Chapter 9 Asura Son, Asura Sword

Volume 1 Asura Son Chapter 09 Asura Sword

After drinking the six bowls of spirits, Qin Ming couldn't hold it anymore, his head was swollen and painful, he stumbled on the haystack, and fell asleep after a while.

In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, back to the distant ancient city of Thunder.

He saw his mother, his father, his sister, and many familiar relatives.

The city lord's mansion is full of laughter and happiness.

Qin Ming ran in excitedly and rushed towards his familiar relatives, but they were clearly in front of them, but they couldn't seem to see him. He yelled, waved in front of everyone, and loved ones were indifferent.

In a trance, everyone was quiet, and they looked up at the sky, expressionless and empty.

It started to rain, and it sprinkled on everyone, it was very cold, and the cold made people shiver.

Sudden……

The picture is fragmented, like a broken mirror, splashing down, and everyone dissipates in the cold rain.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth were dark.

Without the ancient city and without his relatives, Qin Ming seemed to be standing on a vast battlefield of slaughter.

Endless creatures are fighting frantically, shouting to the sky, and various mysterious beasts roaring in blood and fire.

Overwhelming fires and hurricanes that reach the heavens and the earth shrouded the world.

The earth is crumbling, the sky is collapsing, and the world seems to be doomsday.

In the vast world, a bright bright light cut through the darkness and tore through the sky fire, as bright as the scorching sun. Jingmang pierced the battlefield, filled with unparalleled murderous power, caused all living beings to cry, and the heroes were terrified.

Qin Ming walked on the battlefield in a daze, as if he was going to chase that tyrannical and peerless spirit, but suddenly, that spirit stopped and locked Qin Ming in the air. To Qin Ming.

Qin Ming was shocked and sat up.

Dream! Nightmare!

Qin Ming was in a cold sweat, and he woke up most of the time. He was panting heavily, and it took a while for him to swallow hard.

How can you have such a dream?

I haven't dreamed in years.

Qin Ming wiped off the cold sweat, felt dry mouth, rubbed his aching head and got up, and went to the yard to get some water to drink.

In the cold yard, the old man was sitting under the old tree, turning a black lacquer knife in his hand. It was forged from an unknown material. It was like black iron and black rock. The whole body was pitch black, and there was a cold air.

"Huh?" Qin Ming was attracted by the black knife and shook his head vigorously, thinking he was dreaming again.

"Father?"

Qin Ming shouted twice.

The old man ignored it and slowly raised the black knife.

Qin Ming looked at it, and an inexplicable chill surged into his heart. In a trance, he seemed to return to a dream again, submerged in endless killings, and felt that the black knife was staring at him, yes, it was the feeling of being stared at.

Qin Ming moved his body carefully, but still felt that he was being stared at.

The black knife seemed to have a strange spirituality, which made people shudder, but in the old man's old hand, it was obedient like a pet, swaying with the fingertips, and deftly flipped.

Qin Ming Jiujin was completely awake, and looked carefully at the old man and the black knife. He had seen the old man use a throwing knife before, and it was the old man who casually used a piece of iron as a throwing knife and played around in the yard. After playing for two days in a row, Qin Ming learned it for two days and felt very good, so he sharpened nine flying knives by himself, and practiced them for three years for self-defense use.

When he faced Zhao Min that day, he took advantage of the flying knife's surprise attack and caught Zhao Min by surprise.

"Name of the knife, Shura." The old man spread out his dry right hand, the black knife was suspended in the palm of his hand, the tip of the knife was pointing down, the body of the knife was filled with a gloomy cold air, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted.

"This knife..." Qin Ming's hair stood on end, he involuntarily took two steps back, and looked at the black knife in amazement.

The old man's right hand suddenly vibrated, and in an instant, the black knife rang out, trembling and bursting.

A terrifying slaughter swept the warehouse compound, filling the world.

At this moment, many elderly people from the thirty high mountains of the Qingyun Sect opened their eyes collectively, and they caught a murderous aura that made their hearts palpitate.

Qin Ming retreated in shock, but the black knife touched his forehead in an instant, so fast that it was difficult to capture the trajectory.

It did not retreat or advance, and lightly touched the skin between Qin Ming's eyebrows.

The sharp tip of the knife was extremely cold, as if it would freeze Qin Ming's soul.

"Old man...you..." Qin Ming didn't dare to move, sweat dripped down his forehead, he really felt the threat of death, and it was as if he was hugged by the god of death.

"Don't use it indiscriminately before the Xuanwu Realm." The old man pushed his right hand in the air, and the black knife pierced Qin Ming's brow with a screeching sound. In an instant, Qin Ming seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and the bone-chilling cold spread throughout his body.

Consciousness swirled, unable to tell whether he was in pain or drowsy, Qin Ming sat on the ground with difficulty, just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, his body actually transpired black gas, churning throughout his body, and drowned him in a short while.

In a trance, the old man walked towards him with his hands behind his back, and he only saw the eyes of the old man, like an endless abyss that would devour people.

"Am I dreaming again?" Qin Ming whispered, slowly lying on the ground.

Everything is unreal, unreal and scary.

dream? Should be a dream.

