my infinite personality

The sword is long and narrow, and it is ground on eight sides. It is the sword of the Han people and the sword of the sergeant.

Gein chivalrous swords are mostly ground on four sides, which is lighter and easier to hold in the hand.But the eight-faced Han sword is different. Generally speaking, the eight-faced Han sword is thicker than the four-sided sword, and it feels more dignified. Of course, it is also stronger than the four-faced sword.

Especially in battle on the battlefield, armor needs to be broken, so the Han swords held by sergeants are basically eight-sided long swords.

And what the young man holds in his hand is such a heavy and majestic Eight-faced Han Sword that is more than one meter long.

Seeing the young man holding a long sword, the eyes of the man running the furthest showed despair, because there was a vicious tiger in front and a hungry wolf in the back, and his life was at stake.

But a long arrow was faster and faster than the running man. The meteor-like arrow shot straight at the young man holding the sword with a whizzing sound of piercing through the air.

And the Sui sergeant who did this didn't care at all, and shouted instead.

"Shoot! Shoot!!"

It turned out that they fell in love with Li Lin's horse, so they wanted to grab the horse.

The fierce arrows are not as precise as the Goguryeo people, but they are more numerous and cover a wider area.

After realizing that the comer was not good, the young man immediately smashed the horse under his crotch and rushed towards the opponent.

Deliberately using the armor on his body to fight against the incoming bows and arrows, the first few arrows were directly inserted into the young man's armor, even the young man was hit in the chest by an arrow, but because of the barrier of the armor, it did not penetrate deep into the flesh.

Seeing the young man hit by an arrow, a group of soldiers laughed even more wantonly, but they didn't notice it.

The opponent is already closer!

"not good."

When the first soldier in the rush realized that something was wrong, it was already too late.The sweeping spear was dodged by the young man who was bending over, but in an instant the backhand sword cut off the horse's head and the man on the horse.

At this moment, another Sui soldier was also approaching, and his spear was shining with a cold star, and he stabbed at Li Lin.But he slapped the horse hard, but the young man rose from the air, and then the long sword directly smashed the opponent's spear.

Following the exquisite trajectory of the blade, the broken spear directly penetrated the soldier's body, and then plunged into the fertile ground.

Although compared with Goguryeo's armored soldiers, they have better equipment and more people, but they are...weaker!

Grabbing the broken spear, the young man with black hair danced wildly, broke through the formation on his own, and blood flew.

Sword, what is it?

Some people say that the sword is a symbol of a gentleman and a king.

In particular, the eight-faced Han sword has always emphasized straightness and uprightness. In the traditional consciousness, not only people must behave uprightly, but even the sword must be upright.Therefore, the sword of the Eight-faced Han Dynasty is straight, and the blade is extended by two degrees of arcs.

Therefore, it can be said that the Eight-faced Han Sword very accurately represents the style of Chinese Confucian culture, gentleness, humility, and outer circle and inner square, and the "hidden" and "displayed" contained in it are the essence of this.

But in the eyes of the youth, the only function of the sword is to kill people!Weapons are meant to kill! !And swordsmanship is the skill used to kill people! ! !

In this strange world, only by relying on the sword in his hand can he win a chance for himself.

Live by the sword, die by the sword, that's all.

At this moment, the swordsman was surrounded by three or four cavalrymen holding long spears. The young man held a sword in one hand and a spear in the other. Piercing through the head of a soldier, the galloping horse carried the headless body and continued running for a long time before stopping.

Seeing that the young man was trapped, two more soldiers surrounded him from the left and right, and then stabbed their spears at the same time, stabbing the man with one spear and the horse with the other.

"Drink!"

With a deep shout, the two soldiers only felt a strong attack, and the spears they stabbed were caught by the other's armpits.

Turning the whole body directly, the two spears broke with the sound, and the two soldiers also fell off the horse, and the skin and flesh of their hands were all torn alive.

