Volume 18: The Third Master's Sword Chapter 442 I Lost
Xie Xiaodi, a swordsman who almost reached the highest height in the world.
Whether it is his parents, his wife, his background, or his power and his martial arts, there are few people in the martial arts world who can match him.
And when all these are added together, no one can match it.
——Where is Xiaoyun?
Xiaoyun has worked as a dung collector and a cook. He was framed by servants as a murderer. Even when he wanted to be an apprentice in a pastry shop, he was kicked out by the boss's wife.
Finally, he had no choice but to perform on the streets, helpless and alone with other children every day.
Such a person has reached the lowest point in the world.
Why would Xie Xiaodi want to challenge Xiaoyun?
"Xie Xiaodi..."
Xiaoyun silently recited the name, chewed it in his mouth for a long time, and then slowly exhaled.
"You come to challenge me?"
Xie Xiaodi said: "Yes, I will challenge you."
On the side, Wawa wanted to pull Zhuyeqing away, but Zhuyeqing stubbornly did not move and asked, "You may have come to the wrong person to challenge him. He can't even beat me!"
When he said this, he sounded both proud and anxious.
Xie Xiaodi suddenly turned around, stared at him, and asked, "You said he can't beat you?"
Zhuyeqing said: "Yesterday, he just happened to be defeated by me!"
Xie Xiaodi took a deep breath and said word by word: "Do you know that he is the mysterious swordsman who had a sword fight with Master Xie at the Divine Sword Villa for seven days and seven nights and finally left?!"
Zhuyeqing was suddenly stunned and stood there, seemingly unable to move.
"You said he..."
Xie Xiaodi's tone turned cold again, and she no longer looked at him. Instead, she said, "You don't have to talk. I came here just to listen to him talk."
"He" refers to Xiaoyun.
Xiaoyun asked, "What do you want to hear me say?"
Xie Xiaodi said: "I want to hear you tell me what you and the world's number one swordsman talked about."
Xiaoyun smiled and said, "Of course I can tell you everything."
Xie Xiaodi then added: "Then I will defeat you myself."
Xiaoyun said: "If it is really as you think, you can do it now."
Xie Xiaodi's sword had not been sheathed yet. He moved his body and turned quickly, actually performing the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams steps, changing three positions in a row, his body moving wildly, making it a feast for the eyes.
Finally, he changed from facing west to facing south, and then the sword light was flying, and suddenly it stopped, and the sword tip happened to cut Xiaoyun's right arm.
The sword only made a slight cut and did not cause much damage.
Xie Xiaodi retreated two feet like the wind. The sword in his right hand was stained with blood, but it still couldn't hide the intimidating cold light.
His sword was made of cold iron that he had specially purchased overseas, and he asked the descendants of Master Lu to forge it. It can be called one of the magic swords of the contemporary era.
The wind blew in from outside, making people feel cold.
drop.
A drop of blood dripped down the sword.
"You win."
Xiao Yun said calmly, without any disturbance, as if the injured person was not him at all.
Xie Xiaodi frowned and asked, "Where's your sword?"
Xiaoyun said, "I don't need to use a sword."
Xie Xiaodi asked: "There is a sword in the heart, but no sword in the hand?"
With just one sentence, he expressed a profound level of martial arts and seemed to know a lot.
Xiaoyun shook his head and said, "No. I don't need to use the sword at all."
Xie Xiaodi asked again: "Then how can you defeat me?"
"I never thought about defeating you!"
A hint of anger finally showed on Xie Xiaodi's calm face. He chopped the eight-immortal table next to him with a sword. The corner of the table broke and fell in the middle of the hall.
The clever guests had already sneaked away.
Only Zhuyeqing and Wawa were still standing by, watching the brutal battle that was about to take place.
Xie Xiaodi shouted, "If you lose, you will be treated like this!"
He turned the tip of his sword and headed for Xiaoyun's abdomen. Xiaoyun tried hard to dodge backwards, but was still inevitably cut with a bloody mark!
"Why don't you draw your sword?!"
Xie Xiaodi was a little annoyed, and even sounded a little crazy. He thrust out seventeen swords quickly, and tiny dots of silver light came towards him, and then faintly like fog covering the top of the mountain, so hazy that it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.
