Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 184 Instant Kill
It was raining heavily in the early morning, and there was a little mist three or four inches above the floor tiles.

The soft sound of the spring rain was full of the grace and tenderness of spring, but it was broken by the loud noise of swords and spears being swung.

Huanzhen Pavilion and Qingliantian sent people to the capital to carry out important tasks, so they would not choose some mediocre people to die. Whether it was Yangshe Dong or the white-robed scholar, they were all masters rarely seen in the world. Even Meng Juncai could hurt Guan Yunshu by gathering a group of good fighters.

But it is impossible to say that everyone is at the level of Gui Shou Zhenren. The only one among the three who may be stronger than Gui Shou is Ning Zhongxia.

But Gui Shou is not some third-rate warrior who can be found everywhere. He is already known as the number one warrior under the martial arts champion. Ning Zhongxia was a top master before he went into seclusion, and his strength is not much different from Gui Shou. Now, he has been in seclusion beside the Nine Bells of the Huanzhen Pavilion for five years. It is impossible to say that his martial arts have not improved at all. Therefore, if the three of them join forces, they can probably be said to be able to kill anyone under the martial arts champion.

Yangshe Dong and the white-robed scholar wielded their swords and spears fiercely. The raindrops falling from the air were broken by the energy contained in the weapons before they even touched the weapons. In the blink of an eye, the swords and spears were at Guan Yunshu's body, blocking his retreat.

Guan Yunshu was still holding an umbrella, standing in the rain, as if he knew he was no match for his opponent and had given up... Everyone present knew that was impossible, but his next move still inevitably surprised them.

Seeing that the spear was only three steps away from Guan Yunshu, Guan Yunshu did not draw the long sword at his waist. Instead, he suddenly lowered the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to the side, blocking the spear and also blocking the sight of the white-robed scholar.

Crash---

The rain on the umbrella instantly splashed to the side, hitting the slightly stunned face of the white-robed scholar... He thought to himself, you are only concerned about blocking me, don't you care about Yangshedong's knife? That is a nine-ring scroll knife, and you are not good at strength, and you use a thin long sword...

But his mind was in a mess and he couldn't retract his attack. The long spear in his hand hit the oil-paper umbrella with a slight "bang" sound. The energy contained in the long spear was not as simple as just making a hole in the umbrella. The umbrella surface exploded instantly and the umbrella ribs turned into sawdust and flew around. Logically, this spear should have pierced the oil-paper umbrella without any hindrance and then made a hole in Guan Yunshu's body.

But the white-robed scholar was shocked to find that there was an extremely sticky force coming from the long spear in his hand, which actually pulled him to slightly twist the angle of the spear tip. Then there was a loud "clang" sound, and he felt a huge force coming from his hand, and he almost couldn't hold the long spear.

However, Yangshe Dong could see more clearly than the scholar in white robe. After the long spear pierced the umbrella, the umbrella handle was left behind. Then the umbrella handle was lightly swung on the spear pole, and the black long spear brushed past Guan Yunshu's face and suddenly hit the knife at the top of the scroll.

clang----

The two men's weapons suddenly collided beside Guan Yunshu's face, sparks flew, and a harsh friction sound was heard. At the point where the weapons intersected, the surrounding raindrops instantly exploded, forming a miniature water curtain that splashed on Guan Yunshu's cold face.

Needless to say, the umbrella handle is Guan Yunshu's personal weapon, specially made. Whenever Zhao Wumian saw her outside, she was always holding an umbrella. This is the reason... As a disciple of Xiao Xitian's Buddhist sect, she is an expert in using a stick. Even though this umbrella handle can only be regarded as a short stick, it's just... this method of traction is not Xiao Xitian's kung fu, it is the Tai Chi of Wugong Mountain.

Ning Zhongxia's eyes flashed with confusion. When did Guan Yunshu learn the secret of Wugong Mountain? Did he comprehend it on his own during actual combat? What kind of talent is this?

Not to mention talent, even his practical experience is also impeccable. He used the umbrella to block the white-robed scholar's sight, so that he couldn't see what Guan Yunshu did. He was caught off guard, which led to the long spear in his hand being pulled away... But since he used this tricky psychological tactic, it also indirectly proves that Guan Yunshu's Tai Chi skills are definitely not as good as Gui Shou Zhenren's.

