Chapter 23 Chapter Five: The Fifteenth Sword

one The magic boat is floating far away. When Fen Tian saw it, he didn't hesitate any more, and when he let out a startled cry, he jumped up. He has exhausted all his strength to jump to the magic boat that has begun to leave.Just when he jumped up, he suddenly heard a cry that was so strange, so familiar, and so distant. "Danger!" Then he saw a long whip flying towards him from nowhere behind him. As soon as it rolled over, it wrapped around his waist. As soon as the long whip rolled around his waist, his body fell and landed at the end of the white jade steps. As soon as he fell, there was a sudden "boom" in his head, and then he lost consciousness.

dark. total darkness. There seems to be a sound in the darkness, and there seems to be light. These sounds, these lights seem to be very far away, and they seem to be close to my ears. The voice was like a woman's voice, and the light was like the light of a flame. The voice seemed to come from the sky, ethereal. The light seemed to be flickering, but also seemed to be struggling. Everything is so far away and so clear. Dai Tian shook his head vigorously. This flick not only did not get rid of the pain of nothingness, but increased the reality. The sound got louder, and the light got brighter.

Dai Tian quickly closed his eyes, and opened them slowly after a while. When he opened his eyes, he saw the sea of ​​fire again. This sea of ​​fire has no bounds, it has an end. At the end is the bed against the wall. The sea of ​​fire is in the bed. The center of the bed had been split and the flames were right at the split in the bed. Dai Yao's person is on the footboard next to the bed. He was standing by the bed, facing the bed, facing the sea of ​​fire in the middle of the bed, with a long whip tied around his waist. Dai Tian turned around. As soon as he turned his head, he saw "Kinongja Gap".

"Chinonja Gap" on the wall. There is a table in front of the mural, which is the table he sat on when he did not enter the "Magic Realm". There is wine on the table, six bottles.There are six dishes. There are people at the table, one. a girl. A girl is naked on the left and fully dressed on the right.That is, the girl who just explained the "Blood Parrot" to him. Her person is still beautiful, strangely beautiful, but her face seems to have fear. What is she afraid of? Her eyes were not on Dai Tian, ​​but on the door. Dai Tian looked at the door suspiciously.

There was a man standing at the door. A person holding a whip in his hand, the tail of this whip is wrapped around Dai Tian's waist. The man is laughing. "Master Huang?" Dai Tian yelled in disbelief. "It seems so." Young Master Huang said with a smile, "I seem to be Young Master Huang." "Why are you here?" "I should have been drinking the old daughter's red at home comfortably." Young Master Huang sighed. "But there is a person who wants to jump into the fire, how can I drink in peace?" Dai Tian looked at the flames in the bed, and then at the long whip on his waist, he suddenly woke up.

He was the one who was going to jump into the fire. Isn't he clearly in "Kinongja Gap"?Why did he suddenly return to the "Bamboo House"? Dai Tian turned his head, looked at the girl at the table, and then at the six bottles of wine on the table. "This is good wine." Young Master Huang said, "It's also a first-class bamboo leaf green, but it's a pity that there are some other things in it." "Poppy?" Dai Tian asked. "It seems to be." Young Master Huang said, "It should be something like this." Understood.

Dai Tian suddenly understood. Everything just now was a fantasy in my mind, and it was all produced by the "ghost" painting on the wall. What devil?What blood parrot?What blood slave?What three wishes, what "Chinonja Gap"?It's all fake, it's all fantasy.All because he drank the "good" wine that was on the table. The flames in the bed were really fierce. If Young Master Huang hadn't arrived in time, if he had already jumped, the consequences could have been imagined. die. burn to death. "Are you a blood slave?" Dai Yao asked. "Yes." The girl actually replied like that.

"The blood slave of the blood parrot?" "no." This voice actually came from the painting on the wall again. "She is my blood slave." Dai Tian looked at the painting in surprise. "Of course she is your blood slave." Young Master Huang said with a smile, "If she were my blood slave, I would definitely not be able to bear it. I would definitely wear a hat, a colored hat." With a "puchi" smile, The girl couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Okay." The voice in the painting sounded again. "You really are worthy of being called Young Master Huang."

