My enemies became my companions

Chapter 405: Killing! (7k chapter)

The visitor was very thin.

He was dressed in a dark grey bullfighting suit, and was well over thirty years old. He walked with a steady step, his eyebrows were as narrow as a knife, and his body was tall and broad. He squeezed up the stairs and came to the wide corridor on the third floor without the guidance of a servant. His taut skin gave people an indescribable feeling of toughness.

With his hands tucked into his sleeves, Wei Wuque walked slowly over, and saw swords and weapons coming from inside the wide gate. Despite the sudden change, his face was surprisingly calm, as if he was used to it.

Wei Wuque walked across the gleaming blade. Everyone stared at him. He stopped and looked up at Jiang Shangli and asked:

"Magistrate Jiang, what a great occasion."

Wei Wuque looked around.

Before Jiang Shangli opened his mouth, Zhao Yan's eyes sparkled.

This is Wei Wuque, the new master of Magpie Pavilion, and the person Zhao Yan wants the Soul-Loving Butterfly to connect with.

During the fight just now, Zhao Yan had already seen that the so-called Young Master Long's martial arts were not comparable to ordinary people. It would not be difficult to kill him if he and Jiang Shangli joined forces, but he would inevitably suffer injuries. Now, if Wei Wuque, the master of the Magpie Pavilion, was added, it would be a sure win.

Wei Wuque's sudden arrival made everyone stop fighting. Chen Yi couldn't help but glance at the man from the side.

The latter noticed Chen Yi's expression, and after glancing at him from the corner of his eye, he asked:
"Who is this? He looks familiar."

Chen Yi's eyes brightened slightly, and he gripped the knife handle with a little more force.

He was now wanted by the palace, and he was already a mortal enemy of the Magpie Pavilion. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the current situation. Not to mention letting those three assassins who were just extras, even if he was practicing both Taoism and magic, it would be very dangerous for him to fight one against three.

In contrast, Zhao Yan was at peace. Now that he could no longer take the blame, he held the token in his hand and wanted to win over the owner of this place. However, the most taboo thing in this situation was to lie. He said loudly, "To be honest with you, Master Wei, this man's surname is Min Ning, and he was once a captain of the Jinyiwei in the capital!"

Chen Yi suppressed the corners of his mouth.

Try to look nervous.

A fierce light flashed in Zhao Yan's eyes, as if he wanted to eat that person alive:
"This man killed dozens of people from my Lifeng Pavilion and created a blood feud with us. If this man is not killed, my Lifeng Pavilion will not be able to swallow this humiliation.

Master Wei, I still need your help in killing the enemy today. I will definitely reward you handsomely in the future."

Wei Wuque was not swayed by the angry words. People who practiced martial arts were already accustomed to the bloodshed in the martial arts world, let alone those from the royal family, who were in a superior position to look down and had their own rational judgment.

He picked up the sugar-coated peanuts on the table, put them to his mouth and ate them.

Wei Wuque looked at Chen Yi and saw bloodstains on his clothes. He sighed:

"What a murderous aura."

"It's just blood."

"Blood is murderous intent. You just killed many people."

"Nineteen."

Wei Wuque asked curiously, "How long did it take?"

"A little more than a quarter of an hour."

Wei Wuque clenched his fists and put down the peanuts, his expression remained unchanged, but he became more cautious - he believed that it would take him a quarter of an hour to kill nineteen people.

"Why did you kill people?" Wei Wuque asked.

"I stand up for justice when I see it." The man replied calmly.

Wei Wuque narrowed his eyes slightly and did not comment.

Zhao Yan's sharp eyes caught Wei Wuque's vigilance and said repeatedly:

"I hope... Master Wei can lend a hand and help us capture this thief."

"I am from the royal family and I only help officials of the imperial court. I will help anyone who is an official. Do you have an official in Lifeng Pavilion?"

Wei Wuque's voice was neither salty nor bland. Recalling the origin of Lifeng Pavilion, he sneered:

"A martial arts sect from the Western Jin Dynasty is qualified to order me to do things?"

Zhao Yan stiffened his neck and the words were stuck in his mouth.

He thought for a moment, quickly touched his body, and then suddenly remembered something.

And the next moment, Chen Yi took out a nanmu wood token of Magpie Pavilion.

"Master Wei, I used to be a thousand households in the capital, and I am an official."

