At the border of Dragon Nation, at the peak of Tiger Subdue Mountain.
Two figures looked at each other in the clouds.
One of them wore a thin green robe and held a Green Peak Sword in his sleeve. He looked proud and indifferent as he looked forward.
The other person wore a black robe and held a black long sword that could absorb the clouds in the mountain. A red scabbard hung on his back.
"Ao Jian, I won!"
Blood dripped from the wrist of the green robe figure. The hand that held the sword loosened, and the Green Peak Sword fell to the ground.
"I accidentally killed your father during the battle with him. It's my fault. I understand your desire for revenge, but your talent in swordsmanship is still lacking compared to mine. Even if I give you another ten or twenty years, you will never be my match," the man in the black robe looked at Ao Jian and said with a complicated expression.
"Heaven … talent?" The man in the green robe's calm face gradually revealed a pained expression.
He thought of himself practicing swordsmanship hard for revenge, abandoning his wife and daughter, and being obsessed with swordsmanship. But in the end, it was all for naught.
Ao Jian's heart was filled with unwillingness. He raised his head again with a ferocious expression. He grabbed the Green Peak Sword in his hand and suddenly floated up.
"Again!"
Green lotus flowers bloomed on the peak, breaking through the clouds, and the sharp blades shot in all directions.
"Ao Jian, your heart of the sword is not stable. If you continue to fight, you will stray from the path of swordsmanship!"
As he spoke, the man in the black robe placed his sword horizontally in front of him. A huge sword shadow appeared and shrouded him. No matter how the sword aura outside moved, the inside was as stable as a mountain.
"Ah! Go to hell! "
At this moment, Ao Jian's eyes were red, and he had completely fallen into a state of madness. He kept waving his sword, and the demonic nature in his heart kept increasing.
"Bang!"
A crisp sound rang out. The sword aura on the peak collapsed as if it had lost its source. The Green Peak Sword also broke at this moment.
Ao Jian's figure fell to the ground with a thud and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Sigh … Ao Jian, although you are obsessed with swordsmanship, you have completely become a demon now. Repent and abandon your sword!"
Ao Jian did not reply this time. He just stared at the broken sword with dull eyes, as if his mind had been sucked out.
"Sigh …"
Wu Qing let out a long sigh once more. After sheathing the black sword, he turned around and left.
The clouds and mist on the peak of the mountain shrouded them once again. Ao Jian was still staring blankly at the long sword like a puppet that had lost its soul.
…
A year later, on the streets of the old town paved with bluestone, Ao Jian's figure reappeared in the drizzle.
His figure walked along the small path out of the town, treading on the muddy ground all the way up the mountain.
When he arrived at the top of the mountain, Ao Jian looked at the two tombstones that were leaning against each other and were almost covered by weeds from afar. He then turned around and left.
He was infatuated with the way of the sword, and the sword was his life. In order to practice the sword, he had lost far, far too much. Even though the death of his wife and daughter had caused him to be in so much pain that he wished he was dead, he had never regretted it.
Since he was born as a sword, he was given the name Proud Sword!
This was what his father had told him, and he had been working hard for it.
However, Ao Jian was completely lost at this moment.
His father had been accidentally killed in a battle with Wu Qing, but now, even though he had abandoned everything for the sake of swordsmanship, he was still no match for him.
He did not know where he should go next, nor did he know where to pursue the illusory Supreme Swordsmanship.
With confusion and dispiritedness, Ao Jian kept walking, walking, and walking, without direction or goal. He just wanted to find the Supreme Swordsmanship in his heart.
On this day, Ao Jian, who was disheveled and disheveled, leaned against the corner of the street with a dispirited look.
At this moment, two young men walked past him.
"Hey, did you know that yesterday, there was a fight between the Demolition Office and the Guardian Angel in the wild. There was a swordsman who played Battle Maniac who was invincible. His swordsmanship must be a super master in reality. I really want to be his disciple and learn swordsmanship …"
Upon hearing this, Ao Jian's cloudy eyes gradually lit up. He suddenly stood up, appeared in front of the young man who spoke, and reached out to grab his arm.
"A master of swordsmanship? Where is he! Tell me where he is! "
"Ah, you're hurting me." The young man's face was red from the pain, and he slapped Ao Jian's arm repeatedly.
"Tell me, where is the master of swordsmanship!"
"Battle Online, in the game, his name is Mu Jiuge …"
…
This was Ao Jian's first time touching virtual equipment. After clumsily putting on his clothes, he put on the virtual helmet and entered Battle Online.
Looking at the almost real world in front of him, Ao Jian was shocked.
He had lived in a remote ancient town since he was a child and was obsessed with swordsmanship. This was the first time he came across such high-tech equipment.
Fortunately, everything like character creation was guided by the game. Following the steps of control, he chose Battle Maniac who used a sword and officially started the game.
Ao Jian, who had reached the Nuance Realm in swordsmanship, had a deeper understanding of reality and illusion than other players. He even suspected that everything in front of him was real.
However, he only had one goal, and that was to find Mu Jiuge and learn from his swordsmanship.
He did not kill a single wild monster during the whole process. He just kept asking and searching.
After spending half a day, he finally met Mu Jiuge of the Demolition Guild.
"I want to challenge you!" This was the first sentence that Ao Jian said.
Looking at the level 0 above Ao Jian's head, Mu Jiuge smiled and shook his head, "Come back when your level is higher!"
"You don't dare? You don't deserve to practice swordsmanship! "Hearing Mu Jiuge's refusal, Ao Jian shook his head disappointedly and turned to leave.
Mu Jiuge was also a person who was obsessed with swordsmanship in reality. Hearing Ao Jian's words, he was furious.
"It's not up to you to decide whether I'm worthy or not. Arrogant and conceited. If you want to fight, then I'll fight with you!"
This time, Ao Jian smiled. He turned around and raised his original long sword.
Unlike other players, Mu Jiuge also bought a long sword in the shop instead of a large weapon such as a giant sword or an enlarged axe that could greatly increase the strength of a Battle Maniac.
Although there was a 26 level difference between them, Mu Jiuge was completely stunned when they started fighting.
The swordsmanship and body movement that Ao Jian displayed were not from any of the schools of swordsmanship that Mu Jiuge had encountered before. They were completely invisible, as if he was fighting with a sword, a sharp and murderous sword.
In just three rounds, Ao Jian's long sword had stabbed him more than ten times, but Mu Jiuge's sword did not touch Ao Jian even once.
If it were not for his high level, good attributes, and defensive armor, Mu Jiuge believed that he would have been defeated.
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