C49

Although night had fallen, the interior and outside of Chang An city was still brightly lit. The wind blew gently. The banner at the entrance of the restaurant danced rhythmically, and a rain of fog lightly sprinkled down. A layer of wetness covered the ancient railings of the restaurant. Meanwhile, the people on the streets were still laughing and making noise. The cold air at night could not stop their fiery moods. The sound of hawkers rose and fell one after another. The booths along the street were surrounded by people, and the pleasure boat was in the upper reaches of the lake. It was almost as if the lights of the river floated down. This thousand year old ancient capital was a fortress, and since ancient times, it had always been a place of war. It was not as easy to defend as a mountain range, nor as smooth as a river or a river, nor was it as impossible to attack unless one was a treasured vessel.

However, no matter how the Mountains and Seas changed, Changan was still bustling with activity. A drunken youth walked down the street quickly, although he swayed from side to side. The wood chopping knife by his waist made his body look bloated. It was an exaggeration to call it a knife, it was only slightly longer than a dagger. The blade was big and thick, and the blade was missing two teeth. But this did not hinder his progress. Nan Nan was muttering something about Weiyang Palace, while a group of men, similarly drunk, followed behind him. One by one, they excitedly headed towards Weiyang Palace to ask others what they were going to do there.

The group of drunkards said, "Look at the First Blade of the East Ocean Continent."

However, from the bottom of his heart, he was clear that the martial arts world had long since turned pale to the point of spitting out feces. The Northern Frenzied Sword Immortal Xin Geng's Sword Truth was a story from more than twenty years ago, and the battle between the Berserker Blade Master Ye Lai Tian and the Karakorum Swordsman Zheng Weilong was also a story from ten years ago. This martial arts world was originally a place where new people surpassed old people. However, after carefully calculating, there was not a single outstanding person among the younger generation? The bull-nosed Daoist mocked and ridiculed. Even though the person carrying the saber did not lose out in words, who didn't want the martial arts world to become lively?

It was just like how Xin Geng had broken the silence of the Jiang Hu in the Central Plains back then.

No one dared to claim that they were the first among all the wine-taverns, and no one dared to say that they were the first. No one could understand why they had heard all the rumors in the martial arts world, but if they thought about it carefully, the one walking in the martial arts world did not have much skill, and it was even harder to talk about books than eat. If they did not have some information, they might not even be able to afford a stall.

All the guests were tired of listening to the story of the Ocean World's Blade Master. They all wanted to come up with some new tricks, and the way he said it was as if he was holding a knife to the neck of the storyteller. The guy in charge of the book said he was going to learn the Dao of Sword from Xin Geng with a sad face. "In the first round, he fought with the scholar sword Jia Zhuang Zhou and defeated him in one move. In the second round, Jia Zhuang was so angry that Zhou called for his friends to come and duel with him. Although he had fought with someone, but those people were not qualified to fight, so he did not make any comments."

The guests asked, "And the third round?"

The teacher said, "Not yet."

Someone asked, "Who are you fighting against?"

The teacher pointed at the palace outside the tavern and said, "Weiyang Palace, wait for tonight's battle."

The guest laughed involuntarily, "It must be that scholar's sword that infuriated him. It told him of the name Night Walker, and he wanted me to teach him a lesson on his behalf? Haha! Life-Saving Sword is a piece of trash. I must mock him when I see him. This night, although his swordsmanship is peerless, he is still an obedient servant. If it wasn't for the empress's words, why would she pay attention to him? Even if she stood at the entrance of Weiyang Palace to die, I don't think anyone would pay attention to her. What's the matter, brothers, then shall we go and show off our great powers? "

Watching as the drunks walked drunkenly towards the faintly discernible entrance of Weiyang Palace, led by a young man, Mr. Scholar stroked his goatee as he laughed and waved his fan. The high-ranking officer of Weiyang Palace had been tormented by seven foreign men who had been standing guard for seven whole days. He had been kicked out of Weiyang Palace out of the city in a disrespectful manner, and had been allowed to enter the palace. He had not been the Emissary of the East Ocean, and had thought that he would leave if he didn't pay attention to him. When the soldiers were helpless, an even more hilarious scene occurred. A drunk young man arrogantly shouted, "Are you a blade artist from the East Ocean Continent? "Come and test me with a knife."

The young man's steps were shaky, and the aftereffects of the strong alcohol filled his head in a steady stream. If it wasn't for the constant shouts behind him that kept him awake, he probably would have fallen asleep long ago.

The swordsman who was being called turned around slowly, frowning.

His face was covered by a straw hat, and the raincoat covering his body was extremely moist, as if he had been drenched by the continuous drizzle of the past few days, or as if he had gone through an arduous journey across the sea. His body was not considered tall and big, but he had two long sabers hanging at his waist, unlike the huge sabre in the Central Plains, the East Ocean Saber looked like a sword, but it was a bit different, the white cloth that twined around the sabre hilt was already pitch black, like the dirty clothes of the saber-wielding man. Drunk and destitute. A swordsman would be more accurate to call him a beggar with a knife, but no one felt that he was a beggar. There was no jealousy or embarrassment in his eyes. Even though the people in front of him were dressed in even more gorgeous attire, there was only the blade in his eyes. It was the highest form of respect for martial arts.