Besides being astonished, he was filled with murderous intent to the extreme... If Guan Yunshu were allowed to gain experience for a few more years, he would really not be her opponent no matter what.

Choke————

On the rainy street, a flash of white light flashed for a moment, and the long sword at Guan Yunshu's waist was unsheathed. On her left and right were Yangshe Dong and the white-robed scholar. Therefore, her long boots lightly stepped on the ground, her plain skirt spun slightly, and her figure was like a butterfly flying through flowers, spinning in a circle, with an elegant posture, but the long sword contained deep murderous intent, drawing a circle of water line in the rain, slashing towards the necks of Yangshe Dong and the white-robed scholar.

The two men felt a chill in their hearts. Their weapons collided, and before the recoil force could spread throughout their bodies, the sword came at them. Its speed was too fast... But fighting in the martial arts world is like this. When masters fight, if a flaw is revealed, death will come.

However, the two men were not just any small fry after all. They had been on guard since they knew that Guan Yunshu's sword had not been unsheathed. As soon as the weapons touched, they dodged backwards without hesitation. At the same time, Ning Zhongxia saw the gap between Guan Yunshu's moves as an opportunity, so he drew his sword immediately to prevent Guan Yunshu from chasing them.

choke----

The dripping rain, the pale hands, the black knife, the red fire.

The sword was unsheathed, and a thin spark was produced between the blade and the scabbard. As soon as the spark appeared, before it could be extinguished by the raindrops, it lingered on the blade and suddenly broke through the rain curtain, like a red dragon rampaging on the street, attacking Guan Yunshu.

Wherever he passed, there was the sound of white mist. With just a few strokes of the knife, the street was filled with a layer of mist.

The Wushan Knife is originally a soft sword with the power of rain, but in the hands of Ning Zhongxia it is so powerful that one might guess that he has improved it by combining his own martial arts.

Guan Yunshu's expression remained unchanged. She knew she was surrounded and had never ignored Ning Zhongxia, so the current battle results were within her calculations.

The long sword in her hand did not seal the throats of Yangshe Dong and the white-robed scholar, so she turned around and used the force to sweep the long sword forward, just blocking Ning Zhongxia's sword.

From Guan Yunshu's perspective, it was as if a flash of scarlet suddenly appeared in the white mist, like a wild beast rushing towards her, revealing its terrifying bloodshot eyes.

clang------

The long sword and the horizontal knife collided, and sparks flew in the rain.

The floor tiles under Guan Yunshu's white boots exploded instantly, and her frail body took several steps backwards uncontrollably. The blood in her body surged, and a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes... She could hardly handle the power of this knife alone.

With just one sword, Guan Yunshu immediately had the answer in his heart... In terms of hard power, he is probably weaker than Ning Zhongxia now.

Ning Zhongxia's eyes were cold, and the weapons in his hands briefly crossed. Without waiting for Guan Yunshu to catch his breath, he chopped down again with the sword in his hand with the force of splitting Mount Hua. It was clearly raining at the moment, but the sparks wrapped around the sword not only did not go out, but became more and more intense.

Guan Yunshu retreated while raising his sword to parry.

Dang Dang Dang————

Every time the weapons collided, the sparks on the sword would surge more violently. After just five moves, the red flames actually took on a hint of green, making Guan Yunshu's sword seem as if it were in a furnace, with the blade turning red.

"This green flame... is transformed by internal energy from Mars... Ning Zhongxia has really made good use of these five years. I guess he has realized something from the glass lamp..." Guan Yunshu muttered to himself, his heart heavy. The force coming from the sword became increasingly difficult to handle.

The rain in Wushan is as majestic as a curtain. From the beginning, the move is continuous. One of its major characteristics is "retaining momentum". Every time the sword is chopped down, it accumulates power in the blade and turns into a more turbulent "rain curtain"... In other words, it is very good at fighting a protracted war, and the longer it drags on, the stronger it becomes.

There is no corresponding routine for how many times Wushan Yuyi can cut, it all depends on the basic skills of the warrior himself.

