Side Story 5: The Sword God Who Can Locate by Sound

Side Story 5: The Sword God Who Can Locate by Sound

At the summit of Mount Hua, a swarm of snakes still meanders and crawls.

The masters from all the major sects knelt on the ground, trembling as they watched the legendary "Five Poisons Child Granny" depart.

However, in this vast world, there are always some who defy fate or seek fortune through danger.

Behind the crowd, a middle-aged man dressed in a gray robe and holding a long sword was staring intently at the backs of the brother and sister.

He is Liu San, known as "Chasing Wind Sword," famous for his fast, ruthless, and insidious swordsmanship.

He doesn't believe in the idea of ​​rejuvenation.

In his eyes, they were just two little kids with some strange tricks up their sleeves.

If we can kill this "demon cult witch" when she is off guard, we can not only make a name for ourselves, but also steal her treasures and secret manuals!

"You little vixen... die!"

A fierce glint flashed in Liu San's eyes.

He gathered his energy and sprang up like a gray eagle, silently swooping over everyone's heads, his long sword aimed straight at Pei Niannian's back!

This sword strike was as fast as lightning, and there was no killing intent leaking out; it was his life's masterpiece.

"Watch out!" the righteous leader, kneeling on the ground, exclaimed in alarm.

Pei Niannian was busy stuffing Xiaoqing back into her sleeve, seemingly unaware of what was happening.

The tip of the sword was only three feet away from Pei Niannian's back.

The boy in black, who had been silently following behind his sister and holding a small wooden sword in his arms, suddenly stopped.

Pei An did not turn around, but slowly closed his eyes.

[Thump, thump, thump.]

That was the rapidly accelerating heartbeat of the attacker from behind.

【call--】

That was the sound of a sword cutting through the air.

[Rustle.]

That was the sound of the other person's toes touching the ground and their muscles tensing.

Just as Liu San's longsword was about to pierce through...

Pei An flipped his wrist, grasped the unsharpened wooden sword in his bosom, and turned to thrust it out.

"Smack!"

A crisp, clear sound of impact.

Liu San felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if he had hit an iron mountain.

His finely crafted steel sword was actually deflected by a small wooden sword!

Before he could react, a cool touch was already pressed against his throat.

Liu San's body stiffened, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He remained in the assassination posture, but dared not move an inch.

Because the seemingly blunt wooden sword tip was precisely pressed against his Adam's apple.

If the boy in front of him exerted even a little force, the wooden sword infused with his inner strength could easily shatter his throat bone!

"you……"

Liu San stared wide-eyed at the boy who only reached his chest.

Pei An kept his eyes closed, the cold wind blowing the wisps of hair on his forehead, his young yet cold face expressionless.

Your heartbeat is erratic.

Pei An spoke slowly, his voice clear and cold, revealing a master's demeanor beyond his years:

"Rapid breathing, unsteady steps."

He opened his eyes, and in his deep, dark phoenix eyes, Liu San's terrified face was reflected:

"Your sword..."

Pei An flicked his wrist, sending the wooden sword forward slightly, forcing Liu San to take a step back.

"Three inches too slow."

If Liu San had been three inches faster, he might have forced Pei An to draw his real sword.

"Clang."

The long sword in Liu San's hand fell to the ground, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

He, a master swordsman who has practiced swordsmanship for thirty years, couldn't even withstand a single move from this child?

"roll."

Pei An sheathed the wooden sword, hugged it to his chest again, and didn't even glance at him again.

He turned around, walked to Pei Niannian who was still in a daze, and took her hand: "Sister, let's go."

"oh oh!"

Pei Niannian snapped out of her daze, looking at her younger brother's back with eyes full of admiration.

That sword strike was so cool!

He's even more handsome than his father was back then!

The two continued down the mountain, and this time no one dared to have any wicked thoughts.

The martial arts heroes kneeling on the ground looked at the back of the black-clad youth with even greater fear in their eyes than when they had seen the swarm of snakes earlier.

"Who...who is that?"

"Defeat the enemy in one move...locate the enemy by sound..."

"That little girl is the Five Poisons Child Granny... then could this little boy be the reincarnation of the legendary Sword God?!"

"My God! What kind of monsters are these two?!"

On the mountain road.

Pei Niannian poked her younger brother's face as she walked:

"An'an, how did you manage to hit it so accurately with your eyes closed? Can you teach me?"

Pei An sighed and switched the wooden sword in his other arm:

"Sister, you can't learn it."

"Why?"

"Because you're too noisy."

Pei An looked at his sister:

“I heard you thinking about what to eat for dinner.”

Pei Niannian: "..."

That poor kid! Just like his dad!