At the same time, the epee in his hand was flipped against the two armored soldiers who were stabbing straight ahead. The blade tore the spearhead and shaft, and two big heads flew up in a blink of an eye.

It seemed a long time to say it, but the young man beheaded six or seven knights in just three breaths.

Seeing how fierce the young man was, the rest of the knights immediately ran away, not caring about their comrades, and even going in completely different directions.

Breathing out a breath like a long white dragon, Li Lin looked at the scattered horses and the corpses on the horses, and looked at the two soldiers who were panicking under the horses.

"Why did you attack me?" the young man asked the two soldiers.

The two soldiers faltered, and after three breaths, the soldier on the left came out and shouted.

"We thought you were from Goguryeo, we thought you were from Goguryeo!"

"By the way, we thought you were from Goguryeo, yes, that's it..." the soldier on the right also said hastily.

........

Hearing the words of the two soldiers, the young man lowered his eyebrows.

Seeing that the young man seemed to believe their words, the two soldiers looked at each other secretly, feeling that they had escaped by luck.

But a sword light suddenly lit up, and the head of the soldier on the left with a lucky smile on his face flew up, and large streams of blood gushed out from his broken body.

The long sword dripping blood, the head of Guizhou fleeing for his life, the sergeant playing with his life at will...

It turned out there was no difference,

Whether it is Sui people or Goguryeo people, on the snowy field, the only thing they can rely on is the sword in their hands.

After all, there is only one sword, one sword!

Chapter 450 The Mysterious Swordsman

Chapter 453 Chapter 450 The Mysterious Swordsman

Early in the morning, foggy, dense fog.

Li Lin pushed open the window of his small room, and the milky white fog floated in like catkins, blowing on his face.

The road from Liaodong to Luoyang is long and uneven.

But the road is not peaceful, the swordsman will not be hungry, because he holds the sword, and the person holding the sword is often more likely to kill.

In this way, the fame of the swordsman spread. In the past three months, he had defeated three long-renowned swordsmen in the rivers and lakes.

He has no interest in being famous and famous, and he also has no special interest in killing people.

But in this world, there will always be unfaithful people who can't be killed. When a sword is pierced into their throat, and the blood blossoms under the sword, if you can see the brilliance of that moment, you will know There is nothing like that kind of beauty.

Therefore, for the incomparably brilliant brilliance, he can grit his teeth and endure all poverty and hunger.

Walking out the door, the inn in the small town is not very big. At this time, it is full of tourists from south to north, and it seems extremely crowded and lively.

Dugu Jian asked Xiao Er for three steamed buns and a chicken, and slowly ate the crispy fried chicken. He ate it carefully, chewing every bone until it was smashed and swallowed.It stands to reason that someone as noble as him shouldn't be so stingy, but the swordsman at this moment is indeed very poor.

But no matter who kills someone, there will be more or less trouble, and now the trouble has come...

A person stood at the door of the inn. This person was thin and tall, with high cheekbones, and a pair of very big hands. These big hands held a steel gun, a long gun made of fine steel.

"Did you know? Some people can't be killed, let alone die. If they die, many people will be unlucky." The man stepped forward and sat in front of the swordsman, and said to the swordsman who bowed his head and ate chicken.

His tone was very regretful, as if he was about to do something that would make him very unhappy.

Dugu Jian continued to eat the chicken with his head down, eating a mouthful of rice, eating slowly.

The middle-aged man was not anxious, but waited patiently for the swordsman to finish eating.

This middle-aged man with gorgeous clothes and neat grooming thinks that people can die in any way, but they should not die of starvation.

Even if it is the government, before they die, they let the condemned prisoners have a full meal.

"Do you drink?" The middle-aged man ordered a jug of good wine, and then asked for two glasses.

The swordsman neither looked up nor stopped.

He slowly finished the last two mouthfuls of rice in the bowl before putting down his chopsticks and looking at the middle-aged man.

"I don't drink." The swordsman said word for word without the slightest smile on his face.