A martial arts fanatic who pursued the strongest martial arts.

The firewood chopping knife on Yan Jin's waist caused him to stare. This was the first time he had seen such a sharp blade. He slowly looked at Yan Jin and said in a low voice, "Are you asking me a question?"

The drunk youth burped as he cursed in his heart: Damn, this wine is really strong. He said, "How about I say it for the ghosts?"

A smile appeared on his face as he slowly drew his saber. Even though the man in front of him was young and drunk, he still spoke with the spirit of a warrior, "Come."

The teenager did not hesitate to swing his machete, although it was not as beautiful as the black iron machete, it was still powerful when used. The short and small body of the machete made it more flexible and thick, and the body of the machete made it as destructive as the large machete.

Armor Pierce, Broken Blade.

As the saber slashed out, everyone was stunned before bursting into laughter.

The young man's steps were shaky. He didn't even see the sunken limestone in front of him. He fell to the ground, his right hand still tightly gripped his machete. The sudden change in events also confused the dual-blade wielder as he watched the young man climb up from the ground. The youth immediately felt the world spinning around him. He struggled to stand up only to see three dual-wielding swordsmen standing in front of him. Only then did he understand how drunk he was and used his remaining consciousness to quickly say, "My condition today is not good. Let's compete again tomorrow."

The drunk spectator also burst into laughter. "Young man, this crafty trick of yours sure is impressive."

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and pushed his way through the crowd. His remaining consciousness prevented him from sleeping on the street and caused him to stumble and stumble. He didn't know where he was until he felt he had entered the house. The group of people also left as soon as they arrived, because most of them had already followed in the footsteps of the youth! The only thing they could do was to shout out, "Swordsmen from the East Ocean Continent, don't leave. Brothers, wake up from your slumber and come back tomorrow to teach you a lesson."

The dual-blade wielder put away his saber and recalled the various smiles that had formed on the corners of his lips just now. He turned to look at Weiyang Palace and continued to stand stubbornly on the spot.

The youth who was sleeping soundly finally realized how much he had lost last night. He pursed his lips and his face was red, a result of shyness rather than drunkenness. He looked around and realized that he was inside the temple, with two or three homeless beggars by his side. The Earth Temple became the residence of these beggars. The young man's stubborn nature caused him to quickly rush to the entrance of Weiyang Palace. His speed was very fast, and when he was drunk, his steps were different. At this moment, every step he took on the stone floor was exceptionally light, without any sound.

As for the dual-blade user, he was still at the entrance of Weiyang Palace. There were already two other groups of high-ranking officers at the gates, but he was still standing at the entrance like a thousand-bladed tree, his eyes closed as if he was dozing off. The youth shouted, "Hey, what happened last night doesn't count. Let's compete again."

Before the youth had even appeared in Weiyang Palace, the dual-blade wielder had already sensed that someone was rapidly approaching. His movement was extremely fast and indescribable! When he heard the familiar voice, a smile appeared on his face. With the katana in hand, the dual-blade user slightly bowed to show his respect. In that instant, his spine turned cold, because the teenager in front of him had already moved. When this saber struck down, it was an extremely impolite move. The dual-blade wielder's eyebrows creased. He had already lost the opportunity to strike with his saber. The katana struck the ground as he borrowed the force to retreat.

The machete did not strike, but it left a long and narrow gap on the stone floor.

The youth said in a regretful tone, "Don't you want to test your saber? Why are you hiding?"

DualBladesToTraverseTheWorld was a martial art that originated from the Middle Kingdom, and with the slight modifications made by the Chinese Ancestors, the warriors would flower and bear fruit in the East Ocean. The spirit of the warriors would be deeply rooted in the hearts of every single one of them. But the Central Plains had experienced many battles. In the hearts of the people of the Central Plains, swords and sabers were only the weapons used to kill the other party. Only those who were still alive could pursue the strongest martial arts. When he thought of this, the dual-blade user could not help but laugh as he looked at the long and narrow crevices on the stone floor. Some of the youths in front of him even had the strength to ask, "What kind of blade technique is this?"

The teenager scratched his head in surprise and said, "What is a saber art? I only used it to chop firewood on the mountain."

Dual Bladed Master said, "Chopping firewood?"

The young man seemed to have thought of something and said, "I've been on the mountain for eight years and that old fogey let me chop firewood, fish, or a dead monkey in the mountain. Forget it, let's compete again."

With the youth's sabre in hand, it was the same hacking technique. Although it was a bit too big to cut, it was still done using brute force. Such a reckless strike had caused his body to be riddled with flaws, but these flaws were also covered up by the ruthlessness of the hacking technique. The young man's brute force and the weight of the machete made it so that even the warriors in the palace who were wearing the black armor would be injured if they were hit while they were alive. The Dual Blade Master was already prepared, even though he saw Yan Xiao's attack coming, he did not dare to face it head on. He was waiting for the moment the blade's momentum dissipated to defeat the young man in front of him, but he did not expect that the moment the machete slashed through the air, it would actually rise straight forward, and rush downwards with an impossible angle.

