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The sword was in his hand!
Countless Sword Light disappeared. Mister White's thoughts gradually drifted back. The sounds around him became clear, and he realized where he was.
He was in danger.
Villagers were being slaughtered by bandits, lying in pools of blood.
Now was not the time for him to think about that feeling.
The sword was trembling slightly. It was not out of fear, but an excitement that made Mister White feel strange yet familiar at the same time.
Sword!
Sword!
Sword!
A voice kept ringing in his heart, calling out to him over and over again.
Subconsciously, Mister White followed the call in his heart and waved his right hand. He waved the sword in his hand casually and without any aura.
It looked very slow, very simple, and very ordinary. It was completely ignored.
However, when that sword was swung out, a bandit who was about to raise his large blade to kill a villager trembled all over, as if he was frozen in place. In the next breath, a blood-red line appeared on his neck, and he fell backwards like a pillar that had toppled a golden mountain.
It was so clear and obvious that it instantly attracted everyone's attention.
"Who is it?" The bearded man was furious. He had lost a good fighter in a small village. Moreover, it had happened when the only warrior in the village had been severely injured and could not fight back. This was no different from slapping him hard in the face.
His ferocious gaze swept over, as if he was a bloodthirsty demonic beast that wanted to devour someone.
Finally, everyone's gaze landed on Mister White, who was holding a long sword.
The bearded man and the others were confused. This white-haired man in a white robe did not have any strong Qi Blood waves. He looked like a normal person, and he was sickly. He was even worse than a normal person.
Moreover, he was standing so far away. It could not have been him.
However, the bearded man did not care. It did not matter who had attacked. Everyone here had to die, especially the white-haired man he had his eyes on.
"You, come out and die." The bearded man's eyes were red. He pointed his sword at Mister White.
Mister White stepped forward as if he was really going to die.
"Mister White, don't go." Lin Yun and Lin Ming quickly grabbed his sleeves. They did not know that the bandit just now was killed by Mr Bai.
However, when they stretched out their hands, they missed. The sleeves of the white robe slid down from their hands as if they were smeared with oil.
It was like a white cloud in the sky, drifting by as it pleased. It seemed to be moving slowly, but it seemed to be moving forward rapidly. There was an indescribable calmness and elegance to it.
"I heard that there's a Mr. Bai in this village who's very capable. You're probably the one I'm talking about. You're so sickly, what kind of ability can you possibly have?" The bearded man grinned maliciously. He clenched his left fist tightly, and a hair-raising cracking sound could be heard.
Mister White did not respond. His expression was calm.
"Little ones, capture him for me." The bearded man shouted.
"Yes, Third Bandit Chief," the dozen or so bandits shouted in unison. They rushed towards Mister White like a pack of wolves.
The villagers, especially the siblings Lin Yun and Lin Ming, were extremely anxious. Lin Ming even rushed over to save Mister White.
They saw Mister White's right hand move. He slowly raised it. Everyone could see his movements clearly. He raised his right hand and held his sword. He drew an arc in front of him. The swing of his sword was so simple, so simple that it was crude.
However, with such a simple swing, the dozen or so bandits seemed to be frozen in place. They did not move at all. In the next breath, a blood-red line appeared on each of their necks. They fell to the ground at the same time. However, their faces were filled with serenity and joy. It was as if they had seen something beautiful.
"It's you …" The bearded man was extremely shocked. In the next breath, the power of a high-level Martial Master completely exploded. A terrifying force of 60,000 Jin was added to that swing of his sword. It was enough to split a mountain.
However, after that tyrannical and suffocating swing of his sword, Mister White did not dodge. Instead, he swung his sword.
He swung his sword casually as if he was drawing or writing. That swing of his sword was like cutting through a piece of white paper. It disappeared into nothingness. It was like a cool breeze blowing past, like a white cloud floating in the sky. It was so leisurely and contented. However, it contained an unparalleled fatal danger.
The bearded man finally understood how the dozen or so bandits felt when they died.
There was no fear. There was only a kind of serenity. It was as if they were quietly waiting for death. He saw many beautiful scenes. It was too beautiful to take in all of them.
Immediately, the moment the sword cut across his neck, he suddenly felt a wave of fear from the bottom of his heart. What kind of sword could make people feel this way? How could they face death so calmly?
However, just as that trace of fear appeared in his eyes and on his face, he was already dead. There was only a kind of joy and serenity left in his eyes and on his face.
Everyone was dumbfounded, especially Yang Ying, who was seriously injured.
It was hard to imagine that Mister White, who had lived in Xiao Yun Village for more than a year and did not even have the strength to truss a chicken, was actually an expert swordsman.
