"Are you sure you don't need me to teach you a move?”
Rashu looked at Sauron with a smile. The sword intent that came from his heart when he held the sword had been completely withdrawn into his body.
If he wanted to be recognized by this little fellow, how could he not release his strength a little?
Sauron, who was sitting opposite Rashu, felt the sword intent that erupted from Rashu's body. His entire face instantly turned pale.
He had roamed the East China Sea for so many years and had seen many swordsmen, many of whom were at the level of Sword Heroes.
However, no one had ever been able to use such a terrifying sword intent like Rashu.
Sauron, who had been a sword hero for several years, could understand how terrifying the sword intent that made him feel cold was.
Since Sauron was already like this, there was no need to mention the others in the tavern.
Everyone did not even dare to breathe loudly, afraid that they would anger the Great Sword Hero in front of them.
The few guys who had been jeering earlier shrunk to the side in fear, hoping that this seemingly harmless old man would not hold a grudge.
At the same time, he was also regretting why he had to talk so fast.
Who would have thought that an ordinary old man like you would be so terrifying?!
"What's wrong? You haven't thought about it yet?"
Rashu asked with a smile as he looked at Sauron, whose face was gradually recovering but was still panting heavily.
Seeing that Sauron still had no reaction, Rashu smiled.
He knew very well how Sauron felt.
Sauron was now like a miner who was working hard to dig for gold.
With his many years of hard work, the gold he had dug up in the East Sea was almost unparalleled.
But now, an old man suddenly appeared and inadvertently showed him the terrifying wealth in his pocket. Could Solon withstand it?
The terrifying sword intent that Rashu displayed almost shattered Sauron's worldview.
He had never thought that a person's sword intent could be cultivated to such a terrifying level.
Solon still needed some time to digest it.
Furthermore, it wasn't just that sword intent. What also shocked Sauron was that the old man in front of him could make his Dao Yi characters fly into his opponent's hand with a casual move.
Could it be that when one's sword arts attainments reached a certain level, they could still control weapons with their minds?
However, the Primordial Dao Character was clearly his weapon, a weapon that he had used for more than ten years!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. As expected of Kazufuru Kazufuru, one of the 21 great swords. It feels much better than this small broken sword I picked up.”
Rashu shifted his gaze to the words on his hand. He put down the wine jug and wiped it with his fingers.
Clang!
The originally plain and unadorned three-foot-long sword instantly became as clear as water, and the cold light increased greatly!
This appearance was not inferior to any of the 12 Supreme Fast Sabers.
How was this possible?
Sauron and Deski were both shocked.
At this moment, in their eyes, the Dao Yi Character was like a living thing and not just a weapon.
How did he do it?
Rashu, on the other hand, had a calm expression as he softly muttered.
"Let's go back."
Rashu gently released his hand, and the blade of the Dao Yi Character let out a reluctant hum before slowly flying back into the scabbard of the Dao Yi Character.
Putting the blade back into its sheath, Sauron immediately picked up the Dao Yi character and pulled it out three inches.
But at this moment, the Dao Yi character had already returned to its original simple and unadorned appearance, no longer revealing any sharpness.
"Senior, you…how did you do this?!”
Sauron put the Dao Yi Character back into the scabbard, suppressed the shock in his heart, and could not help but ask.
"Hehe, little fellow, if you know this question now, it will affect your heart. I advise you not to know the answer.”
Actually, the answer was very simple. When a person's swordsmanship reached a certain level, they could be acknowledged by all the swords (sabers) in the world.
In other words, when one's sword technique reached the peak mastery realm, one could make the world's famous swords (sabers) share the same master!
However, this was still too far away for the current Sauron.
If one wanted to become the strongest swordsman, one had to take one step at a time.
Not everyone was like him, who could reach the heavens in a single step.
He was the main character of the system.
After a short silence, Sauron took a deep breath and slowly put down the words of the Dao Yi. He said,""Senior, I understand."
Seeing Sauron's expression, Rashu smiled, picked up the wine pot, and took a sip. He chuckled and said,""Young man, eat first. Don't be in a hurry to answer my previous question. Before I leave the tavern, all the conditions I mentioned will be effective.”
After Rashu finished speaking, he stood up and was about to leave.
However, just as he turned around, his gaze turned to the door. He narrowed his eyes and brought the pipe to his mouth. He took a puff and slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke.
"Oh? An interesting fellow has arrived."
Just as he finished speaking.
Creak...
The sound of the door being pushed open resounded throughout the quiet tavern.
As the door was pushed open, a man in a black trench coat with a huge black knife on his back walked into the tavern.
After he walked in, the temperature in the tavern, which was not high to begin with, dropped by another 30%.
"Why…why is there another one…"
The customers in the tavern wanted to cry but had no tears.
The moment he saw this person, Sauron's entire body stiffened. His body could not help but tremble as he gritted his teeth and said word by word.
"The world's greatest sword master…Hawkeye…Mihawk!”
She finally saw that man!
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