Yujian Tathagata shook his head and said seriously: "Boy Leng, I told you old man, there are indeed seven swords in the Seven Star Sword, but what is the name of the seventh one and where is it? You have to find it yourself. Go
Discover."
Others didn't understand the riddle-like conversation between the two, but they nodded indifferently.
Then, he turned around, his cloak moved slightly, and walked away.
After leaving the Shenji Workshop, the two blacksmiths looked injured, which was curious.
When the two guys saw Leng Buyu, they both looked away. Since they didn't want to say anything, Leng Buyu was curious but didn't intend to ask, so they just left.
Walking on the street, I don’t know where to look for Yaowu.
If he doesn't look for trouble, trouble will eventually find him.
When Leng Buyu saw the person who was looking for trouble this time, he couldn't help but frown. Although it was the first time he saw him, his eyes were full of the group of people in front of him, regardless of good intentions or malice.
Killing intent.
This group of people are all wearing gorgeous brocade clothes, colorful, good materials, and good workmanship. They are all top-notch. If they are just a group of dignitaries and do not provoke themselves, Leng Buyuquan will pretend that he has not seen it. But this group of people's feet
The style of the heavy clogs they wear and their hairstyles that expose a lot of their scalp already illustrate their identities.
The leader of the group looked about the same age as him. He placed his left hand on the handle of the long knife on his left waist and held a pot of wine in his right hand.
The young man staggered and walked towards Leng Buyu as if he was drunk.
When the two of them brushed shoulders, Leng Buyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then with a cold voice, he uttered one word: "Get out!"
After hearing this, the young man in brocade clothes was not angry, but instead laughed. Then, the young man in brocade clothes stretched his hand straight towards Leng Buyu, and handed the wine bottle in his hand to Leng Buyu.
Daye Ya, a young man in brocade clothes, spoke a little strangely, but in the end he was able to make people understand his meaning.
"Just being the Sword Master of Daye is too unqualified for you. Come back with me, and I will make you the Sword Master of this continent, or even the Sword Master of the entire world."
Leng Buyu stopped, frowning slightly, but then a smile appeared on his face. He looked at the young man in robes as if he were an idiot.
"How did you get to Daye?"
Although the young man in Jinfu didn't understand what Leng Buyu meant, he still replied: "Of course, by boat."
Leng Buyu shook his head and continued to ask: "I am asking you, how did you get to Daye?"
The young man in the golden uniform didn't understand. Next to him, a middle-aged man with hair from his nose to his upper lip took a small step forward, put his mouth to the ear of the young man in the golden uniform, and then whispered a few words.
The young man in Jinfu listened, nodded, and answered Leng Buyu's question again.
"I and my retainers naturally arrived in Daye with customs clearance documents."
After hearing this, Leng Buyu nodded, but then he said in a joking tone: "Since you have come to see me in Daye, what you just said, as a citizen of Daye, I will kill you now,
Dongli, there is nothing you can do!"
The tone was full of sarcasm and threat. After hearing this, the young man in Jinfu couldn't help but frown, with a look of displeasure on his face.
"Lengbuyu..."
After calling out Leng Buyu's name in a poor Daye dialect, there was a cold light. After the cold light passed, the young man in brocade clothes closed his mouth.
Leng Buyu, on the other hand, continued to take his small steps and walked away from where he was.
These Dongli people who came with the young people in brocade uniforms also saw Han Mang, among them were civilized and military. The literary ones only thought Han Mang, and saw that Leng Buyu's hands were still tied in the cloak, but the martial ones,
They all panicked.
A young man made a sound, unsheathed his samurai sword, came quickly, and stopped in front of Leng Buyu.
As for the young man in the golden uniform, his head began to move little by little, and finally, the whole head fell to the ground. The head was even more like a rubber ball, rolling towards the roadside.
When people on the street saw this horrific scene, they couldn't help but scream, and then began to flee in confusion.
The body of the young man in the golden robe was still standing in the same place. Another warrior in the entourage was even more shocked when he saw the incision on the young man's neck.
This cut is too smooth. It's as smooth as cutting tofu with a knife.
The young warrior was pointing his samurai sword at Leng Buyu, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his face was full of anger.
Leng Buyu looked at him with a smile, and asked out of curiosity: "You entered other people's houses like robbers. Do you want the owner to provide you with good food and drink?"
Maybe this young warrior didn't understand Leng Buyu's words, and he had a bad temper. He seemed to have cursed, then he held the knife in both hands and charged towards Leng Buyu.
But Leng Buyu remained motionless, standing where he was.
Just when the young warrior's sword was only three minutes away from Leng Buyu, Leng Buyu couldn't help but frown slightly.
This time, he underestimated the enemy.
Although he dodged in time, the side of his face still got a bloody gash from the katana.
Leng Buyu touched the wound with his hand. Looking at the blood on his hand, Leng Buyu put away his smile.
If the person who hurt him at this moment was a big Ye man, he would be laughing quite crazily at this moment.
