Chapter Seventy-One: The Final Kill

  The sun rises and sets, everything is as usual in the Holy Sword Hall.

  Liu Mingde led his team to hunt in the Youmang Mountain, Cui Yingying was being taught by Rain Longlao in his hut, Tuoba Qiurou was still closed in her room practicing Wuxinlei. The new outer door disciples were all working hard to cultivate, while the old outer door disciples led by Feng Kun would often bother Huamanxi from Huajiantang for no reason.

  Liáng Shān finally came out of Fú Cáng Dòng. He obtained the sword intent but didn't get the cultivation method, thinking that the sword path's hidden storage had already been taken by Hǎo Lǎo Lǎng.

  Outside the cave, there was no one, but Ci San was definitely there. Knowing that the enemy is present but unable to detect them, people often become fearful at this time. However, Liangshan was accustomed to it, and when he comprehended the sword's intent in the Sword Tomb, he was always surrounded by countless swords pointing at him.

  Ci San was indeed there, and when she saw Liangshan come out for a moment, he seemed to be holding a sword in his hand. When she looked again, it was gone. Ci San felt strange, as if only three days and nights had passed, Liangshan had undergone a transformation.

  Sword intent? A sword intent that I have yet to fully comprehend myself.

  His expression looked somewhat self-satisfied, apparently having gained something in Fowang Cave.

  Liáng Shān suddenly made a move, lifting his robe and pulling out "the thing" to spray a stream into the hole. Cì Sān watched intently, his face still expressionless.

  Liáng Shān patted his waist contentedly and shook it twice.

  "Have you had enough, San Ge? My future wife!" Liang Shan suddenly shouted loudly.

  Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, she had seen shameless people before, but not as shameless as this. Ci San's breathing was a bit unstable, because this time she really didn't kill him, and now she was going to be his wife. Ci San, although just an assassin, wouldn't welch on a deal.

  "Ten steps kill one person, a thousand miles without leaving a trail." Liangshan starts reciting poetry again.

  She began to stab but retreated. Silently and stealthily. Her murderous intent had reached its peak, but was extinguished by this despicable guy's urine, so she could only retreat.

  "There's more behind, want to hear it?" Liang Shand shouted loudly.

  She raised an eyebrow and immediately calmed down. If he really had the talent of Taishi Gong, what if she really married him?

  Liangshan shouted three times, and there was no movement in the woods. He dared to take a step forward only when it was quiet. At this time, his forehead was already wet, and his back felt very cool.

  Liáng Shān sprinted along the road. He didn't dare to fly with the wind. Because flying leaves a trail, and being in mid-air makes it impossible to control oneself, which is truly dangerous. Liáng Shān's toes touched the ground, his body like a swift swallow skimming over the water's surface, touching down once every twenty or more meters. Liáng Shān's landing was a studied one, running swiftly along a "string" that followed the contours of the earth.

  The strings of Liangshan are increasingly subtle. The mountains and the earth have a specific extension direction, and the strongest extension is hidden under the soil, which is the string of the earth. Stepping on the string of the earth can give Liangshan great power at any time. This is the geographical advantage, and this route of Liangshan must grasp the geographical advantage at all times.

  Ci San had been retreating, observing Liangshan all along. Although she didn't understand what the "Great Earth's Zither" was, she felt Liangshan's extremely relaxed yet extremely vigilant and full spiritual state, and even in his rapid footsteps, there wasn't a single flaw.

  The gate of Shengjian Hall is in sight, and the Four Seasons Flower Valley also appears in view. Liangshan's heart was overjoyed, and he let out a sigh of relief. Just then, a soft sword broke through the air and appeared.

  The stab was too accurate, and in that instant, a gap appeared in Liangshan's spiritual defense. He thought he had reached the safety of the mountain gate, but it was just this one moment. Liangshan reacted quickly, his body flashing with countless shadows, and the Wan Jian Tu map appeared in his mind.

  Liangshan sat in the sword mound for two days and two nights, remembering every single sword. The image of Wan Jian Tu appeared in his mind. Liangshan's body leaned to one side, his hand stretched out, his fingers like a sword tip, accurately plucking the soft and narrow sword body.

