The man took off his bamboo hat, revealing an ordinary face.
He is about forty years old, his face is sallow, and there are a few fine lines at the corners of his eyes.
"Xing Lieshan."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Xing Lieshan and said calmly, "Three years ago you were acting as a escort at Black Wind Ridge and killed four brothers in my village. I must have not forgotten it, right?"
Xing Lieshan looked solemn,
He held the nine-ring sword tightly, and the iron ring on the back of the sword swayed gently in the wind of the canyon, making a small sound of metal collision.
"Tu Lie."
He said solemnly, "Your four brothers robbed three of my escorts and killed seven of my escorts. This debt has been settled long ago."
Tu Lie did not answer the call.
His gaze crossed Xing Lieshan and landed on Jiang Fa.
Those dark yellow eyes scanned from top to bottom, stopped for a moment on the ghost-headed knife in Jiang Fa's hand, and then moved back to his face.
"Did you kill my second and third bosses?"
Jiang Fa didn't say anything, just held the handle of the knife tightly.
Tu Lie narrowed his eyes slightly and already had the answer in his heart.
Then he took a step forward and walked onto Bridge of Helplessness.
The soles of the boots landed on the bluestone slab of the bridge, making a dull echo, as if someone was tapping under the bridge with a hammer.
Suddenly the wind started blowing on the bridge.
It was not the draft blowing up from the canyon, but a biting cold airflow, which spread out from Tu Lie and spread against the bridge deck, picking up the dead leaves in the stone cracks and swirling and flying on the bridge deck.
Murderous.
A murderous aura that is as solid as a substance.
Jiang Fa felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on end, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back in an instant.
This murderous aura was stronger than any enemy he had ever encountered before, so strong that it was almost breathless.
He subconsciously activated Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art, and the overbearing energy and blood in his body flowed rapidly through his meridians, blocking the coldness outside his body.
Xing Lieshan's expression also changed.
The veins on the back of the hand holding the knife popped out. He stamped his feet and rushed towards Tu Lie like a tiger that had been preparing for a long time.
The nine-ring sword drew an arc in the air, the iron ring on the back of the sword rattled, and struck Tu Lie in the face.
This sword is powerful and heavy, and it is the "Nine-Ring Mountain-Breaking Slash" that he is famous for. Over the years, not one hundred but also eighty bandits have died under this sword.
Tu Lie just turned sideways.
Xing Lieshan's nine-ringed broadsword scraped against his lapel, and the wind of the sword blew his gray robes, but he himself did not move at all. He only took half a step forward with his left foot, and the five fingers of his left hand came together and pressed lightly on Xing Lieshan's blade.
Bang!
A crisp sound of gold and iron exploded in the canyon.
Xing Lieshan The nine-ringed sword, which weighed forty or fifty kilograms, was violently tilted to one side by the palm. The blade trembled violently and made a buzzing metallic sound.
What's even more frightening is that the force penetrates the blade and reaches Xing Lieshan's wrist.
Xing Lieshan groaned, the tiger's mouth instantly burst open, and blood flowed down the handle.
He staggered back three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the bridge.
A palm.
Just one palm.
Peak An Jin's palm.
Tu Lie didn't even draw his sword and forced Xing Lieshan, who had been working in the escort agency for more than ten years, to retreat.
He shook his left hand, as if shaking off the dust on his hand, and his eyes fell on Jiang Fa.
Jiang Fa stared,
The opponent's strength is unfathomable, if you don't fight, you will die!
He took a deep breath, kicked the ground with both feet, pushed Wind-Chasing Steps to the extreme, and his whole body turned into a gray shadow and rushed towards Tu Lie.
The ghost-headed knife was clenched with both hands and raised diagonally from bottom to top. The blade drew an arc with sparks flying on the bridge and went straight to Tu Lie's waist and abdomen.
Cloak Saber Technique Seventh form: Wind Sweeps Away the Remnant Clouds.
There's nothing fancy about this knife, it's just fast.
Extremely fast.
Tu Lie's eyes finally changed a little.
He looked a little surprised.
He leaned slightly and flicked his left hand.
Bang!
There was another loud sound.
