Fu Canglu

Chapter 371 I Have Been Wandering For So Long

Several clusters of water spray exploded on the surface of Chunlei Lake one after another.

The old man of Yiqi Daomeng lifted his sword with great difficulty, his mouth was torn apart by the pitch-black long sword, and he was already holding on to the handle tightly.

How could the young master of the West Pavilion have any demeanor at this moment?

That feminine and fair face had long been distorted by hostility, Chu Xibi gritted his teeth, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, each sword was more fierce than the sword, wishing to throw all the hatred accumulated over the years on the old man!

The sword energy raged freely and poured heavily on the old man of Yiqi Daomeng.

The old man raised his hands, and the old knife pressed against the long sword of the young master of the West Pavilion, clenching tightly and refusing to let go.

He stepped on the Chunlei Lake, the power of the soles of his feet burst out, and he forcibly stabilized his figure.

The young master of the West Pavilion looked gloomy, and quickly raised the sword with both hands, and smashed it down again!

Chunlei Lake surged and pressed down, and then the two people's footholds exploded
A huge circle has already been vacated in the middle of the lake.

It's a pity that when the two of them really fought, they both had the ability to tread water to the knees, and they fought all the way from the center of Chunlei Lake for nearly ten feet.

His Highness frowned slightly, looking at the two who were not far away from him.

The old man of the Yiqi Knife League held the knife tightly with both hands, mechanically raised it repeatedly, and blocked the attack of the young master of the West Pavilion. It seemed to be in a panic, but in fact it left a leeway. , while defusing the offensive, he retained his strength greatly.

And the handsome young master of the West Pavilion, who had already made a hideous face, spared no effort to vent his ninth-rank Yuanli, thinking about smashing the old man to death.

The old man's swordsmanship is quite superb, and his defense is impeccable.

It's just a retreat of changing directions one after another, getting closer and closer to His Royal Highness and Princess Princess.

Even when Yi Xiao swung the paddle halfway, he changed the direction temporarily.

The princess said softly: "What does that old man mean?"

Yi Xiao's face was calm, and he said calmly, "It's okay, just watch it, these two people can't make any waves."

Wei Lingshan hummed, and reminded softly: "It's going to thunder, if you can't do it, don't do it."

Yi Xiao put the hat on her head again, and slightly raised her head to look at the sky.

Lightning is faint.

The little highness, who was wrapped in a black lotus robe, lowered his head with some taboo, and stopped looking at the sky where the lightning flashed, and said with a soft smile, "Don't worry, I won't make a move."

"Go ahead!"

"Fight back!"

"Aren't you arrogant!"

"When the arm was cut off, did you ever think it would be today!"

On the surface of Chunlei Lake, two figures stuck together, one retreated and the other entered, the water mist was blurred, and the young master of the West Pavilion in the crimson red Taoist robe was vaguely able to see the old man of the Knife Alliance pressing down with one sword and one sword. spare energy.

In the mist that outsiders can't see clearly.

The handsome young man had a ferocious face, and he roared in a low voice: "Come on, come on, take out the knife! Let me repay you!"

The white hair on the old man's temples has been dyed red, blood-red, it is the blood stains from the tiger's mouth being torn and splashed, and it is dyed on the cheeks, eyebrows, and dry hair.

He still doesn't speak.

The young master of the West Pavilion breathed a sigh of relief, and he did not hold back at all in the realm of the ninth rank.

After the first sword is the second sword, the momentum of the sword is not exhausted, the momentum of the sword is not diminished, and 49 swords can be smashed consecutively in a fit of anger.

Such a ferocious move is no longer considered a sword technique.

When the old man was young, he practiced parrying, raising a knife, and blocking countless times.

That friend surnamed Chu used such a trick back then.

Repeatedly smashed down.

If you can't stand it, you can only be smashed into the air.

It's just that the friend surnamed Chu back then didn't use a sword, but a knife.

This is a trick of "filling the knife".

The sword move Chu Xibi used was changed by his father from the sword move.

The old man of Yiqi Daomeng tried hard to block again and again, which was extremely difficult.

There's too much on that sword.

Not just Yuanli.

There is also hatred, resentment, hatred, unwillingness, and ambition.

