Looking down from above.
On the entire mountain, dense snake lizards spread rapidly like a plague.
By a remote stream bridge.
The two snake lizards caught up with the human cultivator.
Nie Zizheng walked with his sword in hand, and said quickly, "Quick battle, otherwise you won't be able to get away if you win."
The child slowly climbed off Wei Ni's shoulders and said, "Wei Ni, you make the first move."
Wei Ni had already supported the guqin, and put her hands on the strings.
He looked at the child, and saw the child squatting on the side of the road, picking branches on the ground.
He looked at Nie Zizheng again, only to see Nie Zizheng rushing forward, his long sword turned into a cold light, stabbing at the slightly larger lizard like an electric shot.
This is the moment!
Wei Ni made a move.
The sound of the piano curled up, and instantly turned into the sound of gold and iron horses, bursting out layers of sound waves.
—No ban·sound sinking!
The two-headed snake lizard sank suddenly.
The slightly larger snake lizard was about to pounce, but was caught by the sound of the piano, and suddenly fell staggered.
—The sound of the piano seemed to weigh a thousand catties, which greatly affected their actions.
Nie Zizheng's eyes lit up.
Chance!
The long sword in his hand made a vibrating sound, and a sharp sword shadow burst out, flew out of the sword body, and pierced straight into the lizard's throat.
At the same time, the child picked up a long branch as thick as an arm, gave a light drink, and threw it out.
at the fingertips—
Nie Zizheng puts his sword back into its sheath.
He suddenly trembled, as if he was in severe pain.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Wei Ni asked.
"It's okay." Nie Zizheng reluctantly said.
The child glanced at it, opened his hands towards Wei Ni, and said:
"Hold me on your shoulders—we've got to get away fast."
Wei Ni had no choice but to put away the piano and put him on his shoulder.
"Go!" Nie Zizheng shouted in a low voice.
One after the other, he and Wei Ni flew towards the distant wilderness.
By the bridge of the stream.
Kong left behind the corpses of two four-legged snake lizards.
A corpse was pierced through the throat, revealing a large empty hole in the neck, with only a little flesh and blood remaining.
Another, smaller corpse had its eyeball pierced by a twig—the twig sank so deep into its eye socket that it mashed the snake's brain into a paste.
…
Its daybreak.
The sky was gloomy, and the wind was swift and sudden.
Under a leeward stone pit.
Wei Ni stretched out her hand and dialed a note on the guqin.
He sensed for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I didn't find any other fellows."
Nie Zizheng lowered his eyes and said, "They should all be dead."
Wei Ni was stunned, and lost her voice: "How is it possible, there are so many masters in the sect, how could-"
He shivered for a while, but didn't dare to continue.
Nie Zizheng looked solemn, and said in a deep voice: "Something is wrong."
"What's wrong, Senior Brother Nie?" Wei Ni asked.
"The sages and elders have taken away their personal disciples. There are actually no masters on the mountain. Such an obvious loophole..."
He stopped suddenly.
Some words, I just dare not say any more.
Because it is too unbelievable.
Wei Ni suddenly said: "Brother Nie, your master is the strongest swordsman on the mountain, where is his old man?"
"He's dead." Nie Zizheng said flatly.
Looking at Wei Ni's expression, he explained: "The moment the demon erupts, the first thing to do is to surround and kill my master."
"My master fought hard and died, and the other sword cultivators also died."
The boy looked at him and said softly, "So you are the last sword cultivator of Wanyin Sect."
Nie Zizheng turned his gaze to look at the child.
"Your name is Xia Sheng?"
"right."
"Do you still have time to learn new sword tactics?"
"Of course, I am a peerless genius."
"Peerless genius... Okay, let's see if you can remember these things."
"... This whole book is full of sword formulas?"
"Yes, see if you can remember them all."
The child took over the thick booklet of sword formulas and flipped through them at a glance.
Nie Zizheng stood aside, his eyes showed anticipation.
The child flipped through the entire booklet quickly, handed it to Nie Zizheng and said, "I remember it all."
Nie Zizheng pondered for a few breaths, and said, "Sword of Kaishan, the fifth form."
The child pointed at the sword and swiped it in the void.
Boom!
There was a heavy crash on the ground.
Nie Zizheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he continued: "Sihai Sword Art, the ninth form."
The child clasped his hands together and circled around Nie Zizheng like a bird.
"now."
Nie Zizheng looked at the surrounding space and said.
In an instant, several sword shadows appeared, and then quickly disappeared.
Nie Zizheng let out a long breath and asked, "Xia Sheng, why do you want to be a swordsman?"
