Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 159 Have I entered the arena?

In the desperate situation, King Jin would definitely not live in disgrace, but would rather die in glory than live in disgrace... Zhao Wumian had already guessed it as early as in Wuzhai City when Chen Qiyuan decided to leave Zhao Wumian alone.

Chen Qiyuan and Prince Jin are close friends. After Piantou Pass was breached, he had been trying to find a way to rescue Prince Jin from this dead end, so he kidnapped Zhao Wumian. However, in Wuzhai City, an ordinary old man was seen preferring death to surrender in the face of the Rong people. Chen Qiyuan then suddenly realized.

If an ordinary old man is like this, what about his old friend, the King of Jin? The King of Jin is determined to prove his innocence with his death, save the army's morale, ruin Luo Shu's plan, and kill the national teacher Wudamu, so that no one can save him.

King Luo Yingquan of Jin was by no means a coward.

Even if Zhao Wumian is tied up and brought back to Taiyuan for advice, that is the same result, and Chen Qiyuan will release him... Zhao Wumian, you can do whatever you want. We don't want to collude with the Rong people, and the crown prince Luo Shuzhi is our mortal enemy. Aren't you the only force we can rely on? So I will pass on the Tianluo Spear to you, and the King of Jin will give you the military power.

Just take the things we two left for you and go kill Luo Shuzhi.

This is the tacit understanding that Chen Qiyuan, Prince of Jin, and Zhao Wumian can understand without much explanation.

This is the cause and effect, as for now...

Inside the palace, flames filled the sky and there were ruins everywhere. The ice lake had shattered and the big locust tree was also on fire.

In order to kill Wudamu, Prince Jin buried almost all the explosives in the city inside the palace. The aftermath of the explosion naturally affected the entire palace.

No matter how strong a warrior is, he is still made of flesh and blood. Even the best warrior may not be able to survive the explosion.

The spear leader Chen Qiyuan carried a spear on his shoulder and walked in the raging fire with a complicated look in his eyes.

"The gun leader is just going to sit there and watch his old friend die without leaving any body behind?" a voice came from my ear.

When I looked over to where the sound came from, I saw an old Taoist priest in a dark purple robe standing not far away with his hands behind his back.

"A real man is willing to die if he wants to. Since he has made up his mind, there is naturally no need to say more." Chen Qiyuan said calmly.

Guiyi Zhenren smiled slightly, "Last night, the old Taoist said that our fate seems to be shrouded in fog, but in fact it is clear and visible."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to speak frankly, just go and meditate aside." Chen Qiyuan waved the Blood Scale Spear and a strong wind blew up. Logically, the fire would burn more vigorously with the help of the wind, but the flames several feet around Chen Qiyuan were suddenly extinguished.

Guiyi Zhenren was not angry, but stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Prince Jin has the intention to die, could it be that the spear master also has the intention to die?"

"none of your business?"

Guiyi Zhenren had dealt with Chen Qiyuan before and knew his character. He smiled again with extraordinary bearing, then turned to look in the direction of the study with a complicated tone.
"I, the Taoist priest, was ordered to kill the prince. Before I left, I read his fortune for him. I have been waiting until now just to know if the fortune was correct."

"boring."

Guiyi Zhenren smiled again, "It's a divination, it's destiny. It's often said that the way of heaven is ruthless. I'm a Taoist who practices Taoism and meets people when I tell fortunes. I just hope that this day can have a little more human kindness."

"What the hell is this? Speak human language."

"..."

Guiyi Zhenren flicked the dust off his Taoist robe and said leisurely, "If the spear master hadn't come, the one who would have fought with Wudamu would have been the old Taoist."

The spear master narrowed his eyes slightly, and then laughed, "Did Luo Shuzhi instruct you?"

"Yes, and no." Guiyi Zhenren noticed something and his tone turned cold. "This is not only the order of the prince, but also what I wish for."

As the words fell, a figure slowly walked out from the firelight.

Wudamu was at the epicenter of the explosion, so it was impossible for him to be unscathed. When he walked out, his body was in tatters, his skin was charred, and he no longer had the elegance he had before.

Zhenren Guiyi and Chen Qiyuan both looked at each other. Wudamu looked extremely miserable and had sustained serious injuries, but they were not fatal... Put yourself in their shoes. If it were any of the other two, they would be crippled even if they didn't die. How could they possibly have the strength to walk out like Wudamu?
As Wudamu walked, the charred keratin all over his body fell off with a crackling sound, revealing the bloody skin underneath.