Ning Zhongxia could be chopped eleven times five years ago, but what about now?

Guan Yunshu was not clear.

But swordsmanship is just swordsmanship after all, as long as you don't take the hit head-on. Although the sword is wielded lightly and quickly, with basically no gap between each strike, with Guan Yunshu's strength, he can retreat with ease and then attack again, as long as he suffers a superficial wound.

But Guan Yunshu didn't intend to take shortcuts... No matter what, she was still a warrior and had a martial arts heart that would never admit defeat.

Guan Yunshu was trapped between heaven and man for a long time, and had some vague understanding several times, but he was unable to break through it.

She firmly believes that enlightenment can only be achieved between life and death.

When encountering a strong enemy, he would run away and hide behind his master, uncle, or even Zhao Wumian. Then when would he be able to enter the realm of heaven?

With her enemy in front of her, she just wanted to see where her enemy's limit was, and whether she could take his last blow that had accumulated to the extreme?

If you can break through between life and death and achieve unity between man and nature, then you can succeed.

If you can't... then die.

People in the underworld always hang their heads on their waistlines.

But the idea is good, actual combat does not allow Guan Yunshu to fight fairly.

Yangshe Dong and the white-robed scholar saw that Guan Yunshu was being suppressed by Ning Zhongxia and was at a disadvantage, so they wanted to surround him, but if they got close to him now, it would instead break the state of Wushan Rain... With their eyesight, they could see that Ning Zhongxia was fighting with his enemy at this moment, and his potential had been exerted to 120%. In the past, he could swing sixteen swords, but now, perhaps he could swing twenty.

Once the twentieth strike is made, his martial arts will surely reach a higher level.

The two wanted to let them fight fairly, which would also be beneficial to Ning Zhongxia's martial arts, but the three of them came to Beijing with a mission. Seeking revenge at this moment would be an act that disregards the overall situation. It is impossible for them to waste the advantage of numbers.

He wanted Ning Zhongxia to understand something, but he also wanted to end the battle quickly. It was a bit of a dilemma, so he decided to compromise... The white-robed scholar raised his hand and countless poison needles shot towards Guan Yunshu. Wherever the poison needles passed, the raindrops shattered instantly and scattered around. Quantity led to qualitative change. From the perspective of others, it was like a column of water suddenly appeared between Guan Yunshu and the white-robed scholar.

Guan Yunshu narrowed his almond-shaped eyes and had to do two things at once. With his other hand, still holding the umbrella handle, he immediately raised the stick and swept it across, blocking most of the poison needles. However, his forearm and side waist were still hit by a few poison needles... Fortunately, Xiao Xitian's internal strength was derived from the Pearl Relic Pagoda, and he had a good resistance to poison, so the poison did not immediately affect his combat effectiveness.

But when masters are fighting, how can one be distracted?
Ning Zhongxia sighed secretly, but this was not the time to act on impulse... If he could kill Guan Yunshu, he would do so, without any mistakes.

The pitch-black sword chopped down again. Guan Yunshu tried to block it hastily, but she misplaced her force and her sword broke in an instant with a crack.

This sword was given to her by Zhao Wumian. It had excellent texture and was considered a rare treasure, but it was dyed red by the green flame. The sword body was already extremely hot, and it was raining at the moment, so it became brittle... But there must be more than that. Ning Zhongxia comprehended the Colored Glaze Lamp, and then the Pavilion Master of Huanzhen Pavilion used it to help him improve his own skills, allowing his internal strength to faintly have some of the properties of the green flame.

This green flame is not something that ordinary weapons can withstand. Ning Zhongxia's black-sheathed sword must have been specially made.

The sword broke, and the horizontal sword was used to chop towards Guan Yunshu's face angrily.

Guan Yunshu tried to retract the umbrella handle in her hand, but she didn't know if it was too late. At this moment, it was undoubtedly a life-and-death crisis.

Logically speaking, he should have some realization... But at this moment, Guan Yunshu's heart was in a trance. He didn't think about martial arts, but instead two thoughts came to his mind.

