Chapter 141 Two Swords Are Enough
The dumb old man's movements are really slow.
Even his flying speed was much slower than that of ordinary monks.
As the master's old servant, no one knows . He has been slow for so many years that it has become ingrained in his bones and has become a habit of life.
Or maybe this is just his nature?
Ping Shanhai was not a man without magnanimity. As the sword bearer of Yijian Mountain, he had been waiting in mid-air since he saw that the sword-asking man had not shown up.
He waited and waited, and finally saw a figure with a hunched back slowly flying towards him.
The mute old man held his cane in his right hand and a small lantern in his left hand.
Since he had not been to the back mountain before coming, the small lantern did not contain the magical fireflies on the back mountain, but a small red candle.
The old man seems to like carrying a small lantern at night.
Just like an old servant in the secular world would always carry a lantern at night to provide light for the master or young master in the family.
Perhaps knowing that he was late, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an embarrassed smile, expressing his apology.
Outside of Jieying Peak, no one, including Ping Shanhai, expected that the Demon Sect would actually send out an old man this time.
A few years ago, the one who represented the Demon Sect in the Sword Contest was a cold Taoist nun. She was very thin and very indifferent, and she never said a word.
I heard that she was the master's second disciple and Yan Li's junior sister. She defeated her opponent with a wooden sword.
It seemed that as long as Yan Li was in seclusion, she would be the best swordsman in the world.
The two major sword sects thought that the woman who came this time was still the Taoist nun-looking woman, but who would have thought that she was actually a leisurely old man.
In fact, even the Demon Sect disciples on Jieying Peak were a little confused.
Isn’t this the mountain keeper at the foot of Zangshan Mountain?
Is it true that the mute old man is actually a swordsman?
Except for the people in the back mountain and Shen Yan and others, even the inner disciples did not know the old man's specific identity. They did not know that the master once had such an old servant. At the beginning, he was the master's little book boy.
They also didn't know that Yan Li, the founder of the Demon Sect, was brought up by him.
They only knew that this old man controlled the seal of Zangshan, and without his permission, the mountaineering disciples could not enter.
He seems to be the guardian of Zangshan. He is guarding the mountain and the tomb.
Of course, no one treated him as an ordinary old man. After all, the mute old man was already this old decades ago, and he still looked the same decades later.
But what is a little unexpected is that, are there such slow sword practitioners in the world?
As for the people on the hill, they were even more confused.
Ping Shanhai looked at the mute old man and felt confused.
But since this person was a representative sent by the Demon Sect, Ping Shanhai would not be careless. Seeing that the other party was an old man of unknown age, he bowed to the old man in the air.
Holding the sword with both hands, it is the sword-holding salute.
The mute old man smiled and raised the small lantern, indicating that there was no need to be polite.
Then, he pointed to his mouth and waved his hands in the air, indicating that he was a mute and could not speak.
He seemed to be just a gentle and kind old man.
After doing this, he gave Ping Shanhai a puzzled look, as if asking, "Can we start now?"
Ping Shanhai nodded, and the sword-asking began at this moment!
He moved, the magic sword was unsheathed, and he drew his sword!
The old man also moved, and only moved when the sword energy was very close to him.
Many people were curious about where his sword was, not knowing that the cane he held in his hand was his sword.
And his movements are very similar to Ping Shanhai's, but slightly different.
On the Jieying Peak, Lin Chan's eyes lit up slightly.
She had seen this trick before!
It's also the sword-drawing style!
Before she climbed up Mount Zang, the mute old man taught her this sword, and she remembered it deeply in her heart.
Today, the mute old man used the sword seriously in front of her.
It seems slow, but it is actually very fast.
There was no sword energy flying out, nor was there any earth-shattering performance. It was as if the old man just happened to raise his crutch, and the crutch just happened to hit the sword energy, and then just happened to avert the danger.
Yet no one would think this was a coincidence.
This is the sword that Ping Shanhai used to defeat the half-way sword energy in the mountain!
But this old man with a hunched back and holding a small lantern resolved the problem so easily and casually.
Even from beginning to end, the small lantern he was holding in his left hand did not shake at all!
Lu Xun was watching from the side, with waves of shock rising in his heart.
"Is Gui Bo so strong?"
This was the first time he saw the mute old man take action. Previously, he only knew that he was very good at refining weapons and was at the master level. Even the scabbard in his hand was made by the old man.
What's more, Gui Bo can actually temporarily increase the luck of others and bless them.
Unexpectedly, he is such a powerful swordsman!
“No wonder Third Senior Brother asked me to prepare well. It seems that he has great confidence in Uncle Gui!”
He turned his head to look at Lin Chan, only to see a thoughtful look in Lin Chan's big eyes, as if he had gained some insights from the sword just now and was digesting it carefully.
Lu Xun, who was also born with a sword in his body, felt that he could not just stand by and watch, so he immediately put on the same expression, and from time to time his puzzled look would change to a look of understanding, as if after seeing this sword, he had figured out some of his confusions in cultivation.
Lu Xun is such a person, he has very high self-requirements. He said that he would pretend to be a natural sword fetus for his whole life, so he couldn't miss any details! Not even once would he miss it!
On the Self-cultivation of the Fake Sword Embryo...
And at this moment, the second sword in the air also began.
Third Senior Brother Zhuge Laifu whispered at the side: "It's time to win."
Lu Xun was slightly surprised. Was it so fast? The second sword would decide the outcome?
I saw that Ping Shanhai was still using the sword-drawing style, but although it looked like the same sword, it was actually different.
One sword can change into thousands of forms !
But the movements of the mute old man's hands had definitely changed.
On New Year's Eve, the teacher said to Xiaogui, "Xiaogui, the only thing you are good at is taking a beating."
The mute old man smiled and stretched out two fingers, indicating that he still had two pretty good sword skills.
Everyone knows that Yan Li is the best swordsman in the world, and that he has three swords that he is best at. However, few people know that he learned two of them from a mute old man.
Yan Li has indeed surpassed his master, but this does not mean that the mute old man is not strong.
His second sword is [Stab].
It's just a simple thorn.
The crutch directly pierced Ping Shanhai's sword energy, shattered his sword intent, and then in an instant, it stabbed into his forehead!
The old walking stick stopped in front of Ping Shanhai's eyebrows, and the mute old man put away the sword.
Even so, the surrounding air currents still caused Ping Shanhai's black hair to flutter backwards!
The sword reached the center of the eyebrows, the hairband broke, and the hair flew wildly!
If the sword had gone forward a little further, or had been retracted a little slower, he would have died.
Just two strikes of the sword and the swordsman of Yijian Mountain will die!
He held the sword of the gods in his hand.
The old man held in his hand...
——It's just a crutch.
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