Carried too much, so too heavy.

Exactly the same as that person back then.

The old man guarded 49 swords, and when Chu Xibi finally exhausted his breath, when Youyou inhaled, he suddenly turned his wrist, and the ink knife rolled in a circle in an instant.

Lift the knife upside down.

This is the only way to break the infinite loop of the "blade-filling style".

There are very few people in Yiqi Daomen who can use this style, because lifting the knife upside down is too demanding on the body of the swordsman. When turning the wrist and lifting the knife, it needs to bear too much pressure, and the wrist bone is likely to break.

The old man's eyes finally opened, shining like stars for a moment, his back straightened suddenly, and his whole body was heroic, holding a knife upside down, and he took a step forward suddenly.

The ink knife slashed upwards under tremendous pressure.

In an instant, it touched Chu Xibi's sword.

That is the only weakness of the "blade knife style".

The ink knife vigorously provoked.

The water vapor that exploded from Chunlei Lake spread around.

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All the quacks watching at the shore of Chunlei Lake let out a cry of alarm.

On Chunlei Lake, two people stood stepping on the water.

The water vapor has not dissipated, so the figures of the two people are still blurred.

There was a huge distance between the two of them.

The railings of the large painting boat were blown apart by force, and it shattered like a paper sculpture, and then a long and narrow object shot out from the water mist at a high speed.

It was a long black sword.

In an instant, it was nailed to the bow of the painting boat.

The jade screen decorations on the carved railings were all shattered by the sword energy in an instant.

The "Dao Dao Style" does not restrain the energy, so the whole body's energy is gathered on one knife, and the same is true when the sword is used.

To be thrown away with a sword is to be thrown away with all the energy of the whole body.

The battle between masters has already been decided.

The ink knife had already touched the fair neck of the young master of the West Pavilion.

It was indeed an extremely sharp knife, and there was already a bloodstain on Chu Xibi's neck.

The feminine man in the crimson Taoist robe did not speak.

He narrowed his eyes, his chest still heaving slightly.

The old man who only took one knife, his white clothes and white hair were dyed red, but fortunately his withered arms were still strong, and those hands made for knives could still hold the ink knife firmly in front of the young master Xige's neck.

The swordsman is old, and the sword is also old.

The souls of the dead never grow old.

The old man of Yiqi Daomeng had no expression on his face, and the ink knife was pressed against the young master of the West Pavilion, and with a slight force, he turned slightly against the young master of the West Pavilion.

He moved bit by bit, and the ink knife forced the young master of the West Pavilion to move with him.

Moved in one direction.

Turned half a week.

The old man smiled gently in that direction, expressing that he had no malice.

His Highness has already determined that the old man did it on purpose.

There are so many boats in Chunlei Lake.

He turned in one direction and aimed at his own ship.

Yi Xiao pressed down on the bamboo hat, and said helplessly: "It shouldn't be, we both hide the energy mechanism, unless those nine-rank masters can see some clues, other people can't see it."

The princess said thoughtfully, "I seem to understand a little bit."

His Highness was a little perplexed, Wei Lingshan narrowed his eyes, and said softly: "You will know later."

Wei Lingshan said softly: "The people watching at Chunlei Lake are just watching for fun, and it's better not to listen to some things they say."

Yi Xiao understood, smiled and handed out Yuanli, blocking the voices of the two people in the middle of Chunlei Lake.

The old man of Yiqi Daomeng slowly pressed the saber.

The young master of the West Pavilion was pressed against the neck with a knife, and was forced to step back.

The old man said softly: "Chu Xibi, just like your father, you are a rare genius in practice, but it's a pity that you never set your mind on the right path."

Chu Xibi narrowed his eyes, and when the ink knife was pressed against his neck, he laughed out loud.

"hypocrisy."

The young master of the West Pavilion smiled softly: "Do you think you can kill me if I don't have a sword?"

The old man said quietly: "Young man, you'd better not move."

"I put the knife on your neck, just to tell you that I have the qualifications."

The old man of Yiqi Daomeng said softly: "You can hear some words clearly."

"It doesn't matter if the West Pavilion annexes the Daomeng, or it becomes the largest sect in Jiangnan Dao, or it doesn't matter if the two of you, father and son, are floating in the rivers and lakes, or you're going down."

