The boat sailed to a place more than ten feet away from Xian Bridge. Although it was in the current, it seemed to be in still water, motionless.
There were two people standing at the bow of the boat. Judging from their clothes, they were a man and a woman.
Everyone in Xianqiao focused their attention on the man and the woman, their eyes exuding a frightening murderous aura, as if the weapons on their bodies were already piercing each other.
This time, Chen Qinglan secretly took the lead in luring the snake out of the cave to encircle and suppress the Nestorian remnants. The Di Sect dispatched four masters, three of the fourth grade and one of the third grade. This was already half of the Di Sect's elite force in Suzhou.
Gu, Lu, Zhu and Zhang also sent their own experts.
Zhu Jiuchun was also present, and he was accompanied by a beautiful girl in white. She was the junior sister who studied with him in Leiyuan Sect. This girl's name was Duan Yuying. Her other identity was a Taoist priest from Yunhuifengsugan of Leiyuan Sect. 's daughter.
Duan Yuying and Zhu Jiuchun are both at the fourth level of cultivation. They are considered the leaders of the younger generation of Lei Yuan Sect. Being able to step from the fifth level to the fourth level is already considered to be another level of martial arts.
After all, not every martial artist can survive the first martial arts tribulation, and not every martial artist has strong backup resources. When passing through the martial arts tribulation, there are literary masters who recite blessings and mantras to protect the law.
Often reaching the peak of the fifth level means that for most martial artists, death is imminent.
Zhu Jiuchun asked a calm old man beside him: "Mr. Zhou, do you think these two people are remnants of Nestorianism?"
This old man's name is Zhou Qian. He is a loyal retainer of the Zhu family and a third-grade master. Together with Liu Guangmu, another third-grade master of the Zhu family, they are also known as the two heroes of the Zhu family.
The two heroes of the Zhu family have been in the third rank for more than 20 years and are expected to be promoted to the second rank, so they are particularly relied upon by the Zhu family.
As for Liu Guangmu being seriously injured in Suzhou Wenting last time, otherwise he would probably be there tonight.
Life-and-death battles between masters, meridians training and baptism, are also one of the ways to improve one's cultivation. This opportunity is once in a lifetime.
Zhou Qian responded: "I think it can't be wrong, and it's not a small fish or shrimp."
Someone in Xianqiao said loudly: "There are two people on the boat, please tell me your names." Although the voice was clear and clear, there was a sense of intimidation.
This man's name was Feng Shoudao. He was a close bodyguard of Lu Tao, the governor of Suzhou. He was an official of Zhonglang General and the commander of the imperial guards of Suzhou.
Although he was an official of the imperial court, he took orders from the Lu family.
In the territory of Suzhou, the Suzhou Prefecture Guards are like the Lu family's private army, but they are raised in a legitimate manner.
Feng Shoudao entered the third rank more than a year ago, and he is only in his early thirties. According to the saying that after the fifth rank, each promotion to a rank requires the same effort and time as before. Feng Shoudao has entered the martial arts for twenty years, but He is a person who is expected to enter the second level at the age of fifty.
From this point of view, Feng Shoudao's future achievements will be higher than those of the two heroes of the Zhu family.
The men and women in the boat looked at each other.
The man said: "Miao Xian, it seems that I am well prepared tonight."
The woman responded: "Xiao Xiong, I'm afraid tonight will be unlucky. I didn't expect that after twenty years apart, this reunion would be so short."
The man laughed loudly: "My brothers in the religion died in battle, but I, Xiao Xiong, have survived for twenty years. I feel guilty and uneasy every moment, and I am ready for martyrdom every moment. But it's a pity..." He turned around as he spoke I took a look at the oiran-painted boat flowing slowly with the water.
The woman said: "I have been able to protect the saint for nearly twenty years, and I can also protect her tonight."
Xiao Xiong nodded: "As long as we can protect the saint girl from leaving safely, it would be a shame for both of us to die."
He shouted loudly: "Xiao Xiong, the Nestorian envoy of Great Qin, is here!"
