Chapter 25 The twenty-fourth round of earth-shattering

But the handle of this knife is only one foot and five inches. Fusang warriors usually hold the knife with both hands. Their knife skills are completely different from those of Zhongtu, and even more different from sword skills. Having this knife in his hand is like asking a blacksmith to strike iron with a paintbrush, and a scholar to paint with a hammer. It is better to have it than not to have it. But he caught the knife. He seemed to have completely lost the ability to judge, and was unable to judge whether this move was correct.The moment his hand touched the handle of the knife, the sword light flew through the air like lightning.The three-foot-seven-inch-long sword has already entered the empty door, and the eight-foot-long Japanese sword cannot be used at all.

With a flash of sword light, it reached Aji's throat.Aji's hand trembled suddenly. With a sound of "grid", the Japanese knife suddenly broke into two pieces. It was cut in two from the place where it was hit by the stone just now. The stone hit the middle of the blade.The three-foot-long blade fell down, and another three-foot-long blade suddenly rose. Mr. Qiu Er's sword edge stabbed like a poisonous snake, less than three inches from the throat, this sword was absolutely accurate and deadly.Drawing the knife, throwing it, drawing the sword, and shooting, he has calculated every step accurately.

It's a pity he didn't count on this move. With a sound of "ding", Mars, the knife has broken to meet his sword—not the blade, but the tip. No one can meet the point of the sword that stabs like lightning in this instant. No one's shots can be so fast and accurate. —Maybe it’s not absolutely nobody, maybe there’s someone else. But Mr. Qiu Er never dreamed that Aji was this person. As soon as the tip of the sword shook, he immediately felt a strange vibration from the blade to his hand, his arm, and his shoulder. Then he seemed to feel a gust of wind blowing again.

The broken knife in Aji's hand seemed to have turned into a gust of wind, blowing towards him gently. He could see the light of the knife and feel the gust of wind, but he didn't know how to dodge it. ——When the wind blows, who can escape?And who knows where the wind is blowing from? But he was not desperate, because he still had a friend waiting behind Aggie. Most people in Jianghu think that Mr. Qiu Er's swordsmanship is higher than that of Mr. Mao Da, and his martial arts are more terrifying than Mr. Mao Da. Only he himself knows how stupid and ridiculous this view is, and only he himself knows that if Mr. Mao Da wants his life, one move is enough.

That is the truly deadly move, and that is the truly terrifying sword technique. No one can imagine the speed, power, and change of that move, because no one has ever seen it. He and Mr. Mao Da went through life and death, shared adversity for many years, and even he only saw it once. He believed that as long as Mr. Mao Da made this move, even if Aji could avoid it, he would have absolutely no energy left to hurt others. He believed that Mr. Mao Da must have made a move now! Because at this unbearable moment, he heard a low voice: "Under the sword!" The roar sounded, the wind stopped immediately, and the light of the knife disappeared at the same time. The sword in the palm of Mr. Mao Da had reached the back of Aji's neck.

The sword qi is cold, like the everlasting ice and snow on the top of a distant mountain. You don't need to touch it, you can feel the needle-like chill, which makes your blood and bone marrow completely cold. The sword is inherently cold, but only the sword in the palm of a real master can emit this kind of cold sword energy. A sword flew over and stopped suddenly, less than half an inch away from the large blood vessel on the back of Aji's neck. His veins are throbbing.The already tense muscles beside the blood vessels were also beating. His men didn't move.He is like the wind when he moves, and like a mountain when he is still.But the mountain tremor also collapses sometimes.

His lips were chapped like weathered rocks on a mountain peak.His face was also as expressionless as a rock. Doesn't he know that as long as this sword stabs forward an inch, his blood will surely flow out? Is he really not afraid of death? Regardless of whether he is really not afraid of death, he is dead this time! Mr. Qiu Er let out a long breath, and the big boss also let out a long breath, just waiting for Mr. Mao Da's sword to strike. Mr. Mao Da's eyes were fixed on the throbbing blood vessel at the back of his neck, but there was a strange expression in his eyes, as if full of resentment and pain.

