Under the heavy rain, Sanyu desperately opened his eyes, trying to find traces of him. The rain flowed into his eyes, irritating them as scarlet as blood. But he still couldn't find the swordsman. In addition to the footsteps that exposed the swordsman at the beginning, he couldn't find any traces of him.
Not a single sound was heard. It seemed as if he had disappeared into the noisy world, and seemed to have melted into the heavy rain.
A knife appeared behind him and struck hard on his shoulder.
Sanyu leaned forward, carrying his right sword "Gange" on his back, and used the "Su Qin Carrying Sword" move to block the swordsman's sneak attack.
He turned around and stabbed forward with his left sword "Zhi Ge", but was blocked by the man with his bamboo hat. "Zhi Ge" easily pierced his bamboo hat, but when he pulled it out again, he was blocked by the man.
Locked. "Zhi Ge" buzzed, and the second-grade swordsman's internal force rushed straight towards Sanyu's body along the sword blade. The latter immediately counterattacked with his internal force. In this pouring rain, it was extremely abnormal for the two of them to
A puff of water vapor rose around him.
"Your two swords were both forged by your master, Pei Min. They can't tell, but I can." The second-grade swordsman said with a cruel smile.
"So, I want it all!"
Sanyu didn't answer, he stared at the second-grade swordsman's head.
Under the bamboo hat, there was no hair on the head. On the smooth head, there was a wolf head tattooed in three colors: blue, red and black.
Coupled with his appearance, which was not from the Central Plains at all, Sanyu couldn't help but think of a certain kind of person.
"Turk - no, Khitan, Khitan wolf slave!"
"As expected of the first disciple of the Sword Saint of the Tang Dynasty, his knowledge is indeed broad." The second-grade swordsman who is a Khitan wolf slave praised, "But if you find out my identity, you will not be able to survive!"
Sanyu smiled and said, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Oh?" The Khitan wolf slave obviously didn't expect that Sanyu would suddenly say such a sentence, and he couldn't help but become interested, "What do you want to ask?"
"I heard that the wolf slaves raised by the Khitan nobles all had their tongues cut out since they were children and cannot speak. Why do you—"
"Shut up!"
The Khitan wolf slave didn't know why, but he got angry, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "You are hastening your own death."
"Kill me? You don't have the ability!"
Sanyu suddenly let go of "Zhi Ge", and the Khitan wolf slave was still pulling back hard. Suddenly, he was shaken by Sanyu, his center of gravity was unstable, and he took a step back.
It was at this step that Sanyu seized the opportunity and struck his head with the long sword in his right hand.
The wolf slave raised his long sword and blocked Sanyu's attack. However, Sanyu snatched the "Zhi Ge" into his arms and regained it. He turned over and kicked the wolf slave back several meters away.
"There is something I have to tell you." Sanyu returned his swords to his hands, swung them away from the rain, positioned his swords, and said to the wolf slave.
"What?"
"Firstly, you can't kill me, and secondly, even if you kill me, you won't take away these two swords."
"Why?" The wolf slave was a little confused.
"Because there are others in this world. There are my master, two seniors, and so many sword-catchers! They will hunt you down to take away "Gange" and "Zhige" for you.
I will hunt you down because you are a Khitan wolf slave!"
"You can't take the sword away, let alone live!"
The Khitan wolf slave licked his lips, a dangerous light flashing in his eyes, "Then give it a try."
He strode forward and slashed with one hand, but his speed was surprisingly fast. The airtight attack forced Sanyu back continuously.
Sanyu clenched his teeth. He could see the weakness of the Khitan wolf slave in front of him. Although his offensive was fierce and his sword skills were sharp, his pace was surprisingly slow and he could not keep up with the direction of the sword. Every time Sanyu retreated,
He had to put away his sword and then charge some distance.
This kind of killing method can only be hacked on the battlefield. The most suitable one is fighting on the battlefield, but in one-on-one competition, you will most likely be killed by others.
But Sanyu didn't have the physical strength to exhaust him anymore. Even though his body skills were much more flexible than those of Wolf Slave, and his two swords were more mysterious and unpredictable than a single sword, after several consecutive fierce battles, Sanyu's internal energy was almost exhausted.
The wolf slaves were defeated step by step under the fierce and stormy offensive.
He raised the long knife of the wolf slave to the side, and handed the sword over with his other hand. The wolf slave easily dodged it, and the long knife was retracted and slashed towards Sanyu's neck. The latter turned his wrist and held the sword backwards.
With his head lowered, the wolf slave's knife was drawn close to his long sword. Sparks flickered and the air was filled with the smell of smoke. Then it was washed away by the heavy rain without leaving any trace.
Sanyu moved his steps and flashed behind the wolf slave like a ghost. He raised and lowered his swords towards the wolf slave's head and waist.
The wolf slave jumped back in the air, turned his body sideways, and in the space where the two swords were only one foot apart, he avoided Sanyu's fatal move and stabbed his throat with the long knife.
Sanyu kicked the ground violently, and his body floated backwards. When he raised his head again, the figure of the Khitan wolf slave had disappeared again in the pouring rain.
Apart from the sound of rain, the world returned to silence.
