Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 2

[Chapter 2 Invisible Kill]

Three times a month, twenty-seven in nine months.

Since living in seclusion in the White Pagoda in Houshan, Shen Zhenyi has faced twenty-seven different groups of assassins, and each group of assassins has become stronger and stronger. At that time ten days ago, the person who shot was already a first-class expert in the Nine Netherlands. This person has at least thirty years of hard work with a pair of fleshy palms. The power of splitting palms can be extended three feet away, and it is also enough to open a monument and crack a stone. He is definitely not an unknown person.

The identity of the assassin is about to be revealed, but it is not worth Shen Zhenyi’s time and effort to understand.

Because he was still sitting here well, while the killers all turned into nameless corpses, plunging from the cliff behind him into the sea.

Still no answer to the question.

Shen Zhenyi seemed to be muttering to himself: “From your sword intent, you have acquired the endless meaning of the third level of the swordsmanship of compassion and killing, that is, Zen Master Liuru didn’t step into the martial arts so early as you did back then. The seventh realm. As long as you restrain your mind and cultivate for ten years, you can compete with the heroes of the world.”

“If you turn around and leave now, I can pretend you haven’t been here.”

Shen Zhenyi paused for a moment, then sincerely advised: “You are not yet thirty years old, so you are really young. It would be a little pity to die here.”

There was a silent trembling in the darkness, and the stoic assassin could no longer keep his composure.

Every word of Shen Zhenyi was right.

His martial arts advancement, his age, and even his identity are all in front of the third son of Shen who is like a cripple.

The assassin had goosebumps all over his body, feeling as if he had been exposed in broad daylight, unable to keep any secrets.

The beast-like intuition told him that he should obey Shen Zhenyi’s advice, immediately turned around and fled, far away from the terrifying existence in front of him, and never set foot in Abandoned Sword Villa again. But rationality told him that no matter how strong the third son of Shen was, it was already in the past. A person whose meridians are completely cut off and cannot use his true qi cannot use even the most brilliant swordsmanship.

This is a lost opportunity!

Assassin’s ambition was burning wildly, and the burning pain from his soul made him unable to wait any longer. With a loud roar, he flew out from his hiding place, and with all his strength, stabbed Shen Zhenyi’s chest with a sword.

——This is the most powerful sword in his life.

Even the mountain peak will be split open by this sword that never returns!

Shen Zhenyi was unavoidable and did not intend to do anything. Instead, he patiently instructed like an elder pointing a younger generation: “This sword of yours has a bit of charm that turns reality into reality, but it’s just that the killing intent is still too heavy. It should be noted that the swordsmanship of compassion and killing is based on ‘unintentional killing’. If you want to ‘kill’, you have to keep your ‘intentional’ state all the time…”

The assassin couldn’t hear anything, all he could see was that the tip of the sword was about to move three feet into the body of Third Young Master Shen. As long as this sword can make merit, he can replace the third son of Shen as a living legend.

At this moment, he was blinded by his own ambitions, thinking only about the glory he deserved after he was done.

However, in the next second, a strange look appeared on the face of the assassin.

He watched in disbelief as the sword in his hand began to disintegrate, as fragile as the rotten leaves that had just broken.

This is a jaw-dropping spectacle.

With the assassin’s momentum, the long sword made of Bailian Steel was like a piece of soft tofu, evenly cut by an invisible sharp object. The incision was smooth as a mirror, and the blade trembled as it split in half, twisting and swinging like an ugly two-headed snake.

——The incision was from the tip of the sword to the ridge of the sword, and then to the hilt, and then to his palm, wrist, arm, and even his body.

laugh!

There was a soft rustling in the wind, and the assassin’s body cracked from the eyebrows, but surprisingly, not even a drop of blood was spilled. The two remnants of the body were not yet cast off, they passed by Shen Zhenyi’s body on both sides, and fell into the cliff of death like moths flying into the flames.

After a long time, there were two consecutive plopping sounds.

Spray splash.

The corpse fell into the deep sea.

Shen Zhenyi frowned slightly, lowered her head and brushed off the spring dust on her clothes. From beginning to end, he didn’t make any extra moves.

The young assassin was dead, and he never understood how he died.

After a long time, Shen Zhenyi picked up the tea cup and smelled it, and threw the tea together.

“It’s a pity that it caused bloody aura…”

“You’d better come a day later.”

With a bit of regret in his tone, he pushed the wheelchair down the mountain sideways.

Shen Zhenyi usually lives in the ivory white pagoda in the back mountain. He returned to the pagoda along the winding mountain road, and the two bronze doors at the bottom of the pagoda closed silently. The thick dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the appearance of the White Pagoda of Abandoned Sword Villa, which symbolized the light, became dark and unclear, as if it was about to dissolve in the dark night.

Everything is quiet.

***

Dead people don’t affect the weather.

The second day was an ordinary sunny day, the sun was rising, and the morning glow cast a golden light on the White Tower.

Shen Zhenyi arrived at the top of the mountain early in the morning. Of course, in the eyes of many people, it is just a fallen young genius in a lonely daze.

An iron sword was inserted into the hard blue stone at the highest point, and Shen Zhenyi once relied on his skills to overwhelm the world. However, it is not in the hands of the number one swordsman in the world, it is just a standard blue steel sword used by the disciples of Abandoned Sword Villa. Priced at one tael or seven in silver, it is wide in the front and narrow in the back, two feet two inches in length and three points in length. It is slightly shorter and thinner than the swords used by ordinary Jianghu people.

Due to the heavy humidity in the mountains, the sword already had dark brown spots of rust and no luster. The sword spikes were originally bright red, but faded to withered yellow after being exposed to the sun and rain.

Nine months ago, Shen Zhenyi inserted his sword deep into the slate, wrote the word “Sword Tomb” in hand, and dragged his disabled body to worship seriously.

The people in Abandoned Sword Villa were puzzled, and his father and brother also asked around the corner, but he just laughed and didn’t answer.

Every morning after that, after watching the sunrise, Shen Zhenyi would sweep this humble sword grave by the way.

Today is certainly no exception.

Shen Zhenyi burned two basins of paper money, sprinkled a glass of water and wine, and stared at Jian Zang for a long time.

When he raised his head, he noticed that the grass on the side swayed slightly.

Shen Zhenyi half-closed her eyes, and said casually, “The White Pagoda in Houshan is a forbidden area of Abandoned Sword Villa, and trespassers will be punished for three months. Why does Miss Chu always commit crimes knowingly?”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough for someone hiding in the grass to hear it clearly. Hearing a rustling sound, a 14- or 15-year-old girl in red came out, with dry grass on top of her head.

The girl in red had a somewhat embarrassed look on her face, but she wanted to show an air of indifference, her black and white eyes rolled around, and she couldn’t help but ask, “How do you know I’m here?”

Shen Zhenyi glanced at her and said leisurely, “If I were you, I would never hide in that unlucky place.”

Last night’s killer was exactly the same as the hidden location of this Miss Chu.

His corpse is now feeding fish on the bottom of the cliff.