C2 (1/2)

”How is this possible …”

Murong Chen muttered, his body sprawled flat on the ground, his body constantly twitching, blood continuously flowing out from his neck, his life slowly flowing out.

And behind him, Xiao Yun was quietly standing there. However, the sword in his right hand was now in his left. The sword was dripping with blood.

”Five years ago, at the Xiao Family Village of the Ma Province. I wonder if you remember? ”

Xiao Yun glanced at Murong Chen who was lying in a pool of blood behind him.

”You … ”You …”

Murong Chen opened his eyes wide, pointing a trembling finger at Xiao Yun, as if he had thought of something, and swallowed his last breath with an unwilling expression. Even at death, he could not close his eyes. If he had been more ruthless back then, he wouldn't have died today.

Xiao Yun kept his treasured sword, and coldly turned and walked down the stage.

Five years ago, Xiao Yun fell down a cliff and accidentally broke into a cave. In the cave, he obtained a set of sword technique, the name of which was < Sword Technique of Left Hand >.

< The Sword Technique of Left Hand > is a very magical set of sword technique, with the word as the main word, quickly becoming the most respected. As he struck out, his left hand swapped to his sword, attacking while the opponent wasn't prepared.

Only, Xiao Yun's talent was far too mediocre. After five whole years of cultivation, he had only reached the third level of Strength Refinement Stage so far. As for the Sword Technique of Left Hand, it was even harder to move a single step. Not to mention revenge, it would be hard to even protect yourself if you were to leave this place.

Perhaps the heavens were blessing Xiao Yun, because last night, Xiao Yun was in grief and indignation. He had actually comprehended the first quick character of the first stage of the《 Sword Technique of Left Hand》 which had been cultivated for a full five years. This gave Xiao Yun thoughts of revenge.

”Hua!”

Xiao Yun stopped by a pond in the Murong Villa's posterior mountain. Normally, Xiao Yun would cultivate here alone.

”Back then, there were a total of nine people who destroyed my Xiao Family Village, and this was only the first one. ”I won't give up …”

Xiao Yun clenched his fists tightly. When he was outside, he had been very calm and peaceful, but now, it was as if he could release all the hatred in his heart.

All these years, besides cultivating, his biggest wish was to find those murderers who had slaughtered the entire village. It was just that the cultivation level was too low, causing him to appear weak.

But today, after killing the first killer, Murong Chen's desire for revenge deepened.

”Hu!”

Xiao Yun ruthlessly suppressed the emotions in his heart, allowing his excitement to calm down. At this moment, the elemental energy circulating within his dantian began to envelop his entire body.

”The < < Left Hand Sword Art > > has a total of nine words. They are fast, accurate, ruthless, poisonous, vicious, yin, killing, exterminating, and destroying. Every word was stronger than the last, and every word was faster than the last. Now I only understood the first word, the quick word. Its speed and power are enough to easily kill an expert of the ninth level of the Strength Refinement Stage. If one has comprehended the word ”Quasi-”, I have the confidence to challenge an expert of the Body Forging Stage.”

Xiao Yun's heart was filled with anticipation.

After a few years of cultivation, he had thoroughly studied this set of < The Left Hand's Sword Art >. When he brandished the sword in his left hand, either he didn't move, or he would kill with a single move. Moreover, it was even harder than ascending to the heavens to comprehend a single character.

”Father, Mother, Ling. Soon, soon, very soon. One by one, those murderers will go down to accompany you in death. I must let those people who harmed you all die without a burial ground. ”

Xiao Yun's eyes turned red as he roared.

”Buzz!”

Xiao Yun's mind was set, under the berserk aura in his heart, he started waving the treasure sword in his right hand, sweeping it together, and with the support of his spirit energy. The surroundings stirred with aftershocks.

The moment the sword appeared, the Qi moved first. The moment he was angered, he would kill.