Everyone: I started with a mythical talent, and I killed a god with one sword

"Senior, remember what I said before, I came to explore the essence of swordsmanship." Su Ming said with a serious face.

"I am not the kind of cultivator who knows nothing about swordsmanship."

"I... am a sword cultivator, and I have already achieved something."

"This exploration of the essence of swordsmanship does not have to start from scratch, but I want you to give me some pointers based on my current situation."

As he said this, Su Ming showed the Ronghai Sword Box behind him.

This sword box is black jade in color, with wave-like ocean patterns on it, which looks extremely transparent, restrained, and of good quality.

Immediately, Su Ming put his hand together with the sword finger and shook it suddenly.

The golden scale spirit fish sword wrapped around the sword box behind him swam out of the air and fell into his hand.

He waved it lightly and activated the skill [Transparent Sword Intention].

Under the blessing of the clear sword intent, Su Ming's sword intent was pure and clear, leaving a straight mark on the ground.

Xiang Wuhui was shocked when he saw this scene.

His hands, which were drinking, could not help but stop.

He thought that in the world where the demon race targeted sword cultivators, these intruders could not be sword cultivators, so he was too lazy to teach them from scratch.

Moreover, there were only one person who was suitable for learning sword. Among these intruders, there was almost no good seedling for learning sword. The probability was too low.

Therefore, he did not want to give Su Ming and his party a chance at all.

But Su Ming was born a sword cultivator!

Moreover, this young man was such a talented sword cultivator.

At the age of 20, he had already reached the realm of the Venerable! !

This gave Xiang Wuhui hope.

Under the suppression of the demon race, the human race could still give birth to a sword cultivator!

This means that the vitality of the human race is extremely tough, stronger than he imagined.

This kind of toughness has another nice name.

Hope.

This great hope is not the hope of one person or one sect, but the hope of the entire human race.

In his old and turbid eyes, a little bit of moving light emerged.

"Hehe... Hehe..." He smiled softly.

"Hahaha."

"Hahahahahahaha!"

The old sword master laughed wildly, and his eyes were red.

"Brother, you are smarter than I thought!"

He couldn't help but raise his head and howl.

"In that situation, you actually had time to be distracted and leave a talisman restriction on the formation that only sword cultivators can enter. You really don't want to disappoint me."

"Hahaha!" He laughed like a child, and his face was a little crazy.

The old sword master didn't care about his image at all. The sect's clothes were covered with dust and he wore them like an old beggar.

Even his hair was messy.

In front of these juniors, he seemed out of tune, a bit crazy, willful, and a bit neurotic.

This shows how unruly his character is.

Then he restrained his smile, and his temperament completely changed.

He suddenly raised his head and drank a mouthful of wine, spitting it out.

The wine mist turned into countless sword qi and shot over.

At the same time, he pulled out the wooden sword behind him and waved it gently.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

Countless sword qi that was invisible to the naked eye spread and slashed, flashing away.

All the sword mark cages surrounding everyone instantly shattered and disintegrated, and the sword qi offset each other, turning into pure spiritual energy and dissipating in the world.

Seeing this operation, Yan Ze's eyes were shocked.

Jiang Yunqing couldn't help but take a step back.

The close contact with the sword energy was so terrifying that she felt her mind was about to be torn apart.

The old sword master of the semi-saint level, and also the deputy elite, must be far more powerful than the semi-saint masters among the job-changers.

Facing such a master, anyone would be terrified!

After Xiang Wuhui unlocked the sword mark cage, he stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept over everyone.

"Boy, are there any sword cultivators among your friends?"

Su Ming shook his head.

"They are not sword cultivators, but I am one."

Xiang Wuhui nodded, without disappointment on his face.

Under the suppression of the demon race, he was already satisfied to have a talented swordsman come here.

"Boy, what's your name?" He stepped forward, came to Su Ming, and asked in a serious voice.

Su Ming didn't even frown when he smelled the alcohol on Senior Xiang.

Because Senior Xiang had been waiting here alone for many years to protect the human race.

Such a swordsman deserves his respect.

"Junior Su Ming." Su Ming said.

"Su Ming?"

Xiang Wuhui frowned slightly, closed his eyes, and paced back and forth.

It was as if he was carefully savoring the deep meaning of this name.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and it seemed that two rays of light shot straight into the sky.

"Good!"

He clapped his hands in praise.

"Good name!"

"Too sharp..."

"Too free and easy..."

"Too sharp!"

He stared at Su Ming, his eyes changing, his expression complicated.

"No matter the pronunciation or the writing, it is a very suitable name for a swordsman!"

"It sounds much better than my Xiang Wuhui! "

He laughed three times, his voice was hoarse, but extremely heroic.

Then his fingers trembled as if he was calculating something, and the surrounding spiritual energy also changed, rotated, and danced with his fingers.

Finally, the spiritual energy of the earth gathered into an extremely complex formation, floating in the air, with some spiritual talismans rotating in it.

Su Ming, Yan Ze, Ji Yao and others behind him were all shocked when they saw this scene.

Half-saint... worthy of being a half-saint.

With just one skill, he has such power.

Xiang Wuhui looked at the battle formation diagram, and suddenly he seemed to be enlightened. He restrained his calculation method and nodded.

"So that's it."

He grinned, making people feel very friendly.

This half-saint of swordsmanship has extraordinary strength, but he has never been arrogant.

"My son, you can tell a lot from a person's name."

"After my calculation, I know the swordsmanship path that suits you best."

"That is... killing!"

Su Ming was shocked.

This calculation is too... too accurate, isn't it?

He is a killing god, but he was almost calculated out.

If Xiang Wuhui's Taoism was a little more advanced, would he be calculated out as an outsider, not a cultivator from this world?

The various methods of the Shushan Sword Sect are so profound that they even have methods for calculating the earth.

Thinking of this, Su Ming's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

But on the surface, he was still calm and composed.

"Well, your calculations are indeed not bad. I have really fought my way up."

"The resources in this world are limited. If not, I would not be able to rise from obscurity." Su Ming said seriously.

He nodded to Wuhui and smiled lightly.

"Oh, okay."

"The way of swordsmanship is the one that focuses on killing. You are born to be suitable for the way of killing, plus you have the talent for swordsmanship."

"Tsk tsk..."

"It is not impossible for you to surpass my senior brother in swordsmanship in the future!" Endless expectations emerged in his eyes.

He restrained his smile and said seriously.

"My dear, I want to teach you swordsmanship!"

Xiang Wuhui was a man of arbitrary character. He did not give Su Ming any chance to refuse. He was extremely domineering!

His words were not a question, but an announcement.

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