On the city wall of Jinling City, the city guards were patrolling step by step. The swordsman armed in green was lying leisurely on a bamboo and rattan chair, holding a teapot that was not considered exquisite in his hand.
He was already fast asleep, and a book of Jianghu Miscellanies was used as a sunshade to cover his face.
Suddenly, there was a faint sound of swords, and the swordsman armed in blue immediately jumped up from the bamboo and rattan chair. The miscellaneous notes fell to the ground and ignored him.
He pushed aside the city guards and looked into the distance outside the city wall.
The frowned brows seemed to be in anticipation, but also in the hope that he was wrong.
The soldiers guarding the city didn't understand what was happening to this gentleman. He had been lying on the wall like a dead fish for more than ten days, and why he suddenly jumped up.
The swordsman armed in Tsing Yi is not bad at cultivation, he is already a master in the prehistoric realm, and his keen perception will naturally not be fake.
In the end, what he didn't want to see still appeared.
A group of people dressed in coarse linen came from a distance. These people looked like ordinary people, and they were not very wealthy. This should have been ordinary, but when a dozen or even twenty of these people suddenly appeared in a group, it would not be possible.
It can be explained clearly with two words: ordinary.
"This is what a bitch did. Why do guys like this appear every time I'm on duty?"
The swordsman armed in green cursed, and then ignored the bewilderment on the faces of the soldiers guarding the city, jumped off the city wall, and ran towards the center of Jinling City.
But when the swordsman armed in green had not run a few steps, he felt a chill and his neck felt cold. He instinctively dodged sideways, but nothing passed by, but when he stopped, he felt a slight pain in his neck.
When he touched it with his hand, blood actually flowed out. Fortunately, the instinct he had developed in the mountains and fields allowed him to avoid the disaster. Otherwise, the blow just now would not have hurt some flesh, but would have caused the head to move directly.
"Little brother, long time see."
Xun Sheng looked around and saw a middle-aged man dressed in ordinary clothes and with a beard walking out of the tea shed under the city wall. The swordsman armed in green had never seen this man before, but he came to say "see you after a long time".
"Who are you?"
After the bearded middle-aged man saw clearly the appearance of the armed swordsman in Tsing Yi, he realized that he had mistakenly recognized the person. He chuckled and then said: "It seems that the one I saw last time was not a kid like you, but it's just so so. I'll risk my life."
Leave."
The swordsman armed in Tsing Yi drew his sword from his waist, pushed forward with his feet, and without saying a word, he rushed directly towards the bearded middle-aged man.
This middle-aged man with a beard did not have a weapon in his hand, but when the sword was about to touch his chest, the middle-aged man with a beard moved his steps slightly and turned sideways. Then he used force and knocked away the armed swordsman in Tsing Yi.
.
This kind of fight was at the gate of the city, how could it not attract attention?
A group of soldiers guarding the city swung their long swords, unsheathed their swords, and surrounded them.
The swordsman in costume climbed up from the ground. The left side of his body actually felt a little numb. One can imagine how terrifying this middle-aged man with a beard must be.
He waved his hand, signaling the group of soldiers to retreat.
Holding the sword, he walked not far away from the middle-aged man with a beard and asked: "Who dares to cause trouble in Jinling City?"
The middle-aged man with a beard did not hide his tuck and answered directly: "The Sword Sect of the World!"
If the person guarding the city today is Yun Liu'er, who was armed with blue cloth from before, he might not know why the World Sword Sect is. But the person guarding the city today is Chun Zhao, armed with green clothes. He has been following Zhuge Sword Master for many years, and the World Sword Sect is
, I’ve also heard of some.
"The Sword Sect of the World?"
Chun Zhao couldn't help but frown slightly, not quite understanding why the sword sect in this world suddenly appeared.
I heard the old man say that the world's sword sects are divided into human sects and sword sects. It's not that the factions are different, it's just a simple difference in status.
The Sword Sect is the true Sword Sect in the world, where the immortals live. The Human Sect is like the Sword Sect's office in the secular world. Although the characters in it are all masters, they are only mortals after all.
In this way, there is not much difference between that Renzong and Yi Shuihan.
If he were an immortal from the Sword Sect, Chun Zhao would have known it all, and he would have burped long ago. But this person looked like a master of martial arts, not like a master of immortal cultivation.
"I really don't understand that if I leave a good human master to do nothing, I will be treated as a weakling by the immortals."
Hearing Chun Zhao's words, the bearded middle-aged man's eyes shone. He never thought that a young swordsman of such an age could actually know the structure of his sect.
"Just like you, this little kid, is working for the Zhu family, you are just doing things for others."
Chun Zhao laughed and asked again: "Then, what's the point of killing me? Not to mention
This is Jinling City."
