Chapter 4 Character Relationships in Wuxia Novels Part 3: The Challenger and the Challenged

Looking at the strange card on the case, his fingers gently stroked the spine of the sword. It was a world-renowned good sword. The blade was narrow and thin. A heart-piercing coolness quickly spread from the fingertips all over the body.The sword body is a light blue color that is almost transparent. It is fine steel that has been tempered thousands of times, and only this kind of fine steel can make this sword so sharp. He slowly took a breath, flicked his wrist lightly, and the blade of the sword immediately made a soft humming sound. At this time, he always tilted his head slightly, listening to the strange sound coming from the blade. The sound, it was the sword speaking to him, he kept thinking like this in his heart.

The sword has been united not only with his life, but also with his honor.With this sword and the swordsmanship he had practiced for nearly ten years in the deep mountains and swamps, he defeated the swordsman who had the title of the best sword in the world at that time, and transferred the title of the best sword in the world to himself. The number one sword in the world is the honor that any swordsman can only dream of!Not just an honor, but a substance.His swordsmanship is the best in the world, up and down the river, north and south of the river, at the foot of Tianshan Mountain, and on the coast of the East China Sea, no one does not know him and his sword, no one does not respect him, no one does not bow his head in front of him, and no one does not have to envy She looked at him reverently.He didn't even need to make another move. The competition ten years ago established his position as the number one sword in the world. In the future, unless someone is willing to die under his sword, why should he make another move.

After ten years, he straightened his waist in satisfaction, stretched out his finger and flicked on the sword, the language of the sword changed, and it became a clear and distant long chant, which sounded refreshing. When the swordsmith presented this sword in front of him ten years ago, he took it, and his first movement was like that. He stretched out his finger and flicked on the sword, and he immediately understood the blade. Sent language: I am a good sword!A good sword and good swordsmanship can make you the best sword in the world! At that time, he asked the swordsmith: How long does it take to cast such a good sword?

The swordsmith replied: Ten years. He asked again: In another ten years, will the sword you cast be better than this one? The swordsmith thought about it: maybe it is better, maybe not as good, as a swordsmith, I always hope that the swords I cast are worse than the other. He seemed to be listening to the swordsmith's answer attentively, and he also seemed to be satisfied with the swordsmith's answer, and the sword in his hand had already trembled with the vibration of his wrist. When a large piece of eye-catching sword flowers covered the swordsmith, the swordsmith's expression was surprisingly calm.

The sword flower disappeared, and the tip of the sword froze six inches into the swordsmith's throat, just at the back of his neck, a shining point of the sword appeared, piercing through the swordsmith's neck. There can be no better sword than this sword, he wants to have the best sword in the world, he wants to be the number one sword in the world! The swordsmith who was hit by the sword fell down, blood spurted from his neck, but he was still trying to blink, as if he wanted to say something, but he turned around and strode away without looking back. Since then, he has been striding forward. One year later, in the traditional competition for the title of "No. At that moment, he and his opponent stared at each other at close range for a very short time. He believed that his eyes were full of murderous intent, and there was no part of his body that was not bursting with strength. Victory His radiance is like air, filling his surroundings and becoming the source of his life.

But what he didn't understand was why the opponent who was hit by the sword didn't feel the sorrow of failure at all, and didn't tremble with death at all. Instead, he opened his eyes very flat, even slowly and naturally let out his last breath, and then He made a look to him that he didn't understand all the time, closed his eyes leisurely, let go of the fingers holding the sword, let the sword fall to the ground, and almost fell to the ground leisurely. He didn't have the opportunity to study the phenomena he didn't understand. The cheers from hundreds of masters from various sects made him know that he had ascended to the throne of the best sword in the world. Who would study a loser on the verge of death? What about the previous little moves?

Ten years!He lightly squeezed his fingertips to make the blade bend slightly, and then let go, and the language that the sword uttered when it was straightening lingered in his ears, it was extremely beautiful. He opened the co-authored invitation with the tip of his sword. The handwriting on the invitation was arrogant and agitated. At a glance, he knew that it was written by a young man. It was the same as the challenge letter he wrote to his opponent ten years ago. Books are arrogant, thinking that they will win! This is the first time he has been challenged in ten years, and he breathed a sigh of relief: This day has finally come, there will always be someone, someone will definitely challenge the world's number one sword, the challenger back then will definitely become the challenged, He had been waiting for ten years, and he couldn't wait any longer!

Traditional location, traditional spectators, traditional full moon night, unreserved attack, unreserved fighting, the opponent is young and has a good sword, which seems to be better than his sword, and then, everything suddenly Standing still, he felt a chill in his heart, and the opponent's sword had pierced his heart. He breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his hand, and felt the relief in his heart that he finally no longer needed to hold the sword. In his whole life, he had never enjoyed such a sense of relaxation. The No. 1 Sword in the World is much better!He dropped his hands and sword; he closed his eyes and fell down.

At that moment, he understood why his opponent's expressions and actions that he didn't understand when he won that year.