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Chapter 559
boom!
The muffled sound of flesh and blood followed, but even so, the woman playing the piano still handed it out with one palm.

It happened to hit Xu Ming's body, and the relentless fight between the two eventually ended in a loss for both.

Both of them flew upside down like rags and sacks. While covering her chest, the woman playing the qin also used the Tongyou ancient sword in her hand to support the ground, but what she got in return was that the sword edge drew a very deep line on the ground. And shocking traces.

Xu Ming didn't have a stone knife in his hand, so there was no need to do this.

His body is the best weapon, this point seems to have no need to prove.

To be able to compete with the Tongyou ancient sword with ordinary flesh and blood fingers is already terrifying enough.

But even so, Xu Ming was seriously injured at the moment.

Without the blessing of cultivation, it seems that the Alchemy of Fortune can only be regarded as an ordinary skill.

The only thing that can be relied on seems to be burning blood, and the effect produced by burning blood is not as good as before.

But no matter what, driven by this kind of life-and-death struggle, Xu Ming's perception of the way of the sword has skyrocketed in a terrifying way.

Although he was scarred and scarred, what he gained at this moment was much more than what he lost.

At this moment, the blood spilled from the corner of the blind woman's mouth has not been wiped off, but the hideous wound on her chest and abdomen seems to have cut off the woman's vitality.

Seeing this, Xu Ming spoke slowly.

"Senior, you had a chance to escape"

"Hmph, senior, it's really a strange and yearning title."

"You are indeed different from the previous ones, maybe you may really be the first among us to walk out of this dead place"

Xu Ming seemed to be no stranger to the words of the woman playing the piano.

Everyone he met in this mountain of swords had such an attitude of seeing death as home.

And when Xu Ming's eyes were looking at the Tongyou ancient sword, the girl playing the zither was blind, but she spoke with a feeling in her heart.

"As you can imagine, the sword in my hand is not the real Tongyou Ancient Sword"

It turned out that after Xu Mingji's own understanding of the way of the sword and his fleshly body tempered by burning blood, he handed out that palpitating finger.

There was actually a tiny crack on the body of the Tongyou ancient sword. No matter how strong Xu Ming's physical body was, he couldn't cause such damage to this legendary famous sword.

The woman playing the piano chuckled, and with a flick of her wrist, the ancient sword that was full of palpitations sank to the bottom and turned into nothing.

And at the moment when the Tongyou ancient sword turned into nothing, the woman playing the piano also turned around and walked slowly into the darkness.

In the panic, bursts of clear and pleasant Guqin sound came slowly.

But this time, instead of pushing Xu Ming into a desperate situation like before, Xu Ming felt enlightened.

At this moment, Xu Ming also breathed a sigh of relief, sitting on the ground and let out a long sigh.

Three thrilling life-and-death battles in a row, both physically and psychologically, were pushed to the limit.

Although his understanding of the way of the sword has increased a lot, but at this moment his state is already unable to cope with the next death fight.

At this moment, Chen Xue, who was trapped in the Beacon Fire Temple and could not get out, also said anxiously.

"Xu Ming, are you okay?"

Naturally, Xu Ming could hear the long-lost concern from Chen Xue's mouth. While feeling warm in his heart, he wiped the blood from his mouth vigorously, and said immediately.

"It's nothing serious, it's just a small injury."

Flesh injury?

Not only Chen Xue didn't believe these four words, but even Zhao Ziming, who was enslaved by Xu Ming, didn't believe it.

Just by looking at it with his eyes, he is enough to feel the thrill of these three death battles.

Thinking about it, if it was me, I am afraid that I would be dead and could not die anymore.

Think about it, suddenly being deprived of the self-cultivation that he had just acquired through hard work, and he hadn't gotten used to it, but he met such three masters with different styles one after another.

Those who don't agree with each other will fight to the death and use all means.

Under the destructive front of the lingering knife light, one wrong step is often an abyss from which there is no turning back.

With such a suffocating sense of oppression, Xu Ming can still find a way out of this seemingly hopeless dead end, which Zhao Ziming admires from the bottom of his heart.

Because of the method of enslavement, he also recognized from the bottom of his heart this master who seemed to be the same as his cultivation level but was very different.

At this moment, Xu Ming was sitting on the cold ground, with the melodious and melodious sound of Guqin echoing in his ears.

Constantly digesting and comprehending his perception of Dao of the Sword and the unknown prototype of the Dao of the Sword.

After a while, Xu Ming, who had adjusted his energy to the best, also stood up suddenly.

While standing up, he shook off the frozen blood scabs on his body.

The reason why Xu Ming stood up was not only that his injuries were no longer hindered, but more importantly, a strong crisis seemed to be approaching step by step in the darkness in front of him.

Since this was the fourth person he had to face, Xu Ming naturally didn't know where the end of the so-called mountain of swords was.

But relying on the old saying that soldiers come to cover up water and earth, he can only walk step by step into the darkness as far as he can see.

Following Xu Ming's footsteps, everything he saw suddenly became brighter.

Different from the three people he met before, the scene in front of him was somewhat similar to the small courtyard before.

Although there is no thatched hut, an old man in coir raincoat is leisurely fishing beside a small pool.

I saw a long string as thin as a hair hanging from a fishing rod made of bamboo.

It seems that it has been some time since the long line submerged in the lake.

This scene was beyond Xu Ming's expectations. It was different from the life-and-death fight where there was no disagreement. Xu Ming couldn't bear to break such an extremely peaceful scene.

But while he was hesitating in place, he saw ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the water.

Apparently there was a fish biting the bait!

And the old fisherman was also unambiguous, with a light flick of his wrist, the fishing rod and fishing line seemed to be alive, like a pair of big hands pulling the creature under the water up.

Immediately, with a single arm move, the old man completely pulled the strange fish, which was covered in gold and had a streak of red thread, out of the water.

The strange fish also landed beside the old man in the bamboo basket woven with trick bamboo, but at this time its hoarse but full of spirit sounded in Xu Ming's ear.

"Young man, after watching for so long, don't you want to try it out?"

Just as Xu Ming wanted to say no, the old man moved his feet and there was a sound of piercing through the air, and a fishing rod made of bamboo pierced through the air like a sharp sword.

Xu Ming used it to help, although he couldn't see what kind of medicine was sold in the old man's gourd.

But at the moment he is doing as the Romans do, but he doesn't seem to know how to fish.
This scene fell into the eyes of the old man, and a strange smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

(End of this chapter)