Dead?
In the face of this fact, not only was Yan Shisan dumbfounded, but even Chi Tong was dumbfounded. She had seen Yan Shisan challenge the so-called number one swordsman in the world with the determination to die, but she did not expect that he was already dead.
Didn't that mean that they could not fight?
Yan Shisan was obviously very disappointed. After he left Deity Sword Villa, he threw his sword into the lake on the boat on Green Water Lake. Obviously, he had given up on martial arts because he had lost his opponent.
"That's it?"
Chi Tong frowned slightly and asked in a low voice when he saw the lonely figure leave on the boat. However, Fangzheng shook his head.
"Of course not. Let's continue watching."
As he spoke, Fangzheng snapped his fingers.
In the next moment, the scene changed. Very soon, the two of them appeared on a wooden boat floating in the river. A hunchbacked old man was sitting on the wooden boat. He held a short knife in his hand and was focused on sharpening a wooden sword. Chi Tong could tell that he was Yan Shisan with a single glance. However, compared to before, he was now an old man who could collapse at any time.
The old man was very patient as he sharpened the wooden sword in his hand. Then, he clenched the wooden sword tightly and slowly stood up.
At this moment, the old man's hunchbacked body suddenly straightened. He was like an unsheathed longsword that revealed its sharpness once again!
He raised his wooden sword and lightly thrust it forward.
It was the Fatal Thirteen Swords.
Contrary to its name, the Fatal Thirteen Swords did not look "deadly" at all. It looked like flowing water or a cool breeze. Chi Tong felt as though he was standing on a grassland, enjoying the cool breeze as he gazed at the river in front of him. He felt as though he was standing on a grassland, enjoying the breeze as he gazed at the river in front of him.
Then, Yan Shisan stabbed out for the 13th time.
At this moment, everything seemed to have changed.
It was as if the originally dazzling sun was instantly covered by dark clouds, and the entire land was shrouded in darkness. The originally cool breeze turned into a cold wind that could cut through one's skin, causing one to tremble with fear. Even Chi Tong gritted his teeth and forced himself to continue to stare at his opponent's sword technique.
The only thing she was glad about was that Yan Shisan's sword technique wasn't directed at her. Otherwise, Chi Tong wouldn't be able to guarantee that she wouldn't be able to withstand the thirteen swords.
However, this was not the end.
After stabbing out for the 13th time, the momentum of Yan Shisan's sword suddenly slowed down. Then, he stabbed out for the 14th time.
This sword seemed to pierce through the thick clouds, allowing the sun to shine on the grassland once again.
However, it wasn't the kind of warm sunlight, but a bloody sunset. Under the scarlet sunlight, the entire prairie looked like it had just experienced a life-and-death battle. Corpses were everywhere, and the place was filled with an extremely terrifying aura of death.
Chi Tong held his breath.
In her memories, she'd faintly heard that Yan Shisan's Fatal Thirteen Swords actually concealed the 14th form of variation, and it was the true killer move. In fact, even if Chi Tong was mentally prepared, this attack still caused her to tremble. Fortunately, both of them were just watching from afar. Otherwise, Chi Tong would have probably lost all reason if she was pointed at by this attack.
However, this attack had come to an end. It was like the blood red setting sun had sunk into the horizon, and it represented the end.
It was supposed to be like this.
However, right at this moment, the tip of Yan Shisan's sword suddenly started to tremble once more. In the next moment, the flames on the stove that the tip of his sword was pointing at were suddenly extinguished! Everything stopped at this moment. The mountains, the flowing water, time, and even the boat itself had fallen into an absolute stop!
Because they were about to die!
Only absolute death could destroy everything. It was just like how the sun couldn't avoid setting and brought darkness to the entire world. The flow of water dried up, the changes were endless, and all things perished. This was the ultimate meaning of the Fatal Thirteen Swords. The fifteenth move was the true "Fatal Strike".
At this moment, Chi Tong could no longer bear it. She felt her body turn cold, and her blood stopped flowing. Even her heartbeat started to slow down. It was as if she had been seriously injured and was about to die. Right now, she did not have the slightest resistance in the face of death. She could only wait in despair for the moment to come.
However …
"Pa!"
Suddenly, the wooden sword broke.
Chi Tong, who was on the brink of death, suddenly began to move again. It was as if she had just survived a disaster. Chi Tong fell to her knees and gasped for breath. She looked as if she had just been rescued from the water and was one step away from drowning.
"This, this is the Fatal Thirteen Swords?"
After a while, Chi Tong recovered and asked in a low voice.
"That's right, this is the Fatal Thirteen Swords."
Fangzheng nodded and looked at Chi Tong.
"Do you understand now? This is not something that your Cursed Blade Murasame can compare to. "
"…"
Chi Tong was speechless. As Fangzheng said, the Teigu Murasame she held would only be effective if it hit the enemy. But this Fatal Thirteen Swords was different. Chi Tong could be sure that as long as the fifteenth sword was waved, someone would definitely die. Either you die, or I die.
Because with the birth of this sword, death had been released.
And no one could resist death!
No one!
Even the imperial general Esdeath couldn't do it!
There was no need to pay attention to whether this sword could kill people, because when this sword appeared, someone had already died!
It was so simple. When this sword was born, someone would definitely die.
There was no need to go through the entire process.
