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Volume 1 Chapter 39 The Swordsman Who Buys Life

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    White elves danced in the air, bringing unprecedented extreme cold.

    In such a deep winter season, Chen Shaobai was wearing a simple cotton-padded jacket, and the long sword in his hand waved out streaks of dark green brilliance in the air. The sword beams formed a large net, and there was not a single snowflake within one foot of his body.

    The sound of the piano and flute beside his ears gradually became melodious, causing his mind to fall into tranquility, and his movements slowed down and stopped.

    ??The mind is quiet, the body is quiet, and the sword is quiet.

    Soon, his shoulders and long hair were covered with snow, but Chen Shaobai ignored it and closed his eyes tightly, seeming to be thinking about something.

    Suddenly, he moved.

    First, the whole body was stiff with the long sword for a moment, just like the sword holder in the sculpture. The sword and the body were one. Then the whole body suddenly disappeared, and Wanzai in his hand turned into a green thunder and exploded on the ground.

    Boom!

    A small storm blew up three and a half feet in front, and in an instant, all the flying snow over the pond was wiped out.

    Once this move is performed, it actually has the power to change the celestial phenomena. Although it is only limited to a corner, it is far beyond the limit of a normal human individual.

    Miraculously, this sudden burst of thunder did not disrupt the piano and flute ensemble, but smoothly integrated into the beat, seeming to be part of the music.

    "Finally, I can fully control it. Let's call it the Exploding Sword Gang." Chen Shaobai's eyes held a hint of Chicheng's joy. Every step he made in the way of the sword gave him great satisfaction.

    In this move, he trained Ji Lei and Xuanji to the peak, and then combined it with Chen Kuangyin's overlapping waves to create a clever Jian Gang change move, actively detonating the Jian Gang, just like suddenly letting go of the air that has been compressed to the extreme.  From the previous simple strong wind, the power suddenly increased by more than three times.

    But at the same time, practicing this move is also very harmful to the sword. At least when Chen Shaobai is unable to cover the sword spine with the sword steel, every time he uses it, it will cause damage to the long sword.

    "If you hold an ordinary hundred-refined sword and use it, the sword will be completely destroyed in just one time. Even a three-thousand-skill wind-cutting sword will have some flaws every time you use it.

    With Chen Shaobai's madness in sword training, it takes less than three days to destroy a sword that will go down in history. Therefore, he put down the Taizhong early and replaced it with Wanzai, which has the self-repairing function.

    But in this way, the consumption of mignonette fruit will be greater.

    Executing the Explosive Sword Gang obviously consumes more physical energy than usual. With just one stab of the sword, the blood all over Chen Shaobai's body began to boil. The sudden rise in temperature melted the white snow falling on his body and soaked his clothes.  Snow mixed with sweat passed into the nose, carrying a salty and sweet smell.

    But he didn't care about this. He sat directly on the ground, placed Wanzai across his knees, closed his eyes and thought about it, thinking about how to perfect the Explosive Sword Gang.

    The white snow fell on the jade-green sword body, gradually melting away and wiping away the scorch marks that had just appeared on it.

    A quarter of an hour later, with the rhythm lingering in his ears, Chen Shaobai opened his eyes and saw Wanzai restored to his original state.

    Over the past five days, he has long been accustomed to such magical phenomena. Although he does not understand the secret, he is happy to save a few mignonette fruits.

    "Does the snow in this world have special effects on wooden items?" There is not enough time and resources to conduct experiments, so this speculation can naturally be postponed indefinitely.

    Shaking his head to get rid of these distracting thoughts, Chen Shaobai walked into the side room, informed Miao Yuqin and Xiaoyao, and left the courtyard.

    This is the sixth day that Xiaoyao has lived here, and it is also the last round of Osmanthus fragrans sword discussion.

    Chen Shaobai¡¯s opponent in the previous round was a young man who had just stepped into the realm of swordsman. Even using the sword required a long time to build up momentum, so he gently and skillfully placed the opponent¡¯s sword Tan Fei and Wanzai across his neck.

    With an overwhelming victory, the young man who was lucky enough to reach the semi-finals had no intention of dissatisfaction and simply gave up.  The difference between the two was too great, which saved them from having to kill each other.

    ¡°Perhaps because it hasn¡¯t snowed in many years, people are hiding in their homes to keep warm, and there are very few people walking on the street, making it seem a bit cold and lonely.

    ¡°Creak, creak¡­

    The black-headed and white-soled climbing shoes under his feet stepped on the snow, making a lovely sound, which was quite interesting. Chen Shaobai buried his head and concentrated on stepping on the snow. Suddenly his ears twitched slightly, and he stood on the spot, slowly.  Slowly pull out the waist for thousands of years.

    Snapped!  Snapped!  Snapped!

    After the clear sound of applause came through the wind and snow, a middle-aged man in black, holding his sword, slowly walked out from the gap between the two houses.  Even on this cold winter day, the clothes on his body are still thin.Before the flying snow could fall on the body, it was completely melted away by the extremely high body temperature escaping.

    "Chen Shaobai, you are very good. You have touched the realm of a swordsman before you were crowned. You are also vigilant enough. If you had not met me, given time, you could even become a swordsman and get a glimpse of the immortal way. Unfortunately, you have to do it today.  Fell here."

    Chen Shaobai did not answer. He stared coldly at the man's palm - there was no white cocoon at all, and it was as pink and white as a baby.

    "Like Chen Kuangyin, he is a strong swordsman!"

    Although neither of them had taken action yet, a strong sense of death was already filling the air, and the surrounding temperature seemed to be even lower.

    He had never taken any chances in the first place, so he had already anticipated the foreplay of the end of the Osmanthus and Sword discussion, so he didn¡¯t think it was too sudden: ¡°Is it Zhao Sixie¡¯s people, or Xu Chen¡¯s people?¡±

    Zhao Sixie is the head of the Zhao family, and Xu Chen is Chen Chong¡¯s mother. Chen Shaobai kills people without any calculation, but these two are the only ones who have the ability to recruit strong swordsmen.

    "Hahaha, why not tell you? I am a guest of the Zhao family, but I have also accepted Xu Chen's bounty. No matter who I am, I must kill you today! The feeling of killing a genius is so wonderful"

    Although the middle-aged man in black was a little arrogant, he didn't talk too much. When he saw Chen Shaobai unsheathing the long sword in his hand, he immediately staggered his steps like a plow, crossed the gap at lightning speed, and stabbed Chen Shaobai with his sword.

    The swordsman's body is extremely powerful. Although Chen Shaobai has made great progress in the past few days, it was not until the sword came within an inch of his chest that the opponent's figure barely formed a picture on his retina.

    The jet of sword energy had even pierced the cotton-padded clothes. His pupils suddenly shrank into dangerous needle-like shapes, and his blood boiled like a burning fire. His reaction speed immediately increased by a notch.

    What about the swordsman?  Let you feel my tricks to push the bottom of the box!

    Chen Shaobai's right foot stamped on the ground fiercely, like a steel support. His whole body showed a perfect and stable shape. His body was stiff with swords, his waist was in one piece, his spine was pushed inch by inch, and his strength penetrated.

    The figure disappeared, and the sword in his hand exploded into a blue thunder.

    Explosive Sword Gang!

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