Tu Lie's fingertips flicked on the blade of the Ghost Head Sword with great precision, and a powerful Penetrating Jin surged along the blade.
Jiang Fa felt his arms shake suddenly, a sharp tearing pain came from the tiger's mouth, and the ghost-headed sword almost flew out of his hand.
But he didn't back down.
Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art was operating at full strength at this moment, and the power of Qi and blood was rushing through the body, forcibly canceling out most of the Penetrating Jin.
His feet were nailed to the bluestone bridge,
Mountain-Breaking Stance's Sinking Jin locked his whole body firmly to the ground, and the soles of his shoes rubbed two half-inch deep scratches on the bluestone.
Then he took advantage of the force and poured the suppressed force back into the blade. The Ghost Head Sword slashed horizontally, and the blade passed through a streak of black light and struck Tu Lie's neck.
This change of moves was fast and ruthless, completely beyond Tu Lie's expectations.
He frowned slightly, and his figure suddenly drifted back three feet, barely avoiding the knife.
The blade grazed his throat and cut off a small piece of cloth from his collar.
The corner of the cloth fluttered in the air and landed on the bridge between the two of them.
Xing Lieshan covered his still numb wrist and looked at this scene in shock.
Tu Lie looked down at his severed collar, and then raised his head. The dark yellow eyes finally no longer looked indifferent, but had a hint of seriousness.
"Early An Jin."
He spoke slowly, "But you can receive my blow without retreating, and you can also counterattack with the force. Your body is strong and you have a solid foundation. What kind of body training method do you practice?"
Jiang Fa did not answer.
He gripped the Ghost Head Knife tightly, his chest heaving violently, and the blood from the tiger's mouth dripped down the handle of the knife, and dark red blood flowers bloomed on the bridge.
"It's okay if you don't tell me." Tu Lie shook his head. "When you die, I will find the answer from you."
He slowly pulled out the knife from his waist.
That's a very ordinary knife.
The blade is only about 2 feet 78, with a wide back and a thin blade without any decoration. The hemp rope wrapped around the handle has been worn black and shiny, and there are even a few small nicks on the blade. It has obviously been used for many years.
The moment the knife was unsheathed, the murderous aura on the bridge suddenly surged.
Tu Lie's aura has also changed.
He has gone from an ordinary-looking middle-aged man to a ferocious beast that chooses and devours people.
His eyes burst out with terrifying light, and the air around him seemed to be distorted by the pressure of this momentum.
The dead leaves on the bridge were picked up by invisible air waves and swirled around his feet.
Peak An Jin.
There is only one step left to become a master of Transforming Force.
Jiang Fa's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
It's not fear, it's instinct.
It is the body's own stress response when faced with danger far beyond its own.
He could already feel the solid murderous aura in the other party's body, which was impacting his mind one after another.
If it weren't for Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art's body protection, this momentum alone would be enough to make ordinary Early An Jin warriors lose their fighting power.
Tu Lie moved.
His figure shook slightly on the spot, and the next moment he appeared in front of Jiang Fa, at least twice as fast as before.
The ordinary knife turned into a silver bolt in his hand and slashed straight down.
The sword was not fast, but it carried a sense of oppression that made Jiang Fa breathless.
He held the Ghost Head Sword tightly with both hands, poured all his strength into the blade, and faced it from bottom to top.
Bang!
A deafening clash exploded in the canyon.
Jiang Fa felt an unprecedented force coming from the blade, and his arms lost consciousness in an instant.
He gritted his teeth and pushed Mountain-Breaking Stance's Sinking Jin to the extreme. His feet were firmly fixed on the bridge, but he was still knocked back seven or eight steps by the knife.
The soles of the boots plowed two deep grooves on the bluestone, stone chips flew everywhere, and two shocking scratches were left on the bridge.
His back hit the guardrail of the stone bridge hard, and the stone pillars on the guardrail were immediately shattered by the impact.
A stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Fa looked pale and panted slightly.
Peak An Jin, as expected, he is not someone he can compete with now.
Tu Lie succeeded with one blow, but did not pursue the victory.
He stood there, looking down at the ordinary knife in his hand, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He had already used six successes in that knife blow just now.
For an ordinary Early An Jin warrior, this sword is enough to fly away the opponent's weapon and shatter the bones of the opponent's arms.
