Bai Xiu was a perfectionist.
He didn't like things that weren't perfect.
For example, a shirt with a small hole in it, a pimple on his face, a fruit tree that only blossomed but didn't bear fruit, a road that didn't have an end — these were all things that were hard for him to accept.
He liked to read, and he read a lot of books. But he still felt that he didn't read enough, and that he didn't read enough. So he was still reading, reading more and more books, and reading more and more books.
On his way back, he encountered two people fighting, and because of a black-robed man, he had a piece of his flesh cut off. This was very imperfect for him.
He needed perfection, and he needed to make his heart feel smooth and his thoughts clear.
So, he decided to kill the black-robed man.
Bai Xiu held the long sword in his hand, and walked towards the black-robed man step by step.
He looked very relaxed, as if he was going to kill a chicken or a rabbit.
With a leap, he floated up into the air.
The long sword in his hand was raised high above his head, and he slashed at the black-robed man's head.
Whoosh —
The soft sword was infused with qi, and the sword let out a sound like a dragon's roar.
The long sword swung, and its momentum was majestic.
The black-robed man didn't dare to take it head-on. His black robe shook, and a poisonous white smoke sprayed out to conceal himself. At the same time, he retreated.
Bai Xiu held his breath, and his body changed directions in the air, avoiding the attack of the white smoke. Like a roc spreading its wings, he chased after the black-robed man at an even faster speed.
Still holding the long sword high, he slashed at the black-robed man's head again.
It looked like this guy had obsessive-compulsive disorder. If he said he wanted to slash someone's head, he would do it. He couldn't stab the chest, couldn't chop off an arm, and couldn't stab an eye. He had to split the head in half.
The black-robed man was still retreating. The tip of his foot touched the ground, and his body was already flying backward.
The black robe fluttered in the wind, like a gliding bat with its wings spread.
Whoosh whoosh!
The long sword in Bai Xiu's hand swung twice in the air, and after using the force of the sword to adjust his posture, he once again slashed at the black-robed man's head.
The first spurt of energy, the second decline, and the third exhaustion.
After three consecutive strikes, he should have lost his will to fight. However, Bai Xiu was completely unaffected by this kind of common sense. Each sword strike was fiercer than the one before, and each sword strike was drier than the one before, and each sword strike was faster than the one before.
The Thousand Leaves Army's sword was a dangerous move. Every strike was tricky and dangerous. Every strike was unexpected. Every strike was like a clap of thunder.
Bai Xiu's sword was upright and upright, radiating boundless light. Nothing fancy, nothing complicated, nothing strange, and nothing showy. A straight stab or a high slash would increase the pressure on the opponent, making it difficult for them to parry.
A heavy sword without a sharp edge, great skill without skill. Bai Xiu's swordsmanship had already reached a higher level, and he could be said to be a master of his generation.
His body was like a swimming dragon, and his sword was like a rainbow. He went straight for the black-robed man.
The black-robed man couldn't dodge in time. Just as the sword was about to strike his head, the robe on his body suddenly puffed up.
Black Robe took the initiative to greet Bai Xiu's longsword, blocking Bai Xiu's line of sight.
Hiss —
The longsword struck the black robe, splitting it in half.
The black-robed man used the black robe to use the golden silkworm shedding its carapace. While the black robe was holding Bai Xiu back, he had already pounced on Bai Xiu from the side.
He wore a copper claw on his right hand. The surface of the claw was dark blue. It was obvious that it had been soaked in venom for many years.
The claw reached for Bai Xiu's back, determined to tear a piece of flesh from his body.
Bai Xiu had just split open the black robe. He was at the moment when he had used up all his strength. Whether it was changing his move or turning around, it was extremely difficult.
Bai Xiu did not change his move.
He still maintained the posture of holding the sword with both hands and slashing down.
The black-robed man's speed increased. The copper claw in his hand was already about to touch the flesh on Bai Xiu's neck.
A sinister smile appeared on his face. His only eye was also filled with the joy of victory.
He knew the power of his ghostly claw. As long as it touched Bai Xiu's skin, his body would rot and he would die.
Closer!
A little closer!
Life and death were only a thin line away.
Bai Xiu's body was falling, and the black-robed man's body was also falling.
Plop!
Bai Xiu and the black-robed man landed on the snowy ground at the same time. Their shoes made crunching sounds as they stepped on the deep snow.
Bai Xiu maintained the posture of holding the sword, his back facing the black-robed man.
The black-robed man stood behind Bai Xiu, pain and confusion in his eyes.
How could this be?
How could this be?
He had clearly won. The ghostly claw in his hand was about to tear off a piece of flesh from his neck — — as long as his ghostly claw touched his body, he would be able to tear off a piece of flesh from his neck. Then, that piece of flesh would rapidly rot. His flesh, meridians, bones, hair, his entire body would rot into a puddle of mud.