"I need the trust of others." The child said.
"Trust? Do you want others to trust you? Then?" Nie Zizheng asked.
"This will make it easier for me to save them." The child said seriously.
Nie Zizheng was silent for a while, and murmured: "Fortunately, I met a peerless genius like you, and your swordsmanship... I have seen it just now, it is worthy of inheriting the swordsmanship of our lineage."
He took off the saber at his waist, held it in both hands and handed it to the child.
The child looked at the sword, and saw that the water on the sword was shining, reflecting the clouds in the sky, without any flaws.
"This sword is called Changcun." Nie Zizheng said.
"What is longevity?" asked the child.
"The heaven and the earth are magnificent, and righteousness will last forever." Nie Zizheng said.
He said in a deep voice: "This sword is the unique sword repair sword of Wanyinzong for several generations. Its previous owner was my master, and now I pass it on to you." Nie Zizheng said.
The child said, "Why did you pass it on to me?"
"There is no other way, I have other tasks, I am afraid I will never return." Nie Zizheng said.
Wei Ni lost her voice: "Brother, what are you going to do? I'll go with you!"
Nie Zizheng shouted: "Shut up, your task is to take Xia Sheng away—you must live until the saint returns."
The child didn't care about the conversation between the two, but just stretched out his hand and gently held the Changcun sword.
"This sword is too long for me." The child sighed.
He was only five years old, and his stature was still small, so he couldn't wield the sword like an arm.
The next moment.
The long sword erupted into a violent cry.
I saw that the whole sword was completely shattered, then reassembled, and turned into a short sword with the right length.
The child nodded in satisfaction, and turned his head with a sword.
This sword slammed into the back of Wei Ni's head, knocking him unconscious.
After doing all this, he asked Nie Zizheng:
"Let me see what's going on with you."
Nie Zizheng said unexpectedly: "Did you feel it?"
"Yes, you have an evil smell on you." The child said.
"How do you know? Who are you?" Nie Zizheng asked in surprise.
"Are you afraid of me?" the child asked.
"It's not that I'm afraid. You have the heart of the sword in your swordsmanship. You are a member of my generation. There is nothing wrong with that." Nie Zizheng said.
He suddenly trembled.
"Evil nature... I can't suppress it anymore... Don't move, let me take a look." The child said in a deep voice.
He took a few steps forward and was about to put his hand on the opponent.
But he saw a strange smile on Nie Zizheng's face.
"Hahahaha, I'm out, I'm out, I'm finally out!" He laughed wildly, and was about to step back.
But he saw a sudden flash of sword light.
Nie Zizheng froze in place immediately, and the smile on his face disappeared completely.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest.
I saw a long sword as smooth as a mirror inserted into his chest.
Nie Zizheng immediately revealed an extremely resentful expression, gritted his teeth and said:
"You kill me? If I die, he will die too—the kind that's all gone."
The child did not speak, held a sword in one hand, and swung towards the void with the other.
boom-
The void split open.
The endless golden waterfall completely enveloped Nie Zizheng.
I saw a phantom gradually emerging from his body—
It was Nie Zizheng's soul.
"It's not easy for you to be controlled by that evil law after protecting you all the way here. From now on, I will protect you." The child said softly.
A golden glow split behind him.
The soul looked at the golden light, couldn't help shaking, and said, "So you are the real innate—"
Before he finished speaking, a suction force came from the golden light, directly sucking him in.
In an instant, all visions disappeared completely.
Then the child said: "He has died safely, he can be reincarnated in the future, tell me now, what are you?"
Nie Zizheng stared at him, then suddenly grinned and said, "You think I'll tell you something if you hold me down with a sword?"
"If you don't say it, you will die." The child said.
"Haha, I'm not afraid."
Nie Zizheng—or rather, the existence in his body, raised his hands, twisted off his head forcefully, and threw it at the child's feet.
he died.
The child was silent for a few breaths, picked up the head, laid the corpse flat on the ground, and put the head in place.
"Juling!" the child shouted.
The corpse slowly opened its eyes.
The child said: "Hi, we meet again—"
He raised his long sword and pierced the opponent again.
The corpse stared at him.
"Sorry, I can hold you and keep you occupying this body." The child said.
"Juring... how could you do this..." the corpse said in disbelief.
"Such a simple evil method, you will be able to read it once."
The child said with a blank face: "Now tell me, what are you?"
"What if I still don't say it?" the corpse said.
"From now on, if you don't tell me, I will kill you until you say so."
Holding the short sword, the child said indifferently.