Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 28 Assassin
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Today is February 2th, Valentine's Day. I wish everyone a wild, happy and joyful night...

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Although Sima Zi Yan didn't know Sun Yanwan's background, she was very smart and guessed from the few words she heard yesterday that this little brother Sun probably had a very miserable family background.

She felt a tenderness in her heart, and she held Sun Yanwan's hand and said, "Don't be sad, brother. I will make you a few more clothes in the future. Don't cry, don't cry."

Sun Yanwan was half acting and half feeling sad. He had read some time-travel novels, and in most of them, after traveling through time, he never thought about his parents again. He really missed home.

Being held by Sima Ziyan's hand and comforted, he felt a little embarrassed. After all, pretending to cry was not a very decent thing. He rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself, Sister Sima."

Miss Sima smiled sweetly and said, "It's a rare thing for me, sister, to actually witness this scene."

"My brother has become a disciple of the Grandmaster and will become a true hero in the future. I'm afraid no one will ever see such a scene again."

Just as Sun Yanwan was about to invite Sima Ziyan into the temple, the Emei female warrior sighed and said, "My father is still very busy with his affairs. Sister, you are here to say goodbye. When the storm is over, I will host a banquet for you when you come to your house."

Sun Yanwan was quite surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was the way it should be.

How could Censor Sima not fight back after such a disaster? He was afraid that the court would be in turmoil again, and it would be a time of great trouble. However, he could not help in this matter, so he could only say, "Sister Sima, take care of yourself."

Sima Zi Yan said goodbye to Sun Yan Wan and got on a white horse. She was dressed in white and riding a white horse, looking as graceful as an immortal. She rode away, and the charming atmosphere lasted for a long time.

Sun Yanwan lowered his head and opened the bundle. There was indeed a set of clothes, shoes and socks inside. In addition to the clothes, there was also a ball of something. He reached out and touched it lightly, and the ball of something suddenly shook straight up.

This is a soft sword with a sheath, coiled together, black and inconspicuous, but when stretched straight, it gives off a faint chill.

Sun Yanwan pressed the spring and pulled out the soft sword. The blade was like water and the sword body was extremely flexible. It was slightly shorter than the Demon-Slaying Sword and the sword body was also a bit narrower. He tried a few moves casually, and the blade was easy to use in his hand. This was a weapon that could be called a treasure.

The scabbard was made of the skin of some unknown animal and was very exquisite, with twists and turns as desired, and the words "Lingxi" were written on it.

Sun Yanwan put away the soft sword, picked up the bag, and returned to Taiyi Temple. He just thought this matter was interesting.

"It's a pity that this sister is a bit older. When I grow up, I'm afraid she will..."

Sun Yanwan was about to go back to practice when he heard a low roar and a strong wind came from behind. He subconsciously turned his body and lifted the bag, and heard the sound of silk being torn. A single sword cut through the clothes made by Sima Zi Yan and hit the scabbard of the soft sword Lingxi, making a crisp tinkling sound.

Sun Yanwan took a few steps back, heartbroken beyond measure. He hadn't even put on his clothes yet, and they were already chopped to pieces. While the soft sword was a sharp weapon, something so soft wasn't suitable for hard contact with a blade. Furthermore, the scabbard was made of leather, so it couldn't withstand the force of a blade.

He dropped the bag in his hand, drew out the soft sword, and took a closer look at it. The scabbard was indeed damaged, but this sword was indeed a sharp weapon. The blade was as smooth as water, flowing with color, and there was no damage at all.

A cold and cruel voice shouted, "Today I will let you know that I, Lao Xin, am more suitable to be the Grand Master's apprentice."

With a single sword, he transformed into three forms in the air. His swordsmanship was surprisingly good. Sun Yanwan commented in his heart and thought to himself, "I'm afraid he has the strength of an eighth-grade or higher."

"But is this the Scorpio Cult's secret sword technique?" "It's crude and messy, with too many flaws."

