Chapter 429 The Way of Killing
"Senior, do you remember what I said before that I came to explore the true essence of swordsmanship?" Su Ming said with a serious face.
"This junior is not the kind of monk who knows nothing about swordsmanship."
"I... am just a sword cultivator, and now I have achieved some success."
"This search for the essence of swordsmanship does not mean starting from scratch, but asking you to give me some pointers based on my current experience."
With that said, Su Ming revealed the Ronghai Sword Box behind him.
This sword box is the color of black jade, with wave-like ocean lines on it. It looks extremely transparent, restrained, and has a good texture.
Immediately, Su Ming put his hands together and pointed his sword, suddenly shaking.
The golden-scaled Heavenly Spirit Fish Sword wrapped around the sword box behind his back swam through the air and landed in his hand.
With a single wave of his hand, he activated the [Transparent Sword Intent] skill.
With the blessing of the transparent sword intention, Su Ming's sword intention had no impurities and was very transparent and clear, leaving a straight mark on the ground.
Xiang Wuhui's eyes were shocked when he saw this scene.
His drinking hand could not help but stop.
He originally thought that in the world where the demon clan targeted sword cultivators, these intruding juniors could not be sword cultivators, so he was too lazy to teach them from scratch.
Moreover, there is only one person in a million who is suitable for learning swordsmanship. It is almost impossible for this group of intruders to have a good candidate to learn swordsmanship. The probability is too low.
Therefore, he did not want to give Su Ming and his group a chance at all.
But Su Ming is actually a sword cultivator!
Moreover, this young man is still such a talented swordsman.
At the age of twenty, you already have the realm of a venerable person! !
This gave Xiang Wuhui hope.
Under the suppression of the demon clan, the human race can still give birth to sword cultivators!
This means that the vitality of the human race is extremely tenacious, stronger than he imagined.
This kind of tenacity has another nice name.
hope.
This grand hope is not the hope of one person or one sect, but the hope of the entire human race.
There was actually a glimmer of emotion in his old and turbid eyes.
"Hehe...hehe..." He chuckled softly.
"Hahaha."
"Hahahahahahaha!!"
The old sword master laughed wildly, his eyes turned red when he laughed.
"Brother, you are smarter than I thought!"
He couldn't help shouting to the sky.
"In that case, you still had time to distract yourself and left a talisman restriction on the formation that requires sword cultivators to enter. You really don't want to let me down."
"Hahaha!!" He smiled like a child and looked a little crazy.
The old sword master didn't care about his image. His sect clothes were full of dust and he looked like an old beggar.
Even the hair is messy.
In front of these juniors, he seemed out of tune, a little crazy, wanton, and a little neurotic.
This shows how unruly his character is.
Then he stopped smiling, and his whole demeanor completely changed.
He suddenly raised his head and took a big gulp of wine, spitting it out.
The wine mist turned into countless sword energy and shot towards him.
At the same time, he smoothly pulled out the wooden sword from behind and waved it gently.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh! !
Countless rays of sword energy, invisible to the naked eye, spread out and slashed, then disappeared in a flash.
All the sword-marked cages surrounding everyone instantly collapsed and disintegrated. The sword energies canceled each other out and turned into pure spiritual energy, dissipating into the world.
Yan Ze's eyes were shocked when he saw this operation.
Jiang Yunqing couldn't help but take a step back.
The close contact with the sword energy was so terrifying that it made her feel like her mind was about to be cut apart.
An old sword master of the Half-Saint level, and also a dungeon elite, his strength is definitely far superior to that of the Semi-Saint masters among career changers.
Facing such an expert, anyone would feel terrified!
After Xiang Wuhui unlocked the sword mark prison, he stood with his hands behind his hands and scanned the crowd with his eyes.
"Boy, are there any sword cultivators among your friends?"
Su Ming shook his head.
"They are not swordsmen monks, I am the only one."
Xiang Wuhui nodded, with no disappointment on his face.
Under the oppression of this monster clan, he was already content to have a talented swordsman young man come here.
"Boy, what's your name?" He took a step forward, came to Su Ming, and asked in a solemn voice.
Su Ming didn't even frown when he smelled the smell of alcohol all over Senior Qiang's body.
Because the senior has been waiting here alone for a hundred years, just to protect the human race.
Such a swordsman deserves his respect.
"Junior Su Ming." Su Ming said.
"Su Ming?"
Xiang Wuhui frowned slightly, closed his eyes, and paced back and forth.
It was as if he was carefully appreciating the profound meaning of this name.
After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be two rays of light shining directly into the sky.
"good!"
He applauded.
"What a name!"
"Too fierce..."
"So free and easy...
"It's so sharp!"
He stared at Su Ming closely, his eyes changing and his expression complex.
"Both the pronunciation and the way it's written, it's a name that's extremely suitable for a swordsman!"
"It sounds much better than Xiang Wugui!"
He laughed three times, his voice hoarse, but extremely heroic.
Then his fingers trembled as he made the hand gestures, as if he was calculating something, and the surrounding spiritual energy also changed, rotated, and danced with his fingers.
Finally, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered into an extremely complex formation, floating in the air, with little spiritual symbols rotating in it.
Su Ming, as well as Yan Ze, Ji Yao and others behind him, were shocked when they saw this scene.
Half-saint... worthy of being a half-saint.
With just one skill, he can have such power.
Xiang Wuhui looked at the formation diagram, and suddenly he seemed to have suddenly realized something. He stopped calculating and nodded.
"So that's it."
He grinned, making people feel very friendly.
This half-saint of swordsmanship has extraordinary strength, but he never puts on airs.
"Boy, you can tell a lot from a person's name."
"After my calculations, I know the swordsmanship path that suits you best."
"That is... killing!"
Su Ming was shocked.
This calculation is... too accurate, isn't it?
He is a killing god, but he was almost calculated out.
If Xiang Wuhui's Taoism was a little more advanced, would he be a visitor from outer space, not a cultivator from this world, and he would also be calculated out?
The various methods of the Shushan Sword School are too advanced, and there are even methods to calculate the heaven and earth.
Thinking of this, Su Ming's forehead was covered with cold sweat.
But on the surface, he was still calm and composed.
"Well, your calculation is indeed not bad. I have fought my way all the way."
"The resources in this world are limited. If not, I would not have risen from obscurity." Su Ming said seriously.
Xiang Wuhui nodded and smiled lightly.
"Oh, good."
"The way of swordsmanship is the way that focuses on killing. You are born to be suitable for the way of killing, and you have the talent for swordsmanship."
"Tsk tsk..."
"It is not impossible for you to surpass my senior brother in the future swordsmanship!" Endless expectations emerged in his eyes.
He restrained his smile and said seriously.
"Boy, I will teach you swordsmanship!"
Xiang Wuhui was arbitrary. This statement did not give Su Ming any chance to refuse. It can be said to be domineering!
His words were not a question, but an announcement.
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