Chapter 56 — A Thrust in the Dark
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 3
Do not use a real blade.
" Shen Mu shook his head.
"I have not learned any swordsmanship. The village head taught me only one motion. " Shen Mu said, troubled, "The patriarch of your Nether Demon Cult said I should come to you with a wooden sword, that I must not use a real blade, for fear I might kill you. .
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" "Absurd! " It was the smell of iron and blood mingled, rust and gore combined — a savage aura that only one who had slain countless people and living things could possess!
The clasp of his sword case opened of itself; the long box swung wide; the precious swords rang, and one after another they flew joyfully from the case!
He shared a sense with his precious swords: when he rejoiced, the swords rejoiced; when he raged, the swords raged; when he wished to fly, the swords bore him aloft; when he wished to kill, the swords killed. Now he wished to kill.
The swords in the case leaped forth, and in an instant the room brimmed with surging sword light! Without a moment's thought, Shen Mu rode his flying sword with qi, formed the Sword Pinching Sign, and thrust forward!
The sword light in the case burst forth, and then came a light ding — and the sword light shattered into four! Bang — "Are you all right?
" Shen Mu waved to him.