Chapter 79 Yan Shisan's Sword

The sword intent subsided, and the backyard of the county government office fell into silence again.

Cao Feng looked at Yan Shisan quietly, feeling speechless.

I really want to say: "Stop flattering yourself!"

To take such a rough sword attack, even a telepathic move is required.

Cao Feng secretly shook his head, threw the Bone Poison Sword away, and sighed: "You disappoint me so much!"

There was no longer any will to fight.

In Cao Feng's opinion, Yan Shisan at this moment was not just at a low level.

His understanding of the Thirteen Deadly Swords is extremely superficial.

I don’t know how the other party has come to this day. He has only learned a few basic things, but has not been killed yet.

I can only say that the Thirteen Deadly Swords live up to their reputation!
Cao Feng was not good at swordsmanship and had never learned the Thirteen Deadly Swords.

But all martial arts in the world lead to the same goal; they just express themselves in different ways.

Cao Feng could tell from his experience that the move of Flowing Light was by no means as simple as the one used by Yan Shisan.

This move is indeed a fast sword move.

But 'fast' is just the basics, the essence is 'hidden'!
Appearing and disappearing without leaving any trace is the mystery behind the fleeting time.

Only when the enemy cannot catch any trace of the sword can the true power be exerted. The word "flowing light" is also a kind of confusion.

Unlike Yan Shisan, when he draws the sword, not only is the movement obvious, but there is also sword intent on the sword.

Such a simple attack can only threaten a true master unless it is fast enough.

Otherwise, you can only bully the rookies.

……

Cao Feng, who had lost interest in Yan Shisan, was unwilling to waste any more time.

I wanted to subdue it, get some rewards and leave.

However, when he saw the determination hidden beneath the coldness in her eyes, he changed his mind temporarily.

After Cao Feng pondered for a moment, he raised his finger and pointed out a flash of sword light.

Uh-huh! ~
The blade light was like a faint firefly, swaying, but its speed was incredibly fast, and it flashed past Yan Shisan's cheek.

Yan Shisan seemed to be unaware of anything and still had a dead look on his face, staring at Cao Feng.

Until the blade hit the wall and a roar broke out.

He was shocked all over and turned around suddenly to look in disbelief.

When Yan Shisan turned around and looked at Cao Feng again, there was no longer any coldness in his eyes.

Yes, it's just unbelievable.

And... a hint of enlightenment.

Children can be taught!

Cao Feng nodded secretly.

At the same time, I can't help but wonder, how did Yan Shisan, who was cold to the bone, tired of killing but had to kill, become a peerless swordsman?
Could it be that... someone had given him some guidance and brought him back from the wrong path?

Otherwise, with Yan Shisan's stubborn character, he would probably go further and further down the wrong path and would never be able to master the essence of the Thirteen Deadly Swords in his entire life.

Not to mention, he met Xie Xiaofeng, under whose guidance he created the fourteenth and fifteenth swords.

Some things, if you choose the wrong path from the beginning.

Then, no matter how hard you try, it will be difficult to reach the end!

……

"No, I am not wrong. It's because your skills are too deep and your swordsmanship is too exquisite that I couldn't react when you struck the sword!"

Yan Shisan suddenly roared loudly, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

"The Thirteen Deadly Swords are a unique skill passed down by our Yan family. It is impossible for an outsider like you to have learned it. How can you possibly understand its essence after only seeing it once?"

"You just want to destroy my swordsmanship!"

With each roar, Yan Shisan's expression became more and more crazy.

at the same time.

Three black lines quietly emerged, appearing between his eyebrows and under his eye sockets, with signs of extending downwards.

Buzz! ~
The Bone Poison Sword trembled slightly, as if responding to Yan Shisan.

"Obsessed?"

Cao Feng's eyes darkened slightly, with a hint of coldness in them. He never expected that Yan Shisan, who had high expectations for him, would be so fragile.

If this is the case, it is better to kill it as soon as possible rather than letting it cause trouble to others!

As if sensing Cao Feng's murderous intention, Yan Shisan suddenly jumped up and shouted, "You dare to mess with my sword, you evil thief, die!"

"Humph!"

Cao Feng snorted coldly, and a terrifying sword intent swept out.

Just as he was about to kill, Yan Shisan, who was attacking him, suddenly stopped.

The madness in his eyes quickly faded away, and he regained some clarity. The Bone Poison Sword also stopped vibrating at this time.

"Ok?"

Cao Feng raised his eyebrows and looked at the Bone Poison Sword with some uncertainty.

"Demon Sword..."

He suddenly remembered that the bone poison was called the magic sword.

This is because it is a spiritual weapon.

The bone poison will continue to seduce, making the user addicted to its power, and eventually lose their mind and become a corpse that only knows how to kill.

That is, its 'sword slave'.

Cao Feng treated this exaggerated statement as a joke and never took it to heart.

Weapons are weapons.

No matter how sharp it is, it is just a dead object. How can it have spirituality?
There are no immortal cultivators in this world.

However, Yan Shisan's abnormal behavior made him begin to doubt.

Could it be that the Bone Poison Sword... really has spirituality?
With a bit of curiosity, Cao Feng grabbed the Bone Poison Sword in the air.

Afterwards, he used the sunflower acupoint-pressing technique to make Yan Shisan shut up, and at the same time did not forget to give Xu Rushi another finger.

After making sure that no one would disturb him, Cao Feng began to study the Bone Poison Sword carefully.

But he soon discovered that the Bone Poison Sword had no other special features except that it was sharper and had seven gems inlaid on the sword, making it different from ordinary weapons.

It was not until he used his mental power to investigate that he finally found a clue.

“Evil spirit…”

Cao Feng looked thoughtful.

The Bone Poison Sword contains wisps of evil spirit.

Not much, but extremely rich, all hidden under the seven gems.

These evil spirits must be caused by too much killing.

It's not really a strange thing.

Similar weapons will more or less retain some evil spirit.

Those powerful armies used this to gather their killing power.

Even a great master who has reached great perfection has to temporarily avoid the limelight, only a grand master can ignore it.

"Hmm? Killing power? I see!"

Cao Feng smiled suddenly, raised his hand to untie the acupoints for Yan Shisan, and threw the Bone Poison Sword over.

The so-called magical weapons are nothing but the remaining will and momentum of the strong.

There is a chance that it will be born by chance, but it will not be too strong.

For example, the Bone Poison Sword in front of you.

The murderous intent created by that bit of evil spirit is only in the realm of "intention", and can only disturb weaklings with weak wills or insufficient strength.

When encountering a strong person who has concentrated his will into a powerful force, a single thought is enough to shatter him.

And someone with a strong swordsmanship like Cao Feng can easily wipe it out.

"Divine weapons have spirits and choose their masters. To put it bluntly, it just depends on whether one's own 'intention' matches that of the weapon."

"If they are not the same, and you still force yourself to hold on, you will naturally be bitten back!"

"Since you have figured out the basics of sword intent, you should be able to understand what I mean."

Cao Feng looked at Yan Shisan and spoke slowly.

"That's how it is with you and the Bone Poison Sword!"

(End of this chapter)