At dusk, the wind picked up, and the red leaves filled the sky.
On the road from Copper Hill to Chang Lin, a man and a horse galloped past.
The man on the horse was about forty years old. His hair was unkempt, and his clothes were tattered. There was a long sword hanging from his waist.
The horse was an inferior horse, and the sword was a nameless sword.
But the man on the horse was a legendary swordsman.
Xie San's eyes were tired. His messy hair fluttered in the wind, and it spoke of his undisguised dejection.
But suddenly, he pulled the reins, and his tired eyes became as sharp as an eagle's.
Because Xie San saw someone else.
In the wind, a swordsman in white stood tall. He was the first person in Chang Lin Town to know that Xie San had passed Copper Hill.
"Lin Chang?" Xie San recognized the person before him. It was Lin Chang, the Azure Blade of the Six Flowery Blades.
"Long time no see, Xie San," Lin Chang said darkly. His voice was cold, and his eyes were filled with condescension. At this moment, he was like a completely different person from the heroic and righteous hero who spoke loudly in the inn.
Xie San did not say anything and stepped down from the horse. He held the reins and turned the horse around. He patted the horse's back, and the horse trotted toward Copper Hill.
The autumn wind blew. At that moment, it was as if there were only two people and two swords left in the world.
The surroundings were shrouded in a murderous aura. Lin Chang's intention was clear.
"The last time I saw you, I knew that the Azure Blade was a sword hidden in a box," Xie San said darkly. "You hid your strength and bided your time."
"Is that so? Then why … do I still not see any fear in your eyes? "Lin Chang asked.
"Because even if you show your true strength, you are still no match for me," Xie San replied calmly.
"Hahaha …" Lin Chang laughed, but there was no mirth in his eyes. Instead, they were twisted. "Xie San, you disappoint me." When he said that, he threw his sword to the ground and stood with his hands behind his back. "Do you think a second-rate swordsman like you can see through my kung fu?"
If a third person were to hear this conversation, they would most likely think that Lin Chang had gone berserk during cultivation, causing him to lose his mind. If Xie San was considered a "second-rate" swordsman, then 90% of the masters in the martial arts world could only be considered "unrated".
Wouldn't the Jianghu become a huge joke?
"Lin Chang, it seems like you've gone mad." Xie San was as calm as ever, unmoved.
A person who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts would not be easily shaken. Compared to words, he believed more in his years of hard work.
In every era, a peak expert like Xie San would always be lonely. That was because he couldn't find an opponent. He couldn't find someone who truly understood him.
In Xie San's eyes, the only person in the martial world who could understand him was Ye Cheng. Other than the Sword God, no one else could reach the same level as him. Therefore, no one else could make him waver. Even if there were ten Lin Changs standing here today, it would still be the same.
"You'll soon understand that I'm very sober." Lin Chang replied. He paused before continuing. "You came to Chang Lin to duel with the Sword God." He scoffed coldly. "But Ye Cheng's swordsmanship is like child's play before me. He doesn't deserve the title of Sword God …" At this point, Lin Chang's murderous intent rose. Instantly, the falling leaves in the sky were unable to get close to him. "If there is anyone who deserves the title of Sword God in this world … it should be me, Lin Chang!"
Xie San shook his head. "Nonsense from a madman."
Before he finished, he pulled out the sword, and his attack was as fast as lightning. Before the scabbard landed on the ground, many shadows filled the sky like thousands of swords floating in the air.
The Nameless Sword left its scabbard, and the aura of the sword swept through the air.
Lin Chang scoffed with condescension.
Once the sword left its scabbard, there would be blood.
Xie San showed no mercy. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Lin Chang and slit his throat.
Lin Chang raised his right hand, and two of his fingers reached out to guard his neck. At that moment, his calmness caused Xie San to feel a chill run down his spine.
His heart was still, and his breath was still. Lin Chang casually flicked his finger and deflected the Nameless Sword's blade.
Xie San felt a wave of internal energy rush toward his right arm like a tiger, and the sword in his hand almost slipped from his grasp. He quickly channeled his internal energy to stabilize his lower body and stop the momentum. Then, using the momentum, he spun his body around and dodged to the side.
"You!" Xie San was shocked and speechless. That short exchange was enough to shatter his self-esteem and the common sense that he had built up over the years.
"Humph … I haven't even used my sword, and you're already so afraid … Hahaha …" At that moment, there was an indescribable layer of darkness on Lin Chang's face.
"What kind of demonic kung fu do you practice?" Xie San's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his heart was filled with shock.
Based on his personal experience, Lin Chang's casual flick of his finger just now felt like the power of a full-powered palm strike from an expert who had focused on cultivating his inner strength for more than fifty years.
"The dusk is thick with evil, and the fallen leaves are red like sunset." As Lin Chang recited, he reached out and caught a red leaf that was blown away by the wind between his fingers. "Do you know, Xie San?" He lowered his head to look at the red leaf. "Once upon a time, I was as narrow-minded as you people." He laughed coldly. "I thought the kung fu of the One Family, Two Towers, Three Sects, and Four Clans could be considered top-notch kung fu; I thought swordsmen like you and Ye Cheng were the best of the best; I thought with my talent, I would never be able to catch up to you. Hahaha … I was wrong. "As he finished, his hand brushed the leaf away, drawing a trail of red in the air.
Instantly, a wound appeared on Xie San's left rib, and blood sprayed out.
"No matter how good you are, there will always be someone better than you. You are absolutely right. " Lin Chang didn't even look at Xie San. "Even I didn't expect that I would be able to obtain this long-lost … 'real ultimate kung fu'." He smiled. "When I first mastered the kung fu, I understood what kind of crude kung fu you people were practicing. Ye family's swordsmanship, Thousand Sunset Kung Fu, Octagon's Heart, Shaolin's seventy-two ultimate skills … You are all so stupid that you will mislead your students! "
Blood was trickling down Xie San's lips. Even though he was still standing, he could not move anymore.
Lin Chang took slow steps toward him. "You want to find Ye Chengyi to prove your swordsmanship, right? Haha … "He chuckled darkly." Don't worry, you won't break your promise. He is waiting for you in hell … "
Xie San's eyes widened, and he stared at Lin Chang with shock. "You …" He was instantly reminded of what Lin Chang had said earlier. "Ye Chengyi's swordsmanship is like child's play before me."
"Haha … Looks like you have understood. Indeed, Ye Cheng has been killed by me. He will not come." Lin Chang continued to smile smugly as he raised his hand. "Just let him be, Nameless Sword!"
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