"You're not going to die?" Chen Qiyuan said coldly, "The prince once said that in the previous dynasty, the royal family had four pieces of Nine Bells, the Qingying Jade Clothes, the Naraku Red Silk, the Recluse Sheath and... the Imperial Seal. When the previous dynasty fell, the seal also disappeared... Could it be that you have been carrying the seal with you all this time?"

"This is more like a martial art. It was rumored that Wudamu was able to break through by comprehending the Qingying Jade Clothes, and he also realized an internal skill from it that was as effective as rebirth from the ashes. This is also the reason why he looks like a middle-aged man even though he is over a hundred years old." Taoist Guiyi waved the sleeve of his Taoist robe lightly, drew out a long sword, and spoke in a cold tone.

Chen Qiyuan tapped his shoulder with the gun. "We are both human. I can only improve the Tianluo Spear by comprehending the Red Silk of Naraku... How can this guy comprehend such an invincible internal skill?"

After just a few words, all the charred skin on Wudamu's body had fallen off. At first glance, he looked like a bloody corpse, looking extremely miserable.

Hearing this, he just smiled faintly and said, "Martial arts alone can't stop this explosive."

If it’s not martial arts, then it’s the Nine Bells.

But Wudamu was not so kind as to reveal his cards so easily. He looked at the two of them and said with a hint of pride, "Only the two of you?"

Chen Qiyuan smiled coldly, "Talent is talent, strength is strength... You still have to fight to know."

As soon as the words fell, a violent roar suddenly resounded through the sky.

At the gate of Taiyuan City, Lady Canghua suddenly looked up and whispered, "The One Qi and Two Yi concept at Wugong Mountain? Is old man Guiyi also in the palace?"

"Master Guiyi? If he is here, then the old Taoist Guishou is most likely also in Taiyuan." Zhao Wumian led the horse and walked into the city.

Lady Canghua frowned and tilted her head to look at him, "Now that you're in Taiyuan...what do you want to do?"

"If you can save the King of Jin, that would be the best. If you can't, then we'll take back the military power and kill him..."

Before Zhao Wumian finished speaking, Empress Canghua raised her hand to interrupt him, "Take back the military power? Are you kidding? How can you just take back an army of 200,000?"

"Excuse me, sir, but is this Zhao Wumian?"

At this moment, someone flew over and asked.

Zhao Wumian looked at the man and confirmed that he did not know him. However, he saw a sign of Prince Jin's Mansion hanging on his waist, so he nodded slightly and said, "It's me. Did your prince leave something for me?"

The man presented a brocade box with both hands, and said with a straight face and expressionless face: "The prince entrusted me with the Qilin Talisman of Jin. This is half of it. The other half is somewhere else. Only the prince knows about it. At the same time, the prince has sent a message to the generals in various places. As long as you rescue the prince and get back the other half of the Qilin Talisman, the troops in Jin and Xiliang will obey your orders."

Empress Canghua blinked and looked at Zhao Wumian with a little surprise.

Zhao Wumian had guessed it long ago and was not surprised.

He did not raise his hand to take the brocade box, but said:

"The King of Jin gave me the military power. On the one hand, he wanted to use my power to kill Luo Shuzhi. On the other hand, most of the Jin army still couldn't believe that he would collude with the Rong people. His death this time proved his innocence and saved the army's morale. Most of the Jin army would not recognize me, but they would definitely recognize the King of Jin's son... Only if I keep the son safe and send troops to the capital to kill the prince, will they truly obey my orders, right?"

Ever since Zhao Wumian stood in front of two thousand cavalrymen for the people of Hequ, King Jin had already believed in Zhao Wumian's character. This was one of the fundamental reasons why he decided to hand over the military power to him... But even though he believed in him, King Jin would not just ignore everything in a moment of impulsiveness.

He had no regrets in dying for his country this time. His only two obsessions were to kill Luo Shuzhi and let Luo Changshou live a peaceful and stable life.

He didn't need to make much preparation to kill Luo Shuzhi, Zhao Wumian would do it himself, but he had to consider Luo Changshou.

This is why Zhao Wumian was only given half of the Qilin Talisman.

However, relying solely on external objects such as the Qilin Talisman is not enough to mobilize a large army... Whether or not you can win the hearts of the army depends on actual actions.

