Volume 6 Happy Heroes Chapter 221 Fairness
Two sword marks that left flesh and blood.
A criss-cross cross.
The rich young man fell headfirst and lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, and his handsome features could not be recognized.
This scene immediately frightened the surrounding tourists out of their wits, and they staggered away.
Dark clouds gradually covered the sun.
The lake is still calm.
But the tourists were no longer calm. Some men abandoned their partners and crawled in panic; some women had trembling legs and could not walk; some even panicked and jumped into the water, just hoping that the crazy evil spirit would not see them.
Yan Wu yelled, "Who else? Who else dares to say that my face is ugly?!"
Everyone was scared away, and no one dared to answer. However, the less people responded, the more ferocious and hateful Yan Wu's expression became, and the louder he roared.
Finally, Su Weiyun stood up, concentrated his mind, grasped the sword, and moved his energy around him. He said to Yan Wu softly, "No one has ever said that you are ugly, it's just that you think you are ugly."
Yan Wu turned around and glared at him, "Bullshit! How could I think I'm ugly? The cross scar on my forehead is so beautiful, do you have one too?"
Su Weiyun stopped talking, but suddenly recalled the turbulent and earth-shaking battle in Murong Villa.
In that battle, Su Weiyun was filled with murderous aura, resentment, and hostility, and used evil to assist good, creating a flower in the desert. Eventually, he comprehended the "Fourteen Deadly Swords", and when Yao Yue was already seriously injured and exhausted, he suddenly used these swords to kill Yao Yue.
But the serious consequence was that he was controlled by the murderous intent that broke through and could not control himself. Even holding the sword was difficult for him and he almost fell into the state of being possessed.
If there had not been many hermits who were well versed in music, such as Yu Ziya, Ni Shiba, Nan Guosheng, etc., who were present at the time and sang the peerless music "Returning Home" to help him drive away the murderous aura and guard his spirit, he might not be in his current state.
Where is Yan Wu?
Does he have the chance to get help from a hermit ?
Su Weiyun couldn't help but sigh. He could imagine that Yan Wu must have been a very talented young man in the past. He never took anyone seriously and insisted on practicing the Thirteen Deadly Swords.
Young people always have high aspirations. Some of them often think they can control and conquer everything, be different from others, and do things that others cannot do.
But in the end, only a few can actually complete it.
Yan Wu suddenly raised his sword high, pointed it at Su Weiyun, and asked loudly: "Tell me, what exactly are the Thirteen Deadly Swords?!"
Su Weiyun did not answer, but asked: "How do you know that I practice the Thirteen Deadly Swords?"
Yan Wu laughed loudly, looking crazy, and said, "Hahahahahaha, because I can feel it. You also have that kind of uncontrollable murderous aura. You are just a pitiful person! I have been troubled by this aura for more than 30 years, how could I not know it? How could I not know it?!"
Su Weiyun actually answered seriously: "I am not a pitiful person."
Yan Wu said, "You're not? You must be like me. You got a secret book of swordsmanship from somewhere else by chance, and then you practiced swordsmanship desperately, wanting to stand out in the martial arts world and bring honor to your family."
"But you can't pass the most important threshold of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, and are instead controlled by the killing intent, right?"
Su Weiyun said: "No."
"oh?"
Yan Wu was suddenly surprised for the first time and looked at Su Weiyun seriously.
Su Weiyun said: "I wanted to protect what I was supposed to protect, so I fought in front of the battle and forced myself to break through the sword technique, which led to a mistake."
"You and I are completely different."
The dirt and sweat on Yan Wu's face were mixed together, and even his chin was hung with his saliva. His face was covered with black, sticky filth, but he opened his mouth wide and laughed and scolded Su Weiyun.
"Hahaha, you mean you have a way to avoid the murderous aura and solve the problem? That's really ridiculous, it makes me laugh out loud!"
Su Weiyun suddenly showed a very strange look, and slowly said: "The eighth move of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, Hell Deadly, is to imitate Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's great wish of entering hell three times. It is not tainted with a trace of murderous aura, nor is it violent at all. Don't you know?"
