“Ka-ka-ka…”
In just two breaths, Lin Lang swallowed all the potato chips in his hand.
He clapped his hands, his expression solemn.
"Lin started learning swordsmanship at the age of three. At the age of five, he mastered the way of the sharp sword. At the age of eight, he mastered the way of the heavy sword. At the age of twelve, he mastered the way of the soft sword. At the age of eighteen, he reached the state of being able to wield a sword without a sword."
After he finished speaking, Lin Lang swung his sword finger, and an invisible sword energy shot out, leaving a sword mark on the city wall.
"I've heard that Xiahou Swordsman is the best swordsman in the world. Today, I, Lin, have come here specifically to learn a few moves from him!"
When everyone saw this, their faces changed.
The white-robed swordsman looked at the sword marks on the city wall with a serious expression.
"No sword is better than a sword... Could this be the legendary realm of the Sword Immortal?" He thought in horror.
Xiahou Swordsman was also shocked. He didn't expect that he could pull out a peerless swordsman with just a casual finger.
Even he, who had studied sword for decades, could not match that sharp invisible sword energy.
Lin Lang's face was stern as he quietly wiped the potato chip crumbs from the corner of his mouth.
"Xiahou Swordsman, come here! Let me see your swordsmanship!" he shouted.
When the onlookers heard this, they quickly stepped back to make room for the two men.
In a showdown between masters, it’s safer to stay away.
Seeing the onlookers like this, Xiahou Jianke felt something was wrong.
He said, "I am currently settling a personal grudge. We will fight another day."
The white-robed swordsman suddenly said, "I am not feeling well today, so I will take my leave now. Swordsman Xiahou and the other brothers can spar as much as they want, and don't worry about me."
As he said this, he quickly jumped off the city wall and disappeared in the crowd.
Xiahou Jianke's face turned dark. Damn Bai Zhantang, he actually tricked me!
Lin Lang smiled and said, "Xiahou Swordsman, that brother has left, you should have some time now!
Or maybe you were just making an excuse to avoid dueling with Lin?
The onlookers had strange expressions on their faces, with a look of "so that's it".
Xiahou Jianke was very concerned about his reputation. Seeing everyone's expressions, he shouted angrily.
"Nonsense! I'm the best swordsman in the world. How could I be afraid of a brat like you?"
As he spoke, he pointed his sword at Lin Lang, the sword flashed, and he jumped down from the city wall, rushing towards Lin Lang with an extremely fierce attack.
Lin Lang shouted "Okay", then he made a sword finger with his hand, and the light golden sword energy condensed in his fingers. He flew up and rushed towards Xiahou Swordsman.
"call……"
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, the two men's swords flashed, their figures kept changing, and the sound of metal clashing rang out in the air.
The people around were also watching with great interest and cheering.
Suddenly, Lin Lang paused, and Xiahou Swordsman's eyes lit up. He swung his sword as sharp as a poisonous snake and stabbed it into Lin Lang's heart.
“Puff!”
Lin Lang's mouth was bleeding, and his face was pale as he said, "What a powerful sword technique! Look at my sword technique to ward off evil spirits!"
"call out!"
A stream of sword energy shot out from his fingers, and Xiahou Swordsman quickly drew out his sword, trying to disperse the sword energy.
"jump!"
"What?"
Xiahou Swordsman was shocked. The long sword in his hand, which could cut through iron like mud, was actually broken by the sword energy, and then it continued to move forward and hit his lower body.
"ah!"
Xiahou Swordsman covered his bloody lower body and screamed, glaring at Lin Lang.
Lin Lang covered the wound on his chest, his face pale as he said, "Xiahou Swordsman, you stabbed me in the heart, you win."
As he said this, he fell down in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open.
The speed is astonishing.
Xiahou Swordsman held the broken sword in his hand and wished he could add a few more strikes to it, but if he did so in broad daylight and in front of everyone, his reputation would be ruined.
He was so concerned about his reputation that he could only hide his resentment.
Xiahou Swordsman endured the pain in his lower body and looked at Lin Lang's body with a cold expression.
"Hmph! I, Xiahou Swordsman, am the best swordsman in the world. Your swordsmanship may be powerful, but it is no match for 80% of my strength. Your death is not unjust."
Lin Lang, lying in a pool of blood, twitched at the corner of his mouth. He really wanted to stand up and kill this guy...
…
A dilapidated yard.
Four villagers had white cloths on their mouths and their hands were wrapped in white cloth. They worked together to carry a weak villager to the yard, looking a little panicked.
“Squeak…”
They opened the door of a room, hurriedly threw the villagers in their hands, and then ran out of the room as if they were escaping for their lives, as if there was some terrible and terrifying existence behind them.
A moment later, a circular portal appeared above the yard. Lin Lang escaped from the portal and landed on the roof.
Lin Lang sensed the spiritual energy in this world, which was so thin that it seemed non-existent, and shook his head slightly.
"It seems that this world doesn't even have warriors who can cultivate internal energy, let alone immortals and Buddhas."
He stood on the roof and looked around, then glanced at the quaint buildings under his feet, and guessed that it must be an ancient background.
“Ahem…”
A faint cough came from the house below. Lin Lang frowned, and his spiritual sense swept over it, and his face changed.
"plague!"
He jumped off the roof and pushed the door open, and all he saw was a crowd of villagers.
More than half of the villagers had already died, and the rest were dying, with weak breaths, sickly faces, and faint coughs from time to time.
They were already out of consciousness and did not notice Lin Lang's arrival at all.
Judging from the situation, most of them will die within one night.
Lin Lang frowned, stretched out his hand, and sucked one of the dead villagers to his side.
He took out a drop of the villager's blood, slowly placed it between his eyebrows, and closed his eyes slightly.
After a moment, Lin Lang opened his eyes and said secretly.
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