hotmtlnovel Chapter 203
Chapter 203
At the end of the long street.
A middle-aged man in black clothes.
He was leaning against the eaves with a knife in his arms, holding a mooncake in his left hand. He took a bite and spat it out: "Pooh...Pooh, these northern mooncakes are really salty."
His knife was very long, a few centimeters longer than an ordinary sword. The entire scabbard to the handle was clearly black and white, with less white.
Looking at the appearance of the knife, it was clearly a samurai sword. And he also had a short knife less than 40 centimeters long on his waist.
Although it was inserted into the scabbard, the knife was obviously sharper than the knife in his hand, because there seemed to be a murderous thing lying in the scabbard.
"I told you not to eat it, but you just want to taste it." Behind him stood a woman with a sword on her back. She rolled her eyes and cursed, "You deserve it!"
The man turned his head, took the woman's hand, and whispered: "Don't be angry or make a fuss. I heard that someone wants to challenge the entire Nan Jue martial arts world. It's just a festival. When I defeat him, we will go back and have a good sleep. You will be so happy."
The woman continued to roll her eyes: "Don't make trouble. If your ability is one tenth of your swordsmanship, I will wake up with laughter in my sleep."
"Look at what you are talking about?" The man shook his head, "But that's true. If you have one level of my swordsmanship, I'm afraid you will be so happy."
The woman rolled her eyes: "Don't make trouble. If you have one tenth of your swordsmanship, I will wake up with laughter in my sleep."
"Look at what you are talking about?" The man shook his head, "But that's true. If you have one level of my swordsmanship, I'm afraid you will be so happy."
The woman She slapped the man on the head: "You're dreaming. I heard from Tan Tai Po that this young man broke his sword with just one strike."
"You said Tan Tai Po, with his self-righteous swordsmanship, if it were me, I could still easily break it."
The man tightly grasped the long sword in his hand, lowered his head slightly, stared coldly at the two young men who suddenly rushed out from the street, and sneered disdainfully: "Hmph, just a Taoist priest, what's the point? My apprentice, take them down easily."
Just then, a crisp and pleasant cry was heard: "Xuanfeng Sword!"
Looking in the direction of the sound, it turned out that the woman was concentrating on watching the street.
There was a strange light flashing in her eyes, and she whispered softly: "Zhaiyue Jun, have you noticed? The sword in the hand of the gray-robed boy?"
However, suddenly, the woman's tone changed subtly, and she lowered her voice to the man beside her: "Zhaiyue, actually we don't have to come here!"
There was a hint of hesitation and retreat in her words.
Then, she seemed to have mustered up the courage to speak again, and her tone became softer: "Or... let's go back?"
Faced with the woman's sudden proposal, the man's face instantly became gloomy, and he responded in a muffled voice: "Go back? Can't you just give up so easily?"
His voice was as loud and firm as a bell, and it contained anger and unwillingness that could not be concealed.
Then, he paused for a moment and continued to ask: "What kind of atrocities did that extremely hateful rain maniac inflict on you back then?"
Hearing this, the woman's body trembled slightly. She gritted her teeth, tried to keep herself calm, and then loudly retorted: "I said, nothing happened at all! Don't mention it again!"
Although she tried her best to hide her true feelings, the pain and resentment that flashed in her eyes did not escape the man's keen observation.
"Forget it, if that's the case, there's no need to dwell on the past." The man took a deep breath and said slowly.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, a cold murderous intent surged into his heart like a tide, making the surrounding air seem to freeze into ice.
He tightened his hand on the handle of the knife more and more, and the joints turned pale due to excessive tension.
As time passed, the atmosphere became more and more tense and solemn.
Finally, the man broke the silence and said in a low and cold voice: "No matter what, these two people will die today!"
This sentence seemed like a death sentence, which made people shudder.
Then, as if he remembered something important, he added again in a heavy voice:
"If that young man is from Nan Jue and has the ability to defeat Yan Lingxia, it would not be a bad thing for us.
It's a pity that fate makes people play tricks on him. He is not from Nan Jue! Yan Lingxia belongs to Nan Jue, Bei Li can't get involved!"
On the long street.
Facing two opponents who are far higher than themselves, Ye Dingzhi and Wang Yihang are very close.
Their opponents, one in black and the other in white, are holding samurai swords in their hands. The swords flash white halos under the moonlight.
"Ye Dingzhi, have you noticed that your master doesn't care about you." Wang Yihang said in a deep voice.Ye Dingzhi nodded: "He has always been like this."
"Brother Ye, this is Nan Jue, you are familiar with people who play with swords." Wang Yixing smiled, "Please go first, Brother Ye."
"No, no, no, Brother Wang, you are very powerful in Taoism, so you should go first." Ye Dingzhi took a step back.
Behind them, Wen Jiutian and Wang Yuewu sat next to each other, raised their hands and shouted: "Wang Yixing, don't be a coward, if you kill me, I will help you send the body back to Qingcheng Mountain."
Yu Shengmo glared: "Is this how you teach your disciples?"
"How good are you?" Wen Jiutian smiled.
Wang Yuewu sighed: "I don't necessarily lose, Wang Yixing and Ye Dingzhi are already in the realm of freedom."
"You two, there is no need to be modest." The man in white opposite stretched out his long sword, "That Taoist priest, you fight with me!"
After saying that, he swung the long sword.
"Brother Wang, he said he would send you to heaven." Ye Dingzhi rushed forward and attacked the man in black.
"My Wuliang Tianzun."
Seeing this, Wang Yixing drew his peach wood sword instantly, a sword flower danced out, and hundreds of sword flowers fell towards the man in white.
"Good swordsmanship!" The man in white turned sideways, put his long sword across his shoulder, and swept away Wang Yixing's sword flower.
On Ye Dingzhi's side, the sword energy that had just been shot out was also removed by the man in black.
He also retreated back.
"Xiaoyao Tianjing. Not easy to deal with." Ye Dingzhi looked helpless, "We are all in the free realm, how can we fight him."
"No, you are wrong." Wang Yixing shook his head.
"Can you beat him?" Ye Dingzhi frowned.
"No, I said you are wrong. I am not in the free realm." Wang Yixing suddenly leaned over, his true energy surged, and his Taoist robe fluttered. The peach wood sword in his hand glowed red, "I am in the realm of free heaven."
"You, a Taoist priest, were clearly in the realm of freedom before." Ye Dingzhi said in shock.
"Then I have to ask my master." Wang Yihang raised the peach wood sword, "Don't lie to me, will you die if you don't pretend?"
"Okay, I won't pretend anymore." Ye Dingzhi laughed and glanced at Wen Jiutian secretly.
Yu Shengmo was stunned and looked at Wen Jiutian in confusion, "These days, you let them drink Qi Tianchen with you every day?"
"Is it strange? Can't I train a few younger brothers to work for me?"
"Don't stare at me, this is the method taught by Gu Chen, the corrupt scholar. It's useless to you, but it's a bit useful for those who are stuck at the peak of their realm. My Wen family has a lot of Tianwai Xuantie, and Jian Xinzhong made two swords. We in the wine shop must have a good sword that matches." Wen Jiutian shrugged and put a hand on Wang Yuewu's shoulder.
She didn't hide, but smiled: "You guys continue!"
Yu Shengmo rolled his eyes at the two of them: "We just arrived at the tavern today, a pair of dogs and bitches!"
Wang Yuewu blushed and lowered her head.
Wen Jiutian patted her shoulder and smiled: "He's not talking about you, he's talking about them."
He stretched out his other hand and pointed to the eaves of the inn opposite.
There were two figures leaning against the eaves, a man and a woman.