My enemies became my companions

Chapter 140: Living Sword Killing

The sharp chicken leg bone was like a sharp sword, emitting a cold light in mid-air, as if it was going to kill Chen Yi with one blow.

Before it reached the throat, the old beggar's hand suddenly stopped.

"The leader of the Beggars' Sect's Beijing branch, you are already an old veteran, do you have any respect for martial ethics?"

Chen Yi looked helpless.

The old beggar's face looked gloomy.

I saw a chopstick hanging in the air on the old beggar's crown. As long as he passed the chicken leg bone to within an inch of Chen Yi's throat, the chopstick under the Qi-controlled object would pierce it a millimeter away.

Lost in millimeters, a thousand miles.

Even if the old beggar could pierce Chen Yi's throat, as long as acupuncture was used to stop the bleeding in time, he would not be seriously injured, but the old beggar would die on the spot.

"It seems that I am plotting against you, and you are also plotting against me. This young man is not only handsome, but also charming,"

The old beggar said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Yin Wude is also very... handsome."

Chen Yi smiled and asked:

"Back off?"

"Back off."

"Back off."

The last person to speak was the eminent monk from the Western Regions. When the two were in a stalemate, he neither took advantage of the situation nor fanned the flames.

"Then move three feet away from each other."

After saying that, the old beggar kicked his feet and retreated two meters, while Chen Yi retreated to two and a half meters. Only the monk from the Western Regions landed accurately three meters away.

The monk did not face Chen Yi and the old beggar, but turned around and looked at Qiu Gang, chanting:

"Namo our teacher Shakyamuni Buddha, I have come from afar to ask for only one person, I hope Lord Qiu can hand this person over."

Before Qiu Gang could speak, Li Xieling asked curiously:

"You bald asses don't even chant Namo Amitabha?"

"I am not from Middle-earth."

The monk did not take offense at Li Xieling's rudeness, but advised:

"If Mr. Li is willing to repent, you can come here by yourself. I will definitely protect you to the Puhan Temple in the Western Regions."

"Send me to Puhan Temple to be executed, okay?"

Li Xieling burst into laughter, his laughter was wild and piercing.

Qiu Gang looked at the monk and said slowly:

"Bringing this man back is what the Zhige Division needs. If Master insists on being an enemy of Qiu Gang, then don't blame the sword for being blind."

"Then there is no eye."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk slowly walked forward.

Qiu Gang raised the saber, his momentum rising steadily, and his powerful energy vibrated his sleeves.

Li Xieling ran to the empty sandalwood counter, casually opened the door, and took out a jar of girl's red wine, like a spectator waiting to watch a good show, rather than the coveted heir of the Hehuan Sect.

He drank a bowl of mellow wine and laughed:
"In the sect, the senior and junior sisters are fighting for me.

I never thought that after being away from the Hehuan Sect for so long, I would still be fought over like Jia Baoyu!"

The old beggar who was confronting Chen Yi responded:

"Good boy, you are calm in the face of danger, and you have the demeanor of a gang leader."

The old beggar was not looking at Chen Yi, and his attention didn't seem to be here. This seemed to be a flaw, but Chen Yi did not rush forward.

While doing this just now, he had already realized that this old beggar liked to create illusions and flaws for people.

He pretended to deal with the eminent monk from the Western Regions by transmitting secret messages, but in fact he wanted to put himself to death.

Seeing that Chen Yi was still not moving, the old beggar turned around and spat:

"You are such a boring person. You won't even do this? Do you think I am an old beggar instead of a pretty woman with red lips and white teeth?"

Chen Yi remained unmoved.

The old beggar couldn't bear it any longer, so he kicked up his feet and jumped back and forth between the tables, his figure was ghostly, his five fingers curled into claws, and he rushed straight towards Chen Yi. The wind from his claws was shrill, pushing all the tea bowls on the tables on both sides down, and they fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Chen Yi finally took action. He drew his sword without any distractions and slashed at the old beggar.

The knife flashed, and just as the blade was about to approach, the old beggar seemed to have been prepared and turned his claws into palms. He bent his left leg slightly to avoid the sharp blade, swung his right palm in a circle, pushed outward, swept it horizontally and slapped it directly towards Chen Yi's arm holding the knife.

Chen Yi's eyes flashed, but he did not retreat. Instead, he changed his point of force and used his hardest elbow to meet the palm strike.

boom!
There was a loud bang.

