Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen: Da Ye Sword Saint
Hearing the short Dongli warrior roaring and insulting, Leng Buyu laughed like a passerby watching a monkey, then Po Jun swung the black sword in his hand and mocked: "Imbecile, incompetent and furious, like a stinky fart, except for irritating other people's noses."
Feelings, and no other ability.”
When the short Dongli warrior heard such a taunt, he grinned again. Those white teeth would make others tremble with fear if they saw him.
But from Leng Buyu's point of view, he just thought it was funny. It was really just like what he said, the incompetent rage of an imbecile.
The two of them stopped talking and started fighting together again with their swords in hand.
The two fought, and the energy emitted turned into wind and turned into ice. In just twenty or thirty seconds, the street was destroyed beyond sight.
But it is also strange, there is a lot of commotion here, but even so, the merchants hiding on both sides of the street did not see anyone from the City Patrol Department or Lijingmen coming out to stop this nameless fighting.
Some of the Dongli envoys who had their heads clear began to mention this situation to their friends in Dongli Yutong.
There is indeed some worry in the eyes of these people, but at this moment, I don't know if it is because their young master was killed, or because they were coldly and ruthlessly ridiculed, they are all unwilling to pay attention to the things that should be explained or not explained at this moment.
Others don't understand, but Leng Biyu understands it very well.
Come to think of it, those guys from the City Patrol and Lijingmen have received the news long ago. These people should be in some secret corner right now, yawning, waiting for him to leave with this short man.
The warrior's battle is over.
After the two of them finished fighting, these guys hiding in the dark should come out immediately.
This should be Bai Ling's attitude towards his Tong Yaowang.
The thought lasted only a moment, and the battle between the two became more and more intense. Leng Buyu even felt like he had met his opponent, but that was just such a slight feeling for no reason.
The two of them each took a few steps back. At this moment, their shins were warm, so they could let go.
Leng Buyu looked around, the corners of his mouth curling up even more. Thinking about it, if this trouble was not solved earlier, Bai Ling, the Lord of Han City, would be impatient.
"You are very strong. If you go to Dongli, I can give up my position. You are the second greatest swordsman in Dongli. Not to mention your name, even His Majesty the Emperor will treat you as he treats his master.
Three points of courtesy."
This short Dongli martial artist, even though he was cold and sarcastic, even though the two of them had fought to this point, he still did not forget to win over him.
Not talking about this person, just talking about his ability, Leng Buyu is indeed a bit of a compliment. Come to think of it, based on the martial arts value of Daye Jianghu, this short Dongli warrior should be at the seventh level of Hongmeng, or even the sixth level of Hongmeng.
of cultivation.
No matter how good your cultivation is, it is useless if your moral character is inconsistent with it.
Leng Buyu didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, so he touched his lower back with his left hand and pulled out the white sword Yingzhu.
The two swords were hanging down on both sides, and he listened to his serious voice: "Anyone who dares to offend the barbarians in the four directions will perish his country and destroy his species. This is my attitude in Daye!"
In a few words, the posture of a great country is fully revealed.
On both sides of the street, the merchants who were hiding in the street couldn't help but applaud when they heard the cold words and continued to write generous words. They also thought that they should teach the hero in the ice blue cloak of Daye a lesson as soon as possible.
This Dongli kid who doesn’t know the heights of the world is the one.
When the people of Daye heard Leng Buyu's words, their blood boiled. This was because they felt proud from the bottom of their hearts to be people of Daye.
When those Dongli envoys heard Leng Buyu's words, their faces were distorted, like bitter gourds.
This short Dongli warrior was not angry,
Instead, he grinned and listened to him: "Leng Buyu, Sword Master of Ye Kingdom, I am more interested in you. You are a powerful and respectable opponent. But, today, because of your arrogance, you will...
More importantly, you will die by my sword because of your disrespect for my Dadongli Empire!"
Leng Buyu's face was expressionless. He looked at the short Dongli warrior with a cold look on his face.
It has to be said that he somewhat admires this short Dongli warrior. It is impossible for him not to know the attitude of the people of Daye towards the Dongli people.
But he still came with the envoy, so he was just fearless. However, he would actually fight with him silently on such an occasion.
Since the dead boy was the son of the daimyo, and the short Dongli warrior claimed to have the emperor, even their king had to show courtesy to the short Dongli warrior. Then this short Dongli warrior
The purpose of coming to Daye is not simple.
But even this person, because he humiliated them Dongli with his cold words, would rather be exposed under the eyes of Daye officials than fight with him.
This idea had been in my mind for a long time, and Leng Buyu thought of another possibility.
What if this short Dongli warrior fights with him and is exposed under the eyes of Daye officials, and is also part of their plan?
So, what should we do?
As I thought before, the first priority now is to deal with this short Dongli warrior.
Leng Buyu leaned forward again, his swords crossing the left side and past his shoulders.
The wind was also naughty, blowing his hair, raising and scattering it.
The short Dongli warrior felt the coldness emanating from his silence, and grinned again. It was excitement, because it was only at this moment that the contemporary swordsman of Daye was serious.
The greatest respect for an opponent is to end his life when the opponent is trying his best.
