Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 77 Taixuan Palace, Wanyuexian

The house was now filled with the lingering smell of blood. Kang Guangyuan, the most powerful person on the scene, was killed in a single blow by the man in brocade robe. Wang Shan'an fell to the ground seriously injured, and the rest of the martial artists suffered countless casualties. Most of them were not as strong as these three, so even if they went on the field, they would be mowed down.

As a result, they were all terrified and hesitated for a long time without daring to make another move. But they were even more afraid to run away, for fear that they would make some noise and attract Zhao Wumian's attention and be killed on the spot. They could only stare at Zhao Wumian in horror, hoping that this god of death would speak and give them another chance to go down the mountain.

Taoist Ling Xu, who was sitting in the main seat, saw Zhao Wumian's sword move and was horrified. "From the Sword Skills Chapter of the Five Qi Classic, Clouds Leaning on the Tower, Clouds Disappear and Mists Dissipate... Are you Iron Rakshasa!?"

Zhao Wumian didn't take it seriously when he was recognized for his martial arts. He killed the last trash who rushed forward with one sword, then took another step and swung his sword like a swimming dragon towards Taoist Lingxu.

Seeing Zhao Wumian coming at him without saying a word, Taoist Ling Xu narrowed his cloudy eyes slightly. He kept cursing in his heart, but his skills were not slow at all. He flicked his fingers lightly, and a black shadow flew out from the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe and rushed to the center of Zhao Wumian's eyebrows in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Wumian tilted his head slightly, and a black shadow passed by his ear. Then, Taoist Lingxu hooked his finger, and a faint silk thread suddenly tightened. With a slight "hum" sound, the silk thread was like a sharp sword and slashed towards Zhao Wumian's cheek at a very close distance.

Chu Changdong, who was outside the door, felt his heart tighten, and said in astonishment, "Louguan Silk Hand of Huanzhen Pavilion!? Taoist Lingxu also knows this move?"

Zhao Wumian didn't know what kind of martial arts Taoist Ling Xu used, but the chill coming from his face was so chilling that he had no doubt that the thread could easily split his head in two. It was obviously a rare treasure.

The silk thread was too close, Zhao Wumian quickly turned his head and let the silk thread draw a bloody mark on his face. At the same time, he lowered his body, and the next moment the silk thread passed through the top of his hat. He could even hear a slight "buzzing" sound as the silk thread passed by his ears.

Taoist Ling Xu was slightly startled, but the hand hidden in his sleeve reacted just as quickly. He pulled back suddenly, and the black shadow came towards him again, but it hit Zhao Wumian directly at his feet. With a "click", a deep purple poisonous mist instantly enveloped Zhao Wumian. It was obvious that the black shadow was actually a porcelain bottle filled with poison.

At the moment the porcelain bottle exploded, Taoist Lingxu suddenly slapped the armchair under him and rushed upwards in an instant, completely ignoring whether the many guests who had been chatting and laughing with him before would be affected by the poisonous fog.

As the saying goes, "It is better to die than to let my fellow Taoist die." Taoist Lingxu is worthy of his nickname.

It all happened so fast that everyone present only saw Zhao Wumian suddenly tilt his head for some reason, and then a purple mist suddenly emerged from under him. Before they could react, the mist covered the entire house at an extremely fast speed.

After inhaling a little, their faces changed and they suddenly started rolling on the ground, screaming and scratching their skin with their fingers. The force was so great that even the thick winter clothes were torn into pieces, and bloodstains were visible on the skin.

This poison was obtained by Taoist Lingxu from a friend in Guixuan Valley.

There is no need to say much about Guixuan Valley. As long as the elixir or poison is named after Guixuan Valley, it is a rare and fine product in the world.

The characteristic of this poison is that it will penetrate into the flesh, causing the victim to suffer unbearable itching and pain, and it dissipates very quickly. It is not fatal, but it is much more useful in delaying the patient than something like lime powder.

