Swordsman of the World

Chapter 72 Abducted
Yang Dong followed them all the way out of Loulansha city.

There are also many sword cultivators outside the city who temporarily set up some tents to rest, and draw the land as the king. If they encounter some weak sword cultivators, they will go forward and rob them.

At night, the outside of the city is more lively than the inside.

Some sword cultivators who have no pursuit, feel that there is no hope of immortality in this life, so they give up the pursuit of the Dao and hang out here.

The white-faced scholar walked in front, and suddenly a ferocious old man next to him licked his lips and said, "Hey, you little white face has found another beautiful girl, tsk tsk, it's so tender, it makes your mouth water when you look at it."

Mu Lingsha frowned in disgust, and asked, "Is Yang Dong really here?"

The white-faced scholar said with a smile: "Don't worry about those people, Yang Dong is right here, follow me."

Soon the two arrived at a campfire, surrounded by three well-dressed swordsmen, all of whom were sword masters.

The white-faced scholar shouted frivolously: "Yang Dong, there is a beautiful little girl looking for you."

A man with a scar on his face raised his head, seemed to understand something, and smiled slightly: "My name is Yang Dong, are you looking for me?"

"Ah?" Mu Lingsha was frightened by his ferocious face, and immediately took two steps back, saying, "Who are you? You are not the Yang Dong I am looking for."

"Girl, my name is Yang Dong too, hahaha."

"Me too, I just changed my name, my name is also Yang Dong."

Several people burst into laughter, and Mu Lingsha realized that she had fallen into a scam. She was just about to leave, but the white-faced scholar stopped in front of him, and the folding fan in his hand swayed, revealing the hidden sword blade.

Mu Lingsha raised her eyebrows in fright, and then stopped in her tracks.

The white-faced scholar smiled and said: "Girl, I spent time to find someone for you, you won't just leave like this, will you? Give it a little hard work fee."

"What are you doing? I am the father and the city lord." Mu Lingsha threatened anxiously.

The white-faced scholar laughed loudly: "It's a joke, Miss Mu's family is well-bred, she never goes out at all, let alone go out to find a man in the middle of the night, girl, you have to find some good excuses to lie."

"Aren't you looking for a man? We have four here. You can choose whatever you want. After serving them, I will save the trouble of finding someone for you."

"If not, then you will be forced to repay the debt."

Mu Lingsha was very angry, and said coquettishly: "I didn't force you to find someone for me, why should I owe you?"

"Oh, you go to the Yaowang Pavilion, and they don't force you to buy things, but you have to give them to Lingyuan, right?" The white-faced scholar said so eloquently that Mu Lingsha was speechless.

Mu Lingsha was in a hurry, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to pat the spirit beast bag, trying to summon the Huangtian bone scorpion.

But the white-faced scholar had quick eyesight and quick hands, and the blade of the folding fan suddenly stretched out and blocked the spirit beast bag. Mu Lingsha didn't dare to drop her hand, and the palm would be cut off if it fell.

The three sword masters beside the campfire also showed their magic swords one after another, as if trying to coerce her into submission.

Taking advantage of Mu Lingsha's inattention, a sword flew out of the sleeve of the white-faced scholar's other hand, directly touching her delicate neck, and said with a smile: "Girl, don't worry, we will treat you very gently, guarantee You linger on afterwards, hehehe."

The four of them surrounded Mu Lingsha, with evil smiles on the corners of their mouths.

In vain, a long whistle sounded from this piece of sand, one note at a time, rising and falling, melodious and beautiful.

Mu Lingsha's heart skipped a beat. She had heard the flute sound before.

The five people looked in the same direction and saw Yang Dong walking slowly on the yellow sand. With his eyes closed, he was able to judge the location of the five people.

When he opened his eyes, he was only five steps away from the white-faced scholar.

Yang Dong glanced at the five people, and said calmly, "My name is Yang Dong, and I'm here to pick someone up."

"Brother Dong!" Mu Lingsha covered her hands excitedly, with tears welling up in her eyes, which woman doesn't want her sweetheart to appear when she is in extreme danger?
Ok?The four white-faced scholars frowned at the same time, just when they succeeded, a sword master appeared, disappointing.

Without further ado, Scarface pulled out the long sword in his hand with a clang, a stream of quicksand was blown away by the sword energy, and the blade pointed straight at Yang Dong's heart.

Swish, Yang Dong's epee also unsheathed.

Ding, two middle-grade magic swords collided in the dark night, and a ball of sparks burst out.

Heavy martial arts sword soul!Yang Dong's body sank slightly into the sand, but his knees did not bend at all.

The next moment, the other two gentle sword masters shot at the same time, Thunder Sword and Sword Soul!Flowing Sword Soul!

They are both sword souls with a rare attribute, and both of them are mid-stage sword masters!The strength stabilizes Yang Dong.

Seeing only a shadow, the two rushed to Yang Dong's left and right.

Ding, Ding!

Yang Dong moved a small step back as far as he could, and quickly raised the Star Sword with his left hand, which was able to block the sword energy of the two.

Lei Guang was blocked from the sword energy.

"A high-grade magic weapon? Not bad." Yang Dong grinned lightly: "No wonder you have the guts to do evil, and you have some strength."

The other party mocked: "No wonder you dare us to fight, it turns out that you are ignorant."

But as soon as the word 'ignorance' was dropped, Yang Dong suddenly exploded, holding an epee condescendingly, and roared: "Void Slash!"

Hum, the middle-grade dharma sword emitted a burst of overwhelming power, and went straight to the sword master of the thunder sword soul.

Scar's face was horrified, and he said in disbelief, "Earth-level sword skills, how come it's not Chongwu Sword Soul?"