Zhao Yan's eyes widened as he listened to the man slowly say:

"I have seen the Western Jin Lifeng Pavilion committing crimes and killing people in my territory of Dayu, cruelly abusing the common people. I feel that this is unfair, but I never thought that someone would confuse right and wrong and say that I was their enemy first."

Zhao Yan's hands holding the knife were shaking, and there was endless horror in his pupils.

He handed the token to his adopted daughter Mihundie, intending to let Mihundie seduce the master of this city and establish contact with him, so as to plant secret agents for Lifeng Pavilion in the capital city of Dayu. It could be regarded as a way of paying homage to the leader of the city. However, he could not have imagined that the token would fall into Chen Yi's hands now.

As Chen Yi spoke, Wei Wuque's eyes had become scrutinizing. Zhao Yan thought of the sensitive identity of Lifeng Pavilion, and his hands felt cold. They could still win in a two-on-one fight, but if it was a two-on-two fight, it would be hard to say.

Zhao Yan saw Wei Wuque looking at him, and then he turned his gaze to Jiang Shangli. At this time, Can Jiao was determined again.

It doesn't matter. With Magistrate Jiang by his side, he can naturally explain everything clearly, including why the token fell into Chen Yi's hands. He can also find a reason to explain it.

Wei Wuque stared at Jiang Shangli and asked, "County Magistrate Jiang, you are standing over there. Are you being held hostage?"

Jiang Shangli smiled and said, "He is not held hostage. It's just that there is a lunatic who is confusing right and wrong. He stole the Xi Que Pavilion token from somewhere and turned the tables. Although Captain Min was once a captain, it was only a former position. Now he appears in Shantong City as a hero. I believe he has already resigned due to a crime. Master Wei, please explain clearly."

Wei Wuque looked thoughtful.

Jiang Shangli struck while the iron was hot and said, "You should know that I invited Master Wei tonight to discuss the matter of the Lone Smoke Sword with the Lifeng Pavilion. Unfortunately, a traitor drew his sword and attacked, making Master Wei a laughing stock."

As soon as these words fell, the situation changed again. Wei Wuque glanced at Chen Yi from the side.

For him, the current situation was divided into two groups of people blaming each other. Not knowing the full picture and only knowing the tip of the iceberg made it difficult to judge.

At this time, Chen Yi laughed.

The laughter was not loud, just a low chuckle, but in this tense room, it could be heard clearly.

Wei Wuque raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why are you laughing, Captain? Do you have any excuses?"

"Each of us has our own opinion. It's hard to say whether we are making excuses or not, but..."

I only heard that person say leisurely:
"He's just a county magistrate, whose official position is not even fourth rank, but he's actually a fourth rank warrior?"

Jiang Shangli's brows furrowed.

The sword in his hand was cold as ice. He sneered and asked:
"The great hermits hide in the city, the small hermits hide in the wild, even among the peddlers there may be masters, Laojun once traveled around the world with a green ox, so why can't I, the county magistrate, be a fourth-rank warrior? Captain Min, what you said is very Spring and Autumn style."

"County Magistrate Jiang knows how to use a sword."

"So what? Is it strange to know sword?"

"I can use a sword to kill people."

As the calm words fell, Jiang Shang stood still on the spot, with a hint of fear in his eyes besides the ferocity.

Wei Wuque looked sideways.

It was so difficult to pass the imperial examination, let alone a Jinshi who was less than 30 years old. He not only studied literature, but also had time to practice martial arts, and even practiced to the fourth level. Is there really such a rare person in the world? Wei Wuque couldn't help but doubt it.

And if what the thousand-householder said was true, then the sword that Jiang Shangli practiced was a killing sword similar to the Lone Smoke Sword. It should be noted that the Lone Smoke Sword had just escaped into Shantong City not long ago.

Wei Wuque narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Jiang Shangli with squinted eyes.

Jiang Shangli didn't say anything, his expression was grim.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"The real County Magistrate Jiang died a long time ago."

Chen Yi slowly made it clear:
"I'm right, right? The current head of Kunlun Sect is Tang Ze."

As the words fell, a sword flashed coldly in the night.

The white sword flashed past like lightning, and "Jiang Shangli" followed the sword, trying to reach out to Chen Yi's throat at the moment when Chen Yi finished speaking and his qi had not yet arisen.