"It's a good thing I'm Young Master Huang." Young Master Huang said, "If it were someone else, Bao Zhun would turn into a yellow turtle after being frightened by your pretentious tricks." into his hands. Dai Tian loosened his waist, and the man followed him down the footboard. "The tortoise always shrinks its head and hides people." Young Master Huang said, "Is your Excellency a tortoise?" no answer. But the mural suddenly parted from the middle, and a person came out shyly. There is a smile on his face. There is a hint of anger in the smile.

two This person was wearing a navy blue gown, even his shoes were navy blue, and his hair was tied with a navy blue headband.His right hand stroked the hair on his head, and his left hand was vertical, empty, and nothingness. His left hand is handless. His left hand is empty. He is a one-armed man. He looked at Dai Tian with a smile. "You didn't realize it was me," "Yes," Dai Da sighed. "Kill me, I can't even guess it's you." "Actually, once the parting hook is lost, and old Gaixian dies one after another, you should have thought of me."

He suddenly coughed, and coughed very hard, and when his breath calmed down a bit, he continued, "Is there anyone who Di Qingbang wants to kill who will not die?" "Although you didn't die, the price you paid Not too small." Dai Tian said, "Your left hand is gone." "If you want to become a tycoon, you must pay a considerable price." He said proudly: What is a left hand? "It's nothing, but why bother?" "Young Master Huang said with a smile: "Ying Wuwu, do you think your sacrifice is worth it? "The person who came out of the painting was actually Ying Wuwu. "For Qinglong, there is nothing worthwhile." Ying Wuwu said. "Okay. If Qinglong Society has a person like you, Di Qinglin will not cut off your hand." What kind of sentence is this? Only Young Master Huang can say this kind of words. This is a meaningful sentence. This sentence can only be understood by people like Ying Wuwu. This is a ridicule. Nothing should understand, but he doesn't care. —A person who is a slave is probably used to this kind of ridicule. ——They have to get used to it, how can a person who is used to being a running dog's slave not get used to the words of "people", there should be nothing sneering.He could only sneer. "If your martial arts can be as sharp as your words," Ying Wuwu said, "I will convince you." "I don't want you to obey." Young master Huang said with a smile, "I just want to tie you to a fork and roast you on the fire." He continued, "Because I really want to see the lackey being killed." What does it look like roasted? What does it taste like?" "It must not look good." Dai Tian said, "It must not smell good." "I know." Young Master Huang said, "But I still want to watch it, and even more want to hear the wails of running dogs being roasted." "If you come later, I guarantee you can hear it." Ying Wuwu glanced at Dai Tian: "You can definitely see that." "It's different: that's different." Young Master Huang said: "How can a lackey be with Dai Tian?" Comparing people?" He went on to say: "It is cruel for people to be roasted. It is right for lackeys to be roasted." It should be daytime now. But I can't feel it inside the house, because all the doors and windows are closed and there are Kongming lanterns burning inside the house. The lights are as bright as day. In addition to lights, there is light. Jian Guang. A narrow and long sword with a silver-blue light shining on the blade. With a swirl of light, the light of the sword flickered, and there should be nothing to return the sword to in front of him. The sword light flickered, and Ying Wuwu's eyes also shone. Bright as a sword. "This sword has not been drawn from its sheath for twenty years." Ying Wuwu focused on the sword. "I hope it has a 'good meal' today." "It can't be a 'good meal'." Young Master Huang said: "Since ancient times, the meat of slaves and lackeys has been sour, and the blood is extremely salty." "Oh!" Ying Wuwu sighed, and the sword light swirled again. "Although I am one-armed," Ying Wuwu looked at Young Master Huang, "but you will soon know that being one-armed also has its own advantages." In a battle between masters, the outcome can often be decided in one move, but this decision The winning move is not necessarily the first move, it may be the tens or hundreds of moves.Now they have exchanged fifty moves, Ying Wuwu countered thirty-seven moves, Young Master Huang only returned thirteen moves. Because he wants to see what is so special about the sword moves of the "Excalibur for the Eye", and he wants to see the "advantages" of the one-armed sword.Ying Wuwu seemed to know his intentions, so he didn't use all his strength, but only used some false moves. Dai Tian was not idle. When Ying Wuwu started to attack, the girl who looked sweet, beautiful and weird also launched her skills.Although her person is slender and soft, but her attack made Dai Tian a little bit unbearable. She was only wearing the right half of her clothes, and it was fine if she didn't move. When she moved, the clothes on the right side twisted with the movement, and some "parts" that shouldn't be seen by men were exposed.As long as it is a man, there is no way not to