The elbow collided with the palm, and the clothes burst in an instant. Even though the skin underneath was as hard as iron and stone, it was still shaken by the palm. The old beggar was shocked and took three steps back, looking at Chen Yi in surprise.

"What boxing technique?"

Chen Yi did not answer, but told the old beggar's palm method.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the arrogant dragon will regret."

"Have eyesight."

The old beggar laughed, and the next second, he suddenly shot out.

The two palms were placed together with great momentum, as if pushing the entire mountain forward, and even the tables and chairs on both sides were pushed several feet away.

Chen Yi avoided the attack and retreated repeatedly, but the old beggar kept moving forward. When his two palms were about to reach Chen Yi, he suddenly retracted his attacks. The reason was simply the word "prediction", because he saw that Chen Yi had already gripped the handle of the knife.

Just as the old beggar was about to retract his move and change his tactics, Chen Yi stepped forward, turned sideways, bent his arms, and rushed over with an Iron Mountain Lean!

The old beggar's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was superb, and the intervals between his moves were extremely short, but in the eyes of Chen Yi, who had practiced the Shangqing Heart Method and was naturally half a second slower, he still saw the opportunity. Caught off guard, the old beggar was knocked out, and Tieshan leaning on him was like a spring thunder.

The old beggar smashed countless tables and chairs until he crashed into the foot of the huge wooden pillar.

"Good boxing skills."

The old beggar spat out a mouthful of blood foam and wiped the corner of his mouth.
"I can see the trick of this move. It's the Cangshan Fist of Nan Cangshan. Decades ago, when Dayu had not yet destroyed Nanqi, this school was also famous in the area."

Chen Yi did not answer.

Li Xieling at the counter seemed to be drunk, and his eyes were dazzled by the two battles.

"Well done, well done to all!"

Li Xieling clapped his hands and cheered:

"I beat you so hard that you were beaten to a pulp. I never thought that you masters would still like Long Yang."

The old beggar made a sound of pooh and shouted:

"If you weren't the gang leader's illegitimate son, why would I come to save you?"

Li Xieling seemed not to have heard it, and drank up the wine in his hand. Instead, he said in a self-pitying tone:
"Actually, I can understand that. There aren't many handsome men like me in the world."

"The oldest profession in the world is not begging, but selling one's body. The second oldest is killing people."

The old beggar laughed and said:

"I kill people, and you sell your body. How beautiful."

Chen Yi had no expression on his face and just tilted his head.

But the old beggar suddenly seized the opportunity of distraction and attacked again with a move called "Kang Long You Hui". This time, the speed was faster and the power was more unstoppable, as if he had the power to shatter Chen Yi to pieces.

Chen Yi slashed with his sword, destroying the wind and rain.

The knife light divided the scene in front of him into a thin line, with unparalleled power. The old beggar suddenly changed his tactics, leaped into the air, and a hideous smile appeared on his face.

He naturally knew that Chen Yi's distraction was just a flaw, but even if the flaw was a trap, it was still a flaw after all, so as long as he could take advantage of the situation and grasp it, it would still be fatal!
His palms fell down like mountains. It was the most powerful move among the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, "Flying Dragon in the Sky". Striking from high above, the power was so great that it was enough to make Chen Yi's head burst like a watermelon.

The sword on Chen Yi's back suddenly came out of its sheath.

Use Qi to control things.

Wow!

The old beggar's heart was pierced, and his whole body was strung on the sword like a candied haws. The Flying Dragon in the Sky move stopped an inch in front of Chen Yi, causing Chen Yi's hair under his bamboo hat to fly in disarray.

The old beggar's eyes were filled with horror before he died, as if he was asking, how could this person have so many tricks up his sleeve? !
Just now, Chen Yi let go of Wu Za Nian and the Xiu Chun Knife flew out. He turned around and grasped the Hou Kang Sword and stabbed at the old beggar.

When the Yin Zai sword came out, the sword energy was abundant, but the murderous aura was extremely restrained, making it difficult for people to detect in advance. This was the living sword of Yin Jianshan. When it reached perfection, there was neither murderous aura nor murderous intent, like a flying sword of an immortal who could travel a thousand miles without anyone noticing!

Chen Yi threw the old beggar's body down. The sword trembled slightly, as if it was unhappy that Chen Yi used it to kill someone.

After all, it was a living sword that killed people.

(End of this chapter)