Why didn't he stab out with this sword?What is he waiting for? Qiu Er couldn't help but said: "You don't have to worry about me!" The broken knife in Aji's hand is still within an inch of his throat, but he still has a sword in his hand: "I'm sure I can avoid this knife." Mr. Mao Da did not respond. Qiu Er said: "Even if I can't avoid it, you must kill him! If this person is not dead, we will have no way of life. We have to take a risk." The big boss immediately said: "This is by no means a risk, your chances are much greater than his."

Mr. Mao Da suddenly smiled, and his smile was as strange as his eyes. Just as he started to laugh, his sword had already stabbed out from Aji's neck and pierced Qiu Er's shoulder. With a sound of "ding", the sword in Qiu's second hand fell to the ground, and blood splashed on his own face. His face was contorted with surprise and anger. The big boss also jumped up. No one could have imagined this change, and no one knew why Mr. Mao Da did this. Maybe only he and Aji know. Aji's face was still expressionless, and this change seemed to have been expected by him.

But his eyes were full of pain, even deeper than Mr. Mao Da's pain. The sword light flashed, and the sword was sheathed. Mr. Mao Da suddenly sighed again and said, "Have we not seen each other for five years?" This sentence was actually said to Aji. It seems that they not only recognize each other, but are also old friends for many years. Mr. Mao Da said again: "Over the years, how have you been doing? Are you suffering from any illness?" Friends who haven't seen each other for many years, suddenly reunite, of course they have to say hello to each other. This is a very common sentence.But when these words came out of his mouth, they seemed to be full of pain and resentment.Aji clenched his fists tightly, not only did he not speak, nor did he look back.

