Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 4

[Chapter 4 The Strong Ding Hao]

Because of the fusion of memories, he accepted everything about this body without the slightest abruptness.

“Don’t worry, I will definitely help you… No, it’s to help us get my sister back.”

Ding Hao clenched his fist and swore in his heart.

As soon as the oath came out, the sadness and longing in my heart finally slowly dissipated.

The last trace of subconsciousness of the former owner of the body vanished.

Since then, in this world, there is only one Ding Hao who has come through.

After making a random dinner and filling his stomach, Ding Hao began to plan the next step.

If he wants to find his younger sister Ding Ke’er, he must improve his strength.

In this world, there is no future for loose cultivators. Only by joining the Swordsman Sect can you systematically practice Xuangong Martial Arts with the help of the sect’s resources and experience. If you want to pass the test and formally join the Swordsman Sect, the most important problem at present is , is to solve the drawbacks of the weak physical strength of this body.

So, he needs to go to a very dangerous place.

Gather an extremely valuable herb.

He found some sturdy ropes in the house, then rolled up a few sheets and connected them into ropes. He felt that the length was almost the same. Ding Hao nodded, coiled all the ropes, slung them over his left shoulder, and put the rust With the spotty iron sword behind him, he pushed open the door, and strode out.

At this time, it was dark.

In the sky, the crescent moon is full of stars, and a piece of silver gauze is sprinkled on the ground, and there is a cold beauty in the loneliness.

Ding Hao looked for the direction, and ran towards the edge of the garbage cliff at high speed.

In the blink of an eye, under the hazy moonlight, the abrupt stone forest and miasma-infested cliffs were already in sight.

Today, there are less than fifteen days before the entrance examination of Wen Jianzong.

For Ding Hao, every minute is extremely precious.

He must hurry up to build up his strength.

However, someone happened to disturb him at this time,

“Yo, isn’t this Ding Hao, who has the reputation of “Ask the Sword Pig”? What? In such a hurry, are you going to scrape pig food in the garbage again?”

A harsh, mocking voice sounded.

Under the clear moonlight, four or five thirteen- or fourteen-year-old teenagers walked out of the oblique thorn forest with bad expressions, blocking Ding Hao’s way.

In the past, Ding Hao, because he was too stupid and stubborn, often did some stupid things, and was nicknamed “Ask the Sword Pig” by some good people. pig.

And these four or five teenagers were idle on weekdays, picking quarrels and provoking trouble in the slums, and often taking pleasure in bullying Ding Hao.

Especially the black and strong boy who was the leader.

His name is Zhao Xingcheng, he is thirteen years old this year, and he is also a member of this slum.

Unlike Ding Hao, Zhao Xingcheng’s parents are still alive, so he doesn’t have to work hard to support himself, and he is quite qualified in martial arts. Last year, he took the entrance examination of Swordsman Sect and almost passed it. Now he has been working hard for a year. Looking at the current situation, it should not be a problem to join the Sword Sect this year.

Moreover, it is said that he was fortunate to meet a named disciple of Wen Jianzong recently, and obtained a set of exercises. He was successful in his practice, but he was even more arrogant. He was ruthless at a young age and ran rampant in the slums of Houshan. People dare to provoke.

In the past, when Ding Hao saw these people, he would have avoided him far away.

But at this time, in the same body, it is no longer the same soul.

Ding Hao saw several people as air, and didn’t even look at them.

Ding Hao accelerated at his feet, ran wildly, bypassed the five people, and continued to run wildly towards the garbage cliff.

Zhao Xingcheng was stunned for a moment, his face changed, and there was a hint of ominousness.

He thought he was the leader of the youths in the slums, and he was used to doing good things, but he didn’t expect that this idiot who was so frightened that he couldn’t even speak when he saw him on weekdays, became so bold today, and he didn’t even think about it. If you don’t give yourself face, not only do you not dare to go in and kneel down and apologize, but instead ignore yourself nakedly, which is really unforgivable.

Zhao Xingcheng winked.

The two teenagers beside him rushed out with grinning smiles and grabbed Ding Hao from behind.

One of the black and strong youths kicked out from behind with malicious intent and kicked Ding Hao’s leg.

“roll!”

Ding Hao’s face turned cold, his feet took root, and his shoulders shook.

This is exactly the shape of the “cloud” style in the basic swordsmanship.

Ding Hao used it almost subconsciously.

“Ouch!”

“Mom…”

The expected scene of kicking Ding Hao with a rolling gourd did not appear. The two teenagers, who were much stronger than Ding Hao, screamed in agony. Pain, I fell out like a gourd.

Especially the boy with black feet, who fell even worse, lying on the ground like a dead pig, unable to get up.

This unexpected scene made everyone dumbfounded.

“Little bastard, you’re looking for death, you dare to beat someone?” After Zhao Xingcheng was stunned for a moment, he suddenly felt a loss of face and screamed in anger.

With a gloomy face, he slammed his feet on the ground, and with a hoot, his figure rushed out like a cheetah. He pulled out the long sword around his waist with his backhand, and with a flick of his hand, it turned into a cold light, and moved towards Ding Hao’s face. Arm stabbed.

His sword was exactly a trick he learned from a disciple of the Sword Sect who he had recently met, called “Poisonous Snake Spitting Rui”.

The move is extremely vicious, the long sword is like a poisonous snake spraying venom to hunt, and the shot is unreturned, and it is extremely ruthless.

He even made up his mind, desperate to stab a blood hole in Ding Hao’s body, and let out a good breath.

Anyway, Ding Hao was just an orphan who was left alone and deserved to die.

Just because of a disagreement, it is really ruthless to play this vicious hand.

The other teenagers cheered loudly when they saw Zhao Xingcheng’s shot.

This sword is indeed a bit of skill, which makes people feel cold.

Everyone seems to have seen the picture of Ding Hao rolling around begging for mercy…

but,

Ding Ding Ding!

I saw that Ding Hao didn’t turn around, but three streaks of red light burst out from his hands, and then the sound of long swords hitting and interlacing sounded.

Zhao Xingcheng hadn’t understood what had happened yet, he only felt a flower in front of his eyes, and then his palm was hot, the hilt of the sword was connected to a huge shock, his fingers were sore, the long sword could no longer be held, and he let go and flew out.

In the next instant, a rusted iron sword pressed against Zhao Xingcheng’s throat.

The cold touch, like the tentacles of the god of death, strangled his heart, making his body sweat like a nightmare.

The hilt of the rusty sword was held in Ding Hao’s hand.

“If you mess with me again, I’ll kill you.” Ding Hao said word by word.