Firstly, this sword was given to her by Zhao Wumian, but now it was chopped into pieces by Ning Zhongxia... She felt so uncomfortable and sad.

The second reason is that I find it a bit funny. Su Qingqi’s sword was also cut off by Ye Wancang. That sword was also given to her by Zhao Wumian. I wonder what she was thinking at that time?
I'm not sure, but I guess no one has the leisure time like me to think about this matter when facing life and death.

It’s strange. Why did he think of Zhao Wumian when he was between life and death?
Oh, yes, the sword he gave me is broken, so of course I have to think of him...

Guan Yunshu calmed his mind and focused on the present... He had not yet lost, so he could not think about anything else.

Ning Zhongxia has already chopped thirteen times, and he probably doesn't have many more chops left... He didn't have any sudden realization between life and death, so he probably didn't have enough pressure yet.

Then continue.

But at this moment, everyone's ears suddenly rang with the sound of a sword being unsheathed, shocking everyone present. Ning Zhongxia and Yang Shedong were the most famous. As swordsmen, they could tell the other's martial arts level just by the sound of the sword being unsheathed.

Shen House.

"Miss Guan must have discovered something... I'm going to provide support, do you want to come with me?" Zhao Wumian immediately opened the door, and then remembered something, looking slightly anxious as he looked towards Shen Xiangge.

Shen Xiangge shook her head. "Miss Shen, you can't be like you, carrying a knife and a sword and doing whatever you want... And if the opponent is Ning Zhongxia, then I am no match for him. If he recognizes me and shouts in public, 'Shen Xiangge, come and save me quickly', then it will be difficult to wash away this dirty water."

In fact, she wanted to maintain her image in Zhao Wumian's heart... With the strength she had shown so far, she was at best a third-rate master with good disguise skills, and she shouldn't have gone.

It would be fine if Zhao Wumian guessed that he might be a disciple of Canghua Tower, but he couldn't let him take off his identity as "Empress Canghua".

"You go first. I will notify the Detective Department and the servants of my Shen Mansion to follow you."

Zhao Wumian nodded, without saying anything more, and left the Shen Mansion with just a few words. Then he jumped onto the roof and followed Xue Xiao's instructions.

Although Xue Xiao didn't know where Yangshedong had gone, he could smell Guan Yunshu's sword and flew no slower.

The pedestrians on Cuimu Street were a little surprised to see a man rushing out of the Shen Mansion, jumping onto the roof of a house, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Is that a person? How come it's so fast?"

"I don't know. It disappeared in the blink of an eye. I must have seen it wrongly... This is Cuimu Street. Which reckless wuxia artist dares to fly around on the roof? Aren't you afraid of being caught by the guards as an assassin?"

A few seconds later, another servant of the Shen Mansion flew out, looking at Zhao Wumian, who had become a small black dot, with a surprised look on his face. He said in a surprised voice, "Hiss~ Isn't Wei Minghou's speed too fast?"

"Follow us, follow us. If we lose him, we won't be able to get through to the Majesty, not to mention the young lady."

The speed was too fast, and Zhao Wumian's fox fur was blown back, revealing the Wuhen Sword slung across his waist. In order to be on guard against someone suddenly attacking him, he kept his hand on the hilt of the sword, his eyes slightly cold, and he glanced around coldly through the rain.

Zhao Wumian's lightness skill was actually a weak point, he had always used the Sword Sect's Lingxiao Feidu, and had never studied lightness skill carefully. But after achieving the unity of nature and man, his "values" in all aspects were no longer the same as before, so with a strong step, he could cross about 20 meters in the air without any support. Although he was not as good as a real lightness skill master, in the eyes of ordinary warriors, it was already an unattainable level.

After running wildly on the roof for a while, the scene before me became deserted and I walked into a quiet street.

Ding ding ding——————

Amid the sound of rain, the sound of swords clashing could be faintly heard coming from afar.

Zhao Wumian's heart sank, and he was a little annoyed... Is this a fight?! Guan Yunshu was ambushed again?
This nun was tricked twice in a row?
Is this still the Guan Yunshu he knew? Is she so stupid?