Miao Xian responded: "Miao Xian, the observer of Nestorianism in the Great Qin Dynasty!"
When everyone in Xianqiao heard this, they secretly exclaimed that it was indeed a big fish.
Nestorianism in the Great Qin Dynasty had two kings, King Mingyao of the Sun and King Qinghui of Duanyue. Both the Sun and Moon Kings were immortal demons. Fortunately, they died in the great war twenty years ago.
Next are the four guardian elders.
The six envoys of Xuan, Guan, Sheng, Li, Ji, and Yi are the six envoys of Nestorianism. Corresponding to the Nestorian moral principles: Xuan Miao Wuwei: Guan Qi Yuan Zong: Sheng Li Yao: Li You Wang: Ji material benefit people: Yi
Travel the world.
These twelve people are Nestorian elites, all of whom are all-powerful figures in martial arts.
Fortunately, in Suzhou, a land of dragons and tigers, today the four clans have united with the earth sect to bring out all the elites. In other places, they would have said that they would encircle and suppress two people, but even if they wanted to capture one of them, it would be impossible.
Over the years, the remnants of the Nestorian religion have changed their surnames and gone into hiding. Today, the two envoys of Ji and Guan gather together, and the identity of the owner of the oiran-painted boat behind him is evident.
Although it is not certain yet, everyone already knows in their minds that it should be the sixteen words spread by Nestorianism: Mortal women become saints, supreme treasures. Harmony with heaven and earth, restore my light.
Nestorian saint!
Someone in Xianqiao called out: "Brother Zhang, long time no see. Maybe I should call you Brother Xiao."
When everyone heard that someone was greeting the remnants of the Nestorian religion, they immediately looked over.
The speaker was a tall, thin and slender man, giving people the impression of being frail and careless.
Just now, he did not attract any attention among the dozens of people, but now his eyes are unusually bright and radiant, giving people an unfathomable feeling.
Zhu Jiuchun saw a long knife stuck diagonally on the man's back and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zhou, he is a reclusive figure in the Zhang family - Wei Sanren, the King of Swordsmen."
Zhou Qian nodded: "It's Wei Sanren. I didn't even know he was there. It seems that he has reached the point where he has no breath." It is easy to release the true energy but difficult to collect it. He is already at the third level, but he didn't feel Wei Sanren at all just now.
The presence.
Zhu Jiuchun was shocked: "Second grade."
Zhou Qian said: "Probably not yet."
Zhu Jiuchun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiao Xiong laughed loudly: "Brother Wei, tonight you and I are our own masters. Let's reminisce about our old love among the swords."
As he spoke, he tore off a piece of his sleeve and cut off his robe, clearly indicating that he was a sworn enemy.
Wei Sanren stood on the bridge and looked down. Their eyes were as sharp as razor blades. They immediately locked arms and locked arms. Before they even exchanged blows, they were already clashing with each other.
Wei Sanren smiled and said: "Brother Zhang, brother, I have been wandering at the peak of the third level for many years. Is a free fight with you tonight an opportunity to break through to the third level?"
Yes, the higher the cultivation level, in addition to accumulation and accumulation, you also need an opportunity to advance to the third level. This opportunity to break through to the third level is difficult for some people to find in their lifetime.
The path of martial arts is a path in which a human body transforms into a god, and there are many obstacles in the way.
Many warriors believe that the only way to achieve phoenix nirvana is to risk death and live another life.
Wei Sanren hoped that Xiao Xiong's cultivation would not fall behind after not seeing each other for so many years. It would be best to force him to the point of life and death.
Endless progress is also the pursuit of true martial artists.
Xiao Xiong laughed: "Brother Wei, although you and I know each other, I have never felt like holding your head in my hands."
"Okay! This is what my brother has been waiting for."
Wei Sanren said loudly: "Tonight is a life and death battle between me and Brother Zhang. Please don't interfere between us, comrades. If not, don't blame Wei for being ruthless with his majestic sword."
The powerful sword! It is indeed Wei Sanren, the King of Swords.
There was once a master craftsman who made two swords and presented them to Emperor Gaozu. One was good at winning and the other was powerful. They were passed down as treasures.
