There was a swordsman once upon a time. His hands were very cold, his sword was very cold, his heart was very cold, and then he died of cold.

During his lifetime, he believed that there must be a path in this world that can break through the shackles of ordinary martial arts and break this door. It will be a vast starry sky that no one else has ever reached.

So he traveled thousands of miles and mountains, felt the various aspects of the world, just to seize that slight possibility, rely on swordsmanship, and break into extraordinary things.

Walk from west to east, from south to north.

His sword moves became more and more skillful. Even when facing multiple masters, he could still enter a state of no one. No one could stand the point of the sword.

People in the world don’t know his name, and when he takes action, it’s like a blue starry sky, so he calls him—the blue swordsman.

Although there are few opponents in the world, the Blue Swordsman is not satisfied.

What he yearns for is the vast starry sky.

Unfortunately, he failed.

Or, this is a doomed failure.

When a person dies, the light goes out, and sooner or later he will be forgotten.

However, he did not expect that he woke up from the confused and finally reached the state he had always dreamed of. In this era, he was called: Qiling.

Liao Xiaoyi held a long sword in his hand and walked slowly on the road. The direction of the end was Shushan Sword Hall.

"Boy, you shouldn't be so impulsive." A fifth-level blue swordsman spoke in the spiritual space to remind him.

"Teacher, I have inherited your sword skills, so no one is allowed to insult the sword skills. Besides, if you are alive, you will definitely make the same decision as me."

"You boy."

The Blue Swordsman no longer refutes.

As Liao Xiaoyi said, if he were, he would have been to the Shushan Sword Hall.

How can I let my life pursue things that I cannot get?

The two got closer and saw two long queues lined up at the entrance of the Sword Hall.

"Teacher, I'm ready."

"Believe in yourself."

"good."

Liao Xiaoyi tightened his sword tightening.

"Borrow it."

"Brother, don't go to the line, can you queule in the back?"

"?"

"Don't glar at me, it's amazing to have a sword in my hand. Everyone is here to sign up, don't jump into the line."

"I'm not here to sign up."

"Watch the fun? You can't go to the line even if you watch the fun."

The anger value gradually increased.

"Nah, I'll get angry when I say a few words, brother, don't do this..."

"I heard that the name of Shushan Sword Museum is the Canglan Sword visit today. How can the name of the sword path be slandered by Xiaodao? Where is the owner Zhou Chen? How dare you fight me?"

The sound rolled, scaring the people nearby trembled.

"Brother, what are you doing? The owner of the Hall Zhou gave him a chance to challenge just now. If you don't come out, you are queuing up to enter the Sword Hall. Who are you trying to scare now?"

The guy in line is also brave enough to answer the conversation.

"Get out." Liao Xiaoyi said coldly.

"Brother, I'm the sixth-level owner of the Zhou Pavilion. Why don't we forget it, I can't beat it."

"Hey, don't ignore the advice, they are really level six."

Swish!

The sword was crossed around his neck.

"Get out."

Liao Xiaoyi looked forward with a cold face, and the crowd separated to the sides.

He was a little uncomfortable when he was watched by everyone, and he quickly suppressed this feeling.

When he walked to the sword hall, a handsome young man stood quietly, with a strange expression.

"You want to challenge our owner?" Wang Ran asked.

"In the Canglan Sword, I pursue swordsmanship all my life, and I will not allow others to defile the word "sword"!"

"Sword Cultivator?"

"yes!"

"It's okay, it's more like the one before."

But that's all.

Wang Ran raised his head, "Our owner is inside. If you want to challenge, enter the museum."

"good."

Following him in, Liao Xiaoyi saw the people who were testing the sword in the museum, and also saw the portraits and words hanging on the wall.

"Use bones without swords, straighten your body and use your heart as swords to understand gains and losses."

It seems... it's not necessarily a liar?

No, it’s true or not, I’ll talk about it before seeing it.

"Who is looking for me?"

Liao Xiaoyi's eyes passed through the crowd and gathered at the table.

He looks ordinary but dresses decently.

"Owner Zhou?" Liao Xiaoyi asked.

He did not sense the unique aura of the strong in the other party.

"It's me, what's the matter?"

"That's right." Liao Xiaoyi looked at him, "I admire the contributions made by Shushan Sword Hall in the riots in a foreign country. However, the word "Sword Dao" cannot be defiled. I have been looking for swords all my life, and I dare not call myself a sword cultivator. Today, I came here just to see and say that I had some ability in the Shushan Sword Hall, which created the Sword Dao."

"Canglan Sword? Which martial arts hall?" Zhou Chen asked.

"I'm not a martial arts clerk."

"Is that true?"

Zhou Chen thought something.

The malice he felt in Liao Xiaoyi was quite different from those in front of him, and he really felt a bit like a sword cultivator.

It is somewhat similar to Zhou Han, but also very different.

"No one is a fool, so I open the skylight and speak loudly. The so-called kendo you mentioned does not exist in my opinion."

Liao Xiaoyi's voice is sonorous and powerful.

"If you don't have the spirit of enlightenment, you can't even absorb spiritual power. How can you become stronger? It's an unscientific thing to practice swordsmanship."

"Secondly, can the so-called swordsmanship really hurt strangely? That day, did the students in Shushan Sword Museum rely on swordsmanship or Qi Ling... I can't be sure if it's just a mobile phone live broadcast."

"In the end, I can accept that various martial arts schools promote their exquisite sword skills, and I cannot easily accept that they are named extraordinary."

"Master Zhou, can you show me your swordsmanship? If I, Liao Xiaoyi, wrongly accuse the Shushan Sword Museum, I am willing to commit suicide and apologize!"

He said solemnly.

Nowadays, such a talentless sword fool is hard to find.

He and Zhou Han were able to make a pair.

Zhou Chen raised his eyebrows.

"I feel like this person's brain is not very normal."

"Yes, the special six-star martial arts hall jointly certified by the Siwu Pavilion has half a new extraordinary system. What qualifications do he have to question?"

"Canglan Sword, I seem to have heard of this person. He has become famous a few years ago, but later he became silent."

Faced with questioning gaze, Liao Xiaoyi's expression remained unchanged, and he took out the rice paper and pen and ink prepared in advance from his arms.

Swish it gently and spread the rice paper.

"What does it mean?" Zhou Chen asked.

"Swords are sharp. In terms of rank, I am definitely not the opponent of Master Zhou, so why not have a duel between sword cultivators. Use swords to dye ink and paint on rice paper. The paintings are judged by others. I wonder if Master Zhou dares to fight?"

"interesting."

Zhou Chen was a little interested.

"What is the competition method? It's impossible."

"The rice paper is so thin, and you can draw it with a sword. I'm afraid that it's not a big hole in the rice paper with one sword."

Liao Xiaoyi still had that expression and asked again, "Master Zhou, do you dare to fight?"

"As a sword cultivator, I'll take this challenge."

"Okay." Liao Xiaoyi showed his long sword, "Since I am a challenger, I will make a move."

Pull your wrist, lift the ink bottle cap away, and then dip it on the sword edge.

A white light flashed, and a layer of ink was already spread on the rice paper.
Chapter completed!