Chapter 210 Cang Ling's Sword Discussion (Twenty-Five)

()    At dusk, the wind rose, and the red leaves were scattered.

On the road from Tongqiu to Cangling, a man and a horse galloped by.

The man on the horse was about 40 years old, with messy hair, shabby clothes, and a long sword on his waist.

The horse was a low-quality horse, and the sword was an unknown sword.

But the man riding the horse and carrying the sword was a peerless swordsman.

Xie San's eyes looked very tired, and the messy hair flying in the wind seemed to be telling an undisguised dejection.

But suddenly, he reined in his horse and stopped, and his tired eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle.

Because Xie San saw another man.

In the wind, a white-clothed swordsman stood tall. He was the first man in the entire Cangling Town to know that Xie San had passed Tongqiu.

"Lin Chang?" Xie San recognized the man in front of him as Lin Chang, the Azure Sky Sword among the Six Swords of Flower Shadow.

"Long time no see, Xie San." Lin Chang said in a deep voice, his voice was cold, and his eyes were full of contempt. At this moment, he was completely different from the upright hero in the inn who spoke loudly and heroically.

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Xie San said nothing and stepped off the horse. He turned the horse's head by the reins, patted the horse's back, and the horse trotted towards the direction of Tongqiu.

The autumn wind blew, and at this moment, it seemed that there were only two people and two swords left in the sky and the earth.

The surroundings were already shrouded in a murderous atmosphere, and Lin Chang's intention to come here was self-evident.

"The last time I saw you, I knew that the Azure Sky Sword was actually a sword hidden in a box." Xie San said in a deep voice: "Hide your light and bide your time, and don't show your edge."

"Really? Then why... I still can't see any fear in your eyes now." Lin Chang asked.

"Because even if you show your edge, you are not my opponent." Xie San replied calmly.

"Hahaha..." Lin Chang laughed loudly, but there was no smile in his eyes, but a more ferocious look. "Xie San, you disappoint me so much." When he said this, he actually threw his sword to the ground, stood proudly with his hands behind his back: "Do you think that my martial arts can be fully appreciated by a second-rate swordsman like you?"

If a third person heard this at this moment, he would probably think that Lin Chang was mentally ill because of his obsession with martial arts. If Xie San is considered a "second-rate" swordsman, then 90% of the masters in the current martial arts world can only be considered "not up to standard".

Wouldn't the world of martial arts become a big joke?

"Lin Chang, it seems that you are crazy." Xie San was calm as always, unmoved.

A person who has practiced martial arts to the peak will not be easily shaken. Compared with words, he believes more in his years of hard training.

In every era, top masters like Xie San are lonely, because he can't find an opponent, and can't find someone who really understands him.

In Xie San's eyes, the only one who can understand him in the current martial arts world is Ye Cheng. Except for the Sword God, no one has yet reached the same realm as him. Therefore, no second person can make him waver. Even if there are ten Lin Changs standing here today, it is still the same.

"You will soon understand that I am very sober." Lin Chang replied. He paused and continued, "You came to Cangling to duel with the Sword God." He sneered, "Ye Cheng's swordsmanship is like a juggling in front of me. He is not worthy of the title of Sword God at all..." At this point, Lin Chang's killing intent suddenly rose. For a moment, the flying sand and falling leaves were so dense that not a grain of sand could get close to him. "If there is really someone in this world who can be called the Sword God... it should be me, Lin Chang!"

Xie San shook his head: "Crazy person talking nonsense."

Before he finished speaking, he drew his sword with his backhand, and his move was as fast as a startled wild goose. Before the scabbard fell to the ground, countless lights and shadows had bloomed, as if thousands of swords were suspended in the air.

The nameless sword was unsheathed, and the sword energy rushed forward, mighty and majestic.

But Lin Chang just snorted disdainfully.

Once the sword is unsheathed, blood will be drawn.

Xie San showed no mercy and rushed to Lin Chang in a snap of his fingers, stabbing him in the throat with one sword.

Lin Chang instantly raised his right hand, put out two fingers together, and protected his neck. At this moment, he was calm, which made Xie San feel a little cold.

The heart is not moved, and the temper is calm. Lin Chang calmly flicked his fingers and shook the blade of the nameless sword away.

Xie San suddenly felt a surge of internal force rolling towards his right arm like a tiger and wolf, and the sword in his hand almost fell. He quickly gathered his energy in his feet, stabilized his lower body, and stopped his advance. Then, with a burst of momentum, he drove his body to turn around and avoid, and dodged to the side.

"You!" Xie San was so surprised that he had nothing to say. The brief confrontation just now was enough to shatter his self-esteem and all the common sense he had built up over the years.

"Hmph... I don't even need a sword, and you're so scared... Hahaha..." At this moment, Lin Chang's face seemed to be covered with an indescribable black air.

"What kind of magic skills have you practiced?" Xie San's forehead was already sweating coldly, and his heart was extremely confused.

From his personal experience, Lin Chang's casual finger-playing just now felt like the power of a master who had been focusing on practicing internal skills for more than 50 years, and the power of a full-strength palm strike.

"The evil spirit of dusk is strong, and the fallen leaves are as red as the clouds." Lin Changxin picked up a red leaf that fell with the wind between his fingers, "Do you know? Xie San." He looked down at the red leaf: "Once, my vision was as narrow as you." He sneered: "I thought that the kung fu of one mansion, two buildings, three sects and four schools could be called superior martial arts; I thought that swordsmen like you and Ye Cheng were the masters of swords; I thought that with my qualifications, I could never catch up with you in this life. Hehehe... I was wrong." Before he finished speaking, his hand gently sent the fallen leaf, drawing a streak of red in the air. In an instant, a bloody hole burst open on Xie San's left rib, and blood mist gushed out.

"There are always better ones, and there are always better ones. This is absolutely true." Lin Chang didn't even look at Xie San: "Even I didn't expect that I could get this long-lost...'real peerless martial arts'." He laughed: "When my magic skills were just beginning, I realized how crude the skills you guys practiced were. What Ye Family Swordsmanship, Wanxia Magic Skills, Eight Directions Supreme Heart Method, Shaolin Seventy-two Skills... It's just stupid and you've strayed into the wrong place!"

Blood was already flowing from the corners of Xie San's mouth. Although he was still standing, he couldn't move.

Lin Chang slowly approached him step by step: "You want to find Ye Chengyi to prove your swordsmanship, right? Haha..." He smiled sinisterly: "Don't worry, you won't break the appointment, he's waiting for you in Yincao Hell..."

Xie San's eyes were wide open, staring at Lin Chang in astonishment: "You..." He immediately remembered Lin Chang's previous sentence "Ye Cheng's swordsmanship is also like a circus in front of me".

"Haha...it seems you have understood. That's right, Ye Cheng has already been killed by me. He won't come." Lin Chang continued to smile smugly and slowly raised his hand: "Just let him go with peace of mind, Nameless Sword!"