Xu Buling ranked less than twenty martial artists. He has been familiar with martial arts since he was a child. If he can't even learn twenty-eight swords, he will no longer need to practice martial arts in the future.

Although this sword was used for the first time, its body movement and momentum were far deeper than Situ Huyu who had been practicing for more than ten years, and it was just a little immature than Situ Yuejin.

Situ Yuejin's eyes showed a little surprise, thinking that Xu Buling had secretly learned the Situ family's sword technique before, and the blade was ahead. At this time, there was no time to think about it, so he hurriedly lifted the nine-ring sword block and blocked it in front of him, supporting the back of the knife with his left hand.

clang-

Xu Buling is a straight knife, which is much lighter than the nine-ring knife, and its strength is definitely not as big as the heavy knife, but it also depends on how powerful the person using the knife is!

The white clothes swept through the wind and snow, and the blade with a terrifying force almost hit the heavy nine-ring knife.

While sparks were splashing everywhere, Situ Yuejin's arms shook violently and bent slightly unconsciously. He sank a little, and there was no time to turn his back, and the second knife fell down again.

Ding-clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-…

Situ Yuejin had just released twenty-eight swords in a row and was almost exhausted. Although Xu Buling was not easy to receive twenty-eight swords, the treasure sword was not old and the young was full of energy, and the latter had greater potential after all.

Xu Buling was crushed and chopped twenty-eight times, and he was angry. In his rage, his knife was not spared. Eunuch Jia once mentioned a sentence, "It is better to be accurate if one hundred ruthless things are worse than one hundred times." Xu Buling was deeply moved and kept it in mind. He did not wave the knife like a reckless man. Each knife accurately slashed on the gap of the blade blade. The gap deepened to the naked eye until it was more than an inch of the blade body, and it continued to slash down.

The twenty-eight-way chain swords are known for their simplicity and domineeringness. Simple things often mean high tolerance rates, just like the "Zhongping Gun" of the Liuhe Gun and Zhu Liu's "Shaking Mountain". They either take it forward or dodge it. They simply do not give the opponent a chance to counterattack.

As the pioneer, Situ Yuejin understands the strengths and weaknesses of the twenty-eight chain swords than anyone in the world. The strength is that they are not craftsmanship and unstoppable, and the weakness is that they can only cut twenty-eight swords. Within the twenty-eight swords, if the opponent is careless, they will either die or be disabled. If they want to escape, they will at least be killed and cannot escape unscathed.

It was precisely because of the understanding that Situ Yue Jin was defeated step by step without the power of backhand, so he could only resist with the Nine-ring Sword in his hand.

However, Xu Buling was able to take the twenty-eight swords of Situ Yue Jin. Situ Yue Jin, who had already beaten for a round, obviously could not take the ones Xu Buling returned.

After only nine swords, Situ Yuejin's mouth broke, and blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth with a muffled groan. With the tenth sword, his knee could be supported and he knelt directly on the ground.

Once you cannot retreat and remove the force, all the force on the blade will be applied to your body.

With the eleventh knife, Situ Yuejin's knees fell into the mud for more than two inches.

With the twelfth knife, blood spurted out of his mouth, which obviously hurt his lungs.

"drink"

Xu Buling Ru Shadow followed him, and the moment he occupied the upper hand, he turned to holding a knife in both hands and slashed down with the momentum of "struggle to cut Huashan".

A cold light flashed in a snowy night, and then Mars exploded.

The unparalleled drunk bamboo fell on the thick nine-ring knife, and the big knife that had already cut out a large gap was broken in response to the sound and continued to fall.

Situ Yuejin knelt on the ground, his hands were bleeding like blood. The sword in his hand was broken, and there was no way to block it. He looked a little shocked in his eyes, and he looked straight at the blade slashing towards his forehead.

A gangster will sooner or later die under the knife. This knife can come suddenly, but it cannot be too cowardly.

For Situ Yuejin, this knife was indeed caught off guard, and he never expected it beforehand.

However, after the bloody battle, he died in the sword technique he created and was not cowardly at all. It was also the ending he deserved as a "swordsman" for his whole life.

It is precisely because of this that before his death, Situ Yuejin was not panicked or afraid.

But the unstoppable blade did not fall on Situ Yuejin's head, but ended abruptly in front of his forehead.

After Xu Buling cut off the Nine-ring Knife, he stopped forcibly, held the knife in both hands, and forced himself to stop in front of Situ Yuejin's head. The sharp blade did not move at all, and his chest was undulating and panting like a cow.