That is to say, killing the prince and killing the Rong people... Currently, Luo Chaoyan is leading the remaining troops to resist the Rong people, so the task of killing the prince will fall on Zhao Wumian.

Seeing that Zhao Wumian had guessed Prince Jin's little thoughts correctly, the retainer knelt on his knees, kowtowed, held up the brocade box in both hands, and spoke in an earnest voice.

"The prince and you had an old grudge, which we all know, but the prince is dead. I hope you can avenge the prince and the tens of thousands of civilians and soldiers in Piantou Pass. The prince is sick and does not know martial arts or military strategies. I only ask that after the princess ascends the throne, she will let the prince live."

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and took out the half of the Qilin Talisman. His eyes were slightly complicated. It was this thing that caused all the trouble.

Now, the military power is back in his hands.

"In order to reduce the power of the princes, Luo Shuzhi did not hesitate to make such a grand plan. When you have a large army and Luo Chaoyan ascends the throne, will you repeat the same mistake?" Empress Canghua said with her arms folded and a smile on her face.

“Stop trying to sow discord.” Zhao Wumian put away the Qilin Talisman, and the retainer bowed to him and flew away.

Lady Canghua curled her lips, thinking it was boring, and flew away as well.

"Chen Qiyuan, old man Guiyi is fighting with Wudamu. I will go there to take a look. If we can take this opportunity to kill both Wudamu and old man Guiyi, then our cooperation goal will be largely achieved. If you are not a martial arts champion, you cannot interfere. Remember, do not get close to the palace."

Empress Canghua did not give Zhao Wumian a chance to answer. She disappeared before she finished her words, obviously also extremely worried.

Snow was falling and the streets were deserted. Zhao Wumian led his horse forward and could vaguely hear words coming from inside the house, such as "I knew that the prince would not collude with the Rong people."

Zhao Wumian has already obtained half of the Qilin Talisman. All he needs to do next is to get the other half. Then his affairs in Jin will be almost done, and he can enter the capital.

But since we are going into the city to kill people, we will not return empty-handed.

He led the horse and walked straight ahead. After walking about a hundred steps, he arrived at a tavern.

This tavern is closest to the city gate.

Zhao Wumian tied the horse to a pillar, opened the curtain, and walked into the tavern.

Inside the tavern, the wall that had been broken by Zhao Wumian had been repaired. There were still three or four wooden tables in the tavern, with a stove in the middle and several large wine jars piled up in the corners.

An old man was wiping the table and cabinet with a rag.

Hearing the footsteps, the old man turned around and looked Zhao Wumian up and down. Then, a look of surprise appeared on his face, "Young Master, are you the one who stole the horse... Zhao Wumian?"

Zhao Wumian smiled slightly and did not deny it. He hung Wuhendao diagonally on his waist and sat down at the table. "Bring me a pot of good wine. Now I don't want to wait for horses... for people."

Hearing this, the old shopkeeper looked at Zhao Wumian deeply, and then smiled, "A month has passed, and you have tried every means to rob horses and leave the city, and now you have come back on your own initiative. Is there a story behind this?"

"It's just murder. There are hundreds or thousands of stories in the martial arts world that cannot be separated from these two words."

The old shopkeeper chuckled and said nothing more. He just pulled back the wine cloth, scooped out a pot of good wine, prepared a few side dishes, and placed them in front of Zhao Wumian.

The snow outside the tavern was occasionally mixed with a few sparks coming from the palace, and muffled sounds could be heard from time to time in the distance, which showed how brutal the battle inside the palace was.

Outside the house, the earth is shaking, while inside the house, it is relaxing and comfortable.

Zhao Wumian picked up the wine jug and poured himself a glass of wine. While sipping it, he looked out the window at the outside of the tavern.

Not long after, the sound of horse hooves was heard at the city gate. When they looked over, they saw a man in a black robe, covered in blood, riding a tall horse hurriedly into the city. Behind the man in the black robe was a young man who was also covered in blood.

The ghost leader Liu Yuezhi and the prince of Jin, Luo Changshou.

Zhao Wumian held the wine bowl and narrowed his eyes slightly. He was not wrong. Luo Shuzhi really wanted to behead Luo Changshou in public, and Liu Yuezhi really robbed the execution ground.