When the long sword came out, Wei Wuque moved. He was standing on the side and suddenly stepped forward. He stretched out his hand from his sleeve and hit Jiang Shangli with a palm. The latter turned around and swung the sword like flowing water. It turned out to be a feint just now. His real purpose was to kill Wei Wuque!
When the sword came, Wei Wuque was not surprised at all. He clamped his arms together, curled up his body backward, and instantly hugged the three-foot sword energy. His steps were unpredictable, and a wonderful energy was suspended between his palms, as soft as cotton, which enveloped the powerful sword energy and dissipated it into nothingness.

Wandering Baguazhang.

Wei Wuque looked down at the remaining scattered sword energy in his palm and squinted his eyes and said:

“It’s indeed a murderous sword.

You are Tang Ze, who kills people suddenly and ruthlessly.

In this case, I wonder if Sect Leader Tang knows that attacking and killing officials is tantamount to treason?"

This move failed, and "Jiang Shangli" instantly retreated several feet, not giving Wei Wuque the chance to entangle him with the sword. He held the sword horizontally in front of him, took a step to the side, and completely leaned against Zhao Yan's side.

But Zhao Yan was already sweating profusely.

No wonder you, the county magistrate, have such skills!

No wonder you're trying so hard to find the Guyan Sword!
Nowadays, the story about the Lone Smoke Sword is already known to everyone in Shantong City.

Gu Yanjian realized the power of a broken sword at the top of Kunlun Mountain and gave it to the previous leader of Kunlun Sect. However, the leader's son acted like Dongguo and the wolf. After he learned the broken sword and succeeded as the leader, he made no progress in martial arts, so he asked the previous leader for the complete sword manual in the name of the sect.

When his request failed, he joined forces with others to hunt him down until they reached the city of Shantong.

This so-called "Jiang Shangli" tried his best to track down the trace of the Lone Smoke Sword. It seemed that he was doing it for the sake of the royal family, but in fact, it coincided with his own interests.

Zhao Yan's veins bulged and the handle of the knife in his hand was almost broken.

You fucking Tang Ze suddenly killed people and left me no room for maneuver.

I wanted to be recruited, but in the end I was recruited from a martial arts sect and turned into a rebel? !
Wei Wuque glanced at the two of them, then turned to look at Chen Yi.
"Do you need my help?"

There was no need for him to ask so much.

Who would refuse help from others?
But the bloodstains on the hem of the clothes were unexpectedly creepy, and Wei Wuque wanted to ask something.

Soon, he got his answer.

Chen Yi raised his hand and said, "No need, I am enough."

Wei Wuque put his hands back into his sleeves and took a few steps back.

Perhaps Chen Yi had many considerations in his mind, but Wei Wuque did not ask for the truth. He heard a great murderous intent from this short answer. If ordinary people were used to seeing blood, they would be numb and avoid it, but the more he saw it, the more he wanted to vent. It was like a sharp sword. If there was no sheath to restrain it, it would be hard to guarantee that he would not be another Xiao Wu Buyue.

Wei Wuque turned around and left without looking back, going downstairs while thinking and pondering.

When he was halfway up the stairs, he couldn't help but whisper, "Hasn't the killing started yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a thunderous bang. Looking up, he could see half of his body piercing the floor. The bloody Embroidered Spring Knife pierced through his chest and was exposed. He drew the knife very quickly, and blood splashed, dripping a drop on Wei Wuque's face. He silently turned away the blood.

Sure enough, the killing began.

On the third floor.

After stabbing the assassin's chest with a knife, Chen Yi immediately raised his face to face Zhao Yan and Tang Ze.

The reason why he let Wei Wuque go was because of his status and to avoid any complications.

What’s more important is that he wanted to kill quickly after being pretending to be nice for so long.

When he slaughtered the assassins from Lifeng Pavilion just now, he killed them quickly, but it was not pleasant. The difference in martial arts skills was too great, it was like chopping at paper, the latter had no means of fighting back, in his own words, it was just a low-end game of bombing fish and bullying noobs.

How boring?
Blood dripped from the tip of the knife. Chen Yi raised the knife and moved forward, not even paying attention to the remaining two pale assassins.

Rather than wasting Zhao Yan's energy, it would be more accurate to say that these three assassins were there to allow him to see through his martial arts skills.

