C28 Killing Is an Art

Darkness followed the last trace of the afterglow in the horizon and descended as expected.

The sword-wielding man looked at the sky and picked up the bamboo hat to tie it properly. He then picked up the sword sheath on the table with three diamond-shaped gemstones embedded into it and said, "I've had enough to eat and drink. It's time to work."

The sword-wielding man did not say anything. He picked up the knife wrapped in cloth and stood up to leave with the sword-wielding man.

Behind the cart, the owner of the beef noodle shop looked a little dejected and helpless. However, when he saw the two of them leave, he immediately became energetic. He hurriedly called the waiter to clean up and push the cart away.

This long street was close to the Lu Family mansion, and it wasn't a busy area. Moreover, all the rich families liked peace and quiet, so before nightfall, they had to leave the stall and couldn't continue their business.

This was the rule of Lu Family.

The shopkeeper was very clear about the consequences of violating the rule, but he didn't dare to offend the two seemingly powerful weirdos. Therefore, he thought of the punishment for violating the rules, and the consequences of angering these two weirdos. He felt that he wouldn't be able to gain anything from them.

The sword-wielding man and the blade-wielding man didn't mind. They bypassed the main entrance of the Lu Family and passed through a small alley, arriving at a very high wall on the side of the Lu Family.

They climbed over this wall and arrived at the back of a courtyard. Beside them were some withered yellow trees.

They walked towards the courtyard where Lu Ming was.

...

Lu Ming returned to the plum forest filled with plum blossoms. The fragrance of the plum blossoms was strong, but not pungent.

Lu Ming raised his head and looked at the pavilion. He was silent. The sword in his hand was no longer there, because it had returned to its sheath, as if it had never been pulled out.

Lu Ming slowly walked to the pavilion, walked to the stone table, and stretched out his hand to touch the black ancient sword.

"You are still here, but he has become dust." Lu Ming thought about whether it was an illusion or the real Ximen Chuixue, and sighed.

Although Ximen Chuixue was a Sword God, he was still a mortal. He could not resist life, death, illness, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Ling!

The jet-black sword seemed to be dissatisfied with what Lu Ming had said and started to tremble.

Lu Ming did not say anything. His hand that was touching the sword seemed to have been cut by thousands of invisible blades. The pain that came from it made Lu Ming frown slightly.

Lu Ming sighed deeply and said, "So what if you are dissatisfied? It can revive him? Can he see you waiting bitterly?"

" Don't even think about it. He's already dead. " Lu Ming shouted loudly.

The jet-black sword no longer trembled. Instead, it started to feel sad.

It knew this, but it just couldn't escape from it.

Lu Ming easily picked up the jet-black sword and slowly pulled it out. The sharp edge of the sword suddenly erupted in the pavilion like a bomb being ignited.

The sword energy swept in all directions like a tide, and the petals were cut into countless pieces.

Lu Ming held the sword and jumped out of the pavilion, dancing in front of the pavilion.

In the beginning, he might have been a little immature and unnatural, but after two or three moves, it was as if he had become one with his sword. The sword moved casually, and the sword moved with his will. It was so fast that it created layers of sword shadows. It was impossible to find out which sword was the real one.

When all the shadows returned to his body, Lu Ming's eyes suddenly lit up. He thrust out his sword, and a strong sword light shot out. Three or four plum trees were destroyed in a row, and the plum blossoms fluttered crazily.

Host has completed the Sword Realm and obtained the reward. 】

Ximen Chuixue's ultimate sword skill - Sword from West

When Lu Ming heard the two system notifications, a strong sense of tiredness swept over him. When he could not help but close his eyes, he suddenly felt someone pulling him from behind. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was still in the room.

Lu Mingchen didn't speak for a long time. His mind was filled with things related to the Sword Realm and Ximen Chuixue's past.

Lu Ming sighed deeply, got off the bed, walked to the window, and opened it. When he raised his head to look at the bright moon that had just risen, a bright light pierced towards him.

Lu Ming froze for a moment, and his pupils contracted slightly. He instinctively moved sideways to dodge a sharp sword that was coming at him.

The man with the sword did not expect that he would be able to dodge the attack when the opponent was unprepared. He was very shocked.

The sword-wielding man failed, and the sword-wielding man decisively slashed at him with his saber. The shiny saber light easily cut through the window and pierced straight in.

Lu Ming kept retreating. His eyes were fixed on the tip of the blade that was pointing at his throat. His face was serious, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. This sudden attack made him nervous.

Lu Ming retreated to the bedside and hurriedly turned around. He took the Overwhelming Profound Sword that was leaning against the bed, opened the long blade of the man with the sword, and pulled away from them.

Lu Ming looked at the two of them coldly and asked, "Who are you?"

The sword-wielding man looked at the blade-wielding man and said, "Do you want to tell him?"

The blade-wielding man said, "Lidong."

The sword-wielding man froze for a moment, then said to Lu Ming, "Lichun."

What was this name!?

Lu Ming indicated that he did not know these two people, and had never come into contact with them before.

He thought for a while and asked, "Who sent you here?"

Lixia said helplessly, "According to the industry rules, you cannot reveal information."

Lu Ming said, "The rules of the trade?"

Lixia nodded and said, "That's right, the rules of our Nocturnal Pavilion."

"I understand." Lu Ming suddenly understood. He would go and take a look at the Nocturnal Pavilion if he had the chance.

Lu Ming held the Overwhelming Profound Sword in his hand and pointed it to the ground. He looked at them and said, "I will find out who wants to kill me."

Lidong said coldly, "You are very confident that you can survive the two of us?"

Lu Ming's eyes were full of coldness, as if he had suddenly changed into another person. He said expressionlessly, "Who knows?"

Lixia and Lidong were stunned by Lu Ming's sudden change in aura, but they did not show any signs of retreating.

They looked at each other and nodded. One of them held a sword, while the other held a sword and attacked Lu Ming.

"Killing is an art." Lu Ming suddenly said.

Their expressions changed.

Lu Ming suddenly attacked with his sword. The sword light was like a bolt of lightning, and with a speed as fast as lightning, it instantly sliced across their necks. In an instant, blood blossomed from their necks, causing Lu Ming's cold eyes to sparkle with appreciation.

"It's really beautiful."

Lu Ming looked at the blood on the Overwhelming Profound Sword, raised his sword and gently blew it away.

Lidong and Lixia also fell to the ground, and blood quickly spread out.

Lu Ming squatted down to check if there was anything valuable on them.

After a search, other than a sheepskin map, there was nothing else useful.

Lu Ming opened the sheepskin map and took a look. He found that the mansion described on the map was somewhat familiar.

Lu Ming thought for a moment and suddenly found out that the map was actually the map of Lu Family. It was very detailed. Where Lu Ming lived, where Lu Yuan lived, and where the guards were patrolling, they were all written in detail.

Lu Ming frowned and muttered, "Why would they have such a map?"

"Also, who sent them here?"

Lu Ming searched the memories of his previous self and found that other than Yu Chi and Lee Qing, there was no one else.

___ looked at the memories of his previous self.