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Chapter 383

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Jiguo's brother was born in a warrior family.

Jiguo Yan Sheng was the eldest son. Because of the strict requirements of his family and his father, he regarded himself as the heir of the family and developed a strong competitive spirit and self-esteem.

His dream was to become the strongest warrior of his time. He was also very talented, so his father and family placed high hopes on him.

Jiguo Yuanyi was the second son of Jiguo. Because in a warrior family, twins were an ominous symbol, and Yuan Yi was born with flame-like patterns on his face. This pattern was similar to a birthmark, which made him even more disliked by his father. He had always been treated coldly by his father and even had the experience of almost being killed by his father.

Therefore, Yuan Yi was unwilling to speak since he was young. He always had a wooden expression, so people didn't know what he was thinking.

At first, Jiguo Yan Sheng took good care of his younger brother because he felt that Yuan Yi was not valued by his father just because he was born a few minutes later than him. No matter what, he could only play by himself, which was very pitiful. Out of pity, he was willing to accept him.

Until the year when they were seven years old.

When the subordinate in charge of training Jiguo Yan Sheng saw that Yuan Yi often came to watch the training, he jokingly gave Yuan Yi a wooden sword and taught him a few swordsmanship chants, letting him try it out.

However, Jiguo Yuanyi, who had never practiced swordsmanship at all, defeated the adult swordsman's subordinate with only four swords. It was his first time wielding a sword.

Jiguo Yuanyi exposed unprecedented talent and ability.

That was the opportunity for Jiguo Yan Sheng to burn with jealousy.

He repeatedly asked Yuan Yi, and Yuan Yi gave him the answer that when facing the opponent's attack, as long as he could see the opponent's physiological signs, he could predict the opponent's movements and see through the opponent's weaknesses. It was not until a long time later that he understood that Yuan Yi was born with the highest realm of martial arts — the ability to see through the world.

Later, his father decided to send Yuan Yi to a temple. In that way, no one would know about Jiguo Yan's twin, so Jiguo Yan's reputation would not be tarnished.

Yan Sheng did not stop him, nor was he able to stop him. Perhaps he had selfish motives in his heart — because once Yuan Yi's talent was known by his father, his and Yuan Yi's positions would be reversed. Yuan Yi would become the successor of the country and would be valued by his father, while he would be reduced to the point of being no different from a servant. Even the person who would be sent to the temple to be a monk would be him.

He didn't want to fall into that situation, so he kept silent. When facing his father, he didn't talk about Yuan Yi's talent at all, as if he didn't know anything about it.

Since then, Yan Sheng had not seen Yuan Yi for more than ten years.

After Yan Sheng came of age, he became the head of the family. He married the daughter of a family of equal social status and had children with her. However, during one of his military campaigns, Yan Sheng encountered a ghost.

At that time, Yuan Yi, who had been away for ten years, appeared.

Moreover, with just one slash, he had killed the ghost that had wreaked havoc on the entire army and forced Yan Sheng to resign himself to death. He had displayed the perfection of swordsmanship that far surpassed Yan Sheng's.

Yan Sheng's jealousy, competitiveness, and self-esteem were all ignited at that moment. The dream of 'becoming the strongest warrior' that he had long abandoned was also picked up by him.

As a result, Yan Sheng abandoned his family, abandoned his wife and children, and joined the Ghost Killer Team. From Yuan Yi's self-created Breath of the Sun, he created an inferior version of Breath of the Moon. Even after diligently practicing and constantly honing his swordsmanship, he finally awakened the stripes.

After awakening the stripes, Yan Sheng finally regained his confidence. He believed that as long as he continued to work hard, he would be able to surpass Yuan Yi sooner or later.

Unfortunately, at that time, the swordsmen who had awakened the stripes died one after another. At that time, Yan Sheng finally knew that the swordsmen who had awakened the stripes would never live past the age of 25.

He was very unwilling.

Time was pressing. It was impossible for him to have time to hone his swordsmanship, and it was impossible for him to surpass Yuan Yi. He clearly saw hope, but did he have to surrender at the feet of life?

Yan Sheng fell into confusion. If he couldn't surpass Yuan Yi, then what was the point of him abandoning his wife and children to join the Ghost Killer Team?

The goal of his heart and his already short life, when these two kinds of obsessions were intertwined, Yan Sheng met Wu Po, moreover, he was seen through by him.

In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation and accepted Wu Hou's ghost blood.

As a result, the first and strongest first sword — — Black Mou was born.

… …

"Clang!"

The Ghost Blade, which was like a tree branch, intertwined with the two long swords. Sparks flew as the two swords collided. At the same time, an ear-piercing sound of metal clashing could be heard.

After his past was exposed by Ryuga, Black Mou didn't say anything. He raised the Ghost Blade in his hand and waved it wildly at Ryuga.

"Eighth Form — — Moon Dragon Tail!"

Mou Black Death waved his evolved Ghost Blade and launched a horizontal slash with a huge range. While his moves were extremely fast, the arc of the Sword Qi derived from his blade had also increased. The arc was now 10 meters long, and more than 20 circular wind blades were also derived from the Sword Qi.

First String Ghost Body, Stripes, Penetrating World, Terrifying Moon Breath.

In this state, it was not impossible to say that Black Mou's strength had reached the level of a first-class follower.

Even among all ghosts, he was an out-and-out monster. He had a strength that made people feel despair. It was not unreasonable to say that his strength was close to Wu Hou.

"Fifth Form — — Horizontal Train!"

Ryuga rotated with himself as the center, and then two huge flaming wheels appeared around him, one above and one below, blocking the Sword Qi of Black Mou. The two eliminated each other, and even the circular wind blades couldn't invade the Horizontal Train.

"Fifth Form — — Vertical Train!"

Ryuga's speed of waving his two swords was not slow at all. He waved the He Blade in his right hand and rotated it from top to bottom, making an identical train appear in front of him, and it quickly rushed in the direction of Black Mou.

At this point, Ryuga's Sword Skill was no longer limited to a certain Sword Skill. He was very good at using his Sword Skill. The Sword Skill that was originally used to attack could be used to defend, and the Sword Skill that was used to lock the enemy could also be used to attack.

"Tenth Form — — Face Piercing Slash — — Moon Ripple!"

Black Mou's counterattack was also extremely fast. He waved his blade, making two huge circular Sword Qi that crossed like a whirlpool and collided with the oncoming train.

"Boom!"

The Sword Qi and the Sword Qi collided with each other, causing the stone floor within ten meters to instantly crack and burst into pieces of stone.

"Third Form — — Soul of Rice!"

However, Ryuga was a Dual Swordsman. The moment he waved his Vertical Train, he used the momentum of the rotation to instantly slash out five irregular Sword Qi like lightning, leaving a series of long sword marks on the ground. At the same time, the Sword Qi also shot towards Black Mou like lightning.

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