The sword cultivator of Thunder Sword and Sword Soul said disdainfully: "You want to hurt me with a mere middle-grade magic weapon? You are not only ignorant, but also stupid. Run to Thunder!"

"Who is ignorant, how do you know without going through it?" Yang Dong roared angrily, and cut with his long sword.

Boom, the sword energy is accompanied by the sound of thunder and lightning, this is the mysterious level sword skill Ben Lei Slash, combined with his own sword soul, its power is not inferior to the ground level sword skill, this is also his confidence.

But when Yang Dong slammed down with his heavy sword, a strong force of stars made Void Slash look like a huge mountain, making him breathless.

boom!The quicksand of the earth was shaken and blown away.

The epee in Yang Dong's hand unexpectedly snapped, losing to the opponent's high-grade dharma sword.

But the power of Void Slash was indeed transmitted to the opponent.

I saw the man was pressed to the ground by the sword, kneeling down, the bones protruding from the knees, and the blood was flowing. This is the power of heavy martial arts sword skills, simple, rough and direct.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The man from Thunder Sword Sword Soul broke his legs and screamed in pain. For the first time in his life, he felt the power of heavy martial arts sword skills.

And Yang Dong's right hand was also wounded all over by the thunder and lightning sword energy, bloody.

Yang Dong put away the broken sword, and the star sword in his left hand quickly blocked the flowing sword energy.

And the white-faced scholar saw that his companion broke both knees and bones in one move, and he felt a little guilty, and hurriedly said: "I'll take her away first, you drag it."

Mu Lingsha was pinched at the pulse gate, and then taken away by the white-faced scholar.

Here, Yang Dong has to deal with two sword cultivators who are not weaker than him.

And in some tents nearby, there were also sword repairmen poking their heads out to watch the excitement, and they didn't mean to intervene in the slightest, probably someone would come and add insult to injury after the beating was over.

Yang Dong can't count on others, he can only rely on himself.

But there are too many people here, it is not good to directly use the devouring sword soul, and devour their high-grade magic swords, it is really helpless.

But with the dual sword souls, it is still possible for Yang Dong to entangle with the other party without losing the wind.

And these two are also more and more frightened as they fight. Yang Dong is just a swordsman in the early stage, and he can still fight the two swordsmen in the middle stage, which is too strong!
And Yang Dong's right hand was still injured!
Suddenly, Yang Dong opened the distance, his scarred face was more alert, and he immediately took a step back.

I saw Yang Dong took a deep breath, and he had already practiced to the third level with a sword of refining his heart, which can be said to be very promising!
Hum, the Star Sword erupted into a sword array, and the starry sword energy was condensed into one point by the sword stroke, the heart and the sword were united, controlled by the divine mind, a subtle, faintly discernible sword intent was contained in it.

In the air, a huge sword suddenly appeared. Although it was only fleeting, it did appear.

"Sword Intent!!"

"My God, a mere swordsman can cultivate sword intent."

"It's not a complete sword intent, it's just a model."

"This man's sword skills are very high."

"No wonder one hits three."

The onlookers immediately recognized that Yang Dong's painstaking "Sword of Refining the Heart" finally came to fruition. With the power of a sword, who dares to fight?
Hum, as soon as the edge passed, the arm of the sword repairman of Flowing Water Sword Soul was chopped off, flying into the air, the magic sword fell off, and stuck upside down on the sand.

"Ah, ah!" He clutched his broken right arm and screamed in pain, venting his momentum.

On the contrary, Scarface was more vigilant, but resisted abruptly with the magic weapon.

But he still felt that his arm was numb, the tiger's mouth was split open, and his hands were stained with blood.

"Impossible, impossible." Scarface repeated these three words, unable to understand that the three of them lost like this.

Boom, Yang Dong came up and kicked him to the ground, and took away three high-grade magic weapons.

Yang Dong rushed to rescue Mu Lingsha, regardless of the three of them, and said in a cold voice: "Forgive your life, I hope you can take care of yourself, if you do evil again and damage my hands, you will never forgive me lightly."

After finishing speaking, he rushed after the white-faced scholar without looking back.

At this time, the surrounding sword cultivators moved, and Yang Dong ran in a hurry, forgetting to collect the pockets of these three people as spoils of war, which made the surrounding sword cultivators jealous.

Most of the people here are casual cultivators. They are used to murdering and stealing goods. They are used to burning, killing and looting.

"Ah! What are you doing, don't grab it, ah!"

"Give it back, spare my dog's life, ah!"

"I fought with you, ah!"

The three sword masters who were at the end of their strength didn't have magic weapons in their hands, not to mention sword masters, swordsmen could kill them as well, but in order to snatch their pockets, the three of them were directly taken away by these people with a single sword.

Yang Dong ran for a while, and immediately took out the ingenious wood carving and flew into the sky.

In a quarter of an hour, he caught up with the white-faced scholar who was fleeing quickly in the desert.

Suddenly, a sword light flew from the ground, Yang Dong's neck tilted urgently, a sharp sword energy pulled a wound from his left cheek, blood flowed all over his face instantly.

Yang Dong's face was sullen, with a murderous look, his eyes fixed on the fleeing white-faced scholar below, and it was not easy to detect the magic weapon thrown by the other party in the dark night.

Phew, the ingenious woodcarving quickly landed in front of him. Yang Dong, who was covered in injuries, stared at him indifferently. He threw the three high-grade magic swords on the sand and let the night wind blow them.

The white-faced scholar's face darkened, obviously his three partners had already lost.

He squeezed Mu Lingsha's neck cruelly, and shouted: "Don't come here, or I'll kill her."

"Hey." Yang Dong smiled wickedly like a clown, and said, "You're already dead."

(End of this chapter)