Chapter 43: The Sword Comes Out of Ghosts and Spirits
That chuckle was extremely familiar.
After Chen Yao was briefly stunned, light and joy immediately appeared in her eyes, and she suddenly turned her head and looked behind her.
Behind her, in the narrow alley, a figure was approaching slowly, wearing a simple but neat light-colored robe. Who could it be if it wasn't Chen Mu?
"Second brother!"
Chen Yao's face was filled with surprise.
Although she didn't know how Chen Mu appeared here, to her, it was as if a beam of light suddenly appeared in the boundless darkness that was about to drown her.
Chen Mu just stepped forward with a calm expression, looking past Chen Yao to the common man, and said: "When did the Bliss Sect dare to appear in Kyoto in broad daylight?"
"Magician..."
The word came out of the man's mouth.
In Kyoto of the Great Yuan Dynasty, magicians, especially high-level magicians, were almost the spokesperson of the Great Yuan Dynasty, and their status was more special than any other group.
But the problem is that he knows almost all the high-level magicians in Si Tiantai, but Chen Mu does not exist in his memory. Obviously Chen Mu is not from Si Tiantai!
Coupled with the name Chen Mu was given by Chen Yao, the common man immediately thought that Chen Mu was probably a magician who had just awakened recently and was not known to anyone yet, and he had not yet joined Si Tiantai.
"Why, don't you tell me about your crooked rumors?"
Chen Mu spoke casually.
He had no interest in the cults themselves, such as the Ultimate Bliss Sect and the Natural Sect, but he was a little interested in the so-called 'real people' mentioned by the common man and the talk about the approaching end of the world.
Many things are not groundless. The two major evil cults, the Paradise Sect and the Tiansheng Sect, can still continue to exist despite the encirclement and suppression by the Yuan Dynasty and the Eight Sects of the World. There is no doubt that they have their secrets.
The clothed man remained silent.
He was very aware of the abilities of magicians and knew that in a place like Kyoto, it was almost impossible to escape the pursuit of a magician, so there was no point in retreating.
Quietly, a sleeve thorn slipped from his sleeve and was held in his hand. He stood there without any movement, but a terrifying aura gradually spread.
This depression made the air seem to become heavy, making it difficult for Chen Yao to breathe. There was a hint of horror in her eyes, knowing that the man in cloth was condensing and not speaking. Once he burst out, he would strike with thunder!
How terrifying would the outbreak of a fifth-grade warrior be?
Moving like thunder,
Thousands of armies can defeat the enemy!
Chen Yao had difficulty breathing due to the terrifying aura brewing from the common man, but when she saw Chen Mu still walking towards this side unconsciously, she suddenly became anxious.
"Second brother, be careful, he is at the fifth level of martial arts!"
Chen Yao reluctantly shouted out.
Sixth-level magicians and fifth-level warriors are equivalent in terms of levels, but there is no doubt that the closer the distance, the more disadvantageous it is for the magician. What's more, it is still broad daylight and is not a night that is beneficial to the magician!
Chen Mu approaches so recklessly, and if the man in cloth suddenly gets violent, even if Chen Mu is a sixth-level magician, he will face great danger, and his life or death may be decided in an instant!
But Chen Mu's expression did not change in the face of Chen Yao's reminder. He still walked forward with a calm expression until he reached Chen Yao's side.
Then.
Chen Mu gently stretched out his hand and took the broken sword from Chen Yao's hand.
He didn't look at the man in cloth. He just put the broken sword in front of him and looked at it carefully. He saw that the sword had been broken to the point where only the hilt and less than an inch of the broken blade were left.
The common man never made any move.
Just stare at Chen Mu.
The oppressive aura belonging to the fifth-grade warrior became stronger and stronger. Chen Yao next to her could only resist the oppression by completely concentrating her mind. Her heart was extremely nervous, as if she couldn't even hear her own heartbeat and breathing.
There was only a vast silence left between heaven and earth.
"It seems you are not going to say another word to me."
Realizing that Chen Yao could not resist the pressure brought by the martial arts will of the common man, Chen Mu finally looked away and looked at the common man with some disappointment.
Chen Mu spoke, and the depressing atmosphere was dispelled for a moment.
But at that moment, the common man moved.
The sleeve thorn in his hand suddenly turned up, and the martial arts will that had been brewing before was suddenly invaded like a rushing river!
It looks like a simple stab with a raised hand.
But in Chen Yao's eyes, he suddenly saw that the entire sky seemed to be darkened, and patches of blood and light intertwined, as if it had become a sea of blood, trying to drown everything!
Only sixth-grade warriors can hone the rudiments of martial arts will and integrate it into their own blood, while fifth-grade warriors can truly enter the palace, and every move and every style contains their will.
If your will is not firm enough, your mind will be shocked all of a sudden. Seeing such a terrifying illusion in front of you, you will find it difficult to even move, let alone parry the opponent's attack!
Chen Yao has seen this kind of power before.
From Meng Lao, she experienced stronger martial will.
But having seen it before does not mean that she can resist and see through it. After all, she is only at the eighth level now, and no warrior can truly resist such a martial will before the sixth level.
this moment.
Chen Yao only felt how insignificant she was, and could only see that everything in front of her was submerged in the sea of blood. Both herself and Chen Mu next to her were like insignificant ants, about to be swallowed up.
"Oops, the second brother is too close to him."
This thought came to Chen Yao's mind, and her heart felt cold. The range of martial intent was very small and limited by blood energy, but Chen Mu was too close, so it must be within the range of influence.
It would be fatal for a magician to come into close contact with a warrior.
However.
Just the next moment.
The sea of blood that had turned into a huge wave and was about to surge down suddenly froze in the air, and then all the illusions were torn to pieces like paper.
Chen Yao felt her eyes blur before she saw the narrow alley and the figure of the man in cloth again.
The sleeve thorn in the man's hand had disappeared at some point. Not only did the man fail to get closer, he even took several steps back. Several extremely deep footprints appeared on the ground!
Don't wait for Chen Yao to become stunned.
Chen Mu, who had been standing nearby and seemed to be doing nothing, raised his hand lightly, holding the broken sword with only an inch of blade left in it, and waved it diagonally towards the man in cloth who was ten steps away.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Yao saw a bright white sword light suddenly appear from the void, falling from the sky, like a river rolling down, making the heaven and earth seem to be eclipsed for a while.
The sword is so terrifying!
"Royal!"
The man in cloth let out a roar, the sound was like thunder, exploding in the streets and alleys, he pushed his palms upwards, and the true energy belonging to the fifth-level warrior exploded with all his strength, turning into a barrier visible to the naked eye, blocking the sword light.
But it has no effect.
The true energy barrier is like fragile glass. It breaks into pieces when it comes into contact with the sword light. Immediately afterwards, the whole person is directly submerged in the sword light. With his eyes wide open, his body is covered inch by inch in the sword light from top to bottom.
Annihilation.
The copper skin and iron bones of the fifth-grade warrior were like paper, and even the blood was crushed clean by the white sword light.
finally.
The common man disappeared completely, leaving only a dark pit about one foot in diameter. At a glance, it was unclear how deep it was!