"Is he a general?" Yang Ying could not help guessing. However, he immediately refuted his own guess. He had seen a general fight before. It was true that he could kill a martial arts master with one move. However, it was usually very powerful. Mister White only swung his sword casually without any aura. It was as simple as eating or drinking. It was as casual as taking a stroll or chatting. However, he could make a powerful martial arts master die peacefully and joyfully.
Thinking about it, Yang Ying felt his hair stand on end.
Even a general would not be able to do this.
"Is he an expert who has surpassed the general level?"
Yang Ying did not know what was above the general level because his knowledge was limited.
"Thank you for your sword." In a daze, Yang Ying turned the sword around and handed the hilt to Mister White.
"Mister White, I can't hold on any longer. This sword is better in your hands," Yang Ying said weakly.
"Mister White, please save Uncle Yang," the young man who was still alive begged.
Mister White had no choice. Except for the sword, he was powerless. Even though he could cure Yang Ying, he needed medicine. Yang Ying was not sick. He was injured. It was the kind of injury that could kill him in a short time.
"If I had the ability I had in the past, I might be able to cure him."
A thought came to Mister White's mind. Mister White was stunned. Why did he have such a thought?
Was he really a great person in the past?
Thinking about it, it made sense. He seemed to know everything. He accidentally discovered that he could be so good with a sword. It was normal that he used to be so good.
But what was he like in the past?
He could not think about it. His mind was blank.
Maybe if he continued to walk with a sword, he would be able to regain his memories.
Mister White could not save Yang Ying. Yang Ying could not hold on any longer. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he fell to the ground and died.
Xiao Yun Village was going to have a funeral.
This time, many people died under the bandits' knives. There were more than 40 corpses. They were simply wrapped in straw and lined up. Including Yang Ying's body, everyone in the village cried until their eyes turned red.
Standing next to them, Mister White did not know what to feel.
Perhaps in the past, he had already gotten used to the parting of life and death.
But for some reason, deep in his heart, there was a slight throbbing.
After the funeral, Mister White found the most prestigious person in the village. At the same time, he was also the most knowledgeable person. Well, other than himself.
Those bandits were from White Cloud Village on White Cloud Mountain. They had many martial artists and committed all kinds of crimes. Floating Cloud City had sent an army to kill them, but White Cloud Village was in a dangerous place. It was easy to defend and difficult to attack. Moreover, there were many strong martial artists. Even if Floating Cloud City sent out a general, it could not do anything.
As for the strong martial artists above the general level, Floating Cloud City did not have any.
"White Cloud Village needs to be eliminated." Mister White made a decision. Ever since he started to hold a sword, he had the idea of leaving Xiao Yun Village. He wanted to go out and search for his memories.
To leave, he had to get rid of some future troubles. He was not sure about the future, but the nearest one was White Cloud Village.
If possible, he wanted to leave a glimmer of hope for Xiao Yun Village so that they could strive for self-improvement. Only by leaving would he feel more at ease.
Mister White found Lin Ming and asked him to lead the way to White Cloud Village.
Lin Ming was just an ordinary person. Although he was more powerful than his peers, he would still die if he wanted to climb White Cloud Mountain, which was full of monsters and dangers.
However, Mister White was confident that with the sword in his hand, he could protect the people around him even if the sky fell and the earth cracked.
Even a god would not be able to take his life.
On the other hand, Mister White also wanted to train Lin Ming and teach him how to use the sword.
As the person who came into contact with the most after coming to Xiao Yun Village, Mister White knew Lin Ming's character very well. He was a little impulsive, but he was very determined and persistent. He was suitable for practicing the sword.
Before holding a sword, Mister White did not have these thoughts at all.
Lin Ming agreed readily. Mister White had shocked him when he held a sword that day.
Lin Yun did not object. She watched them leave.
Even if he held a sword, Mister White could not change the fact that he was just an ordinary person. After walking for a while, he would need to rest. Otherwise, he would be very tired. On the other hand, although Lin Ming looked thin, he was actually very strong. He was much stronger than Mister White. Moreover, he was carrying a lot of food, flint, spices, and so on.
They walked and stopped all the way until they reached the foot of White Cloud Mountain.
During this time, they inevitably encountered some snakes, insects, and beasts. However, they were all killed by Mister White's sword. Lin Ming did not understand. Every time he saw Mister White swinging his sword, nothing could get close to him.
Therefore, Lin Ming ate a lot of good food along the way. For example, tiger meat and so on. Normally, it was very difficult to eat such food. In his memory, he only ate it once when he was young.
He raised his head and looked up. That was White Cloud Mountain. It would be even more difficult to climb the mountain. Moreover, they would encounter monsters that were more terrifying than beasts.
Thinking about it, Lin Ming did not feel afraid. Instead, he felt an indescribable excitement. He could not help but hold the wooden sword in his hand tightly. It was made by Mister White for him to learn how to use the sword.
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