The timing of breathing, the sharpest and dullest points in the swordsmanship, the changes in steps, the habits of arm swings, and even the veins of the flow of true energy... Zhao Yan, who was good at assassinating with one blow, had his eyes wide open like his nostrils, unwilling to miss any details.

Chen Yi grinned slightly, and after the blood was shaken, the cold light of the knife was so dazzling.

Want to see?

Then let you see enough.

At this moment, an assassin rushed forward and drew a straight arc with his sword with one hand, with the blade facing forward. Chen Yi reached out with the tip of the sword. As soon as it made contact, the powerful energy knocked the sword crooked. The assassin's arm trembled violently, he gritted his teeth and twisted his body, and the blade emerged from the sleeve of his other hand. It turned out that the previous move was a fake, and the next move was real. This knife really slashed towards Chen Yi's neck.

Chen Yi smiled.

It's quite... flashy.

However, the gap in martial arts is too great.

The idea of ​​this hidden knife attack was ingenious, but it was too slow in Chen Yi's eyes. He abandoned the front knife for this move, but the arc of this knife cut was too large and too obvious to ignore it. So Chen Yi bent over and punched, neither retreating nor avoiding, and smashed the assassin's face with one punch. Blood oozed out of his seven orifices amid the sound of breaking bones.

At this moment, another assassin suddenly pounced from behind, as if he wanted to seize the opportunity to punch and kill him with one blow, but as if Chen Yi had eyes on his back, he twisted his waist and slashed, and the assassin's arm was broken in mid-air. He screamed in a hoarse voice, and before he hit the ground, he saw another bloody knife shadow coming towards him.

Wow.

The assassin fell forward, and when his body hit the ground, his head also fell to the ground.

The head and body were still connected by skin, and I didn't know which one would fall to the ground faster.

Chen Yi turned his wrist, wiped the blood off the knife, turned around and looked at Zhao Yan and Tang Ze.

Those three assassins were just appetizers, these two were the main attraction. As for Qin Tu... this minor official who claimed to have fought with them shrank in a corner, and no one paid any attention to him.

When Zhao Yan saw the style of those knife strikes, his eyes narrowed and his wrinkles twisted together. He couldn't help but wonder if he would have a better chance of winning if he had taken action at the table at that time.

It's no use just thinking about it, the blood has been spilled and the knife has been unsheathed.

Zhao Yan's eyes were solemn, and every blow of the knife was echoing in his mind, trying to figure out the flaws that only a master could catch. At this moment, he saw the man raising the knife towards them, and blood dripped from the tip of the knife, hooking it from bottom to top.

As if speaking a word silently,
"Come!"

Zhao Yan's face suddenly became sinister and vicious. He gathered some poisonous water on his fingertips and wiped the blade of his sword.

He glanced at Tang Ze and said:

"This boy is arrogant. If we kill him, you and I can still kill Wei Wuque."

Tang Ze's expression was uncertain:

"it is good."

Zhao Yan recalled Wei Wuque's arrogant behavior just now and said harshly:
"You son of a bitch Wei Wuque!"

These words ignored Chen Yi, they were meant to warm up the wine to boost his courage, and they treated Chen Yi as a dead man who had already been beheaded.

It was two against one, a fifth-grade warrior and a fourth-grade warrior wielding a sword, and he would have already lost half his life.

Tang Ze held the sword in front and took a step forward. He did not walk straight, but took delicate steps, his body shape changing many times. The first or second steps were still slow, the third or fourth steps could still be seen with the naked eye, but the fourth or fifth steps could only be heard as the sound of wind passing by the ears!
Step on the clouds at the top!

Kunlun Mountain is high and steep, with a winding and steep terrain and a snake-like shape. There are often several plum trees standing on the top of the mountain. If you want to appreciate the plum blossoms, you must be like a sika deer climbing up the rocks, stepping on rocks and breaking through clouds and mist. Therefore, it is named "Treading on the Clouds on the Top of the Mountain", which is the true tradition of Kunlun School.

In just six or seven steps, Tang Ze flashed in front of Chen Yi, with sword intent rising up. The cruel sword energy cut his clothes. He seemed to break out from the sea of ​​clouds and handed over a sword.