However, the execution ground was obviously not that easy to rob. The injuries on Liu Yuezhi's body were no less serious than those Zhao Wumian suffered when he rushed out of the palace.

But Liu Yuezhi didn't have Zhao Wumian's Miss Shen and the Detective Department to protect him. He came all the way in a hurry and had no time to rest, so his injuries worsened...

Liu Yuezhi is about to die.

Zhao Wumian saw this clearly.

Liu Yuezhi was seriously injured and extremely weak, but he still looked around with sharp eyes and was extremely alert.

He first saw the horse tied outside the tavern, and then through the window of the tavern, he saw Zhao Wumian sitting in front of the window. Liu Yuezhi was stunned for a moment, and then he pulled the reins, and the horse under his crotch raised its hooves and stopped in front of the tavern.

Luo Changshou was seriously injured and is still in a coma.

Liu Yuezhi dismounted, carried Luo Changshou on his back and walked into the tavern, leaving a trail of bloody footprints on the snow.

Liu Yuezhi opened the curtain and stepped into the tavern. He looked at Zhao Wumian with an inexplicable look in his eyes, which contained some unknown emotion, and then turned into a smile.
"I never thought that I would meet you here again."

Zhao Wumian guessed that Liu Yuezhi would rob the execution ground, but he did not expect that the two of them would enter the city at the same time. He smiled.
"It's fate, it's worth a drink."

Liu Yuezhi, covered in scars, sat down opposite Zhao Wumian.

The old shopkeeper was frightened and turned pale. He took Luo Changshou and sniffed his breath to make sure that Luo Changshou's life was not in danger. Then he looked at the two people sitting in the old seats. The expression on his face kept changing, and finally turned into a sentence that sounded both emotional and helpless.

"Oh, Jianghu..."

Gululu————

Zhao Wumian picked up the wine jug and the wine fell into the bowl with a crisp sound.

He poured a glass of wine for Liu Yuezhi himself, pushed it in front of him, and then took out half of the Qilin Talisman from his arms and slapped it on the table, "Drink this glass of wine, and then go on your way. I will protect Luo Changshou's life."

Liu Yuezhi looked at the Qilin talisman on the table, then turned his head to look in the direction of the palace.

He was not stupid, and this little information was enough for him to simply deduce the whole story.

He turned around and looked at the wine bowl that Zhao Wumian pushed towards him.

There was a small pool of blood beneath him.

There were footsteps outside the tavern.

The curtain was lifted, and the cold wind and snow rushed into the room through the gaps in the curtain. Looking away, the old Taoist priest Guishou walked into the tavern with a long sword on his waist.

He looked at Zhao Wumian with a calm expression, his eyes fell on the Qilin Talisman on the table, he was slightly stunned, and then a very cold murderous aura surged through his body. Then he looked at Liu Yuezhi who was covered in blood, and after a moment of silence, he folded his arms and stood in front of the door curtain.

He neither spoke nor took any direct action.

After deducing the whole story, Liu Yuezhi seemed to have let go of his obsession and relaxed his mind. Even though he was weak, with his strength, he didn't even notice that there was another person in the tavern.

Zhao Wumian glanced at the Taoist Gui Shou, and when he saw that he did not take any action, he turned his gaze back to Liu Yuezhi.

The blood slid down Liu Yuezhi's face to his chin and dripped onto the table.

Snap. Snap.

His eyes were a little dazed, yet also filled with a hint of nostalgia, as if he was recalling his past life.

After a moment, Liu Yuezhi came back to his senses, raised his head and looked at Zhao Wumian's face, and smiled, "At the beginning, I poured wine for you, but you didn't want to drink it very much. Now a month has passed, and it's your turn to pour wine for me in the old place... things change."

Zhao Wumian gently shook the wine bowl, and the wine in the bowl reflected the dim lights in the tavern, as well as Zhao Wumian's face.

His eyes were a little dazed, and he had not expected that Liu Yuezhi, whom he once regarded as a great enemy, would die in this way... It would be difficult for a dignified ghost leader to stay safe when he was involved in such a political whirlpool.

He whispered, "Let's share our eternal sorrow."

"Huh?" Liu Yuezhi looked at him puzzled.

"A horse with five colors and a fur coat worth thousands of gold. I'll call my son to go out and exchange it for good wine, so that we can share our eternal sorrows together..." This is a complete sentence.