look at those "parts", and you will be dazzled when you see them. How can masters fight to the death? So Dai Tian has already encountered more than a dozen dangerous moves, and he told himself in his heart that he must never look at it again. It's strange, the eyes don't seem to be his, but go to those "parts". The more he beat, Dai Tian's cold sweat dripped down, and the smile on the girl's face became more obscene. If this continues, how can it be, this is a very strange duel. One side wanted to see it, but couldn't see it.One side didn't want to see it, but they all saw it. One side is extremely anxious, and the other side is very leisurely. The two sides have fought hundreds of moves, and there is still no outcome. Just when Young Master Huang felt that it was meaningless, Ying Wuwu's move suddenly changed.His sword was originally flat and unchanged, but suddenly, there was a strange vibration at the tip of the sword. His sword movement was originally fast, but at this moment, it suddenly slowed down. very slow. Slowly, but still changing. A sword pierced out lightly, as light as running water. After the sword was thrust out, Young Master Huang's eyes immediately lit up. Ying Wuwu's sword was an understatement, as if he had swung it casually, but Young Master Huang knew that as long as he was not paying attention, this sword would make a hole in his chest.In the blink of an eye, Ying Wuwu had thrust out seven swords, one sword slower than the other, but the light in Young Master Huang's eyes became brighter and brighter. When the seventh sword thrust out, the old strength was exhausted, and the new strength was not born, Young Master Huang took advantage of this gap to tune Shunyue Qi and prepare for the slower eighth sword, Ying Wuwu's left sleeve suddenly swept over. .Young Master Huang only paid attention to the sword in Ying Wuwu's hand. He never expected that he would use the power of turning around with the sword at this time to throw his left sleeve towards Young Master Huang. With the sound of "click", the right side of Young Master Huang's face turned red, as red as some kind of animal's buttocks. One-armed has its advantages. When facing an enemy, the opponent will only pay attention to the hand holding the sword, but ignore the empty sleeve. Young master Huang vowed that next time he fights against the one-armed man, he will never commit a second regret. When the sleeve hit Young Master Huang, Ying Wuwu's eighth sword had also been thrust out. Although Young Master Huang dodged the eighth sword, a hole had already been stabbed in his chest. Blood slowly oozes out. Nothing should be sneering. "Now you finally know the advantages of being one-armed!" "Only a disabled person like you would come up with such a shameless move." Although Dai Yao was not hit, he was already miserable.Sometimes he can dare to win within three moves, but he can't make a move. It's not that he is pity, but that he can't make a big deal.Because wherever he wants to strike is a very fatal "part", how can he attack a place like a woman? Where the girl can attack, she defends everything, and where men should not see, she exposes everything. If Dai Tian was a villain, this duel would have ended long ago. If Dai Tian was a satyr, needless to say that this duel would end at the beginning, "then there will be another kind of "decisive battle". Unfortunately, Dai Tian is not a villain, let alone a satyr, so he can only fight hard." Then you are How did you subdue that girl? "This sentence was asked by Yang Zheng to Dai Yao after hearing this story." I was forced to do nothing by that girl, so I had to untie my belt. "" Can't stand it? "" That girl thought so too. "Dai Tian smiled." As soon as I took off the belt, her face turned red. "It's no wonder it's not popular." ""Her face turned red, and her movements suddenly became awkward. Her legs were spread apart, but they became tightly clamped, and she pushed her hands to her chest. ""Women are like this, the more you are afraid of her, the bolder she will be." "Yang Zheng smiled and said: "When you took action, she ran away far away. " "I can't hit with my hands, so I have to use a belt." Dai Tian said proudly, "He took the belt off his sleeve, shook it in the air, and then hit the 'Xuankou point' on her abdomen." "She must have stepped back with her right foot and melted her left hand." palm, in front of the 'Xuankou Point'." Yang Zheng said. "That's what I want her to do." Dai Tian said, "When she blocked her hand, I lifted the belt and pointed at her 'jade breast point'." "Did you really order her 'jade milk point'?" "Really." Dai Tian said, "I don't use my hands, buddy." Yang Zheng sighed. "Of course, I don't understand why you can come up with the most unique idea at the last moment every time, and use the most extraordinary method to save the day." Yang Zheng looked at him. "Is this your skill, or your luck?" three After Dai Tian subdued the girl, he turned his head to look at Young Master Huang. At this time, Ying Wuwu had already stabbed the eleventh sword. "I am coming." Dai Tian approached Young Master Huang. "Watch out for his left sleeve." "Okay." Ying Wuwu laughed. "Two go up together, so I don't have to spend another effort." The