Song Xiao frowned. The other party's sword skills were so cunning and weird. Not only could he stop him several times with one sword, he could also continuously accumulate power on the sword. The more collisions, the stronger the energy accumulated. But the collision of the blades must not stop.
, otherwise the bamboo cutter only needs one horizontal slash, and at least seven or eight Golden Sword disciples around him will lose their lives.
His internal strength has reached the rare "fifth level", and he is constantly sending internal force into his arm to keep the knife in his hand from falling out. The internal force even forms a circle of shield on the narrow knife to deal with the force of the collision.
Buffer, finally able to continue to support it.
The two sides cut each other hundreds of swords in a row, both using their inner strength to cover their swords. The swords were swung wildly, and the crowds in all directions were likely to be injured if they were close, so each retreated a few feet away.
When everyone saw the battle, they were all shocked. Song Xiao was not an ordinary figure in the world. He was a senior expert who had been famous for a long time and was respected by many martial arts colleagues. For a moment, he was unable to defeat the bamboo cutter. He even had beads of sweat on his forehead and was killed by the sword.
Between the torn robes, one can see the difficulty and a bit of embarrassment in the confrontation.
After another forty or fifty moves, the bamboo cutter became more and more relaxed in swinging his sword, but Song Xiao seemed to be trying his best, but was at a disadvantage. However, no one around him could intervene in the battle, so he could only squeeze his hands and fists.
Shout and cheer.
Suddenly, during a confrontation between the two, there was a crisp sound, which was completely different from the previous sound of metal collision.
The bamboo cutter passed by each other, felt a light touch on his hand, and glanced downward from the corner of his eye, only to find that only the handle of the knife in his hand was left, and the blade was broken into dozens or hundreds of pieces and fell to the ground.
Song Xiaochang exhaled a breath of turbid air, his face turned from white to red, he swung the narrow knife and pointed towards the opponent's throat: "Your knife is broken, don't resist." He was secretly glad in his heart, thanks to the treasured sword "Xue Feng" that had been tempered for thousands of times in his hand.
"Cut", it is tough and hard, and its strength is far stronger than the ordinary stainless steel knife in the hand of a bamboo cutter. Otherwise, if the fight continues, the outcome will be uncertain.
Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. The bamboo cutter no longer had a knife in his hand. Even if he resisted stubbornly, it would be nothing more than a fight between trapped beasts and he would not be able to make waves.
At this moment, the black coffin behind suddenly trembled, and Wang Yuanwei's body also shook twice, as if it was about to step out.
"Fake corpse?"
"What's going on?"
Everyone suddenly panicked. How could the coffin and corpse move?
There was an explosion sound, and the black ironwood coffin broke into many pieces and flew everywhere. A burst of white smoke suddenly rose from the place, filling the entire mourning hall in an instant. I don’t know who shouted.
"This smoke is poisonous", everyone was frightened and retreated. Some ran away and some shouted, creating chaos. Song Xiao, Qi Yue and others shouted to dissuade them, but they couldn't stop it.
When the smoke and dust dissipated and people calmed down, they discovered that Wang Yuanwei's body was lying on the ground, his head hitting the carved dragon on the back of Leng Jin Dao, and the black lacquer coffin had become a pile of fragments. As for the bamboo cutter
, has long since disappeared in the chaos.
Song Xiao stepped forward, bent down and picked up a piece of fragment to examine it, and then dipped his hand into some white powder on the ground. His face suddenly turned livid, and he shouted in a low voice: "Someone sneaked in, and just shattered the coffin with his internal force.
A bag of flour filled the sky and rescued the boy!"
Qi Yue said flatly: "The ones who rescued Fuzhuke should be his Demon Cult accomplices. Everyone, go and blockade the whole city immediately, don't let those two people escape!"
Song Xiao waved his hand: "No need."
Wang Lifeng stared at him in disbelief: "Master, why? They are the murderers of my father!"
Song Xiao sighed leisurely: "With our people, we can't stop them, and we will only lose our lives in vain. Junior nephew Qi, help Lifeng handle the funeral of Head Wang. This is a serious matter, and it concerns the Demon Cult. I have to
Return to Yunwu Mountain as soon as possible and report to senior brother."
…
Xiangyun City, a rough inn, a side room on the top floor.
The window was broken open from the outside, and one person carried another person into the house.
The bamboo cutter was put down from his shoulders by the man, and he turned around and said, "Brother, didn't you leave? Why are you back again?" Although the face of the person in front of him was unfamiliar, judging from his movements, it was the same person who had taken the cold gold before.
The sword-taker.
The man who took the knife sneered: "I am a well-known 'tea picker' in the world, specializing in stealing magical weapons. How can I leave without the Lengjin knife? I returned to Xiangyun City earlier than you did!"