Unfortunately, the person who hurt him now was a man from Dongli.
The ice blue cloak was lifted up and pushed behind his back. Then, Leng Buyu moved his left and right hands and pulled out the black sword Pojun and the white sword Yingzhu.
The moment he held the sword, his momentum changed drastically, and surging murderous aura rushed out of Leng Buyu. The murderous aura rushed towards the young warrior like a violent wind, and the young warrior couldn't help but shudder.
I don't know if it was his imagination, or the temperature nearby has really dropped this week.
But Leng Buyu would not give him a chance to be stunned. He held two swords in his hands, and with a movement of his body, he rushed over like a murderous god.
The white sword Yingzhu in the left hand is held backwards, and the sword in the first hand is Tianshu Greedy Wolf.
Leng Buyu continued to attack with both front and back swords in his left hand, slashing and slashing. Not to mention Leng Buyu's own aura, as well as the aura exuded by the young warrior, all were gathered by Leng Buyu.
This young warrior felt so oppressed that he felt as if he could hardly breathe.
The situation is clear and the superiority and inferiority can be judged immediately.
Within three rounds, the young warrior's gorgeous brocade clothes had become like rags hanging on his body.
The body behind the rag strips was already covered in bloodstains.
At the end, Leng Buyu raised his foot and kicked him out.
The young warrior's body was like a stone. He was kicked seven or eight feet away by Leng Buyu. Finally, he hit a big white wall and stopped. Looking carefully, his body actually sank into the big white wall.
point.
Even if this person were to be plucked out of this big white wall, I'm afraid he would still be useless.
Leng Buyu held both swords in his hands, looking at the remaining people with cold and aloof eyes.
"I know that the masters who came with you are not here. In this case, I can spare the life of one of you and go and send a message to those masters on my behalf."
Arrogant words, immediately angered
These Dongli people.
Whether they were literary or military, these people all drew out the samurai swords at their waists.
Afterwards, they all babbled and muttered Dongli words that Leng Buyu couldn't understand, and rushed towards Leng Buyu to kill him.
But Leng was silent, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Although these people are not as good as Leng Buyu, they are enough if they want to join forces to deal with Yaoli.
Six samurai swords stabbed or chopped at him from different directions, but Leng Buyu let go of his left hand and let the white sword Yingzhu fall down and penetrate into the stone slab.
He holds the black sword Po Jun tightly with one hand, flicking it from left to right, his movements are simple and not at all gorgeous.
But it was these simple actions that put the six Dongli people who rushed forward into trouble. In their minds, the scene of stabbing Leng Buyu to death did not appear.
What's more, when Leng Buyu pushed away the last man's katana, his wrist shook slightly, and the blade pointed upward a little.
In just a few minutes, Black Sword Pojun cut off half of the flesh on this man's face.
Half of his face was covered in blood, and the heartbreaking pain made the unlucky guy scream like a slaughtering pig.
The man stepped aside, and Leng Buyu seemed completely unprepared to let him go. He took out a dagger from his chest, threw it away, and with a "swish" sound, he pointed towards the man without half of his face.
The poor guy flew over.
Seeing this, his companion wanted to help him resolve the situation. But he was helpless, and his dagger passed directly over the man, penetrating straight through the poor unfortunate guy.
These people had just entered Hansu City. This unlucky guy never imagined that he would die in such humiliation before he had just arrived in Hansu City and had not done anything that could make his family proud.
After death, everything ends. Leng Buyu waved his hand, and the dagger that penetrated the unfortunate guy flew back again, flying around Leng Buyu like a bird.
"This is sword control! You, you actually know this sword control skill!"
After hearing this, Leng Buyu couldn't help but frown slightly.
This is indeed a sword-controlling skill, but it is different from what people usually think of as sword-controlling skills. But how different it is, Leng Buyu didn't bother to explain it to these Dongli people.
"Have you thought about it? Who wants to live? Or, I will send you to meet your companions right now?"
Murderous aura, and that aloof kingly aura. Just like the first young warrior, most of these Dongli people couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
The contemporary swordsman of Daye in front of me is too fierce.
Wenwen thought, he would have known better and left with several other adults who were on an assassination mission. At least, with those adults around, he might still have a chance to survive.
Leng Buyu looked at a person. The hand holding the knife and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.
Leng Buyu chuckled, raised his sword, pointed at the Dongli man who was about to collapse, and said with a smile: "Do you want to survive? If so, just step aside. Then the others can die!
"
The others did not speak, and all looked at their already panicked companion. The Dongli man who swallowed dryly could not help but wipe the sweat from his forehead.
But the next moment, the Dongli man was full of energy and said in a loud voice without saying a word: "You big Ye pig, we, we are the envoys from Dongli. If you dare to kill us, you are not afraid of causing a war between the two countries."
What?"
When Leng Buyu heard his arrogant words, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then his eyes became extremely cold again, and he said with murderous intent: "The one I killed today was you Dongli envoys!"