Songs of the Youth: Ten Years of Seclusion, Asking the Sword in Xueyue City Chapter 7 Against the White-haired Fairy, Unintentionally Begging to Keep His Hands
Chapter 7 Against the White-haired Fairy, Unintentionally Begging to Keep His Hands
In Tang Lian's impression, the only master of swordsmanship in the world who was good at using wooden swords was Zhao Yuzhen from Qingcheng Mountain.
But his mahogany sword was round in shape and had its own aura, while this one was dull and old, obviously not.
But he also called out his and Sikong Qianluo's names accurately. Could it be an old friend and senior?
But he is too young, he looks about the same age as Lei Wujie.
Tang Lian cupped her hands and said:
"Thank you for the rescue. May I ask your surname, senior?"
Before Fang Ping could answer, Sikong Qianluo exclaimed:
"Hey, you broke into the pavilion that day! Did my father send you here?"
Sikong Qianluo was so smart that he guessed it right away.
Fang Ping nodded slightly:
"Yes, Senior Gun Immortal asked me to take care of him."
As soon as the former finished speaking, Lei Wujie was so excited that he clenched his fists:
"Look, senior brother! This man can actually kill people with a wooden sword, and the blade is not stained with blood. He must be a first-rate master!"
"...."
Xiao Se by the wall was speechless, but he had never heard of such a character in Jianghu, so he couldn't help but think deeply.
"Shua——"
Suddenly, a sword energy shot out, pointing directly at Fang Ping.
The latter evaded without haste and looked at the sneak attacker.
Her long hair is tied up in her crown, her face is as plain as snow, and she is quite enchanting.
"Tsukihime!"
Lei Wujie and Tang Lian spoke out at the same time, drawing their swords.
"Drink!"
Suddenly, a person burst out from the other direction, roared towards him, and slashed with a giant blade like a door leaf, directly hitting the ground.
"boom--!"
The ground cracked and dust flew up, and the dust fog obscured the view.
"Ahem, it's Marquis Ming. Damn it, senior brother, be careful!" Lei Wujie said while coughing.
But Hades didn't take the opportunity to make a surprise attack, he came to find the answer.
"boom--"
With a sound, the golden coffin was opened, and at the same time the dust fell and the moon shone brightly.
There was a "pop" sound, and a pale palm rested on the side of the coffin, slowly lifting up a body...
Under the gaze of everyone present, a monk stood up in the coffin.
"It's... it's a corpse trick!" Lei Wujie cried out in horror, and instantly hid behind Tang Lian.
Fang Ping raised his eyebrows... The cargo mentioned by the three city lords was actually a monk?
That's strange.
At the same time, Minghou and the monk said something to each other, and when their eyes met, the former's veins suddenly popped out and he was in great pain.
Yue Ji quickly stepped forward to stop her, but was stopped by Ming Hou who had regained his clarity.
"let's go."
Just like that, the two people left in a hurry.
Fang Ping was about to say something when he noticed footsteps coming from the other direction. He took a closer look and saw that it was another monk.
When he turned around, he saw Tang Lian looking at the Xie Yi monk with blurry eyes.
It wasn't until the newly arrived monk tapped the acupuncture points that he stopped.
"Let's go, leave here first," Tang Lian decided immediately, "before Wushuang City and the Demon Sect have returned."
The group of people quickly evacuated Beauty Manor.
On the way, Fang Ping learned the names of several people and understood the reason for the incident.
"All these troubles along the way are all because of this monk?" Lei Wujie crossed his arms across his chest.
Wu Chan recited the name of the Buddha and clasped his hands together:
"Junior Brother Wuxin, Amitabha."
At this time, Lei Wujie, who had been looking at Fang Ping, couldn't help but raised his hands and asked:
"I dare to ask the master, who is your master? Why haven't I heard of your name in the world?"
He is young but has the strength of Xiaoyao Tianjing. He should not be so unknown, and there are not even related legends.
Hearing this, Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo also became interested:
"Yes, since Master asked you to come here, why didn't you have any impression before?"