Along the long street, a person walked slowly and leisurely.
The man was dressed in gray cloth, with a stooped figure, white beard and white hair, and looked like an old country farmer. Only the expensive belt around his waist and the bloody human head tied above showed his extraordinary identity.
In the heavy rain, he approached a young man with a tense face and a solemn expression, and asked: "This little brother, now
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How's the situation going?"
The young man who was like an arrow from the string subconsciously drew out his long sword and stabbed the old man. The old man stretched out his fingers and pinched it easily, saying: "The old man just came to inquire about news, why do you need to go to war like this?"
The young sword holder was stunned for a moment, then slowly took back his sword and said, "Are you here to seize the sword too?"
The old man smiled: "The old man is just here to join in the fun. He has been involved in the world all his life and has never made a name for himself. Before I leave, I just want to see the big scene."
The young sword holder glanced at the head on his waist and swallowed. Although the old man said this, he was not a kind person, so it was better not to offend him.
A glint flashed in the old man's eyes, and he asked word for word: "I'm asking again, how is the situation here?"
I don't know if it was because of the heavy rain for a long time, but the young man couldn't help but shiver and said: "Sword Saint's first disciple Sanyu has extraordinary martial arts. We have killed several waves of people, but we all died in his hands.
Now there is a second-grade high-ranking swordsman going to seize the sword, but it is raining heavily, and we don't know what the situation is. We just hope that the heavy rain will stop soon so that we can go up again."
The old man nodded, touched his head on his waist, and asked again: "Is there a young master?"
"Young Master?" The young swordsman thought for a while, "Oh, there was indeed one person beside San Yu before. At dawn, a mysterious archery master sneak attacked him, but he was blocked by another child. Both of them were
It’s nothing serious. Many people withdrew from the sword fight because this incident undermined the dignity of swordsmen.”
The old man in gray nodded and murmured: "Sure enough, I didn't lie. If you didn't do this, you wouldn't survive today."
The young man holding the sword was confused and didn't know what the old man was talking about. The old man in gray patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, brother."
He walked forward again, his rickety figure disappeared in the rain curtain, and Ruoyouruowu's voice came from far away: "In the next life, stay safe and don't mess with people you shouldn't..."
The young swordsman touched his neck, and felt a cold feeling on his neck. He finally stopped at this action, his head rose into the sky, hot blood spurted out, and quickly turned into cold drops of blood.
The old man in gray clothes once again walked towards a man holding a sword...
Sanyu's shoulder was pierced by a long knife, and the Khitan wolf slave's strange sneaking skills made him unpredictable. Although he narrowly avoided the wolf slave's sneak attacks many times, he was still caught in the end.
The Khitan wolf slave sneaked into the rain again. Sanyu knelt on the ground with his long sword inserted into the ground. The wolf slave's mocking laughter came from all directions, and he did not dare to move rashly.
Suddenly there were footsteps behind him. Sanyu instinctively drew his sword and stabbed backwards, but was gently caught. An old voice came into his ears: "I am not an enemy."
Sanyu was stunned for a moment, not an enemy? Besides enemies, who else is here?
"Xue Yi Tang, Xu Fu."
The old man in gray gave his name and said with a smile: "I am here because of the young master."
Sanyu cautiously withdrew the long sword. He didn't know that Li Xin'an was the current leader of the Blood-clothed Hall. Looking at the second-level master from the notorious killer organization in front of him, he naturally had no good feelings.
"Junior brother is fine. If you care about him, just go and guard him in the yard. You don't have to come to me." Sanyu gritted his teeth and said.
"Mr. Sanyu, there is no need to hate me. I have no ill intentions towards you." Uncle Fu smiled, "If you are safe, the young master is safe. I, an old man who has lived in the shadows for most of his life, am not suitable to be by his side. So.
, you have to survive from this Khitan wolf cub."
"What do you want to do?" Sanyu asked solemnly.
"Of course I'll help you kill him."
After Uncle Fu said these words, he suddenly raised his hand. In Sanyu's dilated pupils, a dagger grazed his cheek and flew back. Behind the rain curtain, gold and iron met.
"Another one is here to die, and he's still an old man." The voice of the Khitan wolf slave came again, and he said sinisterly: "But, how did you find me?"
Uncle Fu said disdainfully: "With your meager stealth skills, even the children in the Blood Clothes Hall can tell at a glance that you are a master of tricks!"
"Xue Yi Tang?" The Khitan wolf slave was not angry. He mentioned the Blood Yi Tang, paused and said, "Hey, isn't that a famous killer organization in the world? It turns out that the so-called Sword Master of the Tang Dynasty also had an affair with the Blood Yi Tang.
If this spreads out, I wonder what people in the world will think of it?"
"Shut up!" Sanyu said angrily, "How could my master have anything to do with them!"
"Then why is this second-grade master of the Blood Clothes Hall standing next to you?"
Sanyu was speechless for a moment. To say that his junior brother was related to the Blood Clothes Hall seemed to be an insult to the sect.
Uncle Fu shook his head, "Mr. Sanyu doesn't have to argue with him. If we kill him, we won't have so many troubles."
