Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 67: Can such a sword be returned?
Today, the people in Jianghu saw two things they had never seen before.
One thing is that Li Si stopped smiling.
Another thing is that Li Si used a sword.
In the stories about Jianghu, Li Si is always smiling and never uses weapons.
So when Li Si asked to borrow his sword, everyone was silent. Only Dugu Bufu narrowed his eyes, drew out the sword in his hand, and threw it to Li Si with an expressionless face.
The long sword drew an arc in the air and was finally caught steadily in Li Si's hand and turned horizontally.
The sword is shining like water, and it is obvious that it is a good sword.
The sword had no sheath because it was already unsheathed when it fell into Li Si's hands.
But there is no need for a sheath, because Li Si will only use this sword once.
Yin Wuli looked at Li Si with amusement and said with his hands behind his back.
"This is the first time I've seen a swordsman without a sword."
"That's nothing." Li Si replied calmly, "Because I'm not a swordsman, and I don't know how to use a sword."
Yin Wuli's eyes turned cold. He didn't know how to use a sword, but he used it against him. Was he looking down on him?
But Li Si had already raised the sword in his hand and pointed the tip of the sword at him.
"But if I kill you, that should be enough."
Hearing this, Yin Wuli's face turned into a smile of anger and he said coldly.
"Okay, let's give it a try."
He wanted to see how he could kill this young boy who couldn't even use a sword.
The two people on the roof stood quietly, but the martial artists below the roof had already held their breath.
No one knew how Li Si would wield his sword, because no one had ever seen Li Si use a sword.
No one knew what kind of sword technique he used, whether it was fast or slow, heavy or light.
Not to mention that they didn't know about this, even Dugu Bufu, Hutu Taoist, Jiang Lian'er and others in the surrounding houses didn't know about this.
But this decisive battle is no joke, because the man standing opposite Li Si is Yin Wuli, and he will not show mercy.
If Li Si's sword was not sharp enough, he would probably die here.
Wen Renli, who was reading Weapon List, was now fully alert. He was concentrating on looking at the sword in Li Si's hand, with his pen firmly fixed on the book.
As long as Li Si's sword moved, he would record it.
Because this is the sword used by Li Si, and you may not see it once in decades.
The other side.
"What on earth does this man want to do?"
In the teahouse, Yan Tingzhi clenched the teacup in his hand and said with a frown.
Li Si had no idea how to use weapons, and he knew this best. He had fought with Li Si several times and had never seen Li Si use a sword.
He actually used a weapon that he was unfamiliar with at a time like this. Was he trying to kill himself?
Yan Tingzhi thought about it and was about to pick up his knife to go forward to save the situation, but was held back by Xiao Muchu.
"Wait a little longer."
Xiao Muchu raised his head, looked in the direction of the man holding the sword, and spoke softly.
He had a feeling that they should keep an eye on the next sword.
…
Everyone was waiting for Li Si to draw his sword.
Then, on the roof, Li Si's sword moved.
When the sword moved, the sky darkened, as if it was blocked by the sword for a moment.
The wind started to blow. No one knew where it came from. All they knew was that the wind rose from the ground, tugging at everyone's clothes and gathering towards the man holding the sword.
People watched as Li Si lowered his body and took a step forward.
But no one saw clearly how he took this step. What people saw was that the next moment, the green tiles on the Changfeng Tower shattered layer by layer, the pillars broke, and the top floor of the building tilted violently.
People didn't even have time to scream, they just had time to slowly open their eyes.
In their eyes, Li Si's figure had already disappeared, and then, at the place where Li Siyuan was, a layer of cloud exploded out of thin air, accompanied by waves of air.
Clouds and mist were dragging in the air. When people saw Li Si again, he was coming through the clouds, holding a sword.
The man in white stood tall and majestic, and the long sword came with a hissing sound.
At this moment, a loud noise finally pierced through the ears of the people on both sides, causing their eyes to become bloodshot and their ears to buzz.
It was as if the sky had lost its color, and their vision became completely dark, with only a flash of light as white as snow passing by in their eyes.
That was a sword, a voice in their hearts told them, it was a sword, and they knew it themselves.
But how could there be such a sword in this world?
Everyone wanted to ask this, but no one could ask it out loud because the sword had already passed by before they could react.
On the tilted roof, Li Si stood behind Yin Wuli, holding a sword.
In the sound of the wind which had not yet died down, debris slid down from the eaves.
Yin Wuli stood there blankly, the hair on his forehead blown by the wind for a long time without falling.
Both sides.
Dugu Bufu's pupils had shrunk to the size of a pinhole. He held the scabbard in his right hand, and his palm was shaking unconsciously.
He was very excited because the sword strike just now made him want to draw his sword.
Wen Renli sat there in a daze, not even having time to put down the pen in his hand.
The confused Taoist no longer said he was confused, and Monk Yuanzhen no longer said "Amitabha". Jiang Lian'er's robe was a little messy due to the wind.
In the teahouse, Yan Tingzhi's cup was broken, and he crushed it himself.
Xiao Muchu opened his eyes and couldn't close them anymore.
Everyone present lost their voice.
“Dang.”
Until a slight sound broke the silence, followed by the sound of iron sheets falling to the ground.
"Clang clang clang clang..."
The sound came from Li Si's hand, his sword was broken.
The sword was shattered to the ground, leaving only the hilt still in his hand.
He did not use a scabbard when using a sword, because he could only use each sword once.
This voice brought Yin Wuli back to his senses. His face turned pale and he raised his hands in panic and touched his body randomly.
Seems to be unharmed.
“Hahahahahaha.”
He laughed so loudly and crazily that he was the only one laughing on the whole street.
"I say, don't you, the martial arts people, have a better sword? The Taoist who wanted to kill me broke his sword last time, but you are even more exaggerated. You broke the sword directly. Hahahaha."
He smiled.
But behind him, Li Si quietly raised the hilt of the sword, placed it in front of him, looked at it, and asked lightly.
"How do you know when the sword broke? Before or after I killed you?"
"Uh." Yin Wuli's laughter stopped abruptly. He looked blankly in front of him, then lowered his head as if he felt something.
"Puff!" A line of blood came out from his throat and blood gushed out continuously.
"Ho, ho."
Yin Wuli quickly covered his throat, but his legs fell weakly to the ground.
He seemed to want to say something, but he could no longer utter a sound. Only the blood bubbles between his palms were still churning, and the dirty red blood flowed all over the floor.
Li Si turned around slowly, glanced at him, his expression slightly gloomy, and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"You know, you're the first person I killed..."
Yin Wuli held his hand tightly to stop the blood from coming out of his throat, but his eyes gradually lost their expression and he fell to the roof.
His body rolled down the eaves and fell down the stairs.
Finally, there was a dull thud, and he fell on his back in a pool of blood on the road with his eyes open.
So, today's people in the martial arts world saw the third thing they had never seen before.
Li Si, killed a man.