Chen Yi did not slash forward directly, but instead extended his knife, turned his wrist, and pointed the tip of the knife towards the sword. Tang Ze took another step forward in an instant and came to the side of Chen Yi. He bent his arm and suddenly exerted force to cut off his head with the sword!
Chen Yi, who saw through the first sword's feint, thought to himself that it was indeed a feint, so he responded with a lift instead of a full-scale slash. Now that the sword was coming at him, he twisted his body in an instant, and the sword followed his body, slashing out like a dragon turning over on the ground. A thin line spread out, and the strong wind stopped. The sword's power was so fierce and fierce.

Tang Ze took another step and his figure disappeared again. The thin line fell on the thick wall and cut the wall in half like cutting paper. At first, the blade was smooth, but then the strong wind from the blade made it uneven. Smoke and dust rolled away, and the crack was like a deep mouth, blowing through it with a whistling sound of wind.

Chen Yi looked for the pattern of Tang Ze's pace changes and subconsciously slashed to the left.

guessed wrong.

Just like a sika deer kicking left and jumping right, the left kick is just to jump onto the isolated rock on the right.

Tang Ze appeared from the right rear and struck out with his sword without any fancy moves.

The sword was running like a dragon, and it was going to pierce through the chest directly. Even if Chen Yi reacted and dodged to the side in time, the right shoulder holding the sword would still be shattered.

A gleam of light flashed in Zhao Yan's eyes, and he subconsciously lowered his sword a few inches.

But in a split second, Tang Ze's pupils suddenly shrank.

Chen Yi held a ball of paper in the fingertips of his left hand and threw it out. With a blast of air, it turned into a giant shield in the air. The three-foot sword energy, as thick as fine steel, collided with it with a thunderous roar. The giant shield shattered into pieces of paper all over the sky, but Tang Ze's sword also slowed it down by several points.

Tang Ze looked surprised, as if asking:
You know fucking Taoism?!

Chen Yi answered his question with a knife. Under the cold moon, the knife flashed, sharp as a ray.

The swords collided heavily, and the two men retreated at the same time. Tang Ze's sword power was weakened by the huge shield, and his wrist trembled, and blood oozed from his knuckles.

As soon as Chen Yi retreated three steps, Zhao Yan took the opportunity to move. He bent down like a remaining dragon in the water looking for food, with the feeling that one could only see the tail but not the head. When he was three steps away from Chen Yi, he finally made a move in shock, stabbing him from bottom to top.

The sword was smeared with poison, not to kill with one blow, but to leave a wound.

Chen Yi took a deep breath and steadied his body, enduring the pain of the reverse flow of his inner energy. He turned sideways, bent his elbow and smashed down, hard into Zhao Yan's outstretched arm!
His arm bent instantly and Zhao Yan's eyes widened. Even though he had practiced horizontal training, his arms were terribly numb and the knife almost slipped out of his hand. He kicked down suddenly and quickly distanced himself. With his other hand, he reached out a flying knife from his sleeve. With a few whooshing sounds, the knife light flashed in the air.

He looked at his arm again and saw a large purple bruise.

Chen Yi swung his knife back, creating several arcs of light. With a crackling sound, all the flying knives fell to the ground.

Before Chen Yi could catch his breath and chase him, Tang Ze had already bypassed the figure and moved towards him. With the Kunlun School's true lightness skill at the pinnacle, he had already reached the ninth step of stepping on the clouds. Even the wind was five feet slower than him. A sword was thrusting towards his ribs!
This timing was perfect, and it was the time when Chen Yi was overwhelmed.

Chen Yi stretched out his left hand and grabbed the sword as if he was ready to die. The three-foot sword energy was filled with murderous intent. Tang Ze followed the powerful sword force and wanted to pierce him through the palm of his hand!
His left hand collided with the sword energy and blood appeared. When the tip of the sword was about to penetrate, his index finger, middle finger and thumb suddenly clenched and actually stopped the terrifying sword!
Tang Ze's eyes widened and his pupils shrank sharply.

A little blood oozed from the corner of Chen Yi's mouth, and he smiled with blood:

"It's really a broken sword!"

Then he applied force with his fingertips, and the energy caused the sword to break into pieces and spread away. Tang Ze was shocked to feel the sword energy coming at him when the sword broke into pieces, and he quickly let go, but bloody wounds were already appearing on his palm.

Deeper than Chen Yi's.

Looking at his bloody palm, Tang Ze felt the more exquisite and complete killing sword from it.

This is the murderous sword.

