Chapter 241 Tomb

The old man held a long sword and walked towards Xu Ming step by step.

The old man still looked the same as he did in the cave, with disheveled hair and a hunched back, just like an ordinary homeless person.

But when the old man held the sword in his hand, it gave people an indescribable sense of appropriateness.

It seems that the old man should be holding this sword.

During this nearly one year of training, Xu Ming had met many sword cultivators, practiced with many sword cultivators, and killed many sword cultivators.

But Xu Ming had never seen such a swordsman before.

This reminded Xu Ming of many peerless masters, who seemed to be dressed like this.

These peerless masters are unruly and tattered in their clothing, but they are ruthless when it comes to fighting.

"The sword techniques you learned are a bit mixed. There is the Bingyang sword technique of the Wanjian Sect and the Qinghai sword technique of the Beihai. They are completely unrelated." The old man looked at Xu Ming and said slowly, "You are from the Central Plains, right? You are not a disciple of the Wanjian Sect. How could you learn these two different sword techniques?"

Xu Ming held the sword and bowed: "The Bingyang Sword Technique was passed down to me by a friend. My friend is currently practicing in the Wanjian Sect. As for the Qinghai Sword Technique, I really don't know its name. I only found it by chance in a relic."

Xu Ming did not say that it was his sister who taught him, although it would not matter if he said it. Could this old man go to the Wanjian Sect to complain, saying that his sister leaked the Wanjian Sect's swordsmanship?

But no matter what, it is better to be cautious and not let the old man know that he has a sister.

"Yeah." The old man nodded as if he believed Xu Ming's nonsense.

But in fact, the old man didn’t care at all about Xu Ming’s explanation.

"I didn't expect that I couldn't hide this from you, Senior." Xu Ming changed the subject, "Could it be that you are familiar with Beihai and Wanjian Sect?"

“Hehehe.”

The old man sneered a few times.

“I can’t say that I know Beihai and Wanjian Sect very well, I’ve only been to these two places and fought a few times.

And you sword cultivators, as soon as you stick your butts out, I know what you are going to fart. What kind of sword technique in the world have I not seen?

Moreover, you sword practitioners are so old-fashioned. Except for the little kid Jiang Luoyu 3,000 years ago, you all practice the old sword techniques without even thinking of improving them. You think that everything passed down by your ancestors is correct. It's simply ridiculous.

Regardless of swordsmanship, magic, or formations, etc., you must go beyond your own understanding. Otherwise, what is the time for? Is it for wasting it?"

The old man's eyes were like sharp swords, ready to cut Xu Ming in half: "And from what I see, you seem to have never received normal training in the way of the sword. You have never tempered your sword, nor have you learned how to use the sword. You haven't even taken a single step in the way of the sword.

I just don’t understand.

For someone like you, whose sword energy is so sharp and whose sword intention is so strong, could it be that you are really more talented than me?"

Xu Ming: “.”

The genius is not that genius.

This is entirely because my plug-in rewards me with some sword energy and sword intent from time to time, which is why I have reached this point today.

However, after listening to the old man's words, Xu Ming felt that he really could not continue to follow the unconventional path.

After I leave, I’ll see if I can go through a systematic practice.

“Forget it.” The old man waved his hand. “Time is running out. The leader of Tianxuan Sect is here. My clone can’t stop him outside the cave for long. Whether you can learn my sword or not depends on your luck.”

"Please give me some advice, senior." Xu Ming bowed.

The old man looked at the young man and stroked his beard, "This sword of mine is the result of my ten thousand years of practice, fighting with tens of thousands of sword practitioners, reading countless sword manuals, touching countless long swords, killing countless people, and beheading countless dragons. Finally, this sword is formed.

If this sword is swung, the heaven and earth can be split, the avenue can tremble, the gate of heaven can be opened, and the abyss of hell can be shattered. "

Xu Ming: “.”

Xu Ming really wanted to complain.

Xu Ming didn’t know whether this sword was really that powerful.

But if he was really that powerful, then why was this old man imprisoned in this place by the masters of the five major sects of the four holy places?

"Boy, I know what you are thinking about."

The old man looked at Xu Ming unhappily, even with a bit of arrogance of an old man.

“I almost comprehended this sword back then, but ended up being surrounded and suppressed by the five major sects of the four holy places. However, it was a blessing in disguise. I was imprisoned here for three thousand years, meditating with my eyes closed every day, and walking my own sword path again.

Finally, I figured it out.

Now let those old guys come to me and give me a try, and see if I can beat them to a pulp."

“.”

Although Xu Ming admired this old senior very much.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But Xu Ming still maintained a skeptical attitude.

"You kid, if you question yourself with that look again, I will let you die here!" The old man felt even more unhappy.

I was actually questioned by a junior? "Please forgive me, I didn't mean anything else."

Although Xu Ming did have other thoughts in his mind.

Then I have to say that I have no other intention.

No matter what, you have to give others a way out.

“Alright, alright.” The old man waved his hand. “I don’t care if you have any other intentions. Anyway, if you can’t learn this sword, you will die here.”

"Catch it."

The old man threw the sword in his hand to Xu Ming.

And when Xu Ming took the sword thrown by the old man, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Countless sword intentions flowed into Xu Ming's head! Xu Ming had a splitting headache and was even a little unsteady. His long sword was stuck in the ground, and his right hand holding the long sword was shaking constantly.

These sword intentions were constantly attacking his spiritual consciousness. Sweat kept dripping down Xu Ming's forehead, and blue veins popped out from the back of Xu Ming's hands and forehead.

Xu Ming felt as if tens of thousands of long swords were crushing his head.

Xu Ming even wanted to find a place to crash into his head and die! "If you can't even hold on, you won't be able to learn this sword. Just die here."

The old man walked forward and patted Xu Ming on the shoulder.

It was this slap from the old man that caused Xu Ming's body to sink heavily as if pressed down by a mountain.

One long sword after another was inserted into Xu Ming's side, layer after layer, surrounding Xu Ming inside and out.

It seems that Xu Ming has also become one of them.

It seems that this place is Xu Ming’s grave.

(End of this chapter)