Taoist Ling Xu blasted a big hole in the ceiling of the house with his palm and flew out. Hearing the screams behind him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. At this distance, Zhao Wumian could not avoid the poison. Even if he held his breath in advance, the poison could still reach his skin through the gaps in his clothes. As long as he got a little bit of it...

Before Taoist Ling Xu could finish his thoughts, there was a sharp sound of breaking wind behind him. A chill that penetrated deep into his bones arose in his heart. Without even turning around, he turned slightly in the air as an instinctive reaction from decades of fighting in the martial arts world.

The next moment, a silver-white long knife pierced through his shoulder... If he had reacted a little slower, the knife would have pierced his heart.

Looking back out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the man in the straw raincoat was holding a knife in one hand and had already approached him from behind without him noticing.

There was still a little purple mist on the folds of the straw raincoat man's robe. Looking back, one could see a line made up of purple mist, with the straw raincoat man as the source, and connecting to a hole in the center of the purple mist in the house.

It seemed that the man in the straw raincoat was not affected by the poison at all. He stomped the ground hard and soared into the sky.

Taoist Lingxu didn't have time to figure out why the man in the straw raincoat was not affected by the poison, so he slapped him with his backhand.

At this distance, Zhao Wumian had no way of avoiding it and could only face off against Taoist Ling Xu head-on.

But Pei Yuzhong's battle with Tu Ziling was still vivid in his mind. In order to prevent Taoist Ling Xu from using the "Tai Chi Cloud Hand" to force him back, Zhao Wumian grabbed his wrist with his free hand and slashed with his long sword at the same time.

puff-

boom--

Kunwu slashed vertically and directly broke one of Taoist Lingxu's arms. Blood flew into the sky and almost merged with the setting sun. The other hand of Taoist Lingxu was clamped by Zhao Wumian. As the saying goes, young people are better at fighting. Taoist Lingxu was already in his eighties. How could he compare with Zhao Wumian in terms of strength alone?

Taoist Ling Xu wanted to turn his wrist slightly and use the Sword Sect's "Dragon Capturing Finger" to pierce Zhao Wumian's wrist, but his arm was broken and he felt a sharp pain, which almost made him go into shock. What's the point of using the "Dragon Capturing Finger"... It seems that he has grown old and has not fought with others like this for a while.

Then the two of them flew out from the hole in the ceiling of the house, but above the house stood a man in a black robe holding a spear.

It was Ye Wancang, the Northern Spear who had also stayed in Xiaoxitian for three months.

Taoist Lingxu immediately shouted: "This man wants to take our lives for no reason...Brother Ye, save me!"

Ye Wancang went forward to see what was happening when he heard the fighting sounds coming from the house. He saw at a glance that Taoist Lingxu had one hand chopped off by Zhao Wumian, who was of unknown origin. He immediately shook his spear lightly, and the wax shaft of the spear trembled slightly, making a very crisp explosion. He then stomped his foot heavily, and the roof of the house exploded instantly. His spear moved like thunder, and he rushed towards Zhao Wumian like a black shadow.

I think one of them is the roommate who I have lived with for three months, and the other is an uninvited guest who covers himself tightly. It is obvious who I am helping.

Zhao Wumian looked at him coldly and did not make a move. However, he saw a sword light behind him rising straight into the sky. A white shadow passed by Zhao Wumian and rested on Ye Wancang's spear. It was Chu Changdong.

His eyes were dangerous, and he said coldly: "Two against one? It's fine that the famous Northern Spear is just living here, but now even the self-respect that a warrior should have is gone?"

Ye Wancang looked at Chu Changdong, then glanced at Zhao Wumian and Taoist Lingxu, his brows slightly frowned. He was not very familiar with the old Taoist priest. Judging from the situation, he must have been visited by his enemies.

He was silent for a moment, then put away his spear and shook his head slightly, "I don't care about revenge, but if you kill someone in Xiao Xitian, I will help Xiao Xitian catch the person when Master Dongxuan comes in person." Taoist Lingxu was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, but he didn't know much else, but he had learned a lot of martial arts. Although his only remaining wrist was tightly clamped by Zhao Wumian, it retracted and contracted like a loach and slipped directly out of Zhao Wumian's palm.

