My Sword Has a Way

The cold wind blew, making people shiver.

I don’t know if it was the strong early spring wind or the ten-foot-long sword of the young man under the tree, but at this moment, the chill went straight to the depths of my soul.

A few or three sycamore leaves were still swaying in the air. The only difference from before was that there were some irregular pieces of bright red on them, which were extremely eye-catching.

As the silver chain snake in the woman's hand fell to the ground, the two middle-aged men in the pavilion rolled their Adam's apples and were shocked.

"Now it's your turn."

The young man's voice was still very flat, but the middle-aged woman standing in front of the young man no longer made any movement.

The paulownia leaves fell to the ground with a dull sound, and the woman's graceful body fell straight onto the paulownia leaves.

The woman's eyes were wide open and her gaze was unfocused. She could see a red thread extending from her forehead to her neck, which was extremely eye-catching.

A middle-aged man looked solemnly and a little panicked as he looked at the young man standing quietly under the tree.

"A swordsman in the realm of transcendence! You must be the legendary spiritual guardian, right?"

The young man shook his head: "I am not in the Out-of-Mundane Realm, nor am I the Lord of the Spiritual Suppression. I am just here to take your life."

After he finished speaking, he took a step forward and disappeared from the spot in an instant, like a gust of wind, slightly startling two or three fallen leaves.

"not good!"

The two people in the pavilion jumped out of the hall instantly, but even so, they were still one step slower than the young man.

An explosion of sword energy and spiritual power was heard, and both of them were knocked back dozens of feet, their faces flushed.

A man looked a little terrified. He didn't expect that in addition to the town spirit officer, there was another sword master in the town.

So the man no longer hesitated, and instantly took out a purple talisman and was about to activate it.

Another swordsman at the side hurriedly reminded: "Be careful!"

Just as the man was about to light the talisman, a voice that made the middle-aged man's hair stand on end rang in his ears.

"The Earth-level Fang Cun Talisman? I'll take it."

As Lin Jianyi's voice fell, the middle-aged man's hand, which was pinching his fingers, stopped in mid-air.

At this time, the sound of wind and sword energy could be heard. The middle-aged man lowered his head and looked at his chest, where a wooden sword had penetrated three-quarters of his flesh, with traces of blood.

The man opened his eyes wide, turned and looked at the young man in white, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he couldn't utter a word.

"I haven't killed anyone in a long time, so I was a little more hesitant when I killed someone again."

The young man still spoke calmly and turned to stare at the man holding the knife.

The man was still in a state of shock. Facing the young man in front of him was even more frightening than facing the national master in the transcendent realm.

When the young man disappeared again, the man shouted: "Wait a minute, fellow Daoist! I am not from Broken Star Valley!"

When the wind stopped, the young man stood ten feet in front of the man, holding a wooden sword. The wooden sword was not very sharp, but it had a sharp sword energy that could tear everything apart, which was extremely contradictory.

The knife-wielding man was still in shock, and pretended to be calm as he spoke slowly, "Fellow Daoist, I am from the royal family of the East Sea Kingdom, and I did not mean to offend this town. I hope you can let me go."

The young man in white said without showing any emotion: "Give me a reason to let you go, preferably one that can move me."

The man began to explain: "Fellow Daoist, you have misunderstood. The people in this small town were all killed by the two people from Broken Star Valley. I never took any action."

Lin Jianyi sneered: "Do you think I will believe it?"

The man immediately shook his head and smiled bitterly: "That's how it is. If you don't believe me, then I can only consider myself unlucky."

After a moment, the young man put away his sword and began to walk away. The man with the knife was stunned for a moment.

"Go back and tell the King of Donghai and the Han family that I, Lin Qingyun, will definitely come and visit them!"

The young man carried the wooden sword on his back and walked along the stone road, finally disappearing from the middle-aged man's sight.

A breeze, a little cool.

The man realized belatedly that his clothes were already covered in cold sweat.

The man walked over to the fallen elder of Broken Star Valley, and saw that both of them had dark Nascent Souls in their bodies and their souls dissipated. This made the middle-aged man gasp.

"The soul actually dissipated into nothingness, and that wooden sword..."

The man swallowed and said nothing more. Then he looked at his sword and smiled bitterly.

"It's still inferior after all."

The man then stood up and left, his figure looking a little lonely.

When they come, they travel in groups of three, and when they leave, they return alone. The world of cultivators is extremely cruel every moment, and in the world of humans, separations of life and death are played out every minute and every second.

After the man left, a middle-aged man in gray appeared outside the pavilion. He looked at the bodies on the ground and sighed, "Alas! Since we share the same roots, I will help you one more time."

Then there was a roar of sword energy, and a pit appeared not far from the pavilion. After the middle-aged man placed several bodies, he leveled the soil.

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At the southern entrance of the town, an old man bowed to the middle-aged man in front of him and said, "After sending you a thousand miles, we must part ways. Forget the farewell wine. If we meet again in the future, I will definitely treat you to some good wine."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "Then Old Shen, have a safe journey."

The old man quickly spat: "Pah, you are the one who has a good journey."

The man laughed loudly, but stopped laughing after a moment: "If we meet again someday, I will definitely ask you for a glass of good wine. I'm just afraid that Saint Shen will not recognize me as a pork seller."

The old man also smiled and shook his head, and finally bowed and said: "It's time for me to go. Goodbye."

The man replied, "Take care."

The town has existed for thousands of years, and since then there has been no one to guard the mountain.

Liu Huaizhou walked slowly in the town. When he passed by the blacksmith shop, the sound of blacksmithing continued, but it was not as frequent as before.

An old man was leaning against the doorstep with a pipe in his mouth as usual. When he saw the man approaching, he spoke first.

"You don't have to keep an eye on me every day. I've said before that I'm willing to follow my ancestors' teachings. Isn't it just about recognizing a little master and staying in the town for a few more years? What? Can't I run away, old man?"

Liu Huaizhou smiled slightly: "Old Sun, let's not beat around the bush. I don't trust you. You were the first town guardian to escape back then. Now that the formation has been broken, who knows if you will run away again."

Facing the man's doubt, Old Sun waved his hands quickly: "Okay, old man, I will fight you. If I don't run away, you can change your career and become an apprentice in my shop. If I run away, I will be your shop assistant. How about it?"