Liu Yuezhi was slightly stunned, and then he laughed happily. Halfway through his laugh, he coughed a few times, but laughed loudly and said, "Good poem, but did you write it?"

"Copied."

"Who wrote that?"

"died."

"Then I can still ask one question when I go to the underworld..." Liu Yuezhi picked up the wine glass and drank it down heroically.

After drinking a bowl of wine, Liu Yuezhi looked a little better. He looked at the rough wooden table and after a moment, he whispered:

"Before I was twenty, I was just a hooligan, a street vagrant, dreaming of making a name for myself in the martial arts world. Later, someone broke my legs and left me in the snow to die. It was the prince who saved me, gave me martial arts secrets, and provided me with food, clothing, and daily necessities."

Zhao Wumian had heard the tavern owner talk about Liu Yuezhi's past, but he took a sip of wine and did not interrupt.

Liu Yuezhi continued to talk to himself: "Later, I followed the prince to do things, but my heart still yearned for the martial arts world... The martial arts world is so wonderful, free and easy, unrestrained and happy, swords wielding, singing and drinking. Later, as a guest of the prince, I ran around in Jin and Xiliang, did a lot of things to punish evil and promote good, and also did a lot of things against my conscience..."

"Before you die, you have already done your duty to your prince by rescuing Luo Changshou."

"Yes, I deserve it..." Liu Yuezhi's tone was a little confused, "But am I worthy of myself? Do you know that I have lived for more than 40 years in vain, and there are still large parts of the world that I have not seen? Miaojiang, Jiangnan, Jiangbei, Chudi, Sichuan, Yanyun... I have never been to the mountains, rivers, lakes, and rivers and lakes in these places."

"I haven't been there either." Zhao Wumian sighed lightly.

Liu Yuezhi forced a smile, "Your Highness saved my life, so I will use my life for your benefit. I have saved His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and from now on, I only have one question left."

"Ok?"

"First, I have never been to a beautiful country in my life. Second, I am on business outside, so I am a prince and a member of the court..." Liu Yuezhi stroked the wine bowl, "Have I entered the martial arts world? Have I fulfilled my childhood wish?"

Zhao Wumian did not answer, but picked up the wine jug and filled Liu Yuezhi's last bowl of wine. Then he picked up his own wine bowl, raised it to Liu Yuezhi, and drank it all in one gulp.

Liu Yuezhi looked at him, finally smiled carefreely, picked up his own wine bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking this bowl of wine, Liu Yuezhi looked at the half piece of Qilin Talisman on the table, not knowing what he was thinking. After a moment, he slowly fell down, his head hit the table, and the wine bowl in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

The broken pieces of the wine bowl were scattered in the pool of blood that Liu Yuezhi had dripped onto the ground.

Liu Yuezhi was injured too badly and should have died long ago, but he was still hanging on because he wanted to escort Luo Changshou to the hands of Prince Jin.

Now that Prince Jin was dead and Zhao Wumian had acted as a guarantor, his tense nerves relaxed and the anger he had been holding on to finally dissipated.

Zhao Wumian stared at Liu Yuezhi's corpse in silence for a long time, then put down the wine bowl, put away half of the Qilin Talisman, slowly stood up, put his right hand back, pressed the handle of the horizontal sword, looked at Gui Shou Zhenren standing in front of the door, and said lightly:
"Many people shouldn't have died, but they all died. So it doesn't matter if a few more people die... For example, you, and the person sitting on the dragon throne now."

Zhenren Guishou looked at Liu Yuezhi's back with a slightly complicated look. He had also heard of Guikui's name. In terms of strength, he and Liu Yuezhi were only evenly matched. However, such a hero in the martial arts world died in such a little-known tavern.

As we are all in the same world, it is inevitable that we have some emotions.

But now that we are in the game, there is no reason to turn back.

Gui Shou Zhenren glanced at the unconscious Luo Changshou, and then said: "The prince's goal has been achieved. Whether the prince of Jin is dead or alive now is insignificant to the overall situation."

After that, Master Guishou opened the curtain and walked out, saying, "If you want to fight here again, he won't survive."

Zhao Wumian smiled coldly and followed him out of the tavern.

The old shopkeeper looked at Liu Yuezhi's corpse, thousands of words coming to his mind, but in the end, they could only turn into a faint sigh.

Outside the tavern, heavy snow was falling, and the fire in the palace was still burning and rumbling.

