The Boss Behind The Game

On the border of the Dragon Kingdom, on the top of Fuhu Mountain.

The two figures looked at each other from a distance in the clouds.

A man in a green shirt and thin clothes, holding a Qingfeng long sword in his sleeve, is proud of himself, looking ahead indifferently.

The other person was wearing a black robe, holding a long black sword that puffed through the clouds and mist in the mountains, and a red scabbard hanging from his back.

"Aojian, I still win!"

Drops of blood slipped from the wrist of the figure in the green shirt, and the hand holding the sword was loosened at this moment, and the Qingfeng Sword fell to the ground with a bang.

"In the duel with your father back then, I accidentally killed him. It was my fault. I understand your desire for revenge, but your talent for swordsmanship is still inferior to mine. Even if I give you another ten years, or So what for twenty years, you will not be my opponent after all." The black-robed man looked at Ao Jian and said with a complicated expression.

"God... talent?" A look of pain gradually appeared on the face of Gu Jingbubo, the man from Qingshan.

Thinking about practicing swordsmanship hard for revenge, abandoning his wife and daughter, and being infatuated with swordsmanship, is it still nothing in the end?

Ao Jian's heart was full of unwillingness, he raised his head again, his face was ferocious, and he stretched out his hand to grab it, Qingfeng's long sword suddenly floated up and was tightly held in his hand.

"Come again!"

Blossoming blue lotus sword flowers bloomed on the top of the mountain, breaking through the clouds and mist, and the sharp sword blades shot everywhere.

"Ao Jian, your sword heart is not stable, if you continue to fight, you must be careful to stray into the wrong path of the sword!"

As he spoke, the black-robed man swung his long sword forward, and a huge sword shadow emerged, covering him, despite the sword aura outside, but the inside was as stable as Mount Tai.

"Ah! Die to me!"

At this time, Ao Jian's eyes were red, and he was completely in a state of madness. He kept waving the long sword, and the demonic nature in his heart continued to increase.

"Boom!"

A crisp sound sounded, and the sword energy on the top of the mountain seemed to have no source, and all collapsed, and Qingfeng's long sword also broke at this moment.

Ao Jian's figure fell to his knees with a plop, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Ai~ Ao Jian, although you are obsessed with swords, you are now completely infatuated. Turn your back and abandon the sword!"

Ao Jian didn't reply this time, he just stared at the broken long sword dully, as if his mind had been emptied.

"Oh~"

Wuqing sighed again, put away the black sword, turned and left.

The clouds and mists on the top of the mountain came again, but Ao Jian was still staring blankly at the long sword, like a puppet who lost his mind.

 …

A year later, with continuous drizzle, the figure of Ao Jian reappeared on the streets of the old town paved with bluestone roads.

His figure walked out of the town along the path, and walked up the mountain on the muddy ground.

When he came to the top of the mountain, Ao Jian took a long look at the two tombstones that were close together and almost covered by weeds, then turned and left again.

Infatuated with kendo, the sword is life, and he has lost too much to practice the sword, even if the death of his wife and daughter made him miserable, but the pain returns to the pain, he has never regretted it.

If you are a sword, you will be named Aojian!

This is what his father told him, and he has been working hard for it.

But at this time, Ao Jian was completely confused.

His father was killed by mistake in the duel with Ruthless, but now even if he has abandoned everything for the way of the sword, he is still not his opponent.

He didn't know where he should go next, and he didn't know where to pursue the illusory and supreme swordsmanship.

Confused and decadent, Ao Jian just kept walking, walking, without direction, without goal, just wanting to find the supreme swordsmanship in his heart.

On this day, Ao Jian leaned against the corner of the street with disheveled hair and a dispirited look.

At this time, two young men walked past him:

"Hey, did you know that the demolition office and the guardian angel fought in the wild again yesterday, and there is a swordsman who is playing mad war, he is almost invincible, and his swordsmanship must be a super master in reality,

I really want to worship him as a teacher and learn swordsmanship..."

Hearing this, Ao Jian's turbid eyes that were originally shrunk in the corner gradually lit up, he stood up suddenly, appeared in front of the young man who spoke, and stretched out his hand to grab his arm.

"Sword master? Where is it! Tell me where it is!"

"Ah, you scratched me." The young man blushed in pain, and slapped Ao Jian's arm.

"Tell me, where is the sword master!"

"Zhan Zhan Online, in the game Zhan Zhan Online, his name is Mu Jiuge..."

 …

This is Aojian's first contact with virtual equipment. After getting dressed awkwardly, he put on the virtual helmet and entered the battle online.

Seeing the almost real world in front of him, Ao Jian was shocked.

He lived in a remote ancient town since he was a child, practiced swords since he was a child, and was obsessed with swords. This is the first time he has come into contact with such high-tech equipment.

Fortunately, there are game guidelines for creating characters and so on. Following the manipulation steps, he chose to fight with a sword and officially started the game.

Ao Jian, who has practiced swords to the subtlety, has a deeper feeling for reality and illusion than other players. He even doubts that everything in front of him is real.

But he has only one purpose, and that is to find that Mu Jiuge and learn his sword skills.

He didn't kill a wild monster during this process, he just kept asking and searching.

After spending most of the day, he finally met Mu Jiuge from the demolition office meeting.

"I want to challenge you!" This was the first sentence Ao Jian said.

Looking at the level 0 on Aojian's head, Mu Jiuge smiled and shook his head: "Come again when your level is higher!"

"Don't you dare? Jian Xin is one, go forward, you are not worthy of sword practice!" Hearing Mu Jiuge's refusal, Ao Jian shook his head in disappointment, turned his head and left.

In reality, Mu Jiuge is also a sword idiot. Hearing Ao Jian's words, anger welled up in his heart:

"It's not your turn to say whether I'm worthy or not, arrogant and arrogant, if you want to fight, then I'll accompany you!"

A smile appeared on Ao Jian's face this time, he turned around and raised his initial long sword.

Unlike other players, the weapons Mu Jiuge bought in the mall are also long swords, instead of choosing large weapons such as giant swords and expanding axes that have the greatest increase in professional warfare against Berserk.

There was a 26-level difference between the two, but Mu Jiuge was completely stunned when they fought against each other.

The swordsmanship and body skills that Ao Jian used were not any of the schools of swordsmanship he had come into contact with, they were completely invisible, as if what he was fighting with was just a sword, a sharp and murderous sword.

In just three rounds, the long sword in Ao Jian's hand stabbed him more than ten times, but he didn't even touch Ao Jian with a single sword.

If it weren't for his high level, good attributes, and defensive protective gear, Mu Jiuge believed that he had already lost.