The Greatest Uncle of All Heavens

Chapter 175 Breaking the Army, Yan Ying

Immediately afterwards, Duan Shuai flicked casually like playing a piano, and an arc-shaped sword energy popped out, directly hitting the divine sword, causing the man to fly back in shock.

"Wanjian Chaohuang!" Seeing that the Prisoner Sword Art couldn't do anything about it, the man who shouted angrily displayed his own trick.

In an instant, the surrounding vegetation was attracted by his sword energy and flew up, as if there were thousands of sharp swords shooting towards Duanshuai all at once.
"It's kind of interesting!" Duan Shuai, who chuckled lightly, shot out a scorching sword aura from his fingertips with a casual wave. On the attack of those plants.

Boom... Amidst the sound of energy explosions, a fiery energy storm swept away. Duanshuai used the eclipse sword technique to mobilize the power of heaven and earth. The power of the sword was so powerful that it directly broke the man's unique move Wanjianchaohuang, blowing him away out.

Pfft.. A mouthful of blood spurted out. The man who landed in embarrassment couldn't help but gritted his teeth and looked at Duanshuai with shock in his eyes: "Eclipse the sun sword technique, you are the first Duanshuai of Nanlin sword? How is it possible? Your eclipse sword technique How can there be such a strong power? This is absolutely impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible! Is my realm beyond what you can imagine?" Duan Shuai, who shook his head slightly, pointed directly at the man, with hot sword energy bursting out from his fingertips, faintly visible, and at the same time said coldly: "Leave the clothes , or keep your life, you choose yourself!"

Hearing this, his face was flushed, and the man who gritted his teeth and his eyes were full of unwillingness, after a little silence, he still stabbed the long sword in his hand into the ground beside him, and then began to take off his clothes..
"Okay, you don't need to take off the innermost one. You are ashamed to take it off. I feel embarrassed for you. I don't have a hobby of wearing other people's underwear." Seeing the man take off his outer clothes, he was about to take off his underwear In shorts, Duan Shuai finally stopped it.

The man who stopped couldn't help staring at Duan Shuai with fierce eyes and hissed: "One day, I will be ashamed of breaking the army!"

"Okay, I'm welcome anytime! However, next time we meet again, I won't let you go so easily," Duan Shuai said with a smile.

Gritting his teeth and turning away after the old sword was gone, Duan Shuai stepped forward after a few ups and downs and disappeared in the distant forest in a blink of an eye. Duan Shuai stepped forward with a wave of his heart and dissipated the zhenqi shield on his body, completely ignoring that there was a beautiful woman watching from the side , is to pick up the clothes that Po Jun took off on the ground and put them on.

After putting it on, looking at the torn marks on the chest and sleeves, Duan Shuai couldn't help shaking his head helplessly and said: "Yeah, I finally got a set of clothes, and it turned into a tattered beggar's outfit."

Tsk.. Pulled out the long sword inserted into the ground by Pojun on the side, looked at it, flicked it lightly, listened to the crisp sound of the sword, and looked at the blade of the sword with a faint bloody halo flowing like cold autumn water. The corner of his mouth slightly curled up with a smile: "What a good sword! This Po Jun is indeed the son of Jian Hui, the lord of the Sword Sect. Although he doesn't learn the sword skills very well, the weapon is not bad. It's just a pity that such a good sword has the wrong master. A person who is willing to give up his sword is not worthy of being a real swordsman. How can he practice extraordinary swordsmanship if he is not sincere to the sword?"

"Big beauty, tell me, do I make sense?" Duan Shuai, who was muttering to himself, turned to look at the embarrassing beauty in luxurious clothes and asked.

The embarrassed beauty smiled nervously and cautiously: "Hero Duan, you are the head of Nanlin sword, the top sword master in the Jianghu, and I am just an ordinary woman who doesn't know martial arts, and I don't know how to use swords."

"Women, you don't need to know swordsmanship, you just need to know a man's heart, don't you think so?" Duan Shuai lightly waved the sword in his hand.

The beauty didn't know how to answer, so she could only smile awkwardly.

