As if in response to everyone's expectations, the Golden Roll changed again.
Yan Shisan stepped into the Divine Sword Mountain Villa alone to challenge that era. However, he happened to encounter Xie Xiaofeng and the Northern Sword Sect's duel.
That day, Yan Thirteen gave up on challenging Xie Xiaofeng.
On the basis of the Thirteen Lethal Swords, Yan Shisan finally created the Fourteen Lethal Swords, and the even more terrifying fifteenth sword.
This sword was the pinnacle of Yan Shisan's swordsmanship. It was a transformation of the Death Divine Ability of the Poisonous Dragon. Once this sword was unleashed, it would stop everything and destroy all life.
Therefore, the sword was too overbearing. Yan Shisan knew that he would be possessed by the Poison Dragon Sword Intent if he used it. After he created it, he never used it again.
He entered the Dao at the age of 13, and the middle-aged man achieved great success in his swordsmanship. He came to the Divine Sword Mountain Villa again to fight with the world's number one swordsman, but he only learned that the other party was dead.
Yan Shisan carved a cross on the boat that led to the Divine Sword Villa. He then threw the sword that had been with him for twenty years and had killed countless people into the lake.
After practicing swordsmanship for decades, Xie Xiaofeng's name had been engraved into Yan Thirteen's soul and had become his inner demon.
Xie Xiaofeng couldn't die in his hands. Yan Thirteen's body was on the verge of breaking down under the torture of the inner demon.
Many years later, when Yan Thirteen, who had broken through to the Master Realm, heard the news that Xie Xiaofeng was still alive, the battle of fate would finally begin.
"Young Master! Young Master!"
The door of the tomb was suddenly opened, and a red-faced child rushed into his tomb.
Yan Thirteen's eyes flashed with coldness.
"What is it?"
Being stared at by Yan Shisan, Xiao Tong stood rooted to the ground. Cold sweat broke out on his back. A trace of fear flashed through his heart. He had overstepped his boundaries in his haste.
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Tong mustered up his courage and stammered,"Golden…Golden Roll! Master is on the Golden Roll!"
"Get lost."
Yan Shisan said coldly. Xiao Tong did not dare to stay any longer and fled the tomb.
Crow was speechless when she saw Yan Thirteen's unfriendly expression. She explained with a smile,"
"Big brother, I don't think he would dare to disturb you unless it's something important. I'll go out and take a look.”
Yan Thirteen did not answer. Crow slowly walked out of the tomb.
A moment later, Crow used her fastest movement technique to rush back to the tomb.
Yan Thirteen's eyes were hurting from the long-awaited light. After getting used to the light, a hint of horror flashed across his eyes.
The golden light scattered on his body, and the pain in his body seemed to have dissipated a lot.
Yan Thirteen straightened his back and looked up at the direction where Crow was pointing at. He was shocked to see his own figure.
A familiar feeling assaulted Yan Thirteen's senses. His mouth twitched a little, but he did not say anything.
In the Red Maple Forest, Yan Shisan had already shown signs of being possessed by the poisonous dragon. Under his withered fringe were his eyes that were constantly emitting a dangerous aura.
The setting sun was as red as blood, and the maple forest was as red as jade. A swordsman slowly stepped into the forest.
Looking at the swordsman's face, Yan Shisan was so excited that his body trembled.
"Xie Xiaofeng!"
They were both sword geniuses, but under the arrangement of their families, they walked on completely different paths.
If Xie Xiaofeng represented light, then Yan Thirteen represented darkness.
Like fate, the two peerless swordsmen finally met.
At this moment, all their identities were stripped away. In this world, there were only two swordsmen.
Ye Gucheng gripped his sword tightly. The two of them just stood there, and the soaring sword essence shot out uncontrollably.
The crowd from Qixia Town also widened their eyes and stared at the Golden Roll. They wanted to know who would win.
Anyone could tell that today, a sword was destined to lose its master forever.
"I didn't expect that you would consume the Secret Burning Blood Medicine to suppress your injuries. No matter who wins or loses today, you will die."
After a moment of silence, Xie Xiaofeng spoke.
"Because you are worth it!"
Yan Thirteen sounded relieved and happy.
"In that case, let's fight!"
"Fight!"
The white and black shadows clashed in the blink of an eye, and the entire Red Maple Forest was destroyed by the sword qi that spread out.
The blade of the sword brought about a strong wind, guiding the maple leaves to dance in the air. It was like a sea of blood, and the blood-colored vortex engulfed the two of them.
The tea in Wang Ye's hand had already been emptied, but he did not refill it. He looked at the sky and slowly muttered in a voice that no one else could hear.
"Eleven, twelve, thirteen!"
Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan's foreheads were covered in sweat. The evenly matched battle made their blood boil!
The battle between the two of them stopped for a moment. The maple leaves that filled the sky could not hold on any longer and turned into powder that filled the sky.
