"Oh, are you about to draw your sword now?" Wen Zhaochen pulled the corners of his mouth downwards, as if he was mocking him.

"I heard that you were not so serious about Zhang Yijian and Lu Sanlang!"

Yu Qiushui chuckled lightly, "That's natural. They are just fanatics in name only. They only bully the weak. How can they be compared to you, a killer who walks on bones."

He suddenly lowered his voice again and said to Luo Yunqing behind him.

"You must not leave the ship later, just stay in the middle of the ship, otherwise I won't be able to protect you."

A warmth suddenly surged in Luo Yunqing's heart. He suddenly wondered why Yu Qiushui didn't let him follow him to the ghost market. Was he really reluctant to part with the penny? Or did he want to protect himself?

"Yes!" He nodded vigorously and gently grabbed the corner of Yu Qiushui's clothes, like a child hiding behind his trusted father.

But he didn't know that this time, even Yu Qiushui had no confidence that he could come back.

Unlike Zhang Yilang and others, Wen Zhaochen is a real killer, and there are very few details about his killing methods. No one has seen him take action. Moreover, Yu Qiushui felt the difference in him as early as on the boat.

A cold murderous aura, an extremely dangerous aura.

If Wen Zhaochen is willing, Xiao Ruyi, who is number one on the sword immortal list, may not be able to sit so securely, right? So he doesn't dare to be careless. If he dies, what will Luo Yunqing do?

This is what Yu Qiushui thinks in his heart. He is not a god and cannot guarantee that he can defeat his opponent every time. As a swordsman, he must be aware of exposing his body to the wilderness at any time.

"Oh, you noticed it too." Wen Zhaochen raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, the bodies of those who came to challenge me are all lying quietly at the bottom of this lake."

"Ah!" Luo Yunqing suddenly jumped up from the boat in fright.

"This is the Wuye Lake you are talking about, rather it is the Wuming Lake." Yu Qiushui looked at the frightened Luo Yunqing and gave a bitter smile, and Luo Yunqing also grinned.

"You also know how many corpses are buried under this lake, right?" Wen Zhaochen smiled, his smile was like a sunny child.

"Ghost Sword Immortal, Wen Zhaochen, has one hundred and ninety-nine dead souls under his sword, fourth on the list of sword immortals." Luo Yunqing said softly while hiding behind Yu Qiushui.

"Yes, one hundred and ninety-nine corpses." Wen Zhaochen nodded proudly, "So Yu Qiushui, will you become the 200th corpse and lie at the bottom of this lake for thousands of years?"

"At least not now." Yu Qiushui wiped the sword in his hand and smiled confidently at Wen Zhaochen, "I still have unfinished business, how can I fall down here? Stop talking nonsense and draw your sword quickly!"

For the first time, Yu Qiushui could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart. He had never been so excited when facing Zhang Yijian, Lu Sanlang, and Xiao Shiyi. This excitement reminded him of a time when he and a person were facing each other a long time ago.

When it came to swordsmanship, the competition was really exciting.

"My sword is already out, you just need to find it yourself."

"Already out?" Yu Qiushui was puzzled.

Wen Zhaochen spread his hands, jumped lightly, his toes were a little on the bow of the ship, and his whole body was like a kite, submerged in the thick mist.

Yu Qiushui's ears suddenly stood up, because suddenly, he suddenly felt invisible sword energy swarming from all directions. They were hidden in the mist, invisible, but deadly.

Yu Qiushui suddenly remembered that Wen Zhaochen was a killer. The killer's sword was often hidden in the darkness and elusive, so the thick fog was the best cover for his murder.

"What a troublesome person.

!" Yu Qiushui looked at the thick fog around him and sighed. The sword he had raised suddenly dropped. For the first time, the sword in his hand lost its direction.

He could not judge the enemy's position, nor the direction of Wen Zhaochen's attack. He could only wait, forced to defend, and wait for Wen Zhaochen to reveal his flaws.

A cold light suddenly appeared from the thick fog, and a scimitar almost brushed Yu Qiushui's waist, but fortunately it did not hurt his skin.

Wen Zhaochen's sword failed and he hid in the fog again.

Another sword fell from the sky. Yu Qiu sailed the long sword horizontally and swung a sword energy in the air, cutting off Wen Zhaochen's attack. However, when he swung the sword again, he found that Wen Zhaochen's figure had already disappeared.

Yu Qiushui sighed, secretly angry.

"On the right!" Luo Yunqing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.

Yu Qiushui was suddenly startled, but he still swung his sword subconsciously. It was just a random sword, but he heard the sound of long swords clashing. Yu Qiushui's sword hit the sword in Wen Zhaochen's hand. Before he could

When launching the next attack, Luo Yunqing had already discovered the direction.

"How did you see him?" Yu Qiushui was overjoyed and looked at Luo Yunqing behind him, but then he thought, it might just be a coincidence.

"Don't be distracted and pay attention behind you!" Luo Yunqing said with a straight face. He didn't look like a child at all now. On the contrary, Yu Qiushui looked like an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

He obediently turned around in the air, flipped his wrist, and the Hao Que Sword was like a long dragon, tearing through the thick fog and piercing forward.

This time, the sword struck Wen Zhaochen again, but the sound of metal collision was heard again in the air, and Wen Zhaochen coughed.

It was obvious that Yu Qiushui's sword made him unable to guard against it, so he had to use the sword in his hand to block it in a hurry.