  A loud "hum" sound, the soft sword body bounced once, and the sword tip swept back with a "whoosh".

  The soft sword is like a spiritual snake, swift and mysterious.

  "Ding ding dang", swords, sword fingers, like two swords colliding.

  Ten thousand swords, with some being calm and composed, while others are perilous and precarious, it can be said that all situations of the sword have been portrayed.

  Ci San is a sword. She is a sword, sharp beyond compare.

  Every time he was hit, Liangshan's "sword" would break one. He had ten thousand swords, but it was clear that they wouldn't last until then. Every time a sword broke, he felt his whole body shaking with pain. If he had been in the hidden cave before, he would have fallen down long ago. Liangshan wanted to slip away quietly, but he knew that turning around would only make him die faster. Desperate, Liangshan gritted his teeth and exploded with energy, like a porcupine. When a porcupine gets angry, it's as if ten thousand swords are about to be unleashed.

  She had already seen Liangshan split in two with a corner of her mouth raised.

  It's over, Sanxin said. She was interested in the second half of the poem that Liangshan recited, and also hoped that Liangshan could become the Taishi Gong of assassins, but these thoughts disappeared when Jian Ruxing appeared.

  Under the attack of such a perverted woman, with a fierce breath, Liangshan's Yin Phosphorus Technique and Black Corpse Technique were unexpectedly unable to be displayed, and he was suffocated alive.

  Liáng Shān saw himself being beheaded, a scene that was only half a second away from actually happening. Suddenly, a layer of light rose up in Liáng Shān's eyes.

  I want to live!

  A faintly discernible excitement appeared on her normally calm face, she liked watching people's desperate struggle for survival before they died.

  Cool! This is the life of Sanji!

  "Ah!" Liangshan let out a furious roar. In his daze, he saw himself turn into a skeleton, the sword intent of the Wan Jian Tu all shattered, and with a wave of his hand, he pulled out one of his own ribs and stabbed it at Shi San.

  Bai Gu Jian Yi!

  Liáng Shān suddenly grasped his own White Bone Sword Intention at the critical moment of life and death.

  He was struck with great force and spat out a mouthful of blood as he flew backward.

  Liáng Shān still wanted to pounce forward, but felt his body and mind exhausted. Just now, he had concentrated nearly all his spirit into one sword move. Run! If not now, then when? Liáng Shān sprang up, like a startled bird.

  He fell to the ground with a thud, and wanted to punch Liangshan like before, but it was too late, he could only watch as Liangshan quickly turned into a black dot.

  What sword intent? The three faces revealed a look of surprise, and the old man's appearance, which was maintained by his true energy, could no longer be kept up. His skeleton returned to its original position, revealing a clear and elegant face.

  But said Liangshan arrived at Siji Valley, came down, did not think too much of a fuss. Liangshan turned his head and looked back, took a deep breath.

  Wore four seasons valley, back to the lower court, Liangshan didn't linger, went straight to the Merit Hall to hand in the task.

  Out of the Gongde Pavilion, Liangshan didn't rush back home and directly went to Hao's old residence.

  When they arrived at the gate of the thatched cottage, Liangshan was about to kneel down when he heard Old Hao say from inside, "Come in."

  Liangshan didn't hesitate, pushing the door open and entering. Hao Zhanglao was still as usual, lying on a recliner, looking listless with a wine gourd beside him. However, when Liangshan looked at Hao Zhanglao again, he found that he had changed from just a few days ago - every strand of his hair was like a sword, and his entire body was enveloped in a powerful sword aura.

  "Is the task completed?"

  Liangshan puffed out a breath and knelt down, saying: "It's done, Master."

  Hao Zhanglao sat up straight, his eyes gleaming like swords as he gazed at Liangshan. After a moment, he burst out laughing and said, "Good, you have a strong aura and insight. I'll take this disciple."

  Liangshan immediately knocked his head with a loud "crack".

  "Get up."

  Liáng Shān straightened up.

  Hao Zhang nodded and said: "The sword intent is good, go back to retreat for half a month, digest and absorb it well."

  Liáng Shān nodded.

  Liang Shan left, and Hao Zhang sat motionless in the room. The door opened, and sunlight slowly shifted away from him until it disappeared.

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