When this sword was used, there was no doubt that one would die!
But it was still a little short.
"The wooden sword is broken."
Chi Tong's face was pale, she slowly stood up and looked at the wooden sword in the old man's hand.
"Yes, that is a wooden sword after all, it can't bear the power of death."
Fangzheng nodded and then raised his hand.
"But it doesn't matter."
Speaking of this, Fangzheng snapped his fingers again.
The scene turned into a maple forest. Yan Shisan in black walked out of it. The sword in his hand was replaced by the one he used before. Chi Tong also noticed that there was a man standing opposite Yan Shisan. The sword in his hand was also very familiar to Chi Tong. She and Yan Shisan had seen this sword together.
"Who is this man?"
Chi Tong asked in a low voice, while Fangzheng just looked at this scene indifferently.
"That is Emerald Cloud Peak, Greenwater Lake, Deity Sword Villa's third young master, the world's first sword Xie Xiaofeng."
"Isn't he dead?"
At this moment, Chi Tong finally couldn't suppress her surprise anymore and looked at Fangzheng. She just saw Xie Xiaofeng's coffin from Yan Shisan's memory, and because of Xie Xiaofeng's death, Yan Shisan threw away his sword. So now, what is going on?
"Because he is not dead, his heart is dead, but he is not dead."
"… I don't understand."
"You don't need to understand either. This is all pretentious, but this is not important anymore."
Fangzheng put his hands behind his back and looked at the scene before him.
"The important thing is that this moment has finally come."
"…"
Chi Tong didn't say anything else. She shut her mouth and stared at the scene before her. Just as Fangzheng had said, it was not important why the man named Xie Xiaofeng had chosen to fake his death or why he had appeared here. What was important was that after so many years, Yan Shisan had finally found the opponent he had wanted to challenge back then. The battle that had been delayed for decades was about to begin.
The two of them walked side by side in the maple forest and attacked at the same time.
Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship was also very powerful, but Chi Tong just stared at Yan Shisan. She wanted to see what would happen when the 15th sword of the complete Thirteen Deadly Swords was unleashed.
The 11th sword, the 12th sword, the 13th sword … Finally, Yan Shisan used the 14th transformation of the Thirteen Deadly Swords.
For ordinary people, the 14th sword alone was enough to be fatal.
However, his opponent was the number one swordsman in the world, Xie Xiaofeng.
The sword that stabbed out like a venomous snake was pinned down by Xie Xiaofeng. At this moment, it seemed like everything was over. It was like the final scene of a play. All that was left was for the curtain to fall and the performance would be over.
However, at this moment, the sword that was pinned down started to tremble.
At this moment, everything changed.
The leaves that were fluttering in the sky all scattered and stopped in the air. At this moment, apart from the sword, there was no longer a trace of life in the world. Even Xie Xiaofeng felt the same way. The sharp blade in his hand that was originally like a swimming dragon seemed to have turned into a dead snake. It no longer had a trace of life.
The world was dead, his sword was dead, and he would die next.
This was the 15th sword!
Xie Xiaofeng revealed a terrified expression when he saw this sword. Even if he was the invincible Xie Xiaofeng, even if he was a supreme swordsman at the peak, he was only left with fear in the face of death!
Next, as long as this sword stabbed out, Xie Xiaofeng would definitely die!
However, a strange scene occurred.
Just when Chi Tong thought that the outcome of the battle had been decided, Yan Shisan suddenly revealed a fear that was even deeper than Xie Xiaofeng's. Then, he suddenly turned the blade around and slashed at his own throat.
Then, Yan Shisan fell backward to the ground.
"… Wh … Why?!"
At this moment, Chi Tong could no longer suppress the shock and surprise in her heart. She grabbed Fangzheng.
"Why did he kill himself? He's obviously the one who won! "
"That's right, he won."
Fangzheng nodded.
"If the person standing here was the Yan Shisan who challenged Xie Xiaofeng a few years ago, then he would have won. Unfortunately, he's already old, so old that he can't control this sword. "
"But … He could have killed Xie Xiaofeng too, right? Why did he kill himself? "
Chi Tong didn't understand at all. She stood there blankly and looked at Yan Shisan's corpse. She couldn't understand why this had happened.
"Because he saved Xie Xiaofeng's life. When you save someone, it's very difficult to kill them. Hmm … Perhaps you still don't understand this. "
Looking at Chi Tong's puzzled expression, Fangzheng chuckled.
"That's the truth. He couldn't kill Xie Xiaofeng, but he couldn't control the 15th sword either. So, he only had one choice … and that was to kill himself."
At this point, Fangzheng looked at Chi Tong again.
"Now you understand, Chi Tong. The 15th sword isn't perfect. Yan Shisan used the 15th sword, but he couldn't control it, so his only choice was to kill himself.
If you want to inherit his swordsmanship, then you have to be prepared to control the 15th sword — or be controlled by the 15th sword. "
This was the price of mastering death.
As night fell, the maple forest gradually disappeared. Fangzheng stood there and looked at Chi Tong.
"Chi Tong, what's your choice?"
"…"
Hearing Fangzheng's question, Chi Tong was silent for a long time before she raised her head.
"I've decided."
She stared at Fangzheng and said. Hearing Chi Tong's answer, Fangzheng smiled.
"Very well, it seems that you've made your choice."
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