"So what?"
"Isn't this the way to dispel murderous aura? Before you advance, you should first practice the move 'Hell's Death' until you are proficient in it. If you wield the sword of killing with a compassionate heart, you can greatly reduce the influence of the murderous aura in your swordsmanship."
Upon hearing this, Yan Wu was suddenly stunned. He kept muttering to himself and shaking his head desperately, as if he had thought of some extremely difficult problem.
After a long time, he asked, "What's your name?"
"Su Weiyun."
Yan Wu suddenly shouted, "Impossible! Your name can't be Su Weiyun! You are deceiving me, and anyone who deceives me must die!"
He suddenly stepped on the ground and flew high up, holding a black sword in his hand, as if he had become a unique piece of ebony in the world!
Man is made of stone, sword is made of wood.
It was like ebony coming through the stone, stone powder flying everywhere, and after thousands of blows, there was a loud "bang" that shook the sky!
The thirteenth move of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, Wood and Stone Killer!
Sure enough, the same sword technique has different powers in the hands of different people.
Su Weiyun's "Wood and Stone Take Life" is a green bud in the desert, which absorbs water and eventually becomes a towering tree; but Yan Wu is quite different.
Destruction, annihilation, killing, this style permeates his swordsmanship. If the person standing in front of him was not Su Weiyun, but another ordinary master, he would probably be frightened by this overwhelming momentum and would be weakened by three points.
Although Yan Wu has already mastered the sword technique into a devilish form, its power has not diminished in the slightest and should not be underestimated!
whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, the jet-black sword was in front of him.
The sword was still stained with blood, with black and blood red mixed together, forming an indescribable chaotic pattern.
Su Weiyun had just drawn his sword.
Yan Wu originally thought that he would use the same move "Wood and Stone Killing" to fight back against him, as they were of the same origin and would be tit-for-tat.
But he was wrong.
Su Weiyun did not use the Thirteen Deadly Swords, he still used the Bodhidharma sword technique.
slow.
Su Weiyun did not take any action until the sword was close to him.
He then began to draw his sword slowly, which was of course extremely slow.
But quiet.
If Yan Wu 's swordsmanship is a mixture of countless killings, violence, and chaos, then Su Weiyun's swordsmanship is extremely simple and extremely quiet.
The strokes are done calmly and leisurely, just like the surface of a lake when there is no wind, calm and unwavering.
Yan Wu's fatal sword soon reached Su Weiyun's chest.
Wow.
Until the last moment, the sword was just blocked by a green light.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Everyone suddenly realized that there were only the two swords left in the world, and nothing else.
Then Yan Wu flew out.
Because this time he was hit hard by Su Weiyun's heavy palm, the palm force was imprinted on his lower abdomen, and his already simple clothes were shattered!
Although Su Weiyun's swordsmanship is slow, his palm is not slow!
Clothes and fabrics fluttered, turning into dancing butterflies, and Yan Wu's body fell along with the butterflies.
After being disturbed by the murderous aura of the Thirteen Deadly Swords for a long time, Su Weiyun finally broke the Thirteen Deadly Swords with his own hands and destroyed the person who used the sword with one palm.
A mysterious, profound and inexplicable sense of wonder suddenly emerged and rippled in his heart, making him stand there in silence for a long time.
Yan Wu struggled but could no longer stand up. He could only sigh, "I was just a little bit away from killing you, but my sword energy has already injured your heart meridian."
Su Weiyun said: "That's because I didn't move."
Yan Wu said: "Yes, you didn't move. What kind of fighting style is this?"
Su Weiyun said, "It's a fighting style that uses stillness to overcome movement. You attack with a sword, I block it and then return a palm strike to you. Isn't it fair to exchange favors?"
Yan Wu said: "It is indeed very fair."
"Well, since I have a cross on my face, isn't it fair for me to cross others too?"
Su Weiyun said slowly: "It is indeed very fair."
When Yan Wu heard this, he suddenly fell down and could not stand up again.