Last time, he was worried about someone assassinating him, which was understandable, but what about this time? What was the reason?
Without thinking too much, he jumped over a few rooftops and looked up to see the faint white mist inside the street. In the mist, sparks were flying and Guan Yunshu was fighting with a pale man.

On both sides of Guan Yunshu, there were two sneaky figures. One of them, a man in white robe, shot flying needles without martial ethics, causing Guan Yunshu to be distracted and parry, causing his sword to break and fall into danger. The pale man's black knife slashed at Guan Yunshu's face.

Zhao Wumian's face changed immediately, and he stomped his boots heavily on the eaves. His figure disappeared instantly. The eaves under his feet was blasted with a big hole by the reaction force. Broken bricks and tiles flew everywhere, revealing a family of four with horrified faces in the house.

Choke————

He was in mid-air, with his sword drawn from its sheath, and a flash of sword light suddenly appeared in the quiet streets.

Ning Zhongxia, Yangshedong and the man in white robe heard that the knife was extraordinary and looked up quickly.

The young man in green clothes and fox fur stepped on the eaves under his feet, smashed the rain curtain around him with his body, and rushed down, with raindrops flying and his sword in the air.

The knife was aimed at Ning Zhongxia. From his perspective, the green-shirted young man's snow-white fox fur flew backwards and connected with the clear sword in his hand just right, like a cold waning moon.

"court death--"

Zhao Wumian's voice was full of anger, and the sword in his hand suddenly swept across with a terrifying sound of breaking wind. Before the sword arrived, the raindrops caused by the swing of his forearm were like hidden weapons, hitting Ning Zhongxia's body suddenly.

"Wan Yue Xian!? Zhao Wumian——" Ning Zhongxia reacted, his face darkened immediately, and he immediately turned the fourteenth knife in his hand, trying to block Zhao Wumian's knife.

But beside him, there was Guan Yunshu.

Just now three people besieged Guan Yunshu, but now the situation has changed. Seeing that Ning Zhongxia dared to change his tactics, she immediately followed up with the umbrella handle in her hand and hit Ning Zhongxia hard on the back.

As soon as the stick hit, the momentum of the fourteen swords was immediately disrupted, and then there was a loud "clang" sound.

The Wuhen Knife chopped on the pitch-black horizontal knife, and the sleeves of Ning Zhongxia's arms burst instantly. Then his body flew backwards uncontrollably, smashing more than a dozen houses in a row, leaving a string of holes that stretched for several feet and were visible to the naked eye in the rain.

With one blow of his sword, Ning Zhongxia was chopped off. Zhao Wumian did not stop moving his hands at all. He stomped his boots on the floor tiles and appeared like a ghost in front of the man in white robe who had used the hidden weapon just now.

The man in white robe had a look of horror in his eyes. Seeing Ning Zhongxia disappear with one slash of his sword, he was so frightened that his scalp went numb. Without waiting for Zhao Wumian to make a move, he relied on his experience in the martial arts world and swept the long spear in his hand across his body.

The man in white robe was indeed a master following Ning Zhongxia. There was no problem with his every move. As soon as he swung his spear, it collided head-on with Zhao Wumian who appeared in front of him, as if Zhao Wumian had rushed forward to commit suicide.

But the reaction is correct, the hard power is poor.

A trace of deep surprise instantly appeared in the eyes of the white-robed man. He saw Zhao Wumian holding the knife in his backhand and placing it on the shaft of his spear. Sparks flew everywhere, but the spear could not advance an inch. Logically speaking, a weapon like a horizontal knife, which is similar to a long sword, is light and agile. It would be difficult to block the force of the spear no matter what. Not to mention knocking Zhao Wumian away, it should at least make him stagger.

But Zhao Wumian's muscles and strength are no longer comparable to those of ordinary warriors. After bursting out with all his strength, he can turn a master into a bloody mist with just one sword. This is evident.

Holding the long spear with one knife, Zhao Wumian suddenly stretched forward with his other hand. Without using any finger techniques such as Yunshu Finger, he directly pinched the neck of the man in white robe, and then pushed down with force, slamming him onto the bluestone floor tiles full of water.

boom!
Spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the bluestone floor tiles, and a depression appeared. The accumulated water on the ground was instantly shaken into the air.