Swish!
Bai Xiu pulled out the longsword in his hand.
He held a longsword in his right hand. He used that sword to split open the black-robed man's black robe.
He also held a longsword in his right hand. When the black-robed man lunged at him from behind, he used this longsword to stab through the black-robed man's abdomen.
Bai Xiu had two swords, two flexible swords.
He purposely showed his back to the black-robed man, pretending that he couldn't turn around or change his moves. He lured the black-robed man to attack him, and then ended the battle in one fell swoop.
Whether it was the timing, acting, or ruthlessness, they were all impeccable.
Bai Xiu pulled the longsword away. Just as the black-robed man's abdomen was about to spurt blood, Bai Xiu kicked out and sent the black-robed man flying.
Bai Xiu didn't like to be stained with blood.
Puchi — —
The black-robed man's body fell to the ground, then slid on the ice until he hit a hard object.
"Shifu — —" The current Snake Lord saw that his Master was injured and hurriedly rushed in his direction.
The current Snake Lord wanted to help the black-robed man up, but the black-robed man waved his hand to stop him.
"Master, how are your injuries?" The current Snake Lord worriedly looked at the black-robed man and asked. "I'll heal you — —"
"Do you still remember the first time you were bitten by a snake?" The black-robed man looked at his disciple with a gentle smile. That ugly face had a touch of kindness to it, and it actually looked more pleasing to the eye. A person's appearance was born from their heart. If they didn't have any evil thoughts in their heart, a person's appearance would naturally give others a good impression.
"I remember," the current Snake Lord said. He and his sister followed the black-robed man back. In a run-down courtyard, he saw so many snakes for the first time. There were snakes crawling on the ground, standing on the walls, coiling on the trees, and even the wooden door was covered with snakes — — the door didn't have a lock, and this kind of courtyard didn't need a lock. No one dared to walk into a snake's nest.
He and his sister were terrified. When they turned around to run, a green-eyed snake fell on his head. He was about to open his mouth to scream, but the green-eyed snake bit his lips.
That was the first time he was bitten by a snake. From then on, he formed a lifelong bond with these cute and cold animals.
"Before I brought you back, I didn't want you to raise snakes with me — — I wanted you to stay at my place for one night and send you away the next day — — do you still remember how you reacted after being bitten by a snake? You grabbed the snake and held it in your hand, carefully looking at it — — your eyes looked at it curiously, and it also looked at you curiously. At that time, I knew that you were the same kind of person as us "the black-robed man recounted the past that had already been buried in the river of memories.
"That's why I kept you here. I taught you how to raise snakes, how to get close to snakes, how to control snakes, and how to fight snakes — — you were naturally close to those snakes, and those snakes never rejected you. You performed very well, and in many ways, you were even better than me as a teacher "
"But, he found us and asked me to work for them, to become his snake slave — — if I didn't agree, he would kill all of us — — including you and your sister. I agreed, dug out my own snake's eye and gave it to him, turning myself into a mindless killer "the black-robed man chuckled and said:" Isn't this what we're good at? "
"These years, I've killed many people and done many evil deeds. I'm tired and annoyed — — when will it end? If I kill one, there will be another; if I kill one day, there will be another. As long as I don't die, I will continue to kill, continue to commit evil deeds. Most importantly, I don't know who I will kill next, good or bad, men or women, even the elderly and children — — I don't know them, and they don't know me. I've killed so many that I've become numb "
"Teacher, who is it? Who are they? Who are you a snake slave? Who came to find you? "
"They also didn't come to find you?" The black-robed man spoke with a sorrowful voice: "This is the nightmare of us Snake Lords, a punishment — — we have harmed many people, so there will be even more vicious people to punish us. They used your and your sister's lives to force me to work for them, then when you grew up, they used your sister's life to force you to work for them — — as long as our Snake Lord bloodline continues, they will have generations after generations of snake slaves to work for them. We can't resist, we will become their puppets for generations "
"Teacher — —"
The black-robed man gestured for his disciple to take off the demonic claw on his hand and dip his finger in the blood of the wound on his abdomen. Then, he placed the blood-stained finger on his disciple's forehead and released an S-shaped snake symbol.
The black-robed man grabbed his disciple's hand and spoke with a solemn voice: "I pass the title of Snake Lord to my disciple Muyi — — to worship the spirit of the Snake God, to love the people of our race"
"May the Heavenly God protect our race, to live and die with dignity, to be free for generations to come. Flesh does not rot, snake blood boils "
There was a record of the Snake Lord in the 《Hundred Lives Classics》: Born in Xiangxi, the King of Snakes. The flame of inheritance is passed on, the old dies and the new rises.
At this point, the current Snake Lord was officially crowned.
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