Jie's breathing was heavy, his body was covered in bloodstains, and his wounds were still oozing blood. The tip of the Thunder Sword dragged on the ground. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and green smoke rose around him, and the wounds gradually stopped bleeding.
Han Liu floated lightly on the courtyard wall, staring at the Duanhong Sword in his hand, and frowned: the numbness and stinging from the impact of the sword just now, as well as the unknown pulling force, there was something weird about his sword.
Experts from all walks of life also watched the battle for a while. Seeing that Zed could withstand so many moves under the Korean sword, they all commented.
"This young man has such strength at this age and has an extremely solid foundation. He must be a famous teacher. How come his swordsmanship has never been heard of in the world."
Zhang Liang was very careful. Even though Jie's height and body shape were no different from those of ordinary adult men, he still determined from the facial features, eyebrows and other details that Jie was definitely no older than seventeen or eighteen years old.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, facing a senior master who has been in the world for more than ten years, it is amazing enough to be able to fight like this.
Qi Diao Ji Liang stared at the Thunder Sword in Jie's hand, stepped forward and said: "The sword technique is extremely strong and strong, the sword energy is as bright as thunder, and the internal strength is majestic. Boy, what is your name."
Um?
Han Liu's eyes changed, and he looked at the back of Qi Diao Ji Liang with a gloomy expression.
Because the other party has come between him and the Qin man, he wants to stop himself from killing the Qin man.
"My name is Jie."
Jie looked at the man who suddenly walked out warily. He was dressed in white clothes trimmed with gold threads, and the sword on his waist was dangling with tassels. He took two steps and revealed the auspicious beast Teng Yun feather boots, showing an extraordinary bearing.
"My dear, Confucian lacquer carving master Ji Liang, the name of this sword is~"
Jie's pupils were trembling, and he subconsciously used all his internal energy while holding the sword with both hands.
"Dang~"
"Kunzhong."
The lacquered carving Ji Liang's unexpected sword slashed Jie Lian back several feet with his sword, leaving long sword marks on the stone brick floor of the villa.
He stared hard into Jie's eyes and asked, "You are good at martial arts, why do you kill people so wantonly?"
Jie felt bursts of pain coming from the tiger's mouth of his hands. He knew that this was another master of the Dacheng Realm. He gritted his teeth and replied firmly: "I will not offend anyone unless they offend me."
Sure enough?
Hearing this, Qi Diao Ji Liang dispersed his attack and inserted the Kunzhong Sword back into his waist, "You are here to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference."
At this time, Jie also understood somewhat. The person in front of him did not want to kill him, but wanted to seek justice?
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stuck the Thunder Sword on the ground, and asked with a sneer: "What else? I don't think there is any need for swordsmen from the Qin State in this sword discussion conference. They are just fooling themselves and others."
"What did you say?! Looking for death~" Han Liu suddenly became furious, "You arrogant boy, how dare you speak such nonsense!"
Just as Feiyan Sword was about to come out again, a sword light suddenly flashed across him. The sword energy was clear and cold, making him calm down instantly.
Chen Xiao didn't know when he had entered the scene. The thumb of his sword-holding hand touched the sword grid. The sword energy unique to Zhanlu Sword was like a breeze blowing across the sky and earth.
Han Liu seemed to feel that the whole world was watching him, and if he took action again, he would be attacked by the sword energy that filled the world.
Zhanlu Sword Qi! This is Zhanlu Sword Qi!
Realizing that he had been wandering around the world for half his life, there was still a big gap between him and a master like Chen Xiao who held the Zhanlu Sword in his hand. Han Liu felt a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart.
Feng Tu, Fu Nian, Tian Hu, Zhang Liang and others experienced Zhanlu Sword Qi personally for the first time, and they all showed expressions of surprise.
Qi Diao Ji Liang glanced at Chen Xiao, his expression showed no surprise.
Chen Xiao walked towards Jie and spoke in a gentle tone, "You mean, the people here stopped you from participating in the sword debate and wanted to kill you. That's why you took action to kill."
Even the master was not recognized by Zhan Lu. This person was Chen Xiao who was recognized by Zhan Lu Jian.
The arrogance and madness in Jie's heart had subsided a lot. He already knew that if this master in the sword discussion conference was picked out at random, he would be involved in a deadly battle.
"I said before, I won't offend anyone unless they offend me."
When Chen Xiao heard this, he shook his head and sighed.
Jie did not lie. Qi Diao Ji Liang and himself made a good judgment. It was these Jianghu knights who wanted to kill this Qin man, but they had great martial arts skills and were killed instead.
During the sword discussion conference, a swordsman came to the door, but prevented others from entering. He also wanted to kill people, and he couldn't blame anyone for being killed.
"I see, this matter is my fault at the Sword Making Villa."
Feng Tu took the initiative to walk out, clasped his fists at Jie, and then saluted around him, "The sword discussion conference should naturally welcome swordsmen from all over the world. From now on, before the sword discussion starts, no one can be in the villa.
Private fights, discussions and exchanges are acceptable, but if there is bloodshed, then~"
Fengtu Longyuan sword came out, the sword power was like bloody wind and rain, and a blood-red sword energy shot straight into the sky.
"It means being an enemy of Feng."
After saying this, a strong wind blew inside the villa, causing many people to have difficulty standing and look horrified.
"Master Feng's words make sense."
"That's right, that Qin man will definitely die without a burial place when the sword debate comes!"
"As guests do, please do as you wish. We will listen to Master Feng's wishes."
"If Master Feng hadn't been kind, that man named Jie would have died in the hands of Feiyan Sword."
"Yeah yeah."
"..."
Qi Diao Ji Liang listened to the crowd's discussion and curled his lips in displeasure, "Huh, Feng Tu, you do know how to do superficial things."
Chen Xiao only glanced at Jie one more time and didn't say anything else.
The Korean Wave has already sadly disappeared.
After such a farce, Jie successfully moved into the villa. However, it was obviously not a place where he could feel at ease. He had to check his food and drink again and again every day, and spent almost all his sleeping time practicing mental techniques.
…
"Oh, we're finally here. I haven't been to this place for seven years, and I didn't expect it to be even more beautifully decorated. It really deserves to be a wealthy family."
This is a man with a high ponytail and a bunch of wild bangs. He covers his left eye from time to time. He has narrow eyes and eyebrows. He is walking in the villa, looking left and right.
"Hey, who are the masters in this conference?" He put his hands behind his head and asked leisurely to the disciple leading the way.
"Greater hero, your residence is here. As for who the masters are, I, an errand boy, can't know."
The disciple smiled bitterly as he pushed open the door of the room, "I heard that there are many Confucian gentlemen here, including Fu Nian, Zhang Liang, Chen Xiao, Qi Diao Ji Liang, and Zhuan Sunxun."
While he was talking, he tugged his fingers, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and added: "Today there is a Qin swordsman. I heard that he killed many Jianghu people who blocked the road before he moved into the village.
Because of him, the head of the family has ordered that no one should see the light of blood before the sword is opened. I hope the knight will know this."
"I know, I know, I am Yue Cang and you still don't understand me."
He waved his hand impatiently and closed the door with a snap.
Yue Cang was originally from the Chu State and was well-known in the Jingchu world. The sword in his hand was named Longzao. In the sword discussion meeting seven years ago, he was defeated by Lu Yan in the form of a sword demon.
After that, Yue Cang worked hard for many years and believed that he was successful in martial arts. How could he miss such a grand event as the Sword Contest.
"Brother, this time, no matter what, I want to make you famous all over the world." In the room, Yue Cang raised his sword and knocked on the hilt.