Apart from the Ziwu Jing, Sun Yanwan has not learned any of the Songyang School's fist, kick, or weapon techniques, but he has diligently practiced the Hu family's Demon-Slaying Sword Technique and has made remarkable progress. Although his internal strength is slightly weak, the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique is countless times more advanced than the Scorpio Sect's sword technique.

Lao Xin struck out several times with his sword, forcing Sun Yanwan to retreat repeatedly. Just as he was about to put more strength to severely injure the young Taoist priest, he heard a hurried voice shouting, "Little brother, stop." He recognized it was Lao Ai's voice, but instead of listening, he put more strength. But at this moment, a soft sword with a cold glow, from a strange angle, pointed at the flaw in his swordsmanship.

This move was a sure-kill move for the enemy and was a highly skilled swordsmanship. However, Lao Xin had a fierce expression on his face and did not draw his sword horizontally at all. Instead, he accelerated with his sword and chopped it down fiercely, making it look like both sides would suffer losses.

Sun Yanwan had anticipated this, and with a light turn of the sword, he cut off the opponent's arm that was not holding the knife.

This move of the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique, the Seven Turns of Fighting the Waves, is extremely magical. How could an ordinary martial artist like Lao Xin resist it?

Sun Yanwan hadn't expected the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique to be so advanced. Before he'd even finished using the move, he'd spun seven times, and with just one turn, he'd already chopped off the opponent's arm. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and retreated a half step to prevent the opponent from counterattacking. He hesitated for a moment, thinking, "Should I kill all three members of the Lao family?"

Lao Xing had one arm broken, so he threw away the sword in his hand, raised his hand, and a bunch of poisonous needles flew out from his sleeve.

Sun Yanwan had no ability to resist the poison needles. He hurriedly stepped back, and just then, a dark cloud passed by, and a powerful internal force shook the poison needles away. Lao Xin was about to escape, but how could he escape? A finger flew out from the sky, hitting his acupuncture points, and he fell limp to the ground.

Lao Ai was so frightened that he rushed over, knelt down and was about to kowtow, but he heard Zhang Yuanqiao say calmly: "No need, this is not your brother."

Lao Ai was slightly surprised, but saw Zhang Yuanqiao stretched out his hand and slapped the air, and countless tiny cracks appeared on Lao Xin's face. A human skin mask shattered, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a sinister look.

The middle-aged man's face turned slightly black and distorted, and he died in just a few breaths.

Zhang Yuanqiao said to his disciple, "Use your sword to pry open his right hand."

Sun Yanwan did as she was told and opened it, only to see a black iron ring on the man's index finger. There were short sharp spikes growing inward from the ring, and there were some bloodstains on it.

Zhang Yuanqiao snorted coldly and said calmly, "It's a demon from the Demon Cult. He probably heard that I accepted a disciple, and to prevent the righteous martial arts world from having another young master, he sent someone to assassinate you."

"The one on his finger is the Black God Thorn. If the assassins he sends out fail to kill their target, they can turn the ring and clench their fist. The poison on the Black God Thorn will penetrate deep into their bodies, killing them instantly."

Sun Yanwan was frightened and thought to herself, "Is the martial arts world in this world so dangerous?"

"I used to think that the struggles within the imperial court, with their frequent killings of entire families and the annihilation of villages and towns, were already extremely cruel. I never expected the Demon Cult to be even more inhumane, actually sending people to assassinate young disciples from various sects."

"I haven't been practicing martial arts very hard recently. I need to work harder and roll it up harder."

When Lao Ai saw that it wasn't his brother, he felt a little relieved and whispered, "Great, it's not Lao Xin."

She simply couldn't bear to think about what kind of disaster the Lao family would suffer if her brother "assassinated" Sun Yanwan.
Zhang Yuanqiao said calmly, "The demon from the Demon Cult is ruthless. Since they sent someone to impersonate your brother, I'm afraid your brother is already in trouble."

Labor and love are like being struck by lightning!

　"The First Magical World War" is a fantasy classic, a well-written book with interesting content
　　
　
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