In the Blade

All the way to the shore, the sturdy man did not attack anyone.

It's not because the burly man has changed his temper, it's because these people are not worthy of his attack. They are too weak and too bad. Just killing these people is like killing pheasants and ducks passing by the road. No challenge at all.

It's just that he won't be satisfied with this kind of battle, nor will he be satisfied with the knife in his hand.

"But in today's world...hey."

The further he walked, the more this tall man sighed.

Originally, he thought that now that he was out of seclusion, it was the time to kill everyone and challenge the strong men from all walks of life. However, perhaps because he had been in seclusion for too long, the whole world had changed.

The strong men of the past have disappeared, and the reputation of the new generation of strong men has not been heard. There are only a group of lunatics whose minds have been controlled by murderous intentions, waving the so-called "evil energy", killing everywhere, looking like masters - but If such a low-level person can be considered a master, then who is he?

"Isn't this a bit..."

The sturdy man walking on the road suddenly stood still, with a look of confusion on his face.

I think back then, in order to gain strength, to gain that power that no one could compete with, he took the risk to seize the so-called first sword and tamed it over a long period of time. But now he is finally out of seclusion and finally has the strength. He went to fight the whole world, but what he saw when he came out was... this kind of thing?

Then is his seclusion a bit meaningless?

It's just this kind of thing, even if he doesn't go through this long retreat, he can still fight casually, right?

"Forget it, it's still a good thing."

The burly man shook his head. He really couldn't think about this problem in detail. He couldn't really say that his seclusion was meaningless. He only needed to save his life and survive for a long time, so that he could survive all the strong men. Number one in the world.

So he planned to take a walk around first. After all, the world is so big. What if he caught some reclusive master?

"Just like me, there must be those who choose to retreat... right?"

Thinking like this, this sturdy man walked to a river without knowing it.

This river is a bit interesting. Other rivers flow eastward, but this small river flows from east to west. If ordinary people come here, they may only think that this is a rare spectacle, but with this The tall man's superb attainments in combat could be seen with just one glance, the sword intent remaining at the bottom of the river.

This is definitely not a natural product, it must be the trace left by some so-called master.

"It can be considered...somewhat capable."

The sturdy man gave this evaluation.

Of course, this is a bit of a skill, but it is only compared to the so-called "masters" at the moment. Being able to condense the sword's intention like flowing water, and even scrape out a river that can even flow normal water smoothly, is indeed considered impressive - but It's only as far as it can be seen.

It is still far from a real knife.

"What is the running water sword technique...heh, are you practicing swordsmanship or water?"

Shaking his head, the sturdy man simply reached out and touched the bottom of the river.

With just one subtle caress, the remaining sword intent at the bottom of the river was completely erased.

The backward river is still flowing, and will continue to flow, but without the sword intent, this backward river still lacks something most important.

In about a few decades, this backward river will gradually cease to exist.

But this has nothing to do with the burly man at the moment. He doesn't care about his thoughts decades later. He just saw a piece of inferior sword intent and wiped it off casually - this act can be regarded as giving. The person who left the sword intention would save face. If the other party had a chance to come back and noticed this confrontation that had happened, they might get some inspiration.

"Then you can kill him with one knife."

The sturdy man smiled, like an old farmer who knew that the trees were about to bear fruit.

But compared to this inferior sword intention, this burly man was more concerned about other things - if he read correctly, the person who made this sword originally borrowed the attack form of water, which was nothing more than waves. It looks like, but now it seems that this crazy sword, which is already a stormy sea for ordinary people, has been deflected by someone.

"Who did it?"

The sturdy man suddenly became interested.

Although the deflection method is a bit crude, it is still qualified as an opponent. If he can find the person who has been an enemy of this Jingtai Blade Intention, he might really be able to find a chance to take action.

Yes, only a serious master is worthy of his sword.

Killing an unknown person is meaningless, it will dirty his knife.

This is not even an exaggerated description, but it will really dirty his knife, just like the younger generation of masters now, waving those so-called "evil spirits" - in the eyes of this sturdy man, this is the same as waving Wearing a shit stick makes no difference.

Let the weapons be imbued with those mixed wills, and then perform the so-called "resisting evil spirits" again and again... Indeed, this can indeed give them a certain degree of strength, but so what?

Impure is ultimately impure. Those mixed wills may bring a certain degree of strength, but to a greater extent, they still bring burdens. One side wants to kill the enemy, but the other side has to worry about being affected by these complex forces. How can the battle be fought like this?

Rather than doing such indifferent things, it is better to kill real masters. After killing a master, the will attached to the weapon is simply a hundred times a thousand times compared to those mixed wills - and the most important thing is What's more, the master's will is purer. This kind of killing has almost no side effects. On the contrary, it can make people braver and more ferocious the more they fight.

"If you don't take the right path, if you have to take this path, today's young people are really... huh?"

The sturdy man who was just about to express something suddenly frowned.

Just because a stone bridge appeared in front of him.

The stone bridge was erected on the Duiliu River, obviously for pedestrians and horses to pass. However, unlike other stone bridges that were pieced together from scattered stone slabs, the stone bridge in front of us was obviously cut directly from a single piece of stone. ——This means that the river is not too wide, so the stone bridge is suitable here.

But at this moment, this burly man didn't care at all about the stress of the bridge. His eyes were fixed on the bridge.

Or in other words, those faint remaining cutting marks on the bridge.

"It's a knife, it was cut by a knife."

