After the horrific scene three days ago, the nightmare came again.
But this time, it was even scarier.
Nearly 10,000 Blackwater Tribe warriors surrounded them like dark clouds, and the earth shook like thunder.
Xia Sheng was quickly alerted and hurriedly ran out of the small side house next to Lin Mu's house.
When she saw the horrific scene outside, her face suddenly turned pale.
But after a while, she remembered that Master seemed to have anticipated today's scene and was always calm, and her fear immediately eased a lot.
"Is it you, you damn girl, who defeated the combined efforts of five warriors from my Blackwater tribe?"
In the depressing atmosphere, a voice suddenly sounded.
Xia Sheng looked in the direction where the voice came from. The first thing he saw was a middle-aged man, and his heart felt dark. The aura of this middle-aged man was stronger than that of the fifth elder last time.
However, it was not the middle-aged man who spoke, but a young man next to him.
"So what if it's me?"
With Lin Mu supporting her, Xia Sheng didn't panic like last time and said with her chest puffed out.
"very good."
The young man's face was violent, "Fight with me, if you can survive ten moves in my hands, then follow me from now on, otherwise you will die."
After that, he didn't care whether Xia Sheng agreed or not, and directly drew his sword.
Whoosh!
A long silver sword, like a white sword, cut through the void and stabbed Xia Sheng.
"clang."
Xia Sheng didn't expect the other party to be so rude and hurriedly resisted.
The sword fire burst out, Xia Sheng felt a numbness in her wrist, and was knocked back on the spot. She staggered six or seven steps before barely stopping.
"Is this your swordsmanship? It's so disappointing. If this is the case, then there is no need for you to live. Let me kill you."
The violent young man looked cruel and drew his sword again, wanting to kill Xia Sheng directly.
Xia Sheng was panicked and at a loss.
"Thirty degrees to the left, step back, draw the sword forty-three degrees counterclockwise to the right, tilt the sword tip down ten degrees."
At this moment, Lin Mu's voice reached her ears.
Hearing this, Xia Sheng became energetic and the events of the three days came to mind again.
In her mind, Lin Mu's swordsmanship was the swordsmanship of God, and it was definitely more than enough to deal with this violent young man.
This is also true. As she retreated, her figure immediately avoided the violent young man's decisive blow.
"not good."
The violent young man sensed the crisis and quickly retreated.
Even so, he was still a little slow, and Xia Sheng's sword blade tore across his arm, leaving a deep wound on his arm.
It is completely conceivable that if he hadn't reacted quickly, Xia Sheng's sword would have penetrated directly into his chest.
"Um?"
The middle-aged man behind the violent boy suddenly had a look of surprise on his face, and his originally indifferent expression became serious.
"Bitch girl."
The violent young man was furious and said, "Go to hell."
When he drew his sword, he was even more cunning and cruel.
"Move two steps to the left, move the sword thirty degrees clockwise to the right, and raise the tip of the sword twenty degrees upward."
Lin Mu's voice still spoke calmly.
Xia Sheng's mind was at peace, and the master's attack was really unusual, and he easily wounded this violent young man.
Immediately, she followed Lin Mu's instructions seriously.
"retreat."
The violent young man sensed the crisis again. This time, a cold sword energy was pointed directly at his throat.
Even though he reacted quickly, the sword blade still left a bloody gash on his face. His originally handsome face suddenly turned bloody and hideous.
"Ah, you bitch, you are so vicious."
The violent boy is about to go crazy.
"Take two steps forward and draw the sword at an angle of fifteen degrees to the left clockwise."
"Move one step to the left, attack in a straight line, and use all your strength."
"Withdraw your strength and only shoot out seven points. Move the sword to the left at an angle of ten degrees and thirty degrees to the left."
Xia Sheng ignored him at all, and still drew the sword calmly under Lin Mu's guidance.
The violent young man was completely crushed, with more and more wounds on his body, and his expression almost collapsed.
At this moment, Xia Sheng unleashed the Seven Swords.
The people from the Blackwater Tribe behind them all looked at each other in shock.
The violent young man is Duan Qiyuan, the young master of the Blackwater Tribe. Although he has a very violent personality, he has to admit that he is still very strong. At a young age, his cultivation is already at the third level of martial arts.
But now, this is obviously a slap in the face.
Not long ago, Duan Qiyuan even boasted that Xia Sheng would receive his ten swords. Now it seems that the fact is that the violent young man himself may not even be able to stop Xia Sheng's ten swords.
"That's enough."
At this moment, the middle-aged man behind the violent young man looked cold and flicked his finger.
A sharp burst of energy popped out, knocking the sword out of Xia Sheng's hand with a bang.
"I'm going to kill you."
Seeing that Xia Sheng had no weapon in his hand, the violent young man looked fiercely and raised his sword to kill Xia Sheng.
Bang!
A gray shadow rushed out and knocked him away.
The people of the Blackwater Tribe immediately became alert, thinking it was some hidden weapon, but then they were stunned. It was not a hidden weapon, but a small wolf like a puppy.
Such a small wolf actually knocked Duan Qiyuan, a third-level martial artist, away?
The middle-aged man's eyes became darker. Although the little wolf was powerful, he didn't take it seriously. What he cared about was the person behind the little wolf.
The little girl across from me before was obviously very poor at swordsmanship, but suddenly she became a master.
There is only one explanation for this, that is, there is a master behind her secretly giving guidance.
"My Lord, Ling Feng, the great elder of the Blackwater Tribe, has met you."
Immediately, the middle-aged man looked coldly at the hut behind Xia Sheng and said, "Your Excellency must also be an expert. Why hide like a rat? Why don't you come out openly and meet Ling Feng."
But after he finished speaking, there was silence in the room, without any response.
"What, do you dare to do this?"
Ling Feng sneered, "Our Blackwater Tribe has suffered such a heavy loss this time. It must be you who are causing trouble in the dark. Does it mean that you don't have the courage to bear the punishment of our Blackwater Tribe if you dare to interfere wantonly?"
"Don't be rude to my master."
Xia Sheng rubbed her little hand with a slightly cracked tiger's mouth and numb arms, and said angrily to Ling Feng.
"Little girl, step aside, I'm talking to your master, it's not your turn to interrupt."
Ling Feng stared at Xia Sheng with a cold look, and then continued to say contemptuously, "I don't care what your identity is. Come out within ten breaths, otherwise I will burn this small tribe and see where you hide."
"You really want me to come out?"
A sigh came from the ordinary cabin.
"Haha, you don't have to come out, but after ten breaths, I believe you will regret it."
Ling Feng laughed even more.
He was a little afraid of the person in the room at first, but the person still refused to come out, which he interpreted as fear, and the fear in his heart was immediately replaced by disdain.