His eyes were solemn as he recalled the time when he traveled thousands of miles to seek the sword. The so-called sincerity was all rumors in the martial arts world. It was true that Gu Yan Sword would teach him the complete sword, but he only handed over a sword from inside the door, cut a sword mark on the ground, and let him understand the sword by himself. He had never even seen one side of Gu Yan Sword!

When he knelt outside the door and begged desperately, the Lone Smoke Sword didn't even utter a word!

He left Kunlun to seek the sword, with such sincerity, like a sika deer climbing to the top of the mountain, but in the end he still only had one sword.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Tang Ze retreated again and again.

Chen Yi shook the blood off his hands and saw that Tang Ze had retreated several steps and was standing with Zhao Yan.

Seeing him coming slowly, Zhao Yan moved his lips slightly and sent a message into the secret passage:
"Jiang Shangli... or Tang Ze, things have come to this point. Now you and I can only fight desperately to find a chance of victory..."

As he spoke, before Tang Ze could reply, Zhao Yan had already slightly bent his body, like a tiger or leopard fighting for its life, and pointed his sword forward. The mind of a killer is always decisive. He gathered his energy and concentrated his mind. His momentum rose up, and the light of the sword seemed to cut through the dark night, and his energy gathered on his back.

Tang Ze nodded, raised his foot slightly, and pushed forward with his palm.

Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment. The palm hit him right on the waist. A little external force surged, and his whole figure rushed out like a lit firecracker. Tang Ze leaped up and broke through the window in an instant with the recoil!

"You son of a bitch Jiang Shangli!"

Zhao Yan roared, and before he could change his body shape, he rushed in front of Chen Yi like a cannonball in the blink of an eye. Facing him was the red-stained Embroidered Spring Knife.

The collision between the horizontal sword and the blade made a thunderous sound, piercing the eardrums. The horizontal sword, which was already short, shattered with the sound. It was more like a smash than a cut. Zhao Yan's body was cut with a huge wound. When he fell backwards, his pale cheek was heavily stepped on by Chen Yi.

The head was trampled into a bloody mess and hit the ground heavily. Chen Yi took advantage of this opportunity to chase after the fleeing Tang Ze.

Chen Yi saw Tang Ze running on the roof as fast as lightning, his steps were like riding clouds and walking on wind, and he had already taken three steps with his wonderful lightness skills.

Compared with the terrifying broken sword, he was more interested in the foundation of Kunlun Sect - Stepping on the Clouds at the Peak.

The transformation between steps is truly mysterious.

Until now, Chen Yi has not had very good lightness skills. He has been relying on the barely usable Eagle Falling Skill and the Shangqing Heart Method to slow down his movements. Now that the Juedian Stepping on the Clouds Skill has appeared, he is inevitably excited.

Compared with the Juedian Tayun, Tang Ze's killing sword is not bad, but it is still several levels behind.

So Chen Yi could understand why Tang Ze tried every means to hunt down Gu Yanjian, but he could not empathize with him.

The Kunlun sect's top stepping on the clouds is close to the ultimate in lightness skills, but Tang Ze is obsessed with another kind of martial arts. He regards the killing sword as his golden rule and is so obsessed with it that he is willing to travel thousands of miles across the east and west.

He is obsessed with appearances.

Maybe one day, he will realize that it is just an illusion and eventually become a master.

But he won't have the chance to have an epiphany.

Chen Yi moved, and the Hou Kang sword was taken out from the ground. It came out of the sheath with a clang. The black sword body almost swallowed up all the light. He pushed the sword with his palm and threw it into the air!
The energy flowed through the sword, and like a streak of sword light, it swept up and broke through the dark night into circles of ripples!

A sharp explosion sounded behind the sword light.

Tang Ze had already taken five steps and only needed to take one more step, as if to dodge the sword.

But a faint sound of sword passed by his ears, and he slowed down for a moment. He heard the mystery of the sword from the wind, and was surprised to find that it was equally powerful as the Lone Smoke Sword.

It was like a sika deer climbing to the top of the mountain and then taking a step into empty air.

boom.

The blade pierced through his flesh and blood, and he fluttered and fell like a hawk pierced by a flying arrow, crushing the rubble on the roof, and the top of the cloud was pierced to pieces. This is the murderous sword...

"What a fast sword!"

When Chen Yi landed, he made a buzzing sound.
"It's a pity that I...can't figure it out..."

He sighed and eventually died under the sword.

(End of this chapter)