Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 1

[Chapter 1: A new student at the sword-washing pool]

“Dad, so I’ve really crossed over? And I’m also possessed by a boy with the same name and surname as me and looks exactly the same?”

Ding Hao sat by the “Sword Washing Pool”, looking down at the tattered black rust sword in his hand, and at the handsome and handsome face reflected in the water, he had been there for more than an hour, and he was still a little unbelievable. .

He clearly remembered that last night, he and his friends went out for a meal to celebrate graduation from high school. He imagined the freedom after entering college, saying goodbye to his friends who had a cold window for three years. Everyone was so excited that they were all drunk and unconscious, waiting for him again. When I opened my eyes and regained my senses, I found myself in this strange world.

Fan Mi stared at him for a long time, Ding Hao knew that there was no change in the matter, so he reluctantly persuaded himself to accept this fact.

I don’t know why, in addition to being reluctant to part with the life of the earth world before, Ding Hao had a faint burst of indescribable excitement in the bottom of his heart, as if he had received a new life, with a feeling that even he himself felt a little too calm. mentality, very calmly accepted the new world and new identity.

Perhaps this is the unwillingness to settle down and the ordinary adventure factor inscribed in his soul is at work.

In the past hour or so, the memory fusion that has been completely completed has allowed him to know a lot of things.

This is a world called Endless Continent, where the strong are respected, there are many sects, and humans and demons jointly dominate the world.

And Ding Hao’s Wen Jianzong is an eighth-rank sword cultivation sect. It is located in the boundary of Selangor, one of the sixteen states in the northern wasteland of the endless continent. One of the nine major human sects, occupying a radius of several hundred kilometers of Wenjian Mountain, it has more than 10,000 disciples, experts like clouds, and geniuses.

As a large sect with a prominent position, it is naturally very important to maintain the image of its own mountain gate.

On the contrary, even the masters who are in the air are human, and they have to eat and drink, so the sanitation work of the sect needs to be paid attention to, and the high-level warriors will not waste their precious time on cleaning the room. Therefore, Wen Jianzong has a very large “logistics group”.

Ding Hao is not a disciple of Wen Jianzong.

But a group in the “logistics group”.

To be precise, he is a servant who is responsible for cleaning the mountain road at the foot of the mountain every day.

In the memories that were merged before, it was a little strange that everything before the age of ten was blank.

He didn’t know who his parents were, and he didn’t know why he appeared in the mountain of Wen Jianzong.

The only memory of his relatives is a younger sister who was less than five years old and depended on him. In the cold winter when Ding Hao was eleven years old, without knowing that he was out on duty, someone saw him being killed by a mysterious and powerful woman in white. Take away, nowhere to be seen.

Therefore, from the age of eleven, the former Ding Hao became an orphan.

In this world where the strong are respected, becoming a strong man is every teenager’s dream, and Ding Hao is no exception.

What’s more, if he wants to get out of the Sword Sect, walk in the wilderness full of demons, and find his missing sister, he must have a strong force.

It is a pity that his innate roots are not good, his meridians are small, his comprehension is limited, and his innate aptitude is really poor. From the age of ten, he participated in the annual entrance test of the Swordsman Sect, until the age of fourteen, a total of four times. Pass the most basic test and become a registered disciple of Swordsman Sect.

According to the memory of the fusion, in another half a month, it will be the date when the Sword Sect opens the gate to recruit children this year.

The memory in his mind also told Ding Hao that this year would be his last chance.

Because according to the rules of Wen Jianzong, no disciples over the age of fourteen will be admitted.

There is an unbreakable truth in this world: if a person cannot pass the basic entrance test before the age of fifteen, it can only show that his talent is really scumbag, and he has no connection with martial arts. It is better to be an ordinary person.

“His sister, so I only have half a month to prepare?”

Thinking of this, Ding Hao felt a sense of urgency.

The speed of this natural idiot substituting himself into the new world is very fast.

Traversing into a fantasy world with monsters and strong men, if you can’t become a strong man, you can only become the foil at the bottom, with no dignity and sense of existence, you can’t control life and death by yourself, and it’s ridiculously busy like an ant. .

In such a tragic situation, for Ding Hao, he might as well wipe his neck and reincarnate, delete files, and rush in.

Thinking of this, the sense of crisis in Ding Hao’s heart was even worse.

He knew he had to act now and do something.

So, Ding Hao stood up and stood quietly beside the “Sword Washing Pond”. After thinking for a while, he closed his eyes and filtered some memories of swordsmanship moves in his mind, trying to find clues to become stronger.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, as if thinking of something.

The rusty long sword in his hand shook slightly, and a sword was stabbed out, and a sword technique was used extremely skillfully.

In the past 14 years, although he was only a sweeper, as one of the staff members of the Sword Cultivation Sect, Wen Jianzong, he had been immersed in his eyes and practiced secretly for a long time, and this body still remembered some superficial things. entry-level swordsmanship moves.

Therefore, Ding Hao used it from memory at this time, and felt that these swordsmanships were as skilled as he had practiced them thousands of times.

This set of basic self-defense swordsmanship that three-year-old children of the Swordsman Sect would know is divided into sixteen strokes.

The first twelve moves are not very famous, but the last four moves are slightly more subtle, named “Split Light”, “Open Ice”, “Turning Clouds” and “Chasing the Wind”. Absolutely, the sword light is rolling, and generally more than a dozen strong men can’t get close.

Ding Hao didn’t focus on anything else, according to the memory in his mind, he stabbed with sword after sword.

What he didn’t even think about was that he quickly entered an extremely miraculous state.

If someone sees it at this time, they will scream in surprise, because it is well known that Ding Hao, the first stupid pig in the Sword Sect, seems to be a different person at this time. His footwork is elegant and unrestrained, and his swordsmanship is quite good. There is a bit of a dusty atmosphere, especially when it comes to the most exquisite last four swords, the moves are closely connected, there is no gap to follow, and a sword is as fast as a sword.

At the end, the pale red rust sword turned into a mass of red light, rolling around him, extremely fierce.

“call out!”

Amidst the sound of the rusty sword breaking through the air, Ding Hao took his sword and stood.

A look of surprise appeared on his delicate face.

“It’s strange, in my previous memory, the last four moves of this sword technique were extremely difficult to master. The former owner of this body spent more than two years practicing and tens of millions of times, but he couldn’t completely master it, but why? I just thought that everything was very simple, it seems that as long as it is a move that comes to mind, the body can easily complete it?”