"If you don't drink, then you really have lost a great enjoyment in life." The middle-aged man sighed. "You should drink wine at least once and enjoy the bliss in the world."

"Have you ever prostituted?"

"No."

"Then I invite you, the best whore in the city, the most beautiful figure, and the most beautiful face."

The middle-aged man doesn't like to kill, but he must.

Because if he doesn't kill, he has to die.

But he is kind, before killing a person, he will try his best to satisfy the other person's request, whether it is fine wine or beautiful women.

This swordsman did not know him, nor did he have any grudges, and he had never even met him.

The life and death of this person had nothing to do with him.

But now he had to kill this man.

He killed him only because his master told him to.

"No need." The swordsman said lightly, picking up the sword on the table.

"That's a pity. Killing you like this will make me suffer for a long time." The middle-aged man sighed.

At this moment, most of the people in the inn had already left, and a chilling atmosphere flowed between the two of them.

Suddenly a flash of brilliance flashed by. At this moment, no one paid attention to anything else, because this moment was too short, and no one could seize this moment of opportunity.

Only one stab!

The sword pierced into the middle-aged man's chest, and pierced out behind him, blood flew like a mist, splashing everywhere.

But the tip of the middle-aged man's spear landed on the swordsman's chest, only piercing through a thin layer of his clothes.

Totally cool, absolutely cool, extremely cool.

The swordsman drew his sword, turned around and left freely.

He doesn't need to know the name of the other party, nor does he need to know the purpose of the other party's visit.

He just needs to know that the other party is going to kill him.

The body of the middle-aged man fell in the inn, blood stained the entire ground, but he still held the steel gun in his hand.

The foggy streets are like the breath of the devil, and a group of tall horses are tied in front of the inn, still eagerly waiting for the return of their master.

But his master never appeared again. The young swordsman got on his horse, cut off the rope and disappeared into the thick fog.

And it wasn't until the clattering of horseshoes completely disappeared that the street became lively. The clean stone streets, the simple houses, and the honest people...

The sun was shining on the only long street in this small town. Suddenly, a few healthy horses galloped past. The horses were angry and dressed in fresh clothes. The horses moved like dragons.

When the horses arrived at the inn, they stopped at the same time. Several big men in brocade clothes swarmed into the humble inn, almost tearing up the shop.

Looking at the middle-aged man's body, several brocade-clothed men looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Even Zhongping Gun King is dead."

The middle level gun, the king of the gun, one of the most difficult to defend.

Zhongping Gun King is best at stabbing people in the chest, but at this moment, he was pierced through the chest with a sword, and died a terrible death.

Naturally, the big men came here to seek revenge. The swordsman offended many people. He was a gangster because he blocked a lot of business.

The eight kings of Crouching Tiger Mountain became the eight kings; the double eagles of Fushan Mountain became single eagles...

Although a swordsman doesn't care about fame and fortune, fame and fortune have already revolved around him when he stepped into the rivers and lakes.

Sunshine and water make flowers and trees grow strong, and fame and success also make the swordsman more and more famous in this world.

Especially when the swordsman killed the Zhongping Spear King, who was a little famous in the Jianghu, he became really famous.

But everyone in the arena has his own story and a past.

What is the past and story of the swordsman?A swordsman is like a sword that suddenly appeared in the rivers and lakes. It has no origin, no name, just like a mystery.

Although he is from the Jianghu, he is out of tune with the entire Jianghu.

And such mysteries are often more attractive.

Riding on horseback, the delicate horse can't tolerate bumps. Compared with the war horse that the swordsman rode in Liaodong, this horse is really not very good.

But the war horse died, and after the swordsman gave its body to the victims on the way, he could only go on his way alone in the heavy snow.

"One must have a history, so what is my past?" The swordsman asked, looking at the damaged lining in his hand.

Chapter 450 Two Dugu Valve

Chapter 454 Chapter 450 Chapter [-] Dugu Valve