"Kill me? Haha,
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You are in your dying years, even if you are both a second-grade high-ranking person, and even if you add Sanyu who is almost no longer capable of fighting, you still can't kill me." The Khitan wolf slave laughed unscrupulously.
"That's not necessarily the case." Uncle Fu suddenly rushed to a place, the rain curtain was cut open, and the long knife of the Khitan wolf slave appeared again.
Uncle Fu dodged the long knife, and his gray cloth robe spread out, revealing a set of soft armor worn next to his body.
The gray cloth robe covered his rickety body, and was then cut off by the wolf slave with a knife. However, under the robe, Fu Bo's figure had disappeared.
Sanyu could clearly see the traces of the Khitan wolf slave now, looking at him standing there with a blank expression on his face, at a loss as to what to do, just like himself just now.
Attack and defense alternated, and Fu Bo's voice came clearly into his ears: "Mr. Sanyu, attack his left side."
Although Sanyu was a little unhappy, he also understood that this was not the time for competition. The two swords were facing forward and backward, and they rushed towards the wolf slave.
The sword hadn't arrived yet, but the sword had arrived. The wolf slave was keenly aware of Sanyu's sneak attack, and simply ignored the disappearing Uncle Fu. The most important thing was to kill Sanyu first and seize the sword.
The swords crossed, sparks flew, and Uncle Fu's voice sounded in Sanyu's ears again: "Although his offensive is fierce, his weapons are much faster than yours. What you have to do is to turn against the enemy."
Sanyu instantly understood what Uncle Fu meant.
Yes, how could I not have thought that compared to him, my biggest advantage was precisely that what they were trying to snatch away was the sword in their hands!
Sanyu remembered a sword move that Pei Min had taught him, which was imprinted in his heart when he went to the palace to watch a female swordsman dancing in the palace.
It’s called: The Dance of Colorful Clothes.
Because it was a sword move created by a female swordsman, it was naturally suitable for women to perform. Pei Min only looked at a few of them and copied them when he came back. He always couldn't get the essence. When he passed it to Sanyu, he was also unable to do it. After practicing for several days, he couldn't find the essence.
After that, he threw it behind his mind.
But now Sanyu remembered this sword move. If he wanted to break the Khitan wolf slave's weapon, this sword move was the most suitable.
Sanyu straightened the sword he was holding behind his back, his waist was like a weak willow holding the wind, his arms were dancing lightly like a woman's veil, and the shadow of the sword passed by, spreading the rain curtain into ripples.
Two swords forged by masters of the Heavenly Realm struck the Khitan wolf slave's sword once, once, and again... repeatedly at the same position.
The wolf slave didn't understand why Sanyu, who had been on the defensive all the time, suddenly turned his back on the offensive. His sword was lying there, numbly blocking Sanyu's chops again and again.
Then, his knife broke into two pieces.
Sanyu fell to the ground. He had no strength left. His arms were swollen and it was difficult to lift them. The two tiger's mouths were split open and oozing blood. "Gange" and "Zhige" fell to the ground, burning the accumulated water into steam.
Hissing.
The wolf slave looked at Sanyu, who was obviously unable to fight anymore, and laughed loudly: "Shangyu, you exhausted all your inner strength just to cut off my knife? Are you trying to hold this knife on your back before you die?"
Sanyu's face was buried in the stagnant water. He inexplicably felt that the words of the wolf slave were somewhat reasonable. He obediently listened to the words of the second grade of the Blood Clothes Hall, exhausted all his inner strength, cut off his knife, and then looked like a dead dog.
Just lie here and let him slaughter you.
Isn’t it stupid!
The wolf slave walked forward with a ferocious smile, picked up the two swords dropped by Sanyu, and glanced towards the street.
There, dozens of men in green clothes with swords hanging across their waists were rushing towards us. The black waistbands hanging around their waists were particularly eye-catching.
Bad people!
The person who had all the hatred finally arrived.
The Khitan wolf slave sighed and said with some regret: "I originally wanted to play with you again, but I didn't expect the bad guys from Quan Wanqiu to arrive so soon. I can only deal with you quickly."
He walked up to San Yu, pointed the tip of his sword at his back, and was going to stab him hard.
Suddenly a voice came to my mind: "Have you forgotten me?"
The wolf slave turned his head in shock, the rain curtain was broken open, and Uncle Fu's cold eyes appeared in his eyes. What followed were countless flying needles, darts, sleeve arrows, iron caltrops and flying knives.
Under the pouring rain, the figure of the Khitan wolf slave was forever frozen in this moment.
Sanyu got up with difficulty and looked at the Khitan wolf slave who was tied up like a hedgehog. He didn't even leave a last word and just died without saying a word.
Three flying knives flew first, sealing the door of his heart, making it impossible for him to mobilize his internal energy, and then he was stabbed to death by a hidden weapon.
Uncle Fu stepped forward and returned the sword that Wolf Slave had taken to Chang Yu.
The bad guys have arrived. Although they were stopped outside the city gate last night and were blocked by heavy rain when entering the city this morning, they still arrived here when the rain weakened.
And this also shows that those sword-catchers who are eyeing him can no longer act recklessly.