Wen Zhaochen did not rush to take action again, but hid in the darkness for a long time, seemingly waiting for an opportunity.

"Didn't I tell you that I have been frail and sick since I was a child? Therefore, my master didn't let me go out to play. I could only stay in the sword-making room every day and listen to other children playing outside. So I often pricked up my ears and eavesdropped, so my hearing also deteriorated.

It is much more sensitive than ordinary people. As long as you listen carefully, you will find that many things in this world will make particularly beautiful sounds." Luo Yunqing took the time to say that he seemed to have had a very miserable childhood.

"Well, really?" Yu Qiushui didn't know how to comfort him, and she choked on her words. The two of them seemed to have forgotten that they were in danger.

"So Qiu Shui is Yun Qing's friend, and Yun Qing doesn't want Qiu Shui to die." Luo Yunqing raised his head, his clear pupils like stars in the night sky.

"Well, I said, I won't die, at least before I kill Xiao Ruyi." Yu Qiushui nodded solemnly.

"Oh, do you also want to kill Xiao Ruyi?" Wen Zhaochen's sneer came from the mist.

"What, have you ever competed with him?" Yu Qiushui shouted into the air.

Wen Zhaochen hesitated for a while, then slowly spoke, his voice echoing on the lake.

"Yes, I received an assassination mission a year ago, and the target of the mission was none other than Xiao Ruyi."

"I chased him for three days and three nights, fought with him for three days and three nights, but almost every time I was defeated and ran away. Although I couldn't beat him, he couldn't kill me either. His sword is very fast.

, your sword is also very fast, but your speed shows weakness, while his sword is decisive in killing, and every sword is fatal."

"So, you mean I can't kill him?" Yu Qiushui touched his chin. This was the first time he knew that Wen Zhaochen had also assassinated Xiao Ruyi.

But after all, there are not just one or two people who want Xiao Ruyi dead.

"Yes, you can't kill him now, because

Without the child beside you, you are no threat to me, but can this child stay with you forever?" Wen Zhaochen said decisively.

"Therefore, if you want to kill Xiao Ruyi, it's not fast enough. You need to be faster!"

Yu Qiushui looked at Luo Yunqing who was smiling silly beside him, then looked back to look for Wen Zhaochen's figure in the void.

"Am I not fast enough?"

Just when he was in a trance, Luo Yunqing suddenly screamed heartbreakingly.

"Bow, bow!"

Yu Qiushui did not react, but when he reacted and wanted to raise his sword, it was already too late. Wen Zhaochen had already appeared in front of him.

But there was no sword in his hand. Wen Zhaochen stood upright, as tall and tall as a tree.

The sword in Yu Qiu's hand was still subconsciously slashed, but it missed the target. The sword fell weakly on the bow of the boat, cutting off a leg of the wooden boat.

It's an afterimage! How fast is Wen Zhaochen? He's so fast that he can leave afterimages in the air.

Wen Zhaochen's figure was like a ghost. He disappeared from the bow and appeared at the stern. He was only one step away from Luo Yunqing. Yu Qiushui's heart was in his throat. He wanted to save Luo Yunqing.

But he realized that he was too late.

"I will only do it once. You can see clearly that this step is called volley. It took me ten years to understand it by walking on the tip of a knife."

Wen Zhaochen lowered his head and glanced at Luo Yunqing in front of him. He didn't care about him at all and jumped into the air.

"Flying step?" Yu Qiushui was stunned. He didn't know what Wen Zhaochen meant and why he suddenly wanted to tell him about his Qing Gong.

However, he still watched carefully. Wen Zhaochen's figure was like a swimming dragon, jumping lightly in the air, and like a carp, swimming on the lake surface, like a human, but not human.

"King of Ghosts, what are you doing, sir?" On a high platform not far away, several people were looking down at this place. Strangely, ten feet away in the sky, the fog here was much lighter. A man in black clothes

The man was sitting there, watching the three of them attentively.

"Wen'er naturally has his own ideas when he does this. Let's just watch." The Ghost King waved his hand and never took his eyes away from the young man in black.

"Have you remembered?" Wen Zhaochen's voice was hidden in the air again.

"You remember it, right?" Yu Qiushui was a little puzzled. He had not yet been taught Qing Kung by his enemy.

"Now that you remember it, raise the sword in your hand and stab me. This time I will not hold back at all. If the little guy behind you opens his mouth again, then I will kill him!"

Wen Zhaochen's voice was cold in the air, as if he was ready to kill Luo Yunqing at any time, so he was so frightened that he quickly shut his mouth.

Yu Qiushui looked at Luo Yunqing, and he also jumped into the thick fog.

"Don't!" Luo Yunqing subconsciously jumped up and tried to grab the corner of Yu Qiushui's clothes, but missed. He was too scared, afraid that Yu Qiushui would leave him, afraid that Yu Qiushui would not come back, afraid of Yu Qiushui

Will be killed by that Wen Zhaochen.

The air around him became silent, and there was deathly silence above the lake. Luo Yunqing slumped on the ground in fear, with his legs curled up. He hugged his legs tightly with his arms and buried his head deeply between his legs.

.

"You must not leave the ship later, just stay in the middle of the ship, otherwise I won't be able to protect you." These words echoed in his mind.

I believe you will come back, and I will always be waiting for you in the middle of the ship, Luo Yunqing shouted firmly in his heart.
Chapter completed!