The people who were so anxious that they wanted to close their eyes because they couldn't see the situation in the vortex heaved a sigh of relief.
"The 13 sword strikes have ended. You lost. I admit that you are an opponent that I will remember for the rest of my life.”
Xie Xiaofeng smiled from the bottom of his heart. It had been 20 years since he met an opponent who made him so serious.
Yan Shisan, on the other hand, was extremely quiet. His aura was constantly rising, and drops of sweat were dripping from his forehead and cheeks. The powder of the red maple kept climbing up the tip of his sword.
"Everyone in the martial world knows that the Yan family only has 13 deadly swords, so what if you try my 15 deadly swords?"
"Hahaha, there are still sword moves?"
"Then let me try your last sword!”
The red maple dust turned into Yan Thirteen's blade, and the invisible blade slashed toward Xie Xiaofeng.
A strong sense of danger rose in Xie Xiaofeng's heart. He could only mobilize his internal strength crazily and use all his strength to resist.
The two of them had already surpassed their limits and nature, and a sense of despair was constantly rising. Xie Xiaofeng's expression changed drastically.
" Sword, fifteen!!!"
As Yan Shisan roared, a huge black dragon swept out. At that moment, it was as if time had frozen.
The darkness drowned everything.
Xie Xiaofeng was dressed in white and became the only light spot in the world, resisting the erosion of darkness.
However, anyone could see the futility of this resistance.
The darkness gradually dissipated, and Xie Xiaofeng looked ahead in confusion.
A gorgeous bone sword had already pierced through Yan Thirteen's throat.
" What do you mean?!"
Xie Xiaofeng angrily threw his sword down and questioned Yan Thirteen.
The person in his arms pulled out a smile and took out a sword manual from his arms. He asked softly,"Do you remember it?"”
Everyone on the Heaven List fell silent. No one understood why Yan Shisan had given up the chance to become the number one swordsman in the world at the last moment. He had killed Xie Xiaofeng with that sword attack, but in the end, he had stabbed himself.
Yan Shisan, who was in Xie Xiaofeng's arms, slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, his eyes were so calm. At this moment, his eyes became so clear and empty.
After hugging Yan Shisan for a long time, a huge pit appeared under Xie Xiaofeng's sword. After carving Yan Shisan's grave on the boulder, Xie Xiaofeng actually cut off his thumbs.
Only a lonely back was left.
He had won this battle.
However, he lost forever.
……
"Big brother…"
Crow was confused and looked at Yan Thirteen nervously.
Yan Thirteen's eyes flashed with confusion, but then his face was filled with relief.
"The scene presented by the Heavenly Ranking coincidentally coincided with my thoughts. However, I did not expect that I would actually choose to commit suicide."
Shaking his head, Yan Shisan laughed at himself helplessly.
"Compared to dying of illness without any dignity, this ending is obviously much better. After all, only I can kill myself!”
At this moment, Yan Shisan's body became even more upright. If this was the future, it proved that Xie Xiaofeng was not the only one in the Tao of the sword.
And himself, Yan Thirteen!
A burst of wild laughter rang out in the courtyard.
……
"Although he cultivates an evil technique, he is still a true martial artist.”
In the True Martial Great Hall, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the Heaven List phenomenon and let out a long sigh.
"Master, please enlighten me."
Jade Face Meng Chang and Song Qingshu didn't understand why Perfected Zhang let out such a long sigh.
" Yan Shisan's swordsmanship has already surpassed Xie Xiaofeng's, but in the end, he chose to bury himself instead of keeping this extremely evil sword!”
"If he doesn't die, he will definitely become the Sword God in the future!”
"Compared to the Sword God Li Chungang from sixty years ago, the only thing he lacks is time!”
Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, the Wudang Seven Heroes looked at the Heaven Roll and could not help but feel a little respectful.
Since Master had said so, Yan Shisan might really be able to get the title of Sword God!
It was just a pity!
……
Northern Liang, Tide-listening Pavilion!
At this moment, below the Tide-listening Pavilion, a white-haired old man with a broken arm looked at the scene on the Golden Roll. A surge of hot blood surged from his heart!
Once upon a time, he was also an existence that made all sword users in the world tremble in fear!
But now, he could only live a dark life under the Tide-listening Pavilion!
"What a pity for such a good seedling. If he can survive, I'm willing to pass the Two-Sleeved Green Snake to him!”
"This kid is very much to my liking!”
Li Chungang looked at his armless sleeve and fell silent!
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Blinded by fanaticism, let justice be in your heart
At the moment he drew his sword, he chose to end his own life in order not to leave behind this sword technique that could only bring death.
Fatal Swallow Thirteen has been displayed. Now, the reward will be given out.
He was here!
Although there was still some confusion in his heart, the reward for the Golden Roll had already ignited the hearts of all the martial artists in the Nine Provinces.
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