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"Master, is he okay?" Aaron's voice said.

Ryan said calmly: "He is dead."

Aaron in the square was shocked, and his expression turned dark immediately.

"That's it." He lowered his head bitterly.

Ryan said dissatisfied: "I really don't understand. Master values ​​you the most. I didn't expect that after you left, you didn't even go back to see him!"

"I have my own things to do. By the way, senior brother, what have you been doing lately? Are you still a wanderer?" Aaron looked up at him.

He pulled out the iron sword from his waist and said with a sinister look, "Stop making false greetings. You understand the rules. There can only be one sword ghost in this world.

That sword should be mine. "

Aaron slowly pulled out the ordinary cross iron sword from behind, "You have misunderstood Master. Even if you get the sword, it will be of no use. Trust me."

"I don't care about this. As long as I defeat you, I will be the new sword demon."

Ryan scolded and stepped forward with his sword.

Aaron took a deep breath and swung his sword to meet the attack.

The sword blades collided, causing sparks to form from the friction.

The two figures overlapped, dodged, slashed, and finally staggered away from each other.

Both sides use the most common iron swords. They only compete for strength and do not rely on external objects.

The sword blade swept across, and Aaron lowered his body to dodge.

His body was like a spring, bending downward and then swinging forward violently, impacting and slashing.

The sword that Ryan was swinging was suddenly swung away by him.

So Ryan chose to dodge and retreat slightly, blocking the attack while skillfully removing the opponent's power.

He swung the sword blade and swung around quickly.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Aaron put his sword back on the crossbar and stopped after a brief confrontation.

It was just a simple warm-up, and the two moved away from each other regularly.

The fight between speed-style swordsmen only takes a split second. They each assume a posture to draw their swords, intending to decide the outcome with one move.

The wind blew.

The two of them struck at the same time, one drew his sword and slashed from behind, the other drew his sword and slashed from the waist.

Both sides ejected, and the sword blades collided at the same time.

In an instant, the shadow of the sword flashed like a candle blown by strong wind, and the crisp sound of iron collisions echoed continuously.

In just a few seconds, Aaron swung the iron sword more than 70 times. The naked eye could only capture a blurry afterimage, mixed with fierce impact and wind, sweeping past.

The two sides were once again staggered, back to back.

"呲呲呲!"

The armor on his body suddenly tore apart and turned into fragments, stained red with the splattered blood.

He was defeated, his face was full of astonishment and shock, and his blue pupils trembled slightly.

At that moment, his body was scratched by dozens of sword shadows, so fast that his brain could not immediately feel the pain.

"This is what master taught... Hundred Blade Slash, you, you have reached the sect level!" Aaron's incredible voice.

Ryan turned around, the sword blade in his hand was not stained with blood, "Yes, little junior brother, you just slashed 72 swords, and I slashed a hundred swords, to offset the ones that blocked your attack, there are still thirty If the sword hits you impartially, you lose."

Aaron coughed up blood, "I'm convinced, senior brother."

Ryan's eyes flickered, "You should call me Sword Demon."

He raised the blade of the sword above his head and sighed: "There can only be one successor to Kidō swordsmanship. You are the most valued disciple of the master. You should make up for the regret of not taking care of him after your death."

After saying that, he swung the sword down without hesitation, and the sword energy penetrated Aaron's body and crushed his heart.

Aaron's face showed pain, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he fell to the ground.

After doing this, Ryan took back the iron sword and couldn't help laughing loudly, "Hahahaha, Master, is this your preferred disciple? It's nothing more than that.

So what if he has learned one-third of your abilities? So what if he is gifted.

In the end, I’m not the one who can help you avenge you?

The next target is the Sword Demon, I will kill him personally! "

Thinking of the time when his master, Sword Demon, was seriously injured by the sword demon and gave Aaron a separate instruction in front of him, thus indifference to his eldest disciple, Ryan felt very unhappy, and his anger and jealousy were vented by him.

Aaron's corpse was allowed to be pierced and trampled by him without any regard for the emotions of his fellow disciples, and some were just deeply jealous.

In fact, the reason why he was able to defeat Aaron was that when he returned to the valley, he found a sword manual in his master's seclusion.

He didn't know whether the master was dead or not, but based on the previous physical condition of the other party, he felt that the arrogant old man was probably dead. He just didn't want the disciple to see the desolate look of him dying alone when he went back. .

Every snowy night, he would kneel outside the wooden house, begging the old man inside to accept him as his disciple, until his knees grew frostbite, his body became as stiff as a piece of wood, and he almost froze to death.

The old man was willing to come out and take him in with an expressionless face, but he did not teach him swordsmanship.

After that, he helped the old man with chores and worked hard without complaint. He persisted for four full years before he gained the old man's trust and taught him two simple sword techniques.

Although he only had two moves, he worked hard and practiced repeatedly day and night.

Just when his behavior was praised by the old man, a blond boy who lived here and begged for food suddenly replaced his position in the old man's heart.

The reason given by the old man was that this blond boy had deep hatred in his eyes and was the most suitable person to practice ghost swordsmanship.

Ryan found this all ridiculous.

Why should he be caught from behind?

Why did the blond boy get a total of seven sword skills, which was more than three times as many as him.

He never understood why.

The more swordsmanship you know, the stronger your natural strength will be.

He admitted that this blond boy who came from behind was very talented and worked hard, but if he could be taught a few more sword skills.

He believes that he will be able to defeat the opponent.

But the blond boy who could have continued to learn more tricks actually left without saying hello at the critical moment.

Why is that?

Obviously this is the opportunity that he has longed for, but it seems so worthless in the eyes of the other party.

He worked hard for four years to learn more sword moves, but the blond boy got this opportunity easily, which made him feel greatly unfair.

He hates and also doesn't understand why the master is so partial.

He is obviously not inferior to that blond boy.

Now that he has done it, the old man will be amazed and regret it, right?

In fact, nothing matters anymore.

He is the new sword demon, and his master is no longer here, so everything seems meaningless.

"Hello, Lord Ryan, the city lord hopes that you can go to her palace."

"Yeah, I understand. Please lead the way. By the way, ask someone to dispose of this body. You can feed it to dogs or pigs."

Ryan's tone was cold, and he went to the palace under the leadership of the maid.

Aaron, on the other hand, was carried and thrown into the river outside the city less than 10 minutes later. Where he floated to was unknown.