The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 454

Jiang Yichen knelt on one knee with his upper body bare.

There is a reed leaf wrapped around my eyes.

He holds a sharpened wooden sword in his hand.

The wooden sword was four feet long and pierced into the void.

A distance of half a foot to the right was pointed by the sword's edge, and there was a person standing there.

Before the third person steps into the Yin Yang Valley, this person will naturally only be Leng Mei.

Leng Mei also held a sharpened wooden sword in her hand.

The wooden sword was three feet long, and the point of the wooden sword was between Jiang Yichen's eyebrows.

Brows were already bleeding, but the expressions of the two of them didn't change much.

The cold charm remained indifferent.

Jiang Yichen's frowning brows, which were mostly covered by reed leaves, remained tightly locked.

The two of them didn't pay attention to the bleeding wound, as if they had already gotten used to it, or there was something more worthy of their attention.

Feeling that the sun on the skin was only warm, and the breeze blowing by his side was gradually getting colder, Jiang Yichen knew that it was the end of the day.

So, he stood up, sighed softly, silently followed Leng Mei's footsteps, and walked back in the direction of the wooden house, letting blood drip slowly from the area between his eyebrows.

Even though he was able to survive a cup of tea, which was a breakthrough compared to the previous dozens of rounds, he still missed the decisive blow at the last moment.

If the stabbing is empty, it means that the opponent is not dead, or the opponent is one step behind him.

It is meaningless if the opponent is not dead, or if the opponent dies one step later, because he is already dead.

Although Leng Mei wasn't an enemy, she didn't show mercy, and her moves were aimed at the vital point, because a real enemy wouldn't show mercy either.

Just now, if the sword's edge advances an inch, Jiang Yichen will surely die.

Leng Mei is very strong, even if Jiang Yichen fights to the death when he is at his peak, Leng Mei will probably survive in the end.

But the cold charm holding the sword is not strong. If it is placed in the rivers and lakes, it can only be regarded as a third-rate swordsman at best. It is acceptable to compete with swordsmanship masters in one blow, and it is bound to be full of flaws in a protracted fight. Stabbed into a hornet's nest.

However, Jiang Yichen, who can be called a master of swordsmanship, has found it extremely difficult to pass a hundred rounds under Leng Mei's sword these days. Doesn't it mean that he is not even as good as a third-rate swordsman?

Twenty days have passed since the Hundred Flowers Conference, and Yangchun March has quietly entered the last stage of the schedule.

Because the poison of blinding sand in the eyes has not been completely removed, Jiang Yichen had to endure the pain of being bitten by Gu insects again yesterday, but fortunately, it has eased greatly compared to last time, and he will not fall into a coma again.

Other injuries are also gradually recovering. The bones of the right elbow and hand are connected, and the torn wound on the elbow has basically healed. It is not a problem to swing the heavy hidden sword in a short period of time. With the strong efficacy of the medicinal herbs in the valley, it is not too much. Days can be restored.

Extracutaneous injuries alone have become the exception.

Good and hurt, hurt and good.

Healed and hurt again, hurt and healed again, not repeated injuries.

It's just that the old injury has just healed, and a new injury is added, and the new injury is not healed, and a new injury is added.

Ever since Jiang Yichen picked up the wooden sword, Leng Mei had pierced 54 holes on his body and made 54 sword marks. Among them, there were ninety-nine and 81 fatal wounds. Withdrawal of force, Jiang Yichen also died ninety-nine and 81 times.

Most of the surface of those wounds were solidly smeared with plaster, and some of the plasters intersected with the wound.

This was the new dilemma Jiang Yichen faced.

He didn't see anything, and he was inferior to a third-rate swordsman, so how can he talk about fighting against a strong enemy?

And the person who can come to the valley, how can he be a mere third-rate swordsman?

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Stepping into the shallow stream, Jiang Yichen stopped, letting the flowing stream wash over his feet.

There are still two miles to go, and the wet feet will definitely be dirtier before returning to the wooden house than before entering the stream, but it seems that only in this way can wash away the restlessness in Jiang Yichen's heart, and move forward lightly.

Leng Mei naturally didn't have this kind of thought, she thought she jumped over the stream lightly, that's why she didn't hear the sound of her feet falling into the stream before.

Jiang Yichen tried his best to clear his mind, but it was difficult to stop his thoughts from lingering in his mind.

According to what Leng Mei said, he tried to use his ears, nose, mouth, limbs and hair as eyes.

Ears can hear sounds, noses can smell, and hair and skin can feel cold and heat. It seems that these are another kind of eyes of people from the beginning, just "seeing" the world in a different way.

He seemed to understand how to use his ears, nose, hair and skin to "see" the world in just a moment, and he didn't seem to understand at all.