“Hu~Hu~”

The cold and snowy night suddenly calmed down, and the fierce battle from the explosion to the stagnation was only a moment. If the wind and snow were not the same, Zhongli Chuchu and Nightingale would have thought that time had stopped in an instant.

The two of them breathed loudly, sweat beads fell on the snow surface, and white mist sprayed out from their mouths and noses.

Situ Yuejin knelt on the ground, saw the blade on his forehead stop, and sat on the snow with exhaustion, panting:

"What's the meaning?"

Xu Bu Ling's sweat beads as big as beans on his forehead, so he slowed down a little, then stood up straight, inserted the long knife back into his waist with his back hand, and slowly entered the sheath:

"Good sword technique, I will be my next step. I'll spare you this time, your Situ family owe me a life, how about it?"

After the battle between Situ Yuejin, he had no strength. He looked at the broken knife in his hand and threw it on the ground:

"If you do whatever you want, if you don't kill me, I can't even slap myself."

The serious man in the world speaks so simply.

Xu Buling doesn’t need Situ Yuejin to make any promises. He will be able to keep it if he is shameless, and he doesn’t need such miscellaneous fish.

He turned around and picked up the long spear from the snow, and walked towards the Fengmao.

Situ Yuejin sat on the snow without getting up. He looked at Xu Buling's back and thought for a while:

"This knife complements you. After you have learned it, you may be invincible in the world. The only ones who can break this knife in the world are probably Li Hansheng, Zuo Qingqiu, and Eunuch Jia. All the rest are ants."

Xu Buling did not respond, but just raised his hand casually, then turned over and jumped onto the Fengmao, and headed towards the east.

The wind and snow are still there.

The man is old and the knife is broken.

As a swordsman, this is the most miserable thing.

However, Situ Yuejin sat on the snow for a while, but did not show any helplessness, but instead seemed a little proud.

This is true for the inheritance of martial arts. It is passed on to disciples and grandchildren, and it is also passed on to enemies. As long as you have good kung fu, you must use it if your opponent pinches his nose. If you use it, you will not be able to get rid of the name of the pioneer, even if it is a life-and-death blood feud.

Situ Yuejin is the pioneer of the twenty-eight-way chain swords. He can see the top heroes who will roam the world in the next thirty years. He uses his sword skills. This is not a shame for the loser, but a glory that no one can compare to in martial arts moves. When practicing martial arts to this point, what else can hurt the spring and the autumn...—

Step on

After Xu Buling defeated Situ Yuejin, he rode his horse and quickly left the fighting snow. After turning the woods and leaving Situ Yuejin's vision, he coughed a few times, raised his hand and pulled open his sleeves.

Connecting with Situ Yuejin's twenty-eight swords that he was doing his best, he was the only one in the world, so it was naturally impossible to be light.

At this time, my arms were still swollen and stinging, showing a black and blue color. It was obviously because I used too much force and I was strained. The shoulders, waist and legs that were under the strength were also sore. If I didn’t cultivate for a few days, I might have the root cause of the disease.

Xu Buling frowned and took out gauze and golden sore medicine from his side bag, bandaged the cracked tiger's mouth, and searched for the traces of the nightingale in the mountains and forests.

But Xu Buling had just turned around the forest and had not yet suppressed his heavy breathing. Out of the corner of his eyes, a black shadow holding a long sword was found in front of the road. It appeared silently and at some point, it seemed that it emerged from the ground in a blink of an eye.

Xu Buling's face changed slightly, and he was really shocked. The body movements that were coming and going without shadow were neither a master nor a half-step master. He had just fought with Situ Yue Jin for all his might, and he consumed a lot and didn't even drink a sip of water. If he met Song Ying, Chen Daozi, and the true gods at the height of his time, he would have to explain it here.

Xu Buling quickly grabbed the hilt of the knife around his waist, turned his eyes to the black shadow, and raised his hand to prevent the nightingale from hiding where he was not sure where he was.

The figures in front of the road are about fifty steps apart. The wind and snow are too strong, and the sky is dark and the figures cannot be seen clearly. However, the momentum of being as motionless as a mountain can make people see that they are definitely not ordinary people.

Xu Buling held the hilt of the knife, his face slightly darkened, and he said loudly:

"Who is coming!"

The figure in front of him did not respond. He stood for a moment and then walked slowly over.

Xu Buling jumped off the horse, and the hilt of the knife was still hot, and the Zuizhu Knife was unsheathed again, pointing to the ground with a slanted look, his eyes were unrestrained, and he was still afraid.

