The Legend Of Swordsman
04

Jian Wushuang came to the courtyard where she had been practicing swordsmanship with Jian Meng'er every day.

Normally, Jian Meng'er had already waited here, but today, after Jian Wushuang arrived at the courtyard, she did not see him in their usual place. There was only Jian Lan, wearing a black robe. He stood with his hands behind his back and waited for him quietly.

Jian Wushuang had a bad feeling.

"Uncle Lan," Jian Wushuang called out to him as usual.

"You here? "Jian Lan turned around. His gentle and ordinary face turned completely into a cold and distant face. “You must have heard everything. Today the Mansion Master appointed Meng'er as the new Sword Pavilion Master. After the Battle of the Marquis Token, a succession ceremony would be held. By the way, the token representing the current status of the Sword Pavilion Master is with you. ”

Jian Wushuang was shocked.

The token representing the Sword Pavilion Master was the most powerful sword in the Sword Marquis Mansion, the Triple-kill Sword!

It had been brought back by a man, trusted by his father, not long after he disappeared. In the past four years, the sword had always been kept by him. It was the Long Sword on his back.

"Submit! "Say Jian Lan.

Jian Wushuang's body and heart trembled. Looking at Jian Lan, he gritted his teeth furiously and said in a low voice, "I want to see Meng'er! ”

"Meng'er, what status does he have? Do you think you can meet anyone you want? '' Said Jian Lan while sneering.

"Unless I see it, I won't hand it over" Jian Wushuang said defiantly.

Even at this moment, he still had hope deep in his heart that all of this was Jian Lan's idea and that Jian Meng'er was forced into it …

“How dare you! '' Shouted Jian Lan. He's getting angry.

"Dad. "A beautiful girl dressed in white came out of the house slowly, Jian Meng'er.

"Meng. '' Jian Wushuang turned excitedly towards him. That glance shattered his last hope. He noticed that Jian Meng'er's eyes were cold and cruel.

Jian Wushuang suddenly realized that Jian Meng'er was not forced.

“You lied to me? '' Jian Wushuang asked, looking at him.

"Lied to you? No . "Jian Meng'er shook her head," I never promised you anything. Even though you taught me swordsmanship as I asked, I never forced you to. That deal. You instructed me and I to accompany you for four years. That's fair! ”

"just deal? '' Jian Wushuang asked again with a weak smile. "You should know that the Three-Times Killing Sword was returned by a man trusted by my father. Maybe that's the only clue to finding him! ”

"I know . '' Jian Meng'er nodded.

"You also know that my greatest hope in life is to replace my father and take over the Sword Pavilion with the Triple-kill Sword in hand one day, right? '' Jian Wushuang continued to ask.

"Yes nih . '' Jian Meng'er nodded again, However, it is only a dream for you. That will never materialize. After all, you are a trash who is incapable of cultivating Spiritual Strength. ”

"Junk? '' Jian Wushuang could not stop laughing at herself.

It was still this morning, that he had developed a Heavenly Creation Skill and ended up condensing Spiritual Strength. He had become a true warrior now. He can't wait to share this with her. Who would have thought he thought he was trash all the time? A pitiful person who could not cultivate Spiritual Strength?

"Jian Wushuang, many things have happened. There is no need to bargain for this endlessly. It will only make you look weaker. If you are not at peace with what you have suffered, you can challenge me fairly. In this world, power gives you power and rights. People use you when you are weak. Who can you blame for that? '' Jian Meng'er said indifferently.

"So so? Because I'm too weak? '' Jian Wushuang said with a faint smile. However, the smile on his face was very sad, “So, I was always stupid! ”

“Ha-ha, stupid! I'm so stupid! ”

“I am the biggest fool in the world! ”

Jian Wushuang roared as if she was crazy.

Jian Lan and Jian Meng'er stood nearby and looked at him calmly without mercy in their eyes.

What he said was a brutal truth.

In this world, people survive according to the laws of the jungle.

Jian Wushuang laughed sadly. But in the meantime, his brain seemed to have been struck by thousands of lightning simultaneously. His face was crooked and his eyes were complicated, at first disbelieving, then shocked, and finally angry, almost to the point of going crazy.

A few seconds later, Jian Wushuang suddenly stopped laughing. When he looked up again, his eyes calmed down.

Jian Lan and Jian Meng'er noticed the change. They were so astonished.

However, they did not see the radical change that Jian Wushuang had experienced in her heart in such a short period of time.

Jian Wushuang who was originally innocent and simple-minded had left. Instead, the man who remained seemed to have undergone decades of change in life.

After taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang looked back at Jian Meng'er. The look was very cold and not at all soft. Jian Meng'er could not help feeling cold under his intense gaze.

These eyes, how cold they are!

Like a viper chasing its prey.

"Jian Meng'er, you're right. Only the weak pray for mercy. Experts prove themselves by force. So ... "Jian Wushuang said in a cold voice. He pulled the Triple-kill Sword from his back, lifting it up.

SHUA!

The sharp edge of the sword scratched the bloody wound on Jian Wushuang's palm. Such pain, he looked at Jian Meng'er and said,

"In two months, during the Battle of Sword Marquis Token, the day when you will succeed the position of Sword Pavilion Master in public, I will challenge you! ”

"I swear I will let you all know that the Sword Pavilion .. forever belongs to the Sword Pavilion. It belongs to my father, it belongs to me. There was no way anyone else would have a hand in it! ”

"I will kill everyone who tries to cross the line! ”

Blood flowed along his arm slowly and dripped onto the ground. His words sounded loud and strong.

"A Triple-kill Sword? Huh ... "Seeing the sword in his hand, Jian Wushuang sneered and said," You want it? You're here! ”

Jian Wushuang threw the Triple-kill Sword towards Jian Meng'er, then she turned around and directly walked out. At that moment, before he left the courtyard, Jian Wushuang stopped and said coldly,

"I'll see you in two months! ”

Wearing a slight frown and seeing Jian Wushuang's departure and loneliness return in astonishment, Jian Meng'er suddenly felt that the Triple-kill Sword in his hand was extremely heavy …

"Huh! Trash that cannot even condense Spiritual Strength wants to challenge you in two months. He must be kidding. It would be better for him to become a true Warrior within two months. '' Standing nearby Jian Lan laughed in disdain.

Hearing this, Jian Meng'er relaxed his furrowed brows.

Absolutely right! He was still a trash who could not condense Spiritual Strength. How dare he fight with me in two months?

This is an absolute joke!