"It's all right."

"There is a reason. Your father didn't see clearly back then."

"The world is no longer what it was 30 years ago."

"Qijiang is only divided into north and south, only Liang Wei, and nothing else."

"The number one sect in Jiangnan Dao looks beautiful and prosperous, but it can't match Xiao Wang's finger." The old man said calmly, "The top ten sects in Jiangnan Dao in the Spring and Autumn Period were beaten by iron cavalry in one night. If you step on it, the gods will take action, and no grass will grow. Do you think the world is still the same as it was 30 years ago? Do you think the ninth rank is still the same as it was 30 years ago?"

Chu Xibi's smile froze slowly.

The femininity on his face remained undiminished, and he asked sullenly, "What do you want to say?"

"Your father's ambition has never stopped." The old man took a deep breath and said seriously: "It's not just the rivers and lakes of Jiangnan Dao that he wants to subvert, he wants to close the nineteen sects, thinking about deeper things, only pity"

"It's just ridiculous."

The old man of Yiqi Daomeng shook his head, "Stupid, conceited, ridiculous, pathetic."

"Do you know how many people are there in Jianghu for a ninth-rank person like you?"

The ink knife was lifted upwards.

Chu Xibi looked ugly and raised his pale neck.

"That is to say, those who bully those pseudo-ninth-ranks and really advance to the ninth-rank level with your own strength, you are the weakest category." The old man said mercilessly: "Now that the great world has come, don't mention the eighteen high-ranking The gods and generals of the temple, as well as those great figures guarding the nineteenth way, are just placed in the Jianghu where the power is weak, and there are countless ninth-ranks like you like carp crossing the river."

"Just promoted to the ninth rank, I couldn't help but start suppressing the Daomeng." The old man continued expressionlessly: "The ten sects of Jiangnan Dao are not too different from each other before, and they are all keeping a low profile. Who cares about the so-called Jianghu rankings? ? Whether it's for revenge or hatred, you teamed up with the old foxes of several other sects to annex the Sword League, do you know how much you have to pay afterwards?"

Chu Xibi was speechless.

He just stared at the old man.

His eyes were dark but terrifying.

The old man turned a blind eye, and said indifferently: "If you want strength but no strength, if you want scheming but no scheming, you think you are a lone wolf, but you are just an ambitious dog. You are far from your father!"

Chu Xibi's throat swelled, and finally he couldn't restrain the anger, his eyes were scarlet.

Already lost his mind.

What a big picture.

What strategy.

All forgotten.

All he wants is revenge!
The young master of the West Pavilion suddenly clutched the jade pendant tightly in his sleeve, before his energy burst out, the old man in front of him was waiting for this moment, the ink knife turned sideways fiercely, the back of the knife was as heavy as a weight, and he slapped it hard.

In an instant, the young man in the crimson Taoist robe was slapped until his knees fell off, and he knelt down on the lake!

The ink knife had enough power left, without seeing any blood, it still removed the right shoulder of the Young Master of the West Pavilion.

The old man pressed the knife with one hand and pressed it against Chu Xibi's right shoulder.

Chu Xibi's right arm was limp and slumped, and his left hand was propped on the lake. He was extremely embarrassed. He raised his head and stared at the old man with the knife.

The old man just pressed the knife.

Withered hair was blown by the wind.

He raised his head and looked at the gradually dense thunder and lightning in the sky.

"I'm an old man, an old man who deserved to die a long time ago."

Ding Yi said softly: "I have been wandering in the rivers and lakes for so long, and I know that there are some things that human beings cannot do, and some things that people's hearts cannot explore."

"Maybe it's because of the decline of the world. I haven't seen someone as amazing as the king for a long time."

"Chu Xibi, your father and I have seen it, but you haven't."

"People should be in awe, because some people are like thunder from the sky, falling on the rivers and lakes with great momentum, we will be blind if we look up."

He leaned down slightly and whispered a few words in Chu Xibi's ear.

The first sentence is.

"After I die, the Sword League will give it to you."

The second sentence is.

"Every man is innocent, but he is guilty."

The third sentence is.

"Be optimistic about this knife."

(End of this chapter)