But the young man in front of him not only took it hard, but also had the energy to maintain his balance.
This kind of foundation is really rare.
"There's something about you little brat."
He raised his head and looked at Jiang Fa with a hint of interest in his eyes.
Xing Lieshan is now feeling better.
He shook his numb right hand, shouted loudly, and swung the nine-ring sword towards Tu Lie from the side. The iron ring on the back of the sword rattled, and the sword was even more fierce than before.
He used all his strength with this knife, without any reservation. Wherever the blade passed, the gravel on the bridge was picked up by the wind of the knife, spinning and flying in the air.
At the same time, a scream came from the other side of the bridge.
Liu Ying had already settled the frightened mule cart, and rushed towards the bridge with a few old escorts. A pair of willow leaf daggers flew up and down in her hands, and the sword's light was sharp, going straight to Tu Lie's back.
Tu Lie frowned slightly and snorted coldly,
"I don't know whether to live or die!"
He flicked his left hand, and a strong wind shot out from his fingertips, hitting Liu Ying's lancet.
Liu Ying felt a huge force coming from the blade of the sword. He was shaken and flew backwards. He fell heavily on the bridge. The short sword in his hand flew out and rolled away with a clang.
Successful with one blow,
Tu Lie's right hand holding the knife spun in the air at an incredible speed and struck hard at the nine-ringed sword that Xing Lieshan was attacking.
Bang!
There was another loud noise.
Xing Lieshan groaned, the tiger's mouth cracked open again, and blood flowed down the handle of the knife. The burly body was slashed backwards by the knife, hit the bridge railing hard, and almost rolled off the side of the bridge.
One blow forced Liu Ying back, and one knife knocked back Xing Lieshan. It only took one breath.
Tu Lie turned around and was about to continue walking forward when a black shadow suddenly appeared from the side.
Jiang Fa didn't know when he had regained his balance. The ghost-headed knife was pointing diagonally at the ground, and his arms were trembling slightly.
The blood at the corner of his mouth had been wiped away, leaving only a dark red mark, and his chest was heaving violently.
Although his face was pale, his eyes were astonishingly bright.
He kicked the bridge with his right foot, and several cracks suddenly appeared on the bluestone slab under his feet.
Wind-Chasing Steps urged it again, and his whole body turned into a gray shadow and rushed towards Tu Lie.
This time he no longer confronts her head-on.
The Ghost Head Sword turned into a continuous curtain of blades in his hands, one blade after another, each blade was faster than the other, and the blade drew a series of black arcs under the cold skylight of the canyon.
Cloak Saber Technique was completely out of sequence in his hands, and reassembled in a completely new way. It was no longer a fixed set of moves, but was constantly adjusted according to the changes in Tu Lie's sword power.
Tu Lie frowned slightly, a look of surprise flashed across his face.
He has lived for most of his life and has seen countless masters of swordsmanship, but he has never seen anyone who can use swordsmanship to such an extent at such an age.
This is no longer a rigid routine, but a realm that has touched upon the essence of swordsmanship.
This young man's knife already has a bit of a return to nature.
The two knives collided continuously on Bridge of Helplessness, and the sound of gold and iron bounced back and forth in the canyon, forming a continuous echo, like thousands of knives clashing at the same time.
The two of them fought from the center of the bridge to the end of the bridge, and then from the end of the bridge back to the center of the bridge.
Although Jiang Fa's sword was suppressed and hit by Tu Lie, his continuous sword screen never collapsed.
Every time when Tu Lie's sword was about to break through the defense, he would change his tactics at the most critical moment and resolve the crisis in a completely different way.
Fifty moves.
Jiang Fa's tiger's mouth was already bloody and bloody, and the muscles in both arms were sore and bursting. Every time he swung the knife, it seemed that he was using up the last bit of strength in his body. But he gritted his teeth and never took a step back.
Tu Lie's brows furrowed more and more tightly.
He could see that this young man had reached his limit.
The continuous sword movement is no longer as smooth as it was at the beginning, and the speed of changing moves has also dropped visibly to the naked eye.
But it happened that that last breath never stopped.
Like a bowstring stretched to its limit, it may break at any time, but it still holds on and refuses to break.