So he was barefoot, and first trained to use his feet to "see" the valley outside the square.

At first he could only follow the sound with the help of the bamboo stick, walking step by step and sticking the stick.

Walk extremely cautiously, for fear that the next step will step into an abyss that does not exist, and fall unconscious again.

day to day.

He stepped on the angular rocks like stepping on pins and needles, stepped into the flowers all over the valley and rolled out the dead flowers and fallen leaves, fell into the soft and muddy wetland for a long time and couldn't extricate himself, fell into the gurgling stream I washed away the filth, but never stepped into the abyss.

When he fell among the rocks, there would be more swollen little bumps on his head, body, limbs, and more white or red scratches.

He fell among the flowers, and those dead flowers and fallen leaves retaliated and left their marks on him, and those marks could also be bloody.

He fell into the mud and took a big mouthful of muddy water. It didn't matter that his appetite was greatly affected for three or two days, but the most worrying thing was that his clothes were soiled and wet and difficult to wash!

He fell into the stream, and it was inevitable that he would get some bruises, but the filth was washed away, which was quite refreshing.

From beginning to end, he did not fall unconscious.

Therefore, he gradually overcomes the natural fear that arises from the bottom of his heart after falling into the darkness, and lets go of his body and mind to embrace this piece of nature.

For some reason, he was still leaning on a bamboo stick, but he no longer wore his jacket when traveling.

But there was no longer any flinch in his step.

At first, the strides became bigger and bigger, and then they took big strides at the back, and then they walked like flying, and they started to run!

Later, he no longer needed the bamboo stick, and he didn't deliberately control his steps, but he walked more and more steadily, more and more naturally, until he was walking in the courtyard!

He has been able to run, he has been able to jump, and he has used his feet to "see clearly" a radius of ten miles outside the wooden house!

However, this is not enough.

He began to train his hands to "see".

The world in your hands is obviously much larger and smaller than the world under your feet.

The reason why it is much larger is that the world that can be touched by feet can also be touched by hands, but the world that cannot be touched by feet can only be touched by hands.

The reason why it is so much smaller is because the world that can only be touched by hands needs to be touched very carefully and even down to the smallest detail, and it cannot be just like the feet. It is a small world in a big world.

There are everything in that small world, including pots and pans, tables, chairs, bed benches, swords and other people.

Like most Jianghu people, Jiang Yichen is good at using swords. Naturally, swords need to be held with hands, and sword wielders need to see clearly, otherwise they will not be able to use swords well.

From the moment Jiang Yichen grasped the hilt of his sword again, he knew that it is not difficult to see the big world clearly, but it is not easy to see the small world clearly.

Because the big world is big, but people are very small, so the big world is still or immutable relative to people. As long as you have enough patience, you can always see the appearance of the big world slowly, and remember it in heart.

Although the small world is small, it is diverse.

There are many changing small worlds in countless small worlds.

Those little worlds call others.

It is difficult to be still, even relatively still, between people and other people.

Therefore, it is basically impossible to see other people clearly in the small world, unless the person is almost still.

Such a person is either asleep, passed out, or dead.

It's a pity that Jiang Yichen's enemies will not be asleep or unconscious, and they will not be dead before they are killed by him or Leng Mei.

Ever since, it was difficult for Jiang Yichen to see the small world clearly, and he couldn't use the sword well either.

If he didn't use the sword well, Jiang Yichen lost his greatest support, and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

The east wall has collapsed, may the west wall be demolished to make up for it?

The sword is difficult to use well, so you can make up for your combat power by improving your cultivation?

This is a choice and a risk. Jiang Yichen felt that he was short of an opportunity to make this choice.

Jiang Yichen was sure that the opportunity had not yet come, so if he wanted to make a choice or take a risk, he needed to tell Leng Mei first.

Leng Mei was in the same boat as him, Leng Mei could hide something from him, but he couldn't and didn't want to.

In fact, Jiang Yichen knew that he didn't have too many secrets in front of Leng Mei.

After all, shortly after he set foot in the rivers and lakes, he had intersected with the Demon Palace. After several encounters, if the Demon Palace still knew nothing about him, then the Demon Palace could really be called a big gang.

And as the number one female assassin in the Demon Palace at that time, Leng Mei was naturally also responsible for collecting information on the Jianghu. In front of Leng Mei, some of Jiang Yichen's secrets were no longer secrets.

Do you want to disperse the "Acupoints and Intercepting Meridian Exercises" and practice the "Woodless Sitting and Forgetting the Mind Method", which is also a wood-based exercise?

Jiang Yichen expressed his hesitation to Leng Mei.

(End of this chapter)