The middle-aged man with a beard also nodded. He did not deny that Chun Zhao's words were reasonable. But the answer of the middle-aged man with a beard made Chun Zhao speechless.
"I'm just lending your life to serve as an ultimatum for customs clearance."
Chun Zhao didn't quite understand that although he was a master of the Primordial Realm, his future achievements would be limitless. But at the same time, he was only a master of the Primordial Realm now. There were not many masters of the Primordial Realm like him in Yi Shuihan, but there were also quite a few.
Not to mention the existence of monsters in the Hongmeng realm.
When did your own head become so valuable?
"It's up to you to die and understand. I won't reveal your identity to these idiots. If I take your head to the Forbidden City, won't your fellow disciples come out to greet you? Or, if you have
Fa Zi allows me to see the Crown Prince, so it’s not impossible to spare your life.”
When everyone heard about the Crown Prince, their first impression was that this unknown guy was planning to murder His Highness. They all cheered up and were ready to rush forward and kill the bearded middle-aged man with swords.
The consciousness of half of Chun Zhao's body returned, and his Qi Source began to move, ready to strike at any time, finally killing this guy he hated.
"Our Crown Prince only welcomes polite guests. If you are a rude person, we will not blame you if you die at the gate of the city and dirty the floor tiles."
Faced with the provocation, the bearded middle-aged man showed no emotion at all. He just felt that talking nonsense to this kid was a waste of time. He took a step forward, and before Chun Zhao could react, he was already in front of Chun Zhao.
Then, there was a loud "pop" and Chun Zhao was slapped to the ground.
The embarrassed look was no different from that of a wild dog on the street on a rainy day.
But Chun Zhao is a swordsman, a swordsman in the prehistoric realm, a swordsman of Yi Shuihan, and a disciple of Sword Master Zhuge.
He tried his best to get up, but the bearded middle-aged man took another step forward and arrived in front of him. With the same sound, he slapped him away again.
Chun Zhao really didn't understand that he was in the prehistoric realm. He had also had the honor to compete with the masters in the Hongmeng realm in Yi Shuihan. Although he failed miserably, he was never in such a miserable state.
What kind of cultivation level does this guy have?
Chun Zhao stood up again, but was slapped away again.
The group of soldiers could not catch the figure of the bearded middle-aged man at all. They also tried to protect Chun Zhao directly, but the result remained unchanged.
After being slapped for more than ten times, Chun Zhao almost lost consciousness, and his face became particularly strange. The right side of his face was just a few scratches from falling to the ground, but the left side was as swollen as a pig's head.
There is no difference, even a few teeth are missing in the mouth.
The middle-aged man with a beard felt that the fun was enough, and he made a sword with two fingers of his right hand, preparing to take Chun Zhao's life with a sword. But when he shot out a sword energy, Chun Zhao was not killed, and only a "ding" sound of metal was heard.
, a short figure blocked in front of Chun Zhao.
The middle-aged man with a beard looked at this short figure. He was dressed in black, looked like a boy, and wore a mask with a crying face. Just by looking at it, he might have thought he was a urchin pretending to be a knight, but his aura could not deceive anyone.
The boy in black gave him a terrifying feeling. It was on par with him, and even a little bit above him.
"Chun Zhao, is it okay?"
The right side of Chun Zhao's face was lying on the ground, while the left side was swollen into a pig's head, and the area around his eyes was about the size of a fried dumpling. He tried to open his eyes wide, saw the person clearly, and felt a little relieved. He didn't dare to talk about this slap.
It may have been in vain, but at least he should be able to survive.
Chun Zhao responded casually as an answer. But when he turned around, he was a little confused, how could the deacon remember his name? Although he was a master in the prehistoric realm and was considered average in Yi Shuihan, the deacon actually knew his name.
.Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but feel a little happy.
But the bearded middle-aged man didn't know whether it was out of anger or because he thought it was easier to pinch a soft persimmon, so he was ready to bypass the tears and try to kill Chun Zhao with one move.
Chun Zhao felt depressed because there was a big fish in front of him and he refused to take action, so he had to fight against a small shrimp like himself.
Tears and Silence naturally wouldn't give him a chance. When the bearded middle-aged man approached, he jumped up and struck with a knee, hitting the opponent's jaw.
At that moment, even if it is not broken, it is definitely dislocated.
The middle-aged man with a beard was just rubbing his red and swollen jaw. His expression showed how painful it was.
Lei Wusheng's voice is hoarse and unpleasant, so he doesn't like to speak very much, but just because he doesn't like to speak doesn't mean he doesn't know how to speak.
"Originally it was just for a look. If you weren't so stubborn, you would have ignored me. But if you want to kill my junior, you won't care.
Regardless of whether you give up or not, your life should be spared."