Then he waved his long sleeves and sprinkled lime powder at Zhao Wumian. Then he stomped his boots hard, retreated explosively, and flew directly down the mountain. He covered a distance of several feet in one takeoff and landing, and his speed was terrifyingly fast.

Luo Chaoyan, who was hiding outside the house, saw Zhao Wumian’s face covered with lime powder, and was so scared that his face turned pale.

But Zhao Wumian didn't care about the lime powder at all... This stuff only works when it touches the skin. He pushed his hat down to block most of it.

He looked at the Taoist Lingxu who was fleeing down the mountain with a calm expression. He sheathed his sword, but did not give up the pursuit. Instead, he drew out the White Frost Sword.

Even during the fight just now, he heard Taoist Ling Xu recognize his swordsmanship. With such good eyesight... could he also recognize which sect his "One Sword Style" came from?

The terrain of Wutai Peak is extremely steep, and if you are not careful, you will fall off the cliff and die.

But although Taoist Ling Xu's face was pale and his breath was weak, he moved swiftly between the trees as if he were walking on flat ground and was not affected by the steep terrain at all.

Although this fight came out of nowhere and he didn't even know why Zhao Wumian attacked them, but Zhao Wumian broke his arm and ruined his plans, so it was impossible for the old Taoist Ling Xu to swallow this humiliation, so Zhao Wumian would definitely pursue him relentlessly.

You can't expect Zhao Wumian to be kind enough to spare his life.

So if he can't escape, he will die.

Under such life-threatening pressure, Taoist Ling Xu was desperately squeezing out his limited body potential. He was already over eighty years old, and it was no exaggeration to describe him as a "crazy rabbit" when he was running.

But he was after all at the age where half of his body was buried in the ground. No matter how much his potential could be unleashed, his speed would be limited. Moreover, Zhao Wumian was too close to him just now. He had already smelled the traces of poison on Zhao Wumian's straw raincoat. Although the amount was not much, he still felt unbearable itching all over his body at this moment. He just wanted to stop and roll around on the spot to relieve the pain.

Under such heavy pressure and debuff, his control over his body was gradually weakening. Finally, when he stepped on a dead tree, he used too much force and the branch could not bear the weight and broke immediately, causing Ling Xu's figure to pause slightly.

At this moment, the sound of a sword suddenly rang out. It was obvious that Zhao Wumian had been waiting for an opportunity behind him.

Because of the poison in his body, Taoist Ling Xu's perception was greatly reduced. He didn't even know how far Zhao Wumian's sword was from him. He could only look back hastily. The next moment, the White Frost Sword pierced into his lower abdomen and nailed him directly to a tree, five inches into the wood.

The snow on the trees suddenly scattered backwards like a fan.

Taoist Lingxu was spitting blood and his vision was blurred. The man in the straw raincoat in front of him was holding a sword in one hand, still looking calm and composed.

Zhao Wumian asked in a low voice: "Do you recognize this sword?"

“Bai Shuang… was bought by Li Mo from Taiyuan… Are you the traitor from Huanzhen Pavilion who robbed Prince Jin Bi Bo?” Taoist Ling Xu was still confused when he was about to die.

Who is this man? Why do we need to kill him? Why does he know the sword skills of Iron Rakshasa? Is he Iron Rakshasa? But judging from the White Frost Sword, he should be a member of the Illusionary Pavilion...

Of course he couldn't guess that Zhao Wumian was extremely cautious about his identity in order to escort Luo Chaoyan to Beijing. How could Taoist Ling Xu guess his true identity based on just a few pieces of information?

Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly, "Swordsmanship, do you recognize it?"

When a man is about to die, his words are kind. Ling Xu narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not try to disgust Zhao Wumian at the last moment, but said truthfully:
"Taixuan Palace, Wanyuexian..."

Taixuan Palace... Zhao Wumