[Martial Arts Talent Ranking #19: Yan Shisan]
[Identity: Jianghu Swordsman]
[Martial arts: Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords, Fourteen Swords, Fifteen Swords, Sixteen Swords!]
[Evaluation: Crazy for swords, the devil of swords.] Comprehending the meaning of death and living towards death, obtaining the power of the sword! He was one of the peak swordsmen in the world.
[Reward: A Life-Death Sword that can perfectly carry the Life-Death Sword Intent.]
When this list was released, the world was shocked.
Countless people in Jianghu thought of that proud figure.
The Thirteen Swords of Life Seized the Soul, and the blade broke through the Mysterious Blood.
Black robes and black robes were poisonous to the bone, and his soul scattered to the Yellow Springs to see his true face.
Yan Shisan's deadly Thirteen Swords had killed many swordsmen.
Everyone knew that he was seriously ill and no one was willing to risk their lives with him.
He had thought that Yan Shisan's bone poison had broken out and he had died in the Netherworld.
He didn't expect that he was still alive and had created another three swords!
" Thirteen Life-Taking Swords, Yan Thirteen..."
Countless people in the martial world thought to themselves.
The descendants and seniors of the swordsmen began to search for Yan Shisan.
A good sword had a fatal attraction to swordsmen, not to mention those who wanted to take revenge.
At this moment, Yan Shisan also heard the voice of the Heavenly Dao.
Bitter Sea Town, Hundred Flowers Forest.
A swordsman without a sword lies in front of a grave.
Yan Shisan had abandoned his sword. He had come here two years ago and had been a tomb keeper ever since.
If Xie Xiaofeng was obsessed with the sword, then the will of his palm was sword intent.
Yan Shisan was obsessed with death and loneliness.
Bone poison, loneliness, this is God's will.
Black, loneliness, darkness, death, these were his concepts!
In his hands, the sword was reduced to a mere tool.
How could a sword be reversed when a man held a sword?
"Is it on the rankings? I wonder if that person can reach the top…"
Yan Shisan looked at his evaluation on the Heaven Roll and suddenly recalled the past.
Once upon a time, there was a person called Yan Qi and Yan Wu.
Yan Shisan felt that he was stronger than all of them combined, so he called himself Yan Shisan.
For more than ten years, he sharpened his sword and killed people.
At first, he had a lingering fear in his heart, but he became used to it.
He was dressed in a black robe and was filled with the aura of death.
No one dared to get close to him in his entire life, which was exactly what he meant by loneliness.
Yan Shisan was born with bone poison and had been lonely since childhood.
The pain that penetrated the bones crushed the human nature, and the sound of ghosts crying did not enter his ears.
Relying on his innate " advantage ", he created the Life-Taking Thirteen Swords when he was young and defeated all the swordsmen in the world!
However, the pain of the bone poison was heart-wrenching.
This poison seeped deep into the bone marrow, and there was no cure in the world. It was a terminal illness.
The day the sword was drawn was the day it was destroyed.
In the following years, Yan Shisan traveled all over the world. From killing people, he comprehended the true meaning of death.
Fourteen swords completed!
A few years later, the bone poison erupted and entered his skin and bone marrow.
Yan Shisan was also like a ghost. His face was bloodless and black threads were spreading out.
At the last moment of his life, he drew his sword and slashed towards the sky, slashing out the sword that symbolized death-the fifteenth sword!
In an instant, the day turned into night.
Petals withered, green grass withered, giant trees toppled, and all living things died.
Yan Shisan had also exhausted his last bit of energy. He returned to the Hundred Flowers Forest and laid down in the prepared grave.
He did not want this sword that represented death to remain in the world. He was already on the verge of death, and it was a blessing to be buried in this Hundred Flower Forest.
Yan Thirteen had no friends in his life, so no one sent him off.
From solitude, back to solitude.
But at this moment, a young voice startled him.
"The sword energy swept across 30,000 miles, and the sword light shone on 19 continents!”
An overwhelming sword will resonated with Yan Shisan, and the bone poison in his body was forced back by half!
However, when he thought of the fifteenth sword move he had displayed, Yan Shisan did not feel lucky. Instead, he wanted to kill himself.
However, just as he was about to attack, a flying sword stopped him.
"To live towards death. Death wasn't the end. The cycle of reincarnation and the changing of the four seasons could bring about life at the end of death.”
After that, the man left and took the Peach Blossom Wine that Yan Shisan had buried here.
"I'll give you some advice and take a jar of wine from you.”
He took a big gulp.”，Then, that person left.
Yan Shisan stood there in a daze, recalling the sword and the words he had said to the man.
He did not want to die anymore and immediately chased after that person.
"I still have good wine. As long as you tell me what sword technique you used, all the wine here will be yours.”
That person glanced at him lightly. His obsession with the sword and the will of death filled his eyes.
This was also a pitiful idiot!
"What I use is called the sword control technique.
As for that one of yours, it's just fancy. If it gets out, so be it. What's there to be afraid of?”
After that, the man left with the wine, and Yan Shisan fell into an epiphany.
Spring passed and autumn came. On a cold winter day, frogs, beasts and turtles rested.
Spring comes, wake up. Yan Thirteen also woke up.
After a year of comprehending the Dao, although he was skinny, the bone poison had subsided.
15 sword deaths, 16 sword lives!
Although he hadn't created the 16th sword, he still had some life force in his body, which formed a cycle with the deathly aura. He could be considered to have survived.
In the past year, he had searched the world but could not find that person. Thus, he returned to the Hundred Flowers Forest and lived a secluded life of comprehending the sword.
If it wasn't for the appearance of the Golden Roll, he didn't know how long he would have been immersed in it.
Just as Yan Thirteen recalled what happened, a sharp blade flew over from the sky.
That was the Life and Death Sword that the Heavenly Dao had rewarded him with.
When he arrived in Yan Shisan's hands, he also exposed his location.
When Yan Shisan caught the sword, his eyes turned sharp.
"It's time…"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword was drawn, and sixteen swords were born!
The sword bloomed. This was the sword of life!
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