Finally, Duan Shuai took his eyes away from the sword in his hand, glanced at the woman and said: "It's really beautiful, do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

Hearing that the beautiful girl with beautiful eyes twinkled, she couldn't help smoothing her hair lightly with her hands, then smiled and stood up and went forward to salute Duan Shuai, then deliberately pretended to accidentally sprain her foot, and fell into Duan Shuai's arms past.

However, before she fell into Duan Shuai's arms, she was pushed away by his hand.Looking at the woman who fell to the ground in a state of distress, Duan Shuai, who shook his head slightly, sneered and said, "A woman who is willing to abandon her husband and son, a woman who only wants to pursue glory and wealth, a woman who has had more than one man, I'm not interested in a self-righteous woman. Yan Ying, when you betrayed your husband Nie Renwang, threw yourself into Xiongba's embrace, and then was ruthlessly abandoned by Xiongba and pushed off the head of Leshan Giant Buddha, you should die and live in this world It's really embarrassing."

Listening to Duan Shuai's indifferent and sneering words, Yan Ying couldn't help trembling, her face turned pale, and she seemed a little lost.

There are many powerful women in the world, but there are not many who are as shameless as Yan Ying.However, this is also the sorrow of the so-called stunning beauties in the world of the strong. They can't control their own destiny like men, so they can only follow the trend.In this world, how many people can really get out of the mud without getting stained?

Duan Shuai, who didn't even look at Yan Ying any more, just used his lightness kung fu and flew away, heading towards Leshan Giant Buddha again.Before leaving in a hurry, he had to go back and make some arrangements.

Although he is not interested in King Nie Ren's Snow Drinking Knife, it is a rare magic weapon in the world after all and needs to be disposed of properly.And his Fire Lin Sword also needs to be taken back.After all, when walking in the rivers and lakes in the future, holding a magical weapon will always have some advantages over bare hands.With his current strength, he still can't be invincible without relying on the magic weapon.

Back in Lingyun Grotto, he found the Xueyin Knife left behind by King Nie Ren after his death and his own Huolin Sword, put the Xueyin Knife away, and left Lingyun Grotto with the Huolin Sword.

He wants to go to the Tianxiahui first, if there is no accident, his cheap son Duanlang should be taken to the Tianxiahui by Xiongba and Nie Feng, and he will have a miserable time there, just a handyman disciple.How could his handsome son just be a handyman?

As far as Duanlang is concerned, he has talent, but because of Xiongba's deliberate suppression and insult, his disposition has deteriorated.Now that his cheap father is not dead yet, Duanlang should naturally teach him himself.I believe that under my careful training, Duanlang's future achievements will not be much inferior to Fengyun's, and it should not be so easy to go astray.

In the Tiandihui, where the handyman disciples live, late at night, everyone else is asleep, but Xiao Duanlang sits silently on the threshold, looking at the moonlight outside, silently shedding tears: "Dad, Are you really dead? Don't care about the prodigal anymore?"

"Hehe, why is dad willing to leave Lang'er alone, and how can he ignore Lang'er?" Amidst the chuckle, Duan Shuai, whose figure suddenly appeared in front of Duan Lang.

Staring at Duan Shuai, he forgot Duan Lang who was crying for a while, and he couldn't help getting up and throwing himself into Duan Shuai's arms, crying loudly: "Father!"

"Hey, Lang'er, it's all right, don't cry, isn't dad coming back to look for you?" Touching Duan Lang's little head, Duan Shuai comforted him with a smile: "My Lang'er has suffered a lot these days." From now on, Dad will never let anyone bully you again. You are the handsome son of Nanlin Jianshou. In the future, Dad hopes that you will be stronger than Dad. Let people in the Jianghu mention you and stop saying that you are me Instead, he will say that I am the father of Qilin Moduanlang. Dad hopes that you will be his pride in the future, understand?"

Looking up at Duan Shuai, Duan Lang, whose tears were still wet on his small face, nodded firmly and said: "Father, don't worry, Lang'er will not let you down!"

(End of this chapter)