Chapter 1797 Distraction

Even though Mr. Xiying is nearly 60 years old, he is still strong, not deaf, not blind, and has extremely sharp eyesight. He can tell at a glance that I have doubts.

I wasn't afraid that the old man would be unhappy, so I just told him what I was thinking.

After hearing this, the old man chuckled and said: "You don't have to worry about this. Just like my 'Cross Slasher', your knife was also made by a blacksmith master, and the quality of the two is no different. divided."

"Then why did Senior Xilan bury it deep in the soil?"

"Because it is a demon sword. Our ancestors were dissatisfied with its demonic aura, so they buried it in the ground."

Upon hearing that it was a demon sword, Boss Ren's expression changed slightly and he asked aloud: "Senior, since you know that this is a demon sword, why didn't you tell Xiaoyi in advance?"

"Aren't I worried that he will have concerns?" Xiying said: "Originally, I planned to find a time to explain it clearly to him after the discussion."

Boss Ren's expression did not lighten up because of Mr. Xiying's words. On the contrary, it became more solemn: "Senior, will this knife have any bad effects on people?"

"It won't have any impact," Xiying said: "Before the ancestor obtained the 'Cross Slasher', he had been using this demon sword. I have never heard of any bad situation happening to my ancestor."

Boss Renn breathed out a sigh of relief and whispered: "That's good."

After confirming the grade of the sword in my hand and roughly understanding its origin, I finally felt relieved, opened my stance, nodded towards Mr. Xiying, and said, "I'm ready."

The old man was not polite at all. He drew his sword out of its sheath and walked straight towards me.

Despite his age, his steps were slightly shaky, but the moment he drew his sword, a fierce aura rose up, turning into a lone wolf, staring at me proudly.

This is neither the power of transformation, nor murderous intent, nor is it even intangible, but why does it give me a stronger sense of oppression than when a strong person releases the power of transformation?

My breathing suddenly became heavier, and the hand holding the sword began to shake slightly. Subconsciously, I wanted to throw away the sword in my hand, and then pick up the sword placed aside. In my opinion, only the sword can give me enough Courage allowed me to face the power of Mr. Xiying.

However, time waits for no one.

Ever since the old man took his first step, his steps have become faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, he has become a phantom, giving me no time to change my weapon.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight him. Who told me that I was the one who initiated this fight?

As soon as I raised the knife here, the wind of the knife was whistling from the other side, and there was a sharp roar that made my arms numb and my ears buzzed.

I took a few steps back, feeling inexplicably horrified: What a powerful force!

As soon as one sword fell, the next one came out through the wind, and it was another top-down slash!

I gritted my teeth and raised my arm again. At the same time, I no longer cared about fairness. The murderous intention flowed out quickly through the pores and enveloped the entire blade in an instant.

When the killing intent was like a swamp, swallowing up the demon sword, an inexplicable feeling came from the blade into my mind, and buzzed in my mind.

Although I still don’t understand the meaning of these buzzing sounds, I can feel the joy contained in the sounds and the desire for battle.

Is this the sound of the soul of the knife?

While feeling the sound, I raised the sword again.

With the blessing of murderous intention, my strength has risen again, and I am more confident in my competition with Mr. Xiying.

Although the main purpose of competition is to discover one's own shortcomings and learn from each other's strengths, who doesn't want to win if they can win?

The sharp blade of the cross-cutting knife split the air between me and Mr. Xiying in two. The coldness on the blade abused my bangs wantonly, as if it could be attached to my head in the next second. split into two.

Without thinking, I folded my hands, held the handle of the knife at the same time, aimed at the cold blade coming towards me, and faced it fiercely.

There was another sharp cry.

My arms felt the pressure of a strong force at the same time, but luckily this time, my arms were not numb, and the force of the intrusion was extremely limited. Before it could crush my arms, it lost its stamina first.

Without the pressure from the stamina, I just felt my arms loosen, and I suddenly became energetic. I exerted my strength with both wrists, raised them up, and pushed the sword back.

Mr. Xiying took half a step back, nodded with a satisfied smile on his face, and said: "Very good, have you finally found your fighting spirit?"

I nodded and shouted, "Yes."

"Then come again." The old man made a mistake and used Xi Lan's homemade sword technique.

Seeing this, I no longer hesitated and also used Xi Lan's own knife technique.

The same sword technique, after being used by both of us, has a different taste.

Mr. Xiying's Xilan Sword Technique is steady and steady, and each cut is very intimidating and full of energy. However, my Xilan Sword Technique does not have the feeling of the old man at all. On the contrary, it is a bit like Xilan Sword Technique and me. A combination of homemade knife skills.

It is crooked and twisted, but it is self-contained. It is not as gorgeous and direct as Xilan's sword technique, but its eccentricity is difficult to predict and makes people dare not underestimate it.

The two of us went back and forth like this, facing each other for hundreds of rounds. I was already slightly out of breath. Looking at Mr. Xiying again, his temples were soaked with sweat.

Obviously, it is indeed not an easy task to use pure physical strength to fight against the killing intent that rivals the power of transformation.

I wanted to stop and let everyone rest for a while, but the old man from Xiying was playing vigorously and did not give me a chance to stop. In desperation, I had to continue fighting with him.

After another hundred moves, Mr. Xiying's breathing became rapid, but he still did not use the power of transformation and still used his physical strength to fight against me.

Does this old man want to have a good time on his own, or does he want to take care of me more, so he does not use the power of transformation and only uses physical strength to fight?

Or could it be said that the old man has not changed yet?

These ideas came out of my head like a fountain, and I had to devote some of my energy to filtering and comparing them.

However, when masters compete with each other, if they miss the slightest, they will be a thousand miles away.

As soon as I was distracted, Mr. Xiying seized this rare opportunity and swung his sword continuously, defeating all my offensive and defensive attacks. Then he turned around and hit me in the stomach with the scabbard.

I couldn't stand steadily, so I took several steps back and fell to the ground, which made my butt hurt.

"Stop!" I shouted, and the Cross Slasher's sharp blade instantly stopped three inches above my head. I smiled bitterly and said, "Senior, I surrender."

Mr. Xiying did not bother and put away the sword. However, after putting the sword into its sheath, he sighed and shook his head: "It's a pity, it's a pity that you are not weak in strength, but uneasy. I said you kid, you are Why are you running away during the battle? Are you thinking about Daphne or Kailan?"