Thinking like this, the short Dongli warrior actually put the long sword back into its sheath.
He took a step forward with his right foot, and his body bent forward as if he were cold and silent. He held the scabbard with his left hand, and touched the handle with his right hand.
He raised his head slightly and looked into the cold and silent eyes, which were playful and ferocious.
The two stood there like sculptures, maintaining their movements. The wind blew by, blowing up their robes and hair, proving that they were two people.
In the flash of lightning, the two men moved. They were both moving like thunder, and their eyesight was poor. At this moment, they could no longer see clearly the movements of the two men.
Just listen to the sound of swords clashing. There is also the whirring sound of swords cutting through the air without hitting the enemy.
The battle between the two still continued, Leng Buyu's sword stabbed the short Dongli warrior's shoulder, and the short Dongli warrior's long knife cut Leng Buyu's thigh.
One, two, the wounds on their bodies are increasing.
The silent Qi Bing was as cold as a mysterious being, while the short Dongli warrior turned Qi into a wind blade and constantly took advantage of the opportunity to make sneak attacks.
Again thirty numbers, sixty numbers, one hundred and twenty numbers.
The two separated again. Looking at it, Leng Buyu's ice-blue cloak was already tattered, and the military uniform underneath him was also red in many places.
As for the short Dongli martial artist, his feather fabric is about to fall off, and the clothes inside also have a lot of holes. Either the wound caused by Leng Buyu on him is too shallow, or his clothes are too thick and there are no
Like Leng Buyu, there were red spots all over his body.
"I take back what I said before. As a warrior, your cultivation is not bad."
The arrogant Daye Sword Master was cold and silent, and actually said such words. If Yaowan were here, he would have heard
Yes, it must be astonishing.
And the short Dongli martial artist also grinned after hearing this. His martial arts skills are naturally not bad. He held a sword at the age of ten, debuted at the age of thirteen, and became famous at the age of sixteen.
Now, ten years have passed, and in Dongli, he is the person who is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people in Dongli swordsmanship except for him.
After all, Leng Buyu could no longer support his body. He staggered a few steps and was about to fall over. He held the black sword Pojun in his right hand with his backhand and inserted it into the stone slab on the ground to stabilize his body.
What people don't see is that it was this short Dongli warrior who once penetrated Leng Buyu's abdomen with a knife, which was the last move between the two.
Similarly, there was a deep bloodstain on Leng Buyu's neck, which was the first sword shot by this short Dongli warrior.
That knife was so fast that Leng Buyu couldn't defend himself.
Similarly, Leng Buyu's two swords were just a hair away from cutting the short Dongli warrior in half. But his Qi, which traveled like the wind, was too powerful.
Each sword will be blocked by a wind blade, eliminating most of its power.
After thinking about it, Leng Buyu smiled. He once heard Ying Ruge say that among their immortal cultivators, those who master the wind are very rare.
But, in the secular world, would there be many warriors who can turn Qi into wind?
The short Dongli warrior is one person, and the Xisha proud tiger Zhong Xihou is also one person.
Zhong Xihou should be better than this short Dongli warrior, right?
Fortunately, even though I was injured, I won in the end.
Leng Buyu kicked his legs, stood up straight, and pulled the Black Sword Pojun out of the stone slab on the ground.
Beautiful sword flowers, both black and white swords were held in reverse hands, and then there was a sound, no overlap was seen, and the black and white swords were put back into their scabbards.
"If there is a chance, I will hold a sword in my hand and kill you Dongli. I will go and meet your teacher for a while. Let's see what kind of big man the teacher who can teach a disciple like you is."
Hearing this, the short Dongli warrior showed a smile. The smile that appeared on his face from the bottom of his heart was a bit bitter, but at the same time, he was happy from the bottom of his heart.
When you meet a close friend, a thousand cups of wine are too little, but after all, he was used to drinking Dongli's wine. When he came to Daye, he realized that the wine outside the island was very strong.
The body of this short Dongli warrior began to tremble, and the strength in his body gradually drained away. A feeling of fatigue rushed out like a flood that had opened a floodgate.
After all, it was his hand that lost strength first and could no longer hold the knife in his hand.
With a "clang" sound, the samurai sword that the Dongli warrior was proud of fell to the ground.
The owner of the knife was still smiling, and the wind was blowing his hair and eyelashes. I don't know whether he was comforting him to rest, or telling him that he couldn't sleep peacefully at this moment.
Finally, he leaned forward, face down, and fell to the ground.
When the dust rises, people sleep forever. In a foreign country, the soul cannot return.
Leng Buyu stared at the short Dongli warrior for a long time. He raised his head, looked at the Dongli envoys, and asked, "What is this man's name?"
Those Dongli envoys were still shocked that the short Dongli was killed by Leng Buyu, and did not hear Leng Buyu's words.
Leng Buyu frowned slightly, feeling a little displeased. A burst of ice-cold aura emitted from himself, invading the Dongli envoys.
These Dongli envoys couldn't help but shudder, and then they returned to reality.
He was still the same Dongli man who followed the wind and had a changeable attitude. He said flatteringly: "Back to Daye Sword Master, this man is called my grandson Hayato."