Volume 6 Happy Heroes Chapter 220 Crazy Cross Sword
"That's a sword wound. It doesn't matter, you will get one soon!"
The cross scar on the old man's forehead was twitching slightly. He had a weird smile on his face as if he was going to kill anyone, and the words he spoke were chilling.
Su Weiyun was suddenly shocked and asked word by word: "Do you mean to draw a cross on my face?"
The old man said proudly: "Yes, in the forty years since I debuted, I have crossed the faces of all my opponents, regardless of whether they were men or women, old or young. Only one person escaped from my sword, but he still had a big cross on his face."
"Hahahaha, it is said that he doesn't even dare to come out to see people now... But that's true, if he ever shows his head, I will kill him with my sword!"
Su Weiyun showed a very strange look and asked, "Is the person you are talking about called Nangong Chou? And you are the 'Crazy Cross Sword'?"
The old man was stunned when he heard this, then he looked up to the sky and laughed: "I didn't expect that after so long, my reputation as Yan Wu is still known throughout the martial arts world, and everyone knows it?"
Yan Wu.
He is the peerless killer Yan Wu, nicknamed "Crazy Cross Sword"!
Yan Wu came to Jinan Prefecture to search for Nangong Chou, but unexpectedly ran into Su Weiyun.
Su Weiyun held the sword in his hand, his eyes focused, a murderous aura was waiting to be unleashed, and he suddenly said: "The mouse is also very famous, and everyone in the world knows it."
Yan Wu's eyes narrowed and he asked, "What do you mean?"
Su Weiyun said: "What I mean is that you'd better roll back into your gutter. Otherwise, even though everyone knows you, if you die here, no one will collect your body!"
Yan Wu's expression suddenly turned cold, so cold that he really looked like the face of a corpse that had been dead for a long time.
The wind blew from the lakeside, blowing through his clothes.
It was a spring breeze at noon, but it felt particularly cold.
The clever tourists had quietly moved away from here. They could see that there seemed to be something wrong with the momentum of the two people by the lake, especially since they both carried swords.
But more people took the initiative to make room and stood far away to watch - many people are like this, as long as it does not concern them, for them, it is a fun thing to watch.
Unfortunately, this excitement doesn't seem to be that good to watch.
Yan Wu has already drawn his sword.
A cold murderous aura rose into the sky, and Su Weiyun seemed to be able to see a cruel scene of scarlet, piles of bones, and flowing blood behind him.
The green and wrinkled lake water seemed to have suddenly turned into a sea of blood and corpses!
This murderous aura was obviously obtained at the cost of the blood and lives of countless masters.
It turned out that he used the Thirteen Deadly Swords!
It is also the second move of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, and it is also an extremely complicated move, chasing souls and taking lives!
There are eight different ways to fight back the "Chasing Souls and Taking Life" move . Each of the eight ways has nine different ways to deal with it, so strictly speaking, there are a total of seventy-two variations of this move.
No matter whether the opponent is dismantling, blocking, parrying, blocking, avoiding or retreating, he will be prepared to deal with it, so this move has always been Yan Wu's favorite move.
clang!
Yan Wu was already very fast in drawing his sword, but he didn't expect that Su Weiyun's sword was not slower than his.
A green light flashed, and the two swords suddenly collided.
When the two men drew their swords , none of the tourists by the Daming Lake could see clearly how they pulled their swords out of the scabbards and swung them out.
But when the two swords clashed, they saw clearly.
One black, the other green.
As black as the inky black clouds in the sky, as green as the jade-like willow catkins by the lake.
When masters fight, sword shadows flash and the scene is bizarre. All kinds of moves are completed in a flash.
But at this moment, the two swords seemed to be slowly sticking together, as if to become one and never separate.
Yan Wu, who was holding the sword, had an unsightly expression and his brows were deeply furrowed. The black sword in his hand did not move at all.
Since he started learning swordsmanship, no matter how powerful the opponent was, he had never encountered such a strange and bizarre situation.
The Soul-Chasing Technique has seventy-two different ingenious variations, but he seems unable to perform even a single one.
All changes have been blocked and there is no way forward!
Su Weiyun held the Xiaoxiang sword in his right hand, his face solemn. He pointed the tip of the sword forward little by little, and slowly approached along the black sword body.
The two swords collided with each other, moving slowly along a mysterious trajectory, but endless murderous intent was hidden under the sword edges!
When tourists looking from a distance see it, it seems as if they see a thick dark cloud floating in the sky, blocking out the sun and layer upon layer, and a willow catkin rises with the wind, trying to pierce through the dark clouds and bring light back to the world!
Some people were trembling all over, in panic, their legs went limp with fear, and they walked out dejectedly; some people were confused and thought that the fight between the two was just a lot of noise but little results, without any of the sharpness and ferocity of a duel between masters.
Gradually, Yan Wujiang also grasped the hilt of the sword with his left hand. His face was covered with sweat, and the sweat wet the cross scar on his forehead, making him look even more hideous and terrifying.
This short confrontation made him more tired, exhausted, and distressed than fighting three hundred rounds.
Yan Wu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, saying: "I was right, you also know the Thirteen Deadly Swords!"
At this moment, both of their swords stopped, with the swords leaning against each other.
The black and green colors blend with each other, neither advancing nor retreating, neither attacking nor defending.
Su Weiyun said: "Although the form is the same, the spirit is different."
Yan Wu said: "Oh? Didn't you just use the 'Riding the Wind to Seize Life' move?"
Su Weiyun said: "I use the Bodhidharma sword technique, which is to use stillness to overcome movement and strike back to gain the upper hand!"
Yan Wu laughed: "What a crap Dharma swordsmanship! How can it compare to the Thirteen Deadly Swords?! If I hadn't killed too many people in my early years and injured myself, causing my meridians to be damaged and my internal strength to decline, I would have killed you long ago!"
What he said was strange. He was clearly at a disadvantage, but he actually told Su Weiyun all the shortcomings and defects of his martial arts. Then he said that he wanted to kill Su Weiyun, which was really shameless .
Yan Wu continued, "Well, since you also know the Thirteen Deadly Swords and can completely block my sword path, you should know that this sword technique can hurt others and yourself."
When he said this, he suddenly wanted to fly up, draw his sword and retreat.
Upon seeing this, Su Weiyun suddenly raised his hand and slapped Yan Wu through the air.
The palm power surged, creating waves and hitting his abdomen with a "bang", causing him to fall to the ground immediately !
Yan Wu was hit by a palm and vomited blood. He could not help but run around the lake, waving his hands and feet wildly, shouting wildly: "You also learned the Thirteen Deadly Swords. We are from the same root. How can you hurt me?!"
He had previously said that he would kill Su Weiyun with his sword, but now he blamed Su Weiyun for hurting him with a palm.
Yan Wu howled loudly and spoke incoherently, and it seemed that he was not quite clear-headed.
A wealthy young man at the lakeside looked at it and shook his head in disdain, saying, "Ah, I thought it was a sword fight. It turned out to be a fight between two lunatics!"
As he was about to leave, Yan Wu stood up and blocked his way, saying, "What did you just say? Are you also laughing at the cross scar on my forehead?"
The rich young man shook his folding fan vigorously and said in great displeasure: "A good dog doesn't block the road, madman, get out of here!"
Chi!
With a flash of cold light, Yan Wu's sword was retracted.
His sword was much faster than the one he had just had with Su Weiyun.
The young man fell down suddenly, and his originally handsome face suddenly looked very scary.
Not only because he was already dead, but also because there were two long bloody scars on his face, crisscrossing each other to form a cross!
