Chapter 48 (1/2)

Border of the Dragon Kingdom, the top of Fuhu mountain.

The two figures are far away from each other.

A man in a thin blue shirt and a long sword of Qingfeng is still holding between his sleeves. He looks forward with a cool face.

Another man was wearing a black robe, holding a long black sword that could breathe the clouds in the mountains, and a red scabbard hung behind him.

”Ao Jian, I won!”

Drops of blood from the green shirt figure wrist slip, holding the sword at this time a loose, green sword slammed to the ground.

”I killed your father by mistake. It's my fault. I understand your desire for revenge. However, compared with me, your Kendo talent is still poor. Even if I give you another 10 years or 20 years, you will not be my opponent after all.” The man in black looks at Ao Jian and opens his mouth.

”God... Talent?” Qingshan man's unshakable face gradually showed a look of pain.

Think of their revenge to practice swordsmanship, abandoned his wife and daughter, infatuated with swordsmanship, but in the end it is nothing.

The heart of Ao Jian is full of unwillingness. He looks ferocious again. He reaches out and grabs it. Qingfeng sword suddenly rises up and is tightly held in his hand.

”Come again!”

The green lotus sword blossomed on the top of the mountain, breaking through the clouds, and the sharp blade shot all around.

”Ao Jian, your heart is not stable. If you keep fighting, you should be careful not to go astray in the sword way!”

He said that the man in black robe would move the long sword forward, and a huge shadow of sword appeared, enveloping him. Although the sword Qi was vertical and horizontal outside, it was stable inside.

”Ah! Die for me! ”

At this time, aojian's eyes are red and completely in a state of madness. He keeps waving his long sword, and his demonic nature is increasing.

”Boom!”

A clear sound sounded, the sword Qi on the top of the mountain seemed to have no source, all of them broke, and the long sword of Qingfeng also broke at this moment.

The figure of Ao Jian fell to his knees and spat out a mouthful of blood.

”Ah ~ Ao Jian, although you are addicted to the sword, you are now completely possessed. Turn around and leave the sword!”

Aojian didn't reply this time, but stared at the broken sword with dull eyes. His mind seemed to be evacuated.

”Ah ~”

sighed again mercilessly, put up the black sword and turned away.

The cloud on the top of the mountain came again, and aojian was still staring at the sword like a puppet without God.

...

a year later, the drizzle is continuous, and the figure of Ao Jian reappears on the street of the old town paved with Qingshiban road.

His figure walked out of the town along the path and up the mountain on the muddy land.

When he came to the top of the mountain, aojian looked at the two tombstones which were close to each other and covered by weeds, and then turned away again.

Infatuated with Kendo, sword is life. In order to practice sword, he lost too much, even if his wife and daughter's death had made him miserable, he never regretted it.

If you come here as a sword, you will be named aojian!

This is what his father told him, and he has been working hard for it.

But at this time, aojian is totally lost.