Mr. Mao Da said: "Since I have recognized you, why are you still unwilling to turn around and let me see you?" Aji suddenly sighed and said: "Since you have recognized me, why bother to look again?" Mr. Mao Da said: "Then you should at least see what I have become." Although his voice was very soft, it still seemed to be hissing. Aji finally turned his head, and as soon as he turned his head, his face changed.The person standing in front of him was just a white-haired old man, and there was nothing strange or frightening about it.But the expression on Aji's face was far more shocking than suddenly seeing a prehistoric monster. Mr. Mao Da laughed again, even more strangely: "Do you think I have become a lot?" Aji wanted to speak, but no sound came out. Mr. Mao Da said: "If we meet by chance on the road, I'm afraid you won't recognize me anymore." He suddenly turned his face and asked the big boss: "Are you wondering why he was so surprised when he saw me?" The big boss only nodded. He really couldn't figure out what was the relationship between these two people? Mr. Mao Da asked again: "How old do you think he is?" The big boss looked at Aji, hesitantly said: "In his early twenties, less than thirty." Mr. Mao Da said: "What about me?" The big boss looked at his pale hair and the wrinkles on his face, although he wanted to say less about his age, he couldn't say too little. Mr. Mao Da said: "Do you think I am around sixty?" The big boss said: "Even if you are really sixty years old, it looks like you are only fifty-three or four." Mr. Mao Da suddenly laughed. It was as if he had never heard anything more ridiculous than this, but his laughter sounded like there was no smile at all, and it even sounded like he was crying. The big boss looked at him, then at Aji: "Did I guess everything wrong?" Aji finally let out a long breath and said: "I am a tiger, and I am thirty-two this year." The big boss said, "What about him?" Aji said: "He is only three years older than me." The big boss looked at him in surprise, no one could see that this man was only thirty-five this year: "Why is he aging so fast?" Aji said: "Because of hatred." Too much hatred, just like too much grief, always makes people grow old very easily. The big boss also understood this truth, but couldn't help but ask, "What does he hate?" Aji said: "He hates me!" The big boss also let out a long breath and said, "Why does he hate you?" Aji said: "Because I eloped with his unmarried wife!" His face became expressionless again, and he continued indifferently: "That time I went to congratulate him sincerely, but on the second night of their engagement, I eloped with his woman." The big boss said: "Because you also fell in love with that woman?" Aji did not answer this question directly, but said coldly: "Just half a month after I took her to elope, I dumped her." The big boss said: "Why do you do such a thing?" Aji said: "Because I am happy!" The big boss said: "As long as you are happy, you can do anything?" Aji said: "Yes!" The big boss let out another long breath and said, "Now I finally understand." Aji said: "What do you understand?" The big boss said: "He didn't kill you just because he didn't want you to die too quickly. He wanted you to be tortured like him and die slowly." Mr. Mao Da's laughter had stopped, and he suddenly shouted: "Fart your mother!" The big boss was stunned. Mr. Mao Da clenched his fists, stared at Aji, and said word by word: "I must let you look at me, just because I must let you understand one thing." Aggie is listening. Mr. Mao Da said: "It's not you I hate, it's me, that's why I tortured myself like this." Aji was silent, finally nodded slowly, and said, "I understand." Mr. Mao Da said: "You really understand?" Aji said: "Really!" Mr. Mao Da said: "Can you forgive me?" Aji said: "I... I have already forgiven you." Mr. Mao Da also let out a long breath, as if he had let go of a heavy load on his shoulders. Then he knelt down, kneeling in front of Aji, and murmured: "Thank you, thank you..." Mr. Qiu Er has been looking at him in surprise, and couldn't help shouting: "He abducted your wife, and then abandoned you. Instead, you begged him to forgive you, and instead thanked him, you...you...you just now Why don't you let me kill him with a sword?" Just now his sword was moving, and he had a chance to make a move. He could see that Aji had been distracted by what he said, but he didn't expect his friend to save Aji instead. Mr. Mao Da sighed lightly, and said, "Do you think I really saved him just now?" Qiu Er said angrily, "Isn't it?" Mr. Mao Da said: "I didn't save him, it was you. Just now, with your sword attack, you will die without a place to bury you." He smiled wryly, and continued: "Even if I am also ungrateful, if I strike at the same time as you, it may not be able to hurt him a hair." Qiu Er's anger has turned into surprise. He knew that his friend was not a liar, but he couldn't help but said: "Just now, our two swords were attacking, and it has become a situation where heaven and earth are fighting each other. Is there still a way for him to break it?" Mr. Mao Da said: "He has." There was a look of respect on his face: "He is the only one in the world, and there is only one way." Qiu Er's face suddenly changed, and he said: "The world is going to burn?" Mr. Mao Da said: "That's right, the earth was shocked, and the world was destroyed." Qiu Er lost his voice: "Could it be that he is that person?" Mr. Mao Da said: "He is." Mr. Qiu Er staggered back, as if he couldn't even stand up. Mr. Mao Da said: "I have only done one unforgivable crime in my life. If it hadn't been for one person to keep the secret for me, I would have died long ago without a burial place." Qiu Er said: "Is he also this person?" Mr. Mao Da said: "Yes." He continued slowly: "It's been many years ago. I have seen him in these years, but he never gave me a