The two came to the long street outside the tavern, where heavy snow was falling.

Gui Shou Zhenren drew his sword and said calmly, "You have obtained the Qilin Talisman, which means that the King of Jin has handed over the military power to you... The Crown Prince's plan was to reduce the power of the vassal states and to test Wudamu. Originally, this plan was completed, but the King of Jin died to save the situation... Now, if you don't die, the Crown Prince's plan can only be a 'test of Wudamu'."

"Do you still remember Xiao Xitian's true nature?" Zhao Wumian suddenly asked inexplicably.

Gui Shou Zhenren raised his eyebrows slightly, "The prince asked me to perform a play just to get the real pearl relic treasure tower..."

He paused for a moment, then said coldly: "If it weren't for you, the Pearl Relics and Treasure Tower would have been in the palace long ago."

After the words were spoken, the two fell silent, with the snow curtain separating them.

There is nothing much to say about the princelings at Wugongshan Station.

If Zhao Wumian wants to kill him, he also wants to kill Zhao Wumian. It has nothing to do with personal grudges, it's just a matter of stance.

The atmosphere between the two men was tense and tense, and the cold murderous intent even startled the two horses at the door of the tavern, causing them to twist their bodies uneasily and tap their hooves on the ground.

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At this moment, Master Gui Shou attacked boldly. He turned the sword in his hand lightly, and the snowflakes around the sword swirled along the sword, like pure white floral silk dancing with the sword. The sword was gentle, but the floor tiles under his feet suddenly exploded, and in the blink of an eye, the sword was at Zhao Wumian's throat.

The sword had not arrived yet, but the snowflakes around the sword were already blowing in front of Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian suddenly drew his sword from its sheath and placed it across the long sword of Gui Shou Zhenren, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

Master Gui Shou was just trying to use softness to overcome hardness and take the sword from Zhao Wumian using the old method. Back then in Qinfeng Village, he relied on this unique skill to fight against Yu Murier and Zhao Wumian without losing to them.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a sticky sensation coming from the sword in his hand. It turned out to be the meaning of Tai Chi! ?
When did Zhao Wumian learn the Tai Chi method of Wugong Mountain! ?
Although this Tai Chi technique cannot be called exquisite, it is already at the master level.

In the experience that the spear master Chen Qiyuan gave to Zhao Wumian, he specifically mentioned the countermeasures against Wugong Mountain Tai Chi.

No martial arts can be perfect, there must be weaknesses, but everyone's martial arts are different, so the weaknesses are also different.

The flaws still need to be discovered in actual combat.

If you don't know the weak point, then the only way to deal with Tai Chi is to break it with force and use the Tai Chi intention.

These days, Zhao Wumian has used the red silk of Naraku to materialize Guishou Zhenren, and in a scene that is infinitely close to reality, he has been constantly fighting against him in his mind and trying out new moves.

But after all, he didn't know much about Guishou Zhenren. The 'Guishou Zhenren' deduced by Naraku Hongsi's martial arts style was also different from that of the real person.

So the flaw has not been found yet, but he has learned a lot about Tai Chi in actual combat.

Master Gui Shou had no time to think about it. After all, he had practiced Taoism for so many years, and his Tai Chi was much more advanced than Zhao Wumian, who had just started practicing Taoism. He spun the sword in his hand lightly, and although he could not take away the sword, he could still block it.

After blocking the horizontal sword with one sword, Master Gui Shou's eyes narrowed slightly, and the speed of the sword in his hand suddenly increased. He no longer used "softness to overcome hardness", but instead used a very strong and fast sword technique, aiming at the three vital points of Zhao Wumian's forehead, throat, and heart.

Ding ding ding——————

Zhao Wumian turned his wrist, and several sparks appeared in the snow. He moved backwards, leaving one cracked footprint after another on the floor tiles.

Every time the horizontal sword and the long sword came into contact, there was a loud bang, and the snow curtain around the weapons suddenly spread out in all directions, leaving behind one hole and a chain of snow mist after another, which showed the great power contained in the weapons of the two.

While Zhao Wumian was fighting with Guishou Taoist, a white shadow heard the sound of fighting. After a moment's pause, it flew up and leaped over the eaves and corridors of Taiyuan city at an extremely fast speed, rushing towards this place.

He was wearing a fox fur coat, a white sword at his waist, his black hair was tied up, and he was holding a snow-white spear.

(End of this chapter)