Step on

The steps seemed to be slow and fast, and soon came to the front. Under the dim light, you could vaguely see the appearance of the visitor wearing a light green robe, with an ancient sword hanging around his waist, and white jade beads hanging on the sword spear. Facing his forties, sword eyebrows and hooked nose, he looked very handsome. Looking closely, his nose and face shape were somewhat similar to Xu Buling.??

Xu Buling was stunned, held a single knife and frowned and looked at it, and said with a little uncertainty:

"Uncle?"

In the peach forest on the hillside, Zhongli Chuchu had just woken up from the shock. Before she could even enjoy her master's invincible husband, she saw the figure suddenly appearing on the road, and her heart suddenly became cold again.

Nightingale was also slightly shocked, holding the hilt of the sword and wanted to go down to help, but after hearing Xu Buling's voice, he felt happy again in his big, full of spiritual eyes.

Zhongli Chuchu noticed the change in Nightingale's expression and knew that the person coming was a helper, so she asked:

"Who is this? The person sent by Prince Su?"

The Nightingale had relaxed, with a little surprise in her eyes, and said seriously:

"Young master's uncle, Princess Su's brother, and the head of the Lu family in Donghai, 'His sword does not move, and the meaning is Baiming' have you heard of it?"

Zhongli Chuchu's eyes lit up. She naturally knew that this adjective that everyone in the world knew was referring to whom the sword saint Lu Baiming! The old sword saint Zhu Choushan received the title of the sword saint after his death. Until Zhu Liu appeared, he was the first person to use swords in the world.

However, when the Iron Eagle was hunting for deer, the Lu family in the East China Sea suffered a disaster. The head of his hometown died outside his home. In order to protect the entire clan, Lu Baiming expressed his reputation to the court. Since then, Lu Baiming has faced the wall on Baiqi Cliff and thought about his mistakes. His only move was the battle with Zhu Liu for the sword saint.

The Lu family in the East China Sea is in Qingzhou, and it is very close to each other, but Lu Baiming has been thinking about it all. Even Xu Buling didn't expect that his uncle could come out of the mountain, let alone Nightingale and Zhongli Chuchu.

On the road, Xu Buling put away his long sword, his eyes were very surprised. He walked closer and carefully identified it and confirmed that it was in his memory. After visiting him in Suzhou when he was a child, Lu Baiming smiled a little:

"Uncle, why are you here?"

Lu Baiming was dressed quite elegantly. He walked up and down with his sword in front of him, looked up and down a few times, with a little praise in his eyes:

"I haven't seen each other for many years, I've been so old, and I look exactly the same as your mother. If she knew that you would have beaten Situ Yuejin down, she would have been happy. They were still quarreling in the world back then."

Xu Buling had a deep relationship with Princess Su when he was young. When he first came, he would feel like a knife when he recalled it from his memory, and it was the same at this time. He walked closer and wiped the sweat from his forehead a little:

"Yes, um... My father has been trying to find you to drink, and I haven't seen you go to Suzhou for so many years..."

Lu Baiming raised his hand, not wanting to mention the helpless and sad things he had back then, but just said calmly:

"Your cousin Hongxue, I told me about Bodhi Island. I was afraid that something would happen to you, so I asked me to come and help you get out. I didn't want to show up, but Chen Daozi and Zhang Buzheng have already come to Youzhou and are searching nearby. I guess they will arrive soon, and you will definitely not be able to beat it."

Xu Buling frowned when he heard this, and seemed a little annoyed: "This stinky bull's nose is really a ghost. Didn't he die on Bodhi Island?"

"According to Hongxue, Chen Daozi was afraid of being beaten by Li Hansheng, and was injured and fled. This time, I'm afraid the King of Chu was arranged to take your life, so that he could blame the court and ask King Su to send troops to attack Chang'an."

Xu Buling understood the intention after a little consideration: "It's cruel enough to be the emperor to disrupt Chang'an. By the way, how could Hongxue get involved with the Eagle Tower? Is it my uncle's instructions or..."

Lu Baiming shook his head: "The rules of the world are not passed on to the two of them. First, destroy Chen Daozi and Zhang Buzheng. I will send you out of Youzhou. You can think about the rest yourself."

Xu Buling was a little helpless and wanted to say, "You are my uncle." But the world is not a temple, and the rules are all like this. Forced questions will only make the other party embarrassed, and there is no more to say. After a little rest, he greeted the nightingale and entered the peach blossom forest all over the mountains with Lu Baiming...—

Thank you for your reward!
Chapter completed!