Broken Water hummed as if he was having a good time. The sword rose without leaving a trace, and the sword passed without leaving a trace. This sword was extremely ordinary, but it was the essence of the Sword Drawing Art.
The person who drew the sword would kill the moment it was drawn. He could kill all the enemies in the world and break all the laws in the world.
"Is my sword sharp?"
With his back facing the two grandmasters, he faced the wind and rain. He held his sword horizontally in his hand and flicked his finger.
The Broken Water Divine Weapon buzzed.
"Tsk!"
In the next moment, the curtain of rain on the long street was cut open, and the torrential rain broke from the sky more than ten feet high.
"It's good."
Wang Tianhe answered. The spear broke in the middle, and a bloody scar appeared between his eyebrows and extended to his chin.
"Bang!"
The two powerful auras of the grandmasters were destroyed, and the internal energy dissipated. Wang Tianhe fell on his back.
Zhang Wensheng followed closely behind and knelt on the ground, blood oozing out of his throat.
He had killed two grandmaster martial artists with a single strike. This was the advantage of the Sword Drawing Art.
The so-called Sword Drawing Technique was more like the Sword Nurturing Technique or the Human Sword Technique.
It would turn the swordsman into a peerless divine sword.
Even if he didn't use the divine weapon Broken Water, but a finger, he could still kill the two of them.
Martial force and sword force were at great success. Lin Xuan himself was the sharpest sword.
The Broken Water Sword left his hand and returned to its scabbard. He yawned and returned to the side of the stove, closing his eyes to rest.
The rainy night was long, and the wind rustled like the wails of evil ghosts.
The experts of the black and white sects who had gathered around the long street all dispersed and disappeared into the wind and rain.
soon
Tonight's deeds would spread throughout the entire Ming Dynasty and the entire Nine Provinces.
Killing people at night, killing heroes alone with a sword.
after tonight
Legends that belonged to Lin Xuan would definitely spread in the martial world.
The rain was still falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier. Countless broken limbs and pieces of flesh floated in the water on the long street.
The blood surged, and the thick smell of blood lingered.
This night would become a nightmare for many people in the martial world. For the rest of their lives, as long as they closed their eyes, they would remember this scene.
It was a true purgatory on earth.
The rooster crowed at dawn, and the sky was hazy. A hint of white appeared in the east, and the dark clouds that enveloped the ancient city of Kaifeng finally dispersed.
However, the bustling streets were sparse, and many shops were still closed. Outside the long street, the constables of the Kaifeng government yamen had been guarding for the entire night, but they did not dare to take half a step inside.
Lin Xuan woke up from his nap and opened his eyes. He looked at the gradually white sky and the rain gradually became lighter.
"Shopkeeper, bring the plaque up.”
He spoke, but he was a little tired. After a night of battle, he had killed many experts of the black and white path.
Moreover, the injury on his shoulder needed to be treated later. Lin Xuan planned to leave after leaving the ink treasure and find a place to rest and heal.
The innkeeper rushed out of the backyard excitedly, and behind him were two manservants carrying a five-foot square yellow rosewood plaque.
The manservant carried the wooden plaque and stood in front of him. The shopkeeper held the brush and ink and served him at the side."I'll have to trouble you to write."
Lin Xuan shook his head and said,"There's no need for ink.”
Under the puzzled gazes of the old shopkeeper and the two servants, he stretched out his right hand and formed a sword with two fingers. After pondering for a moment, he said,"How about we call it the Tower of Sword Cleansing?"
"Good name."
The joy in the shopkeeper's eyes could not be concealed.
Lin Xuan waved his sword fingers across the air as if he was holding a wolf's hair. Wood chips flew, and iron paintings and silver hooks jumped out.
A moment later, the words 'Tower of Sword Cleansing' appeared on the plaque. Ordinary people would only feel that these words were strong and powerful, like the edge of a sword.
When the martial artist saw it, he could sense the sword aura contained in these three words, like a peerless divine sword that had been unsheathed.
"Alright,"
He dispersed the sword finger and spoke.
The shopkeeper said excitedly," This old man will definitely polish this plaque day and night. Cherish it well and leave it for future generations to pass on as a family heirloom."”
After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands and another servant boy brought out a plate of silver from behind. It weighed a total of a thousand taels.
"This is a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it.”
Lin Xuan smiled and shook his head.”
When the old shopkeeper saw this, he didn't insist. He brought the servant boy to carefully carry the plaque back to the backyard.
This thing would be a golden signboard in the future and would be worth tens of thousands of gold. If he were to knock on it, he would definitely feel heartache.
Lin Xuan went to the backyard to wash his face and was about to leave the inn when something unexpected happened.
A large number of constables rushed over from the end of the street and surrounded the inn.
There were more than a hundred of them, and each of them was an elite constable. They carried a murderous aura and carried a saber at their waist.
However, these constables looked at him with deep respect.
The blood under his feet had not dried up yet. Even though he had dealt with Jianghu people for many years, he had never seen such a hell.
And all of this was done by the man in front of him.
Lin Xuan glanced at them indifferently, and all the constables subconsciously retreated.
Ignoring him, he carried the wooden box on his back, put on his bamboo hat, and walked toward the street.
The constables blocking in front of him all made way for him, not even daring to breathe loudly.
"Please stay for a moment."
A light whistle came from afar. A horse galloped past many constables.
The man jumped up from the horse and took two steps into the air. He crossed a distance of more than ten feet and landed in front of the inn.
Lin Xuan turned around and sized up this person.
He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He had a square face and a saber on his waist. He was wearing the official robe of the constable of Six Fan School.
However, the cuffs of his official robe were inlaid with gold thread.
He sized up this person, and this person was also sizing him up.
"What is it?"
Lin Xuan said,"The time for revenge has already passed.”
"I'm not here for revenge."
The person shook his head and waved his hand. The surrounding constables retreated into the distance.
"If it's not revenge, could it be that you're here to capture me?”
The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth curled up.
"Not really."
"I'm Iron Hand, one of the Four Great Arresters of the Six Fan School."”
After saying that, he threw out a waist token. He took it and took a look. There was a big seal of the Six Fan School on it.
With a shake of his hand, he threw the token back.
"Although the Six Fan School is hunting me, I don't remember having any interactions with you."”
"If there's nothing else, don't bother me.”
Iron Hand was not angry. He had an old-fashioned smile on his face as he said,"I'm here on my master's orders to invite you to join the Six Fan School.”
"Not interested."
Lin Xuan shook his head.
"Don't be anxious."
"I haven't finished yet, don't be in a hurry to refuse."”
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