When Qin Ming opened his eyes again, it was the morning of the second day, and he was actually lying in the yard, with the warm sun shining on his body, which was indescribably comfortable.

"Why am I lying here?"

Qin Ming stretched his waist hard, his body was light and comfortable, and there was still a cold and uncomfortable feeling.

"I have a dream, the wine is really strong, and I will drink less in the future."

Qin Ming stood up and bounced, moved his body, and exercised as usual.

He threw a few punches in the air, and then ignited the arc and played the first three paragraphs with King Kong Jin.

But banging, Qin Ming stopped there, staring at the right arm of the electric arc.

Today's arc seems to be a lot more, but it is very difficult to perform.

what happened?

Did you drink too much last night?

Qin Fate turned his meridians, opened the arc, and punched a few more times, but this time, he was really stunned.

"I seem to... break through?"

"Lingwu... Fourth Heaven?"

"how is this possible!"

Qin Ming is inconceivable, and he has broken through to the fourth level of Lingwu in a confused way?

But soon the problem came up again. Not only did the realm improve, the meridians were widened, but there was something more in the sea of ​​qi in Dantian, a dark knife, filled with black mist, suspended in the sky of the silent sea of ​​air.

"How is this going?"

"Didn't I dream last night?"

Qin Ming checked carefully, yes, the realm has really improved, but due to the inexplicable improvement, the spiritual power in the meridians is still in the state of triple heaven and needs to be replenished urgently. There was really a pitch-black knife in the sea of ​​anger, exactly the same as the one the old man in "Dream" gave him yesterday.

Not a dream? Not a dream!

This mysterious black knife was given to me by the old man!

"Father! Thank you!"

Qin Ming was surprised and ran back to the warehouse to thank him.

But the strange thing is that there is no one in the warehouse, and the old man is not there.

Qin Ming returned to the yard, and the old man was not there.

In the past eight years, the old man has either stayed in a daze under the tree, or missed the deceased in front of the grave, or went to sleep in the warehouse, and has never left the warehouse for half a step.

"Strange, where did the old man go?"

Qin Ming suddenly had a bad premonition. He carefully searched the warehouse and the compound, and also searched around the low mountain, but found no sign of the old man.

"gone?"

"Impossible, you left without saying hello?"

"But the old man was really weird yesterday."

"Could it be because of the girl from yesterday?"

Qin Ming returned to the warehouse and came to the old man's wooden bed.

An old cotton blanket, a few pieces of sewing clothes, these are all the belongings of the old man, and none of them have been taken away.

"Is this a mystery?"

Qin Ming's hand pressed on the old clothes, and there seemed to be something in them. He slowly opened it, a note, a word - life!

Under the note, there is a sword manual and an ancient sword.

A quaint and atmospheric rushing towards the face, the sword manual and the ancient sword itself seem to have real sword energy, so that the surrounding air is filled with a hint of sharpness and coldness.

"The old man is really gone?" Qin Ming picked up the note in a daze, and suddenly felt a sense of loss, as if something was suddenly lost in his heart.

gone?

Is it really gone?

It has been eight years since I had the company of the elderly, and I felt that this humble warehouse felt like a home.

No matter how difficult or painful it is, I always feel that I can go home and rest for a while.

He knew that the old man was not ordinary, but he never thought he would leave so soon.

Life! my life? Whose life?

Why did the old man deliberately leave this word?

Qin Ming carefully put away the note, put it close to him, and picked up the sword score.

Dayan Sword Canon!

Without too much introduction, opening it is the first form of the Sword Canon - Mountain and River Epee! A sword cut through the mountains and rivers!

Refined sword-style introduction, concise picture meridians.

Qin Ming frowned and looked at it. The fonts and meridian diagrams were obviously very detailed, but they were blurry. It took a lot of concentration and calmness to be able to see it. This is only the first style. Turning to the second style, Qin Ming No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see clearly, not even the name of the move. It was clearly there, but he couldn't see clearly, and even gave him a strange sense of resistance.

Qin Ming's current realm and spiritual power are barely qualified to participate in the first form of research!

"What level of martial arts is this?"

Qin Ming looked at Shuriken Dian in surprise, so mysterious and extraordinary.

I have always longed for martial arts, and I also look forward to owning my own weapons. I didn't expect to get my wish today, but I can't be happy when I think about the drunkenness last night with swords and ancient swords.

"Qin Ming!" A shrill voice suddenly came from outside.

Qin Ming put away the sword script and the ancient sword and hid them in the deepest part of the warehouse.

"Qin Ming! Where is the death!" Zhang Dong rudely pushed open the iron door, held the list in his hand, and shouted in a shrill voice: "I posted it before dawn, and it's noon now, so I won't deliver it yet, Do you still want to do it?"

"I'll go right away." Qin Ming simply sorted it out and went outside to pick up the list.

Zhang Dong stood by the iron gate and kept yelling: "Don't think that you can break the rules when you are in the Spirit Martial Realm. No matter how strong you are, you are still a servant. It's up to me, Zhang Dong! I won't care about you today, and then I dare not deliver on time. Goods, I'll report it to the general manager to see how to clean up you!"