So, the two began to admire the moon, walking, appreciating, and taking steps at the same time, each step was exactly the same, neither of them wanted to show a flaw, nor did they want to take advantage of the other.

This is the real pinnacle battle, and also Zheng Jian's most serious battle in history, even surpassing the battle with Dongfang Invincible.

The full moon is always beautiful and romantic, and the moon is sparse, making this barren mountain mysterious and beautiful.

The two walked, and the more they walked, the more energetic they became. They were constantly climbing, waiting for that moment to come.

Suddenly, a dark cloud covered the full moon, and almost instantly, the two shot at the same time.

Their swords morphed into countless shadows in the void, and their figures also morphed into countless shadows. This was only because their speed reached the limit, and those were afterimages formed from instant fighting.

Every slash of sword light is a collision of black and blue light. Yan Shisan's sword energy is black that symbolizes death, while Zheng Jian is dreamy blue.

Under the full moon, it seemed that dozens of Zheng Jian and Yan Shisan were fighting at the same time, and their spirits had already surpassed everything.

In these two top swordsmen, their swords have artistic conception, one is full of death, and the other flows like Tai Chi.

Under the full force of Zheng Jian's "Seal of Immortality", the quick transition between life and death qi made him hardly notice the loss of true qi.

As for Yan Shisan, every sword has a brand new change, and every change has infinite back moves. "Thirteen Swords of Desperation" is a peak of swordsmanship!

Suddenly, Yan Shisan's figure stopped, and his sword also stopped. He had already used up his thirteen swords. At this moment, under the tremor of his sword, when he stabbed again, it was No.14 sword !

This sword, like a poisonous snake crawling out of the realm of death, came towards Zheng Jian with endless murderous aura.

At the same time, Zheng Jian also swung a sword. This sword was the last sword he defeated Xie Xiaofeng last time.

The moment the tips of the two swords collided, both of them were shocked.

Shocked by Yan Shisan's mind, he stabbed out the No.15 sword naturally, the grass clippings flying all over the sky stopped, and the night wind around him also stopped.

The real ultimate secret of "Thirteen Swords of Death", the No.15 sword, finally bloomed in the hands of Yan Shisan, and the surroundings seemed to be completely transformed into a kingdom of death.

Zheng Jian's expression became extremely solemn. He even felt that when the sword stabbed out, his movements were completely restrained by something inexplicable, as if there was an invisible force controlling him, making him unable to fight back. Can't escape, can only wait for death.

"Is this how Xie Xiaofeng felt in the original book?" Zheng Jian sighed in his heart, "It really is the world's invincible swordsmanship!"

But what Zheng Jian was waiting for was this moment. The reason why he didn't fight Yan Shisan before was because of this terrifying No.15 sword!

"Ah!" Zheng Jian roared involuntarily. The "Seal of Immortality" in his body was operating to the limit, and his spirit was also rising infinitely. He actually wanted to break through the absolute control of the No.15 sword!

Visible airflows appeared in Zheng Jianzhou, cutting the void at a high speed.

"Oh!"

There was a loud noise in Zheng Jian's mind, and immediately he found that he could move. His mind seemed to have come to the nine heavens, like a god looking down on the common people.