chance to speak, and he never listened to me finish a sentence. Now... ..." Now he didn't finish his sentence. Suddenly, a cold light flew over without a sound, and a three-foot-long broken knife was nailed into his back. Blood splashed out, and when Mr. Mao Da fell down, Zhuyeqing seemed to be smiling. It wasn't him who made the move.The person who made the shot didn't smile. The boy usually had a cute smile on his face, but he didn't smile now. Seeing him make a move, the big boss was first surprised, and Aji was also surprised. Qiu Er was not only surprised, but also angry, and said sharply, "Who is this person?" The boy said: "My name is little brother." He walked over slowly: "I'm just a child with neither fame nor use. Great heroes and swordsmen like you will certainly not kill me." Qiu Er said angrily: "The murderer dies, no matter who kills someone." He has picked up his sword. The little brother still didn't change his face, and said leisurely: "Only I am different, I know you will never kill me." With the sword in his hand, Qiu Er couldn't help but ask, "Why?" The little brother said: "Because as soon as you make a move, someone will definitely kill you for me!" He was looking at Aji with a strange look. Aji couldn't help asking, "Who will kill him for you?" The younger brother said, "Of course it's you." Aji said: "Why should I kill someone for you?" The younger brother said: "Because although I am neither famous nor useful, I have a very good mother and I know you very well!" Aji's face changed: "Could it be that your mother is...is..." His voice was hoarse, and he couldn't say that name, that name that he always wanted to forget, but he could never forget. The younger brother spoke out for him. "My mother is the eldest daughter of the Murong family in the south of the Yangtze River, Mr. Mao Da's junior sister..." With a smile on her face, Zhuyeqing continued to speak for him: "The eldest lady's name is Murong Qiudi." Aji's hands were cold, cold to the bone marrow. The younger brother looked at him and said calmly: "Mother told me repeatedly that if anyone dares to talk nonsense outside and ruin the reputation of the Murong family, even if I don't kill him, you will not agree, let alone this Mr. Mao Member of the Murong family, what I did was just to clean up the house for my mother." Aji clenched his fists tightly, and said, "Since when did your mother become the law enforcement head of the Murong family!" The younger brother said: "Not long." Aji said: "Why doesn't she keep you by her side?" The younger brother sighed, and said: "Because I am a shameless child, I have no right to enter Murong's house at all, so I have to send someone away and be a humble one." Aji's complexion changed again, and his eyes were full of pain and grief. After a long time, he asked softly, "How old are you this year?" The younger brother said, "I'm only fifteen this year." The big boss was taken aback again, no one could see that this boy was just a fourteen or fifteen year old kid. The younger brother said: "I know that others will not be able to see that I am only fifteen years old this year, just like others cannot see that Mr. Mao University is only thirty-five this year." He suddenly smiled, and his smile looked very sad: "Maybe it's just because my life is more difficult than other children's, so I grow up faster than others." Painful experience is indeed the easiest way for children to mature and grow up. Qiu Er looked at him, then at Aji, stomped his feet suddenly, picked up his friend's body, and walked out without looking back. Knowing that he was leaving, the big boss was afraid that he would have to leave too, so he couldn't help but said, "Second Mister, please stay." The little brother said coldly: "He knows that there is no hope of revenge in this life, so it would be even more boring to stay?" This is a very hurtful sentence. Jianghu men bleed and desperately, often just for such a sentence.But now he is sure that even if Qiu Er heard it, he has no choice but to pretend that he didn't hear it, because what he said is indeed an indisputable fact. So he didn't expect Qiu Er to retreat back again. As soon as he walked out of the door, he retreated, step by step, with a strange expression on his pale face, but it was not sadness and anger, but panic and fear. He is no longer that kind of impulsive young man, and he is definitely not a person who does not know what is important.He really shouldn't retreat, unless he has only one retreat left. The younger brother sighed, and murmured: "He is obviously a smart person, why do he want to be bored?" A person outside the door said coldly: "Because he has nowhere to go." The sound was still very far away, but after hearing the sound of "Du" on the stone floor in the yard, it was already outside the door. Then there was another sound of "Duke", and the person outside the door had already entered the room. The left sleeve was tied empty on his belt, his right leg had been cut off at the knee, and he was wearing a wooden foot. A scar.Hanging obliquely from the forehead, reaching as deep as the bone, it is a cripple with one arm, one eye and one foot.A cripple like this must have been ugly and hideous, but this person was an exception.Not only was he neatly groomed and gorgeously dressed, but he was also a very attractive man, even the scar on his face seemed to have a cruel charm.His clothes were made of pure silk, and on the jade belt around his waist, there was a short sword stuck obliquely. There were living people and dead people in the house, but he seemed to ignore them all, and asked coldly, "Who is the master here?" The big boss looked at Aji, then at Zhuyeqing, forced a smile and said, "It seems to be me now." The one-armed man rolled his eyes up, and said proudly: "A guest comes from afar and doesn't even have a seat. Doesn't it seem that the host is too rude?"