Fang Ping smiled lightly:
"I studied under Kenshinzuka and I'm not famous. Probably because I just entered the world.
But it will soon spread about the fourth city lord of Xueyue City, Qingmu Sword Immortal."
"Sword Immortal!!"
Lei Wujie jumped up instantly, his expression so excited that he almost overturned the carriage.
"A wooden sword, a famous sword...are you the Dao Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen?!"
"..."
Xiao Se and Tang Lian covered their faces and sighed at the same time:
"They say he is the Aoki Sword Immortal."
"Oh, yes!" Lei Wujie clapped his hands, "That means there are now a total of six sword immortals?"
Fang Ping shook his head slightly:
"No, there are still five, Xue Yue Sword Immortal...she is no longer worthy."
"ah?"
Not only Lei Wujie, but Tang Lian and others were also shocked. Before asking any more questions, Fang Ping suddenly stood up and raised his sword.
"boom!"
A sword intent descended from the sky and was pushed back by Fang Ping.
The ceiling of the carriage disappeared, revealing the night sky with twinkling stars and the white-haired fairy on the high branches.
As soon as Lei Wujie grasped the sword, Fang Ping took action.
"Zheng——"
The wooden sword chanted, and the sword intent surged. The white-haired immortal's face changed slightly, and he managed to stabilize his figure after dodging.
Cautiously and with some respect, he said:
"I wonder who you are, but you want to step into this muddy water?"
Fang Ping responded angrily:
"The four city lords of Xueyue City."
"Haha, that's ridiculous," the white-haired fairy grinned, "I'll treat you as someone from Xueyue City!"
After finishing his words, the white-haired immortal suddenly made a sudden attack, waving his jade sword with great force.
"Boom boom!"
Fang Ping deflected all the attacks and kept everyone safe, but the carriage was overwhelmed and disintegrated.
At the same time, Wu Xin, who was pretending to be sleeping, was also revealed.
The white-haired immortal was like a shadow, approaching Wu Xin like a ghost, and said with a startled expression:
"It's similar, it's so similar..."
Before he finished speaking, Fang Ping also flashed his body and slashed with his wooden sword.
"bass--"
The raging sword intent spurted out, and the white-haired fairy couldn't resist it, so he could only roll down to dodge.
"Who the hell are you!"
"As I said, the four city lords of Xueyue City, Qingmu Sword Immortal."
The white-haired immortal narrowed his eyes. He had never heard of this name in Beili and couldn't help but become suspicious:
"Hmph, he does have a bit of a swordsman spirit, but today... I have to decide on this person!"
The twelve-year period has passed, and Tianwaitian needs the young clan to reorganize the sect.
Both sides were in the realm of Xiaoyao, and Fang Ping was at the peak of Xiaoyao, so he was even better. When the two of them fought again, the night sky was shaken up.
Baifaxian soon discovered that he was outmatched. No matter how he attacked, he would be easily defeated by the opponent.
If there is no way to break the situation, this battle will be lost.
"Eighteen Swords!"
Fang Ping's attack was fierce, and his sword intent was gushing out, pressing down like an electric grid. The white-haired immortal had no way to avoid it, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and he flew out.
"good!"
Lei Wujie couldn't help but cheered:
"As expected of the Sword Immortal!"
Tang Lian and others felt quite happy. They had been entangled with him for so long and finally won!
Everyone was happy, only Xiao Se looked at Fang Ping's back, thinking deeply.
"Are you still coming to rob?"
"Ahem...Interesting, it's ours, we should take it back!"
The white-haired immortal was seriously injured, but he still stood up with his sword in hand, showing that he would not give up.
Fang Ping remained expressionless as he untied the Long Yuan Sword. The sword clanged and a murderous aura rippled out.
The white-haired fairy looked at Wu Xin with despair in his heart, his expression full of powerlessness... If he failed, he would leave it to Zi Yi Hou.
Fang Ping was about to end it all when a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"Um?"
He suddenly looked back at the sleeping monk, and heard a sentence echoing in his ears:
"Please show mercy to the Sword Immortal, he has no power to fight back."