The white-robed man's face turned red instantly, and he was about to spit out blood when he saw Zhao Wumian slap him to the ground. He then suddenly stood up, turned his head and looked coldly at Yangshe Dong. Then, without even turning his head back, he suddenly stepped back with his boots and hit the white-robed man on the head.

boom!
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, like a watermelon exploding. Countless scarlet blood mixed with white bones scattered upwards, and then fell down with the accumulated water on the ground. Soon, Zhao Wumian's boots penetrated the flesh and blood and stepped on the ground. The bluestone floor tiles shook violently again, and it sank several inches visibly with the naked eye.

Zhao Wumian was simply treating people like pigs. Yang Shedong, who was standing next to him, was so scared when he saw this. This opponent was simply not of the same level.

Only at this moment did he deeply realize how powerful Wei Ming Hou was, who was able to kill Luo Chaoyan and ascend to the throne with the knife in his hand.

Without hesitation, he wanted to throw away the hundred-pound Nine-Ring Scroll Sword in his hand and escape, but it was too late.

After Zhao Wumian crushed the white-robed man's head with one foot, he suddenly kicked the spear that fell to the ground.

The long spear shot out with a "whoosh" sound and hit Yangshedong's back in the blink of an eye.

Yangshe Dong sensed the danger and turned his head quickly, almost trying to catch the blade with his bare hands, he clamped his hands together and caught the tip of the spear. But at this moment, Zhao Wumian almost came here with the spear. Seeing that Yangshe Dong could catch the spear with his bare hands, he sneered and, without even drawing his sword, raised his hand and hit the tail of the spear with a cannon fist.

"My Lord, wait a minute! My master, the sword master Yangshe..."

boom----

Zhao Wumian punched the spear with all his strength. A muffled sound instantly erupted between the fist and the spear, and the energy dissipated to the surroundings. The walls on the street were actually cracked inch by inch, and cracks appeared.

With this force, the long spear instantly broke through the restraint of Yangshedong's palms and stabbed into his waist and abdomen with a "swish". Then Yangshedong's tall figure was lifted into the air with his legs, and was shot backwards by the long spear, smashing three houses in a row, and then was nailed to a wall.

"puff--"

Yangshedong spat out a mouthful of black blood, his eyes turned black, and then suddenly he heard the sound of a knife passing by his ears.

He looked up in panic, but the world was already spinning in his sight. In the last moment before he lost consciousness, the only thing he saw was a headless male corpse nailed to the wall, and the fox-fur man sheathing his knife neatly.

clang--

The sword was sheathed with a slight sound.

After dealing with the two bastards who were besieging Guan Yunshu, Zhao Wumian chased Ning Zhongxia with red eyes again, but at a closer look, he saw a ravine of dozens of feet long emerging between the houses, and at the end of the ravine, there was no sign of Ning Zhongxia.

Guan Yunshu was holding an umbrella handle and a broken blade, standing in the rain, looking at Zhao Wumian's back with a slightly surprised look, and then looked around.

After Ning Zhongxia made one move, he fled in a hurry.

The man in white robe collapsed to the ground, his head crushed by Zhao Wumian's foot.

Yangshedong's body was nailed to the wall, his head rolled several times on the ground, with a look of horror in his eyes.

She withdrew her gaze and looked back at the broken blade in her hand. She pursed her pink lips, and a complicated look appeared in her eyes.

In fact, she felt that she might have an epiphany when she was about to die after fighting Ning Zhongxia for a few more moves. Strictly speaking, Zhao Wumian's sudden appearance delayed her martial arts. After all, how could a woman of Jianghu stay behind Zhao Wumian and be protected by him? But having said that, was she an ungrateful woman?
Guan Yunshu put the broken blade back into the scabbard with a smile on her face... She now understood a little bit of what Su Qingqi felt at the time.

It felt weird. From the perspective of a warrior's pride, she didn't want to do this...but if it happened again, it wouldn't be bad, right?
She reached out and touched the string of Buddhist beads in her sleeve... Now, she had to return the beads to Zhao Wumian.

After all, it's a human relationship.

(End of this chapter)