Tsk, tsk, tsk!
The sword wind broke through the air and was less than a foot in front of Xiaoyun!
Xie Xiaodi used the very difficult "Seventeen Peaks of Lianyun" among the Dian Cang sword techniques. He had only been in the Dian Cang sect for less than two years, but he had already learned the sword technique that others would need ten years to practice. He was truly extremely talented.
However, facing these amazing seventeen consecutive sword strikes, Xiao Yun actually still stood there, like a wooden man, motionless.
Wawa shouted, "Brother Xiaoyun, run away quickly. If you can't win, just run away . There's nothing shameful about that!"
He thought that with the martial arts skills Xiaoyun had demonstrated before, he could at least escape.
Wow!
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light disappeared, and Xie Xiaodi returned to his original position.
He stabbed and retracted the seventeen swords as he pleased, but they didn't hurt Xiaoyun at all.
Xie Xiaodi suddenly said, "I understand ."
He walked over and pulled out the sword from Xiaoyun's waist. It was an exquisitely crafted wooden sword with traces of a child's .
This wooden sword was carved very well. Even if it was sold, it could probably fetch dozens of copper coins. However, compared to Xie Xiaodi's cold iron sword, it was far inferior.
If Xie Xiaodi's Cold Iron Sword is a sword, then Xiaoyun's wooden sword can only be considered a toy at best.
Xie Xiaodi handed his sword to Xiaoyun, and then said: "You have been in seclusion for many years, so you don't have a good sword with you. So you use my sword and I use yours, and let's start the competition!"
Xiaoyun stared at the sword in his hand for a long time without saying a word.
After a long while, Xie Xiaodi finally asked, "You still don't want to draw your sword?"
Xiaoyun said: "I don't know swordsmanship!"
Xie Xiaodi said coldly: "When you were discussing swordplay with the 'World's Number One Swordsman' at the Divine Sword Villa, did you ever say that you didn't know swordplay?"
Xiaoyun said: "It was still possible then, but not now."
Xie Xiaodi was shocked and angry: "How can such a thing happen in the martial arts field?!"
Xiaoyun's tone was still calm: "If you want to become a real big shot, you must learn to become a real small shot. Whether it's martial arts or life, it's like this."
"A great man can become a small man at any time, and a person who knows swordsmanship can become incompetent at any time."
"That's what I talked about with your father."
Xiaoyun's words became more and more outrageous. When Xie Xiaodi heard the words "your father", he could no longer bear it. He held the wooden sword in his hand, leaped into the air, and struck down from the sky like a furious thunder!
boom!
Thunderous rage!
The sword's power was so strong that even the blind Zhuyeqing could feel it and was moved.
Xiao Yun also seemed to want to draw his sword, but he didn't know how to do it. When he raised his sword, Xie Xiaodi's sword had already pierced his right chest.
Click!
Xiaoyun finally raised his sword and slashed down!
The Cold Iron Sword was indeed sharp. The wooden sword was broken into two pieces as soon as it touched it.
One half was held in Xie Xiaodi's hand, and the other half was inserted into Xiaoyun's right breast.
Xiaoyun frowned, immediately grasped one end of the wooden sword and pulled it out with force.
laugh!
Blood flew out, and even a few drops splashed on Xie Xiaodi's face. Then the red blood slowly flowed down the wound.
The wound was neither deep nor shallow, nor fatal.
Xiaoyun tore off a piece of cloth from her clothes and quickly bandaged the wound in two or three strokes. Then she slowly sat on the bench, trying not to move around.
"you……"
Xie Xiaodi stared at Xiaoyun blankly, unable to speak for a moment.
Xiaoyun said: "I have already lost."
Xie Xiaodi asked: "You really don't know swordsmanship?"
Xiaoyun shook his head.
Xie Xiaodi asked, "Is that mysterious swordsman who had a sword fight with Xie...Xie Xiaofeng really you?"
Xiaoyun nodded.
Xie Xiaodi was stunned for a long time, then looked at the broken wooden sword in his hand, and suddenly sighed and said, "Okay."
He actually turned around and walked away, stepping over the threshold, with no intention of staying any longer.
Xiaoyun grabbed the Cold Iron Sword beside him and said, "Your sword has not been taken away yet."
"I'm giving it to you."