Just by looking at it at first glance, this sturdy man could already confirm that these were definitely marks cut by a knife. Although it was a bit unbelievable to use a knife to cut a stone bridge, the backward flowing river before was not. More incredible?

The so-called unbelievable, to put it bluntly, means that the underlying reason is not understood. Because it is incomprehensible, it appears mysterious.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a stone bridge, far less surprising than the backward river.

But in the eyes of this sturdy man, the sword power displayed by this stone bridge was hundreds of times better than that of the backward river!

"this……"

The burly man frowned, and even frowned more and more.

The more he looked at it, the more the sturdy man could feel the remnants of the sword's intention. The sword might not be as arrogant as the stormy sea, but it was quite pure, so pure that it was harder than a stone - so that sword When the stone is broken, it becomes so relaxed and freehand.

"Is this...a knife?"

The sturdy man made a judgment, but immediately shook his head.

"Two, three, four, five...fifteen knives, no, sixteen knives in total."

The more he counted, the more this burly man clenched his fists.

Immediately afterwards, there was a wry smile.

This is the first time his judgment has been wrong. After all, if it were him, he would probably cut out the stone bridge with just one knife. This is a proof of his strength and a manifestation of his power - even if it is The same goes for the level of sword intent left on the stone bridge. The person who cut out the stone bridge will definitely be able to cut out the stone bridge with one knife.

However, it was completely different from what he thought. Although the person who cut out the stone bridge had the ability to solve everything with one knife, he still made sixteen cuts in a row to fix the shape of the stone bridge.

There were no show off skills or any amazing sword moves, just slowly but firmly cutting out the stone arch bridge.

That knife was completely different from him.

"……interesting."

The sturdy man stretched out his hand towards the stone arch bridge.

But immediately, the outstretched hand retracted.

It was still a little too uncomfortable to rely solely on this kind of confrontation with thoughts. It was obvious that it would not take long before the stone arch bridge was cut out. He was afraid that he would be able to find the person who cut out the stone arch bridge in this world.

"Such a person is worthy of my sword."

The sturdy man nodded slowly.

Originally, he thought that this world had become boring, but now it seems that there is still some fun for him to enjoy.

Of course, there was another reason why he didn't touch the bridge.

He is now on the bridge. If the bridge is destroyed, he will fall into the river.

"It's a good thing."

After knowing that there was actually a suitable opponent who could allow him to prove his strength, this sturdy man was quite happy and his mood became much more relaxed - when a person is happy, he must have some good food and drink, and Since he was in seclusion on the island, he hadn't had any decent food for a while.

At this time, the sturdy man who originally wanted to leave suddenly smelled the delicious food.

"...Good craftsmanship!"

Although he has not yet seen the dish with his own eyes, just by the aroma wafting from afar, the sturdy man can confirm that the cook's skills are definitely good. Especially now that he is already a little hungry, the aroma is even more enticing. Soul.

As a strong man, this sturdy man had keen senses. He just looked in the direction of the wind and discovered the fragrant inn.

"Okay, let's just have a meal here."

The sturdy man made such a decision.

The waiter who came out of the inn was a young man. Although he was young, his body seemed to be quite strong. He even wore an iron whip around his waist, as if to prove his bravery. Of course, for this sturdy man, In general, the iron whip can only be regarded as a toy at best, but the young man's smart look reminded him a little of himself back then.

"Objective, do you sit inside or outside?"

The young man with the iron whip in his waist looked quite smart.

"It's quieter inside and the scenery outside is nice. Are you an outsider? Anyone who comes here to eat will sit outside and look at the Backflow River and the Bell and Drum Tower..."

"Sit outside."

The sturdy man nodded and ordered the young man to serve some food and drinks.

Seeing the young man's back as he left, the burly man suddenly sighed.

"Young people nowadays are really well off, they can all play with real iron whips. When I was a kid, I would go out to make a living with a wooden sword in my waist..."

While drinking, the burly man recalled the past. Under the reflection of the setting sun, drinking some leftover wine was a fun thing.

However, good times are always short. After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the table of dishes was eaten up by the burly man. After drinking the last sip of leftover wine in the cup, the burly man was ready to leave.

But just as the burly man was about to leave, the boy holding the iron whip blocked him directly.

"You didn't pay."

The boy's face was quite ugly, and his right hand had already faintly touched the iron whip on his waist.

Obviously, if the burly man showed any hostility, the iron whip would probably be pulled out on the spot.

This made the burly man laugh directly.

What a joke, when did he ever pay for a meal? Moreover, he had just arrived and didn't know what kind of money people used these days. Of course, more importantly, with his skills, he could leave at any time. Who could stop him?

But it was quite interesting that the young man dared to stop him.

Just for this courage, he decided to leave something for the young man.

"Well."

Saying so, the burly man raised his hand and waved.

Suddenly, a scratch appeared on the iron whip on the young man's waist.

"Give it to you."

The burly man smiled.

"Put this iron whip away later. Those so-called masters will come to you to beg for it. With this iron whip in hand, at least you will be rich and prosperous for the rest of your life."

Then, the burly man waved his hand, indicating that the young man could leave.

Then he could leave. After all, it was a bit too extravagant to use this precious sword intent to pay for a meal. If any so-called master saw it, this kid might have great luck.

However, it was obvious that this kid didn't understand the preciousness of this sword intent.

He even looked at him with horror.

"You, you, you actually cut me!"

Looking at the marks left on the iron whip, the terrified nameless boy quickly raised his head and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Brother Du! Someone is eating for free!"