And now he seems to be treating him as a sparring partner!
This feeling made him very uncomfortable.
I no longer have the intention to continue playing tricks on my opponent,
He shouted loudly, Peak An Jin's skill was no longer reserved, and he slashed with his sword.
The speed of this sword is faster than any previous sword, and the power is heavier than any previous sword.
The ordinary knife turned into a silver lightning in his hand, splitting Jiang Fa's airtight knife curtain, and slashed hard on the ghost head knife.
Bang!
The two knives collided head-on again.
But this time, the results were completely different.
Jiang Fa felt an overwhelming force coming from the blade, and the Ghost-headed Sword was lifted high into the air.
His arms completely lost consciousness in an instant, and his whole body was thrown backwards by the knife. He fell heavily on the bridge, his back hit the bluestone, and his internal organs seemed to have been displaced.
A sweet and fishy feeling surged up in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Ghost-headed Sword flew out of his hand, spinning several times in the air. The tip of the knife plunged downward into the stone crevices of the bridge, and the blade buzzed and trembled.
Tu Lie sheathed the knife and walked towards Jiang Fa.
"Boy, your swordsmanship talent is truly amazing."
He looked down at Jiang Fa who was lying on the bridge and struggling to get up. "But no matter how good the talent is, if there is no time to grow, it will be in vain."
Xing Lieshan climbed up from the bridge railing and wanted to rush over, but was knocked back by a backhand palm from Tu Lie.
Liu Ying held his chest and struggled to hold up his upper body, but he couldn't even stand up.
Tu Lie walked up to Jiang Fa and looked at him condescendingly.
"Bridge of Helplessness, Bridge of Helplessness."
He spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the canyon, as if he was reciting an ancient ballad. "After Bridge of Helplessness, Naihe, if you die on this bridge today, you will be considered a worthy death, and my second and third brothers can also rest in peace."
Before he finished speaking, he opened the five fingers of his right hand and suddenly slapped Jiang Fa's Tianling Cap with his palm.
The wind of the palm was so fierce that if the palm had hit hard, Jiang Fa's head would have been shattered into a ball of paste on the spot.
Xing Lieshan's liver and gallbladder were about to burst, but it was too late to rescue him.
Jiang Fa felt the strong wind in his ears, and the shadow of death was getting closer and closer to him.
He gritted his teeth, and the speed of Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art in his body was driven to the extreme by him. There was a faint glaze glow under his skin, ready to receive the full blow of Tu Lie.
But just when Tu Lie's hand was about to fall,
A deafening roar exploded from the depths of the canyon.
The voice didn't sound like a human voice,
It was low and thick, like thousands of wild bulls roaring at the same time, or like an ancient roar coming from deep in the earth.
The entire canyon was shaken violently by this roar, the gravel on the bridge fell rustling down, and the bridge creaked, as if it would collapse at any time.
Tu Lie's palm suddenly paused...
His expression changed and he turned to look in the direction of the sound.
The roar sounded again.
This time it was even closer, causing pain to the eardrums of everyone present. The mules on the cart neighed shrilly and ran around like crazy.
Immediately afterwards, in the mountain forest on the other side of the canyon, towering ancient trees fell down one after another, as if something huge was violently knocking away all obstacles.
The sound of breaking trees was in a series, from far to near, from small to loud, and finally exploded.
A huge black ape jumped out of the mountain forest like a black boulder and landed heavily on the cliff on the other side of the stone bridge.
When it landed, the entire cliff trembled violently, and large and small gravels rolled down from the cliff and smashed into the depths of the canyon. It took several breaths before a dull echo was heard.
The giant ape's body is several times larger than the ordinary black ape, its limbs are as thick as towering ancient trees, and the black hairs all over its body stand upright, glowing with a metallic luster under the cold skylight of the canyon.
Its two blood-red eyes were like two red-hot iron balls, staring at the people on the bridge.
Seeing this scene,
Everyone looked at this behemoth that suddenly appeared in horror.
"Third Tier ferocious beast, Earth-Shaking Demonic Ape!"
An exclamation came from the motorcade.
Tu Lie stared at the behemoth that was less than ten feet away from him, showing a dignified expression for the first time.