Chapter 772: The Master of Broken Sword Tea House!
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"I want to see what kind of thief he is who dares to break into Mingjian Villa..."
Dong Tianbao bravely stepped out of the sword pool, and bumped into a thin figure wearing a famous sword villa uniform: "Hey, did you see anyone break in?"
"No."
The man lowered his head and responded.
Dong Tianbao furrowed his thick eyebrows and looked around, only to find several masters who were also wearing the famous attire of Famous Sword Villa, falling limply to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
"Tianbao, be careful!"
Zhang Junbao's soft drink made Dong Tianbao suddenly come back to his senses. Looking at the thin figure he had just encountered, a cold and stunning sword light came up and hit Dong Tianbao's throat.
Dong Tianbao's waist suddenly folded and was flush with the ground, and the tip of his nose almost brushed the killing sword light as it passed by.
The man missed with his sword, tapped his feet lightly on the ground, and flew backwards quickly like a kite.
"Who are you? How dare you break into my Famous Sword Villa!?"
At this moment, the famous swordsman Yi Jifeng also came out with his sword, blocking the man's retreat path.
"Those who enter the Sword Pond are the masters of the Broken Sword Tea House."
The two sides exchanged swords in the void. Yi Jifeng's figure was shocked. The man stepped on the void, just like stepping on a ladder to the sky, and went straight to the sword pool.
"Damn it!"
When Dong Tianbao touched the tip of his nose, drops of blood came out. He couldn't help but became furious and slashed with his sword.
The sword he wielded was the Thirty-six Yuanyang Swords taught by Liu Hao. The sword energy was as blazing as the bright sun, and it was extremely domineering and heroic.
That ghost-like figure sensed danger and moved across the air, miraculously passing the sword energy of the famous sword. It even refracted several times in the void, wandering unsteadily.
It was as if countless afterimage clones were sent out in an instant, and each afterimage of the clone was raising a sword to assassinate, with the sword energy flowing horizontally, pointing directly at the vital points of everyone's chest and abdomen.
"Still want to leave?"
Zhang Junbao holds a sword in his right hand, facing it with the Xuanyin Seventy-Two Swords.
Yuanyang Xuanyin's sword power was inexplicably attracted to each other, the void shook, and a powerful energy wave shattered all the afterimages.
"How can it be?!"
That thin figure seemed to be in disbelief, but its own speed was absolutely suppressed by the burst of energy that combined yin and yang, and it fell from the air involuntarily.
Without waiting for any further changes, a sword edge was already laid out in front of his neck.
"What kind of master of the Broken Sword Tea House dares to provoke me... Um, why is she a woman?"
Dong Tianbao was very angry when he realized that the uninvited guest in front of him was wearing a black scarf. He raised his sword and lifted off the black scarf, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.
The face is condensed with goose fat, the lips are like cherry blossoms, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, and the expression is like autumn water. There is an indescribable cold and unsullied temperament.
Dong Tianbao was slightly stunned, a little embarrassed to be cruel. He was a passionate young man who had just come down from the Shaolin Temple. How had he ever seen such a beautiful woman?
"Take her in and make Senior Heavenly Emperor feel ashamed."
The straight man Zhang Junbao put his sword against the Xue Ni neck of the owner of the Broken Sword Tea House and pushed her towards the sword pond.
"How is it possible for Yi Yun's legs to recover!?"
The master of Broken Sword Tea House stepped into the sword pool and saw Yi Yun standing with his hands behind his back, his aura as steady and heavy as a mountain, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
By the side of Yi Yun, there stood a man with an even greater imposing manner, which even dwarfed the old master of the famous sword villa.
"How can I be a thief when I am a beautiful woman?"
With a sudden thought, Liu Hao pressed one hand on the neck of the master of Pojian Tea House and lifted it up in the air.
It can be broken with just a slight force.
"Are you a disciple of King Xiaoyao?"
"I won't say anything. If you want to kill me, I'll kill you. Why say more?"
The owner of Po Jian Tea House kept his mouth tight and closed his eyes to wait for death.
"Haha, what a broken sword teahouse master Qin Sirong."
Liu Hao stretched out his hand and pressed it gently on Qin Sirong's forehead.
This Qin Sirong's delicate body trembled slightly, and memory fragments appeared in front of Liu Hao's eyes like light and shadow.
At this moment, Liu Hao had experienced Qin Sirong's life and obtained a lot of useful information.
At the same time, in the far west, an old man with a hawk-nosed and wolf-like eyes stood alone on a tall peak, with white hair flying.
There was an inexplicable aura lingering around his body, and the vitality of heaven and earth poured into the acupoints around him like a tide.
The clouds in the sky were billowing in, making the old man with a dark skin look as majestic as a god.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something.
He slowly stretched out his withered right hand as strong as an eagle's talon, and grabbed it out of thin air, as if crushing something.
Click!! Click!!!
A crisp sound, like glass breaking, came from the void.
Liu Hao raised his eyebrows slightly. Just when his spiritual thoughts were about to touch the deepest secret in Qin Sirong's memory, all the memory fragments collapsed.
A full and unknown terrifying power arose in Qin Sirong's mind, and collided hard with Liu Hao's spiritual thoughts.
The spiritual thoughts of both sides were completely destroyed in this collision.
Poor Qin Sirong, who had beautiful face and fair face, his consciousness was instantly wiped out, and he became a living dead who had lost his own mind.
Liu Hao casually sent her into the pagoda and left her with Princess Shura.
This Qin Sirong is a super killer trained by King Xiaoyao. His spiritual consciousness has been wiped out, but his body can still be used to refine him into a Shura warrior servant.
However, the divine thought he encountered today had the same origin as the ominous death aura on Yi Yun, the old owner of Mingjian Villa. It did not originate from the super super person Liu Hao met just after he entered this world.
Strong.
"Unexpectedly, in this world, there may even be two super strong people above the late stage of Daluo Jinxian..."
A subtle smile appeared on the corner of Liu Hao's mouth.
I am even more interested in this super powerful man called Xiaoyao King.
According to Qin Sirong's memory, this Xiaoyao King had three unique skills in his life.
The first is the aura of death that corrupts life, the second is the speed beyond the limit, and the third is the method of seizing souls, which can kill people invisible and plunder all the memories of the enemy.
Turn it into your own use.
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