light reappeared, the blade turned around, and the tip of the sword was like an illusion. The twelfth sword was more weird than the previous eleven swords.The weirdness was flickering, and Young Master Huang felt that the weirdness seemed to be on his eyebrows, and it seemed to be in the void. When Dai Tian saw Ying Wuwu stabbing out the twelfth sword, his brows suddenly frowned, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He felt that this sword seemed very familiar and strange at the same time.The strange flicker was uncertain, but suddenly disappeared. Young Master Huang's eyebrows lightened, and the thirteenth sword had quietly arrived.As soon as the sword came out, he was suddenly dumbfounded. He had never seen a sword more "stupid" than this one.It's like a "babbling" child who has just learned to walk, or like the result of a statue of a beauty being suddenly sat on the buttocks.Young Master Huang really couldn't figure it out, why did Ying Wuwu stab such a sword? Dai Da's reaction was not like this. Before the thirteenth sword was about to come out, he jumped up safely and kicked Young Master Huang away in the air.Dai Tian's reaction was fast enough, but Young Master Huang's shoulder was still scratched. ——Why Young Master Huang couldn't dodge such a "stupid" sword, and Young Master Huang couldn't figure out why he couldn't dodge such a "stupid" sword?If it wasn't for Dai Tian's volleying kick, there would be an extra breathing hole in his throat. Young Master Huang, who was upside down, looked at Ying Wuwu in surprise. "What kind of sword technique is this?" Ying Wuwu sneered, blood dripped slowly from the tip of the sword, like morning dew on a leaf. "Thirteen Killing Swords." Dai Tian said, "This is Yan Shisan's Thirteen Killing Swords." "Thirteen Swords of Death?" Young Master Huang stood up. "Really?" "Do you want to try again?" The ridicule in Ying Wuwu's eyes grew stronger. "Okay." Young Master Huang's face suddenly became serious. "However, I want to see the fifteenth sword." "You can hardly see the thirteenth sword, and you still want to see the fifteenth sword?" "The fifteenth sword is really invincible?" "Not necessarily." Dai Tian said: "There is no absolute invincibility in the world." "Even if you can't do it without a reason, it's enough to kill you." After saying these fourteen words, Ying Wuwu's eyes shot out a terrifying murderous look. A murderous aura that only masters like Yan Shisan possessed. A gust of wind blew, and I don't know where it came from, and the "Bamboo House" suddenly became very cold. Yingwuwu's man and sword have already begun to move, a very slow and graceful movement, as natural as the wind. But when the wind blows, who can resist it, and who knows where the wind comes from? Young Master Huang's pupils are shrinking.Ying Wuwu's sword stabbed out slowly. It came out from the most inconceivable part, and suddenly there was the most inconceivable change when stabbing the mountain. At this moment, Dai Tian suddenly raised a bamboo chair, caught the chair leg with his right hand, and split it with his left hand, the bamboo chair shattered, leaving only a piece of bamboo chair leg.Dai Tian used bamboo as a sword, from bottom to top, the light of the bamboo was concentrated, and he stabbed out with a sword. A simple sword, simple and jerky, pierced the only flaw of Ying Wuwu's fourteenth sword. Ying Wuwu was really surprised. The technique Dai Tian used was exactly the same as the sword technique used by the third young master Xie Xiaofeng to break Yan Shisan. But Ying Wuwu's sword style has been activated, and even the change can't be changed, seeing that the bamboo sword in Dai Tian's hand has pierced. Nothing should die. Although there were flaws in his swordsmanship, the opponent's stabbing was obviously fatal, but after Shanda's sword stabbed someone, the sword that should be useless suddenly changed again.A change that he couldn't even think of, and it was definitely not a change that he thought of. ——That was a change within the change of the sword itself. It's like a spring of flowing water on a high mountain. When it flows down, you can clearly see that there is a gap in it, but by the time your hand reaches out, the flowing spring has already filled the gap. There was a "ding" sound. The bamboo sword broke into hundreds of pieces of bamboo, and Dai Tian's man was blown away by the shock. This kind of change, even Ying Wuwu was surprised and stunned, and forgot that there was Young Master Huang beside him. When Young Master Huang cut his throat with his palm, there was no pain or fear on his face, but there was an indescribable coldness.A kind of icy cold that sinks into the depths of an ice lake that has not melted on the top of a thousand-year-old iceberg. Then when his body just touched the ground, a new expression suddenly appeared on his face. A suddenly figured expression. Before Ying Wuwu died, there was still this kind of smile on the corner of his mouth. Ying Wuwu didn't realize until he was about to die that no one in the world could break the fifteenth sword of Yan Shisan's deadly twelve swords. Absolutely no one. Not even the third young master Xie Xiaofeng. Whoever wants to break this sword is to die.