The Dual Bladed Master was unable to dodge, because this was the first time in his life that he had seen this kind of disorderly and disorderly sabre technique. When the katana and the machete clashed, a powerful force came from his wrist, causing the Dual Bladed Master to take two steps back. He looked at the youth in front of him, who was extremely annoyed that his blade had slashed through the air, and asked, "What kind of blade technique is this?"

The youth said, "Abdominal carving technique."

The dual-blade wielder asked, "Whose abdomen?"

The youth smiled and said, "Those fish on the mountain."

However, the dual-blade user could not laugh and asked, "What's your name?"

"Xu Yansheng" then seemed to realize something and scratched her head, saying somewhat embarrassedly, "I haven't asked for your name yet."

DualBladesToTraverseThe1 said, "Dongye Du Yi."

Xu Yansheng pursed his lips and nodded, "I'll remember this name."

"How many moves does a blade like this have?"

Xu Yansheng thought pensively and said, "If chopping firewood could be counted as a knife technique, there would be three moves."

Dongye Du took a stance and gripped his katana tightly, "Come, your third move."

Xu Yansheng revealed his big white teeth as he smiled and said, "Then you must be careful. This third blade of mine is called 'Chasing Monkey'."

There were many wild animals in the mountain, and they stole the food from Xu Yan's master and disciple. Every time, the old drunkard would tell him to chase after the monkeys, but how could he possibly do so? Having been teased by monkeys for a long time, Xu Yansheng was also resentful. As a result, he would often throw out his machete in an attempt to hit the monkey. Every time he threw out his machete, a monkey would die. After Xu Yansheng unleashed the three moves, cold sweat started trickling down Dongye Du's temples. Although it was a mess, his saber blade still urged him to move, the moment he used it, it was like a tiger emerging from the mountains, he would not stop, and once he dodged the first slash, the sudden second slash would make him lose his balance, and even if he dodged the second slash, the third slash would reach his face.

In one breath, it was a miraculous feat.

However, if the third slash was dodged by someone, the youngster's life would probably come to an end. Dongye Du gazed at the jogging and jubilant Yan Hui who had picked up his machete and said with praise, "You're really talented."

Xu Yan Sheng put away his machete and waved his hand. "I only know these three blades. When I was going down the mountain, that old bastard told me that if I can't beat him with these three blades, I have to run."

Dongye Du opened his mouth and said, "It's best not to use this third blade. If someone manages to dodge it, your life will be lost."

Xu Yansheng opened his mouth and said, "How can I stay where I am and wait for him to kill me? After these three slashes, I've already run away. I can't win in a fight, so no one will care about my broken blade. I'll just return and retract my blade after the enemy leaves."

The shock that Xu Yansheng gave him was no less than the shock when he first heard Jian Ye's words. The young man in front of him seemed to have treated the showdown of swords and sabers as child's play. After pondering for a long time, Dongye Du finally came up with a way to describe him.

Nonsense.

At the same time, he felt pity for this talented youth and asked him, "Are you willing to return to the East Ocean Continent with me and become my disciple?"

Xu Yansheng asked, "Is the East Ocean Continent fun?"

Dong Ye Du nodded. Xu Yan Sheng asked, "What benefits are there for me if I acknowledge him as my master?"

Dongye Du said: "I can guide you in your martial arts."

Xu Yansheng seemed to have thought of something, "You're the most powerful swordsman in the East Ocean Continent?"

He then asked, "Are we going to the East Ocean Continent for a long time?"

"There are a lot of delicious fish on board."

Xu Yansheng said with a sad face, "I hate eating fish the most."

Dongye Du smiled, "There's still a lot of good wine."

It was as if he had already treated Yan Zhaoge as his own disciple, and was looking at the youngster with a smile while deep in thought. Xu Yan Sheng thought for a moment, then said as he tilted his head to the side and revealed his big white teeth, "It's not bad, but after thinking about it carefully, you are already the first blade of the East Ocean World. Xu Yan thought for a moment, then said as he tilted his head to the side and revealed his big white teeth," Thinking about it, it's not bad, but after thinking about it, you are already the best in the East Ocean.

Dongye Du nodded, "It's because I'm impatient. After all, you already have a master."

Xu Yansheng snorted coldly and said, "That old fart is no master at all. Thinking about what I had to do on the mountain made me want to give him a few cuts."

The smile on Dongye Du's face grew even wider as he looked at Xu Yan's resentful face. He saw the youth scratch his head and speak with some embarrassment, "You have to be careful."

"Why?"

Xu Yansheng said, "I know that you've traveled thousands of miles to come here for the strongest martial arts. I don't know why, but I like you. "But let me tell you, this martial arts world is very despicable. Your sabre is too masculine, I am afraid that I will suffer a great loss."

Dongye Du lightly gripped the handle of his saber and tilted his head to look at Weiyang Palace as he laughed softly, "My blade has not lost a single time!"