The bamboo cutter thought to himself, aren't the tea pickers the ones who picked the tea leaves? Why did they steal things? But the man helped him get out of trouble, so he was embarrassed to ask, so he said, "Thank you, brother, for taking me out of there."
"You have to thank me properly." The tea picker snorted again, "I was hiding in the Golden Knife Gate in the middle of the night last night. I wanted to wait for you to return the knife and steal the Leng Jin Knife. But in order to save you,
You don’t even bother taking the knife away. You owe me a lot of money!"
"I owe you?"
The bamboo cutter was a little confused. No matter how you calculate it, you owe me the bamboo cutter and the grilled fish. I don't owe you anything.
"In order to make up for my loss, you have to steal weapons from the weapon catalog with me in the future." The tea picker continued, "Now others think that we are the murderers of Wang Yuanwei. We are just grasshoppers on a rope.
, When one is prosperous, both are prosperous, and when one is lost, both are harmed, do you understand?"
The bamboo cutter shook his head: "I didn't harm anyone, and you didn't harm anyone. If someone comes to find you, just make it clear. I won't steal things with you."
The tea picker was angry and laughed: "You idiot, can't you see that someone deliberately framed you? How could Wang Yuanwei die so coincidentally, being chopped in two and being hit by the ghost palm? How could you tell the difference clearly? I won't wait for you.
If you tell me clearly, they will arrest you and kill you first."
The bamboo cutter said: "They can't catch me. That Uncle Song is the most powerful, he can't beat me."
"Song Xiao is a famous figure, but he is not the most powerful master in the world." The tea picker saw with his own eyes the entire exchange between the bamboo cutter and Song Xiao and others, and confirmed that he was really a rookie who was inexperienced in the world, so he explained
, "There are five or six people in the Yunmo Sect whose martial arts are superior to Song Xiao. Among them, the 'Sword Emperor' and the 'Sword Emperor' can kill you if they come."
The bamboo cutter asked in confusion: "Rice brother? rag picker? Rice planter and rag picker?"
The tea picker laughed so much that he coughed twice and said: "Sword Emperor and Sword Emperor are the titles given to them by people in the world. One is the emperor who uses swords, and the other is the emperor who uses swords. Yunmo Sect is one of the top ten sects in the world.
One, the largest sect in Yunzhou, the Sword Emperor and the Sword Emperor are the two strongest masters in it, known as the 'White Sword Emperor on Yunwu Mountain and the Black Sword Emperor on the Yemo River'."
The bamboo cutter thought thoughtfully: "Is that so? Then I have to avoid them. But I won't steal from you."
The tea picker said again: "I don't need your help to steal things, you just need to help me deal with the people who are chasing me. I'll hire you as a bodyguard."
"this……"
The bamboo cutter wondered whether he should say "You are a thief and I don't want to give you a bodyguard."
Seeing the bamboo cutter's hesitation, the tea picker thought of some of the things he had learned about him during the two hours after sneaking into Jindaomen today, and chuckled: "Oh, it doesn't matter if you don't give me a bodyguard, but just
You can't find the knife you want with me."
As expected, the bamboo cutter's expression changed: "Can you help me find a knife?"
The tea picker said: "Including the Golden Knife Sect, you picked the leaders of six sect gangs in a row, just for a special knife? But you have been regarded as the murderer of Wang Yuanwei, and you will be regarded by the martial arts in the future.
He is wanted for being a demon sect thief, and he is wanted and arrested wherever he goes. Only by following me, a master thief who is good at disguise and hiding, can we continue to search for the knife."
The bamboo cutter thought for a while and said, "What you said makes sense. But I still have a question."
"What's the problem?"
"Why do they want to arrest the tofu grinder?"
"The Devil's Cult is not someone who grinds tofu." The tea picker couldn't help but put his index finger on his forehead and said angrily, "The Devil's Cult is the bad name for the 'Huangtian Cult' by people in the world. The Huangtian Cult was established decades ago.
It was very prosperous for a while, but later because of his weird behavior and inconsistent with the secular etiquette and dogma, he was jointly strangled by the martial arts people. In recent years, whenever there is a suspected member of Huangtian Sect, it will cause a shock in the martial arts world, and the masters of various sects will take action to exterminate them."
The bamboo cutter nodded and said: "Ah, I understand. Are you from the Devil's Cult? I heard that people from the Devil's Cult can use the Netherworld Ghost Palm. The slap you slapped someone that night was just the Netherworld Ghost Palm."
The tea picker was stunned for a moment, and then hummed: "The Demon Sect... Of course, I am a member of the Demon Sect... I am not only a member of the Demon Sect, but also the leader of the Demon Sect!"