The middle-aged man with a beard must have been really injured, and his speech is not as fluent as before, with some slurred speech.
"Who do you think you are? It turns out that you are the cry-faced brat among the Zongheng Swordsmen. Even if you come, you can't stop me, the World Sword Sect."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took another strange step that made him shrink to the ground several feet away. He stepped in front of Lei Wusheng and kicked to the side, aiming at Lei Wusheng's head.
But her tears were silent but she didn't move. Her little left hand was raised to welcome the whipping kick.
Tears was kicked to the side and slid a few steps to one side, but his left hand seemed not to be injured at all. On the other hand, the middle-aged man with a beard stood at the original position of Tears, motionless.
Tears silently couldn't help but laugh and said: "Why, your legs are numb?"
The middle-aged man with a beard really didn't know what to say. The last time he saw Ying Ruge, he was a master of cultivating immortals, so he didn't dare to take action rashly. This time, he was just a little swordsman, but he killed a big insect protecting his calf.
Tears silently threw the sword to his left hand, and then slowly pulled it out with his right hand. Although the black long sword he wore all year round was not a famous sword, it was still the work of a famous craftsman. It took some time to break it in, and it was quite easy to use.
Tears without Sound also knew that the sound was unpleasant, and even he himself did not like the sound. Too much nonsense, needless to say, there is a sword in his hand, and there is a person in front of him who wants to kill, that is enough.
The cold blade struck, and the bearded middle-aged man could no longer hide his true abilities and took out his sword from nowhere.
The sword was simple in style, the blade was full of chips and had not been polished.
Long sword versus long sword, master versus master. Life and death often only last for a moment. What is needed more is the delicacy of that moment.
After all, Tears and Silence was the superior one. After more than a dozen sword strikes, a sword slashed across the bearded middle-aged man's sword-holding wrist. The opponent felt pain and the sword fell to the ground. Then he struck again with a sword, wiping his neck, but he still had to stay alive.
After all, the fight took a lot of time, and the people who looked like ordinary people that Chun Zhao had seen earlier had arrived outside the city pushing a wheelbarrow filled with the dealer's belongings.
The soldiers guarding the city only thought they were ordinary farmers who came to the city to do business, but in Lei Wusheng's eyes, they saw that this was a very powerful charging team composed entirely of sword masters.
Contrary to what he thought, these people did not forcefully rush through the checkpoints, and the attitude of the white-haired old man at the head was actually kind and polite.
He asked the soldiers guarding the city, "Master, is this the city of King Jinling?"
The captain at the gate of the city was also puzzled, wasn't this old man telling lies with his eyes open? Jinling City was naturally the city of King Jinling.
He asked the people below to check the group according to the rules and procedures, and found that there were no problems. He was about to release them when he came over with tears in his eyes.
Tears silently stopped at the gate of the city. Through the visor, you could see the piercing gaze of those eyes. I was really afraid that looking at each other for a long time would send chills down your spine.
"Which way to go, what price?" (Translation: Where are you coming from, where are you going?)
Hearing Lei Wusheng's question, the white-haired old man who was the leader of the crowd couldn't help but his eyes shone, and said: "Eagle Claw Sun picked up the gourd, and it pricked his hand, and it broke into pieces. He didn't eat it. There is a piece of red satin, please change the water to drink."
." (Translation: The government wants to kill someone, but the other party is too strong. The people they sent died, but the other party is still safe. I have experts here who can help. There is a condition.)
"An Qingzi." (Translation: Show your weapons)
Tears fell silent and no more words were spoken. The long sword in his hand threw out several sword flowers and pointed them at the white-haired old man.
The old man still looked kind and cheerful, bowed, and then asked: "My little friend seems to have a good background."
Tears laughed silently and said: "You guys are not good at recruiting, and your fur coats are too shabby. When you enter the City God's Temple, don't blame the ghosts for worrying." (Translation: Your eyesight is too bad, and you can't even pretend. You are in a place you shouldn't be.
Don’t blame others if you die.)
The old man wanted to say something more, but Tears silently grabbed his sword and rushed in front of him.
The sharp sword thrust out, and a man as strong as an ox behind the white-haired old man stopped the old man behind him and blocked the sword of Weishui with his wrist.
Tears silently struck out with his sword, and immediately jumped back a few steps to distance himself.
He no longer said those slang words and said in serious words: "I thought they were just a group of ordinary bandits, but I didn't expect them to be as good as this dead man."
The white-haired old man walked out from behind the strong man and looked at the bearded middle-aged man in the distance who had turned into a corpse and was lying on the ground like mud. The white-haired old man just smiled, his expression was still as cheerful and unchanged,
"So, little friend, you can't do anything like a cricket trying to shake a tree, or a mantis using its arm as a cart."