Wei Sanren's sword is Wei Sheng.
At this moment, it was up to a powerful person like Wei Sanren to try Xiao Xiong's strength first, and naturally no one refused.
Zhu Jiuchun asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zhou, do you think it is possible for Wei Sanren to take the opportunity to let Xiao Xiong go?" I just heard that the two were acquaintances and had a good friendship, so Zhu Jiuchun asked this question.
Zhou Qian responded: "Wei San people have been longing for this opportunity to meet their opponents for a long time. In order to find the opportunity to risk their lives and survive, Wei San people have no chance of holding back."
Wei Sanren drew his sword. The sword was powerful and thick, and the color of the sword was light green.
Just the force of drawing the sword has made many people with weaker cultivation feel slightly trembling, and their backs feel like they have been plunged into an ice cellar. They feel as if the light green light has pierced their backs.
Wei Sanren asked: "What kind of weapon does Brother Zhang use? Is it still a pair of fleshy palms?"
He and Zhang Xiong were both the dead men of the loyal and famous Zhang Gong. He was in the light and Zhang Xiong was in the dark. Everyone knew Wei Sanren, the King of Swordsmen, but they didn't know about Zhang Xiong. They didn't expect this colleague who also protected Zhang Gong.
It was actually Xiao Xiong, the Nestorian envoy of the Great Qin Dynasty.
Such a well-known figure must have a lot of talent under his fame, and his heart was filled with enthusiasm, eager for a battle.
Xiao Xiong responded: "Wei Sanren, don't waste time, hurry up and die, so that I can hold your head and deal with those guys."
"good!"
Oops!
Like a tiger roaring.
Wei Sanren took action.
Before the knife arrives, the force of the blade's true energy breaks through the water first. The surface of the river suddenly cracks like a fish skimming the water, and the cracked water surface becomes smooth and wrinkle-free like tofu dropped by a knife.
Because it was so fast, the water had not turned into a beady state at the moment it was cut by the force of the true energy, so it was possible to create such a strange scene.
Just like an ordinary person holding a sharp sword to draw water, he will always be able to draw a splash of water.
This sword made many people ask themselves, under the pressure of the strong Qi of the Sword King Wei Sanren, they had some chance of escaping, but they were afraid that the blade would be cut in half by the Qi of the sword.
More than ten feet away, Wei Sanren's blade arrived in the blink of an eye, and the two people on the boat were about to be cut into pieces together with the boat.
A strange scene appeared.
Wei Sanren's sword missed the target. Not to mention Xiao Xiong, even the boat was unharmed.
Wow, there was a huge sound of water splashing behind me.
However, it was only after Wei Sanren finished slashing with his sword that the water splashes fell and made a sound.
If Wei San's feet are lightly touched by the water, if he reaches the fifth level of martial arts, he can control the invisible air, and those with higher cultivation levels can control objects. Therefore, it is not unusual for people to float on the water. To be able to be as still as Wei San, it is as if he is standing on the water.
There aren't many on land.
Wei Sanren laughed and said, "Brother Zhang, what's going on? I've never missed a kill in my life."
Xiao Xiong said with a smile: "This is the four-pole magical skill of my Nestorian spiritual protection skill, which is to lead, push, and move. I just used the moving skill."
Wei Sanren smiled and said: "Okay, this is really an eye-opener for my brother. Come again!"
Xiao Xiong fought with bare hands.
For a moment, all I could see was water splashing all over the wide canal. One wave was unstable and another wave appeared. It was as dense as a rain of knives falling from the sky, and the screams of palms and knives filled my ears.
The figures of the two people were mixed in the dark water, seemingly visible but completely invisible.
The two men are of equal cultivation and have equal strength. They can only fight with each other, relying on the skill of their moves and the strength of their blades to defeat their opponents.
And if there is a huge disparity in cultivation, it is just a matter of one sword strike.
This is like an egg that can never touch a stone, but when two stones collide, one of them can defeat the other with its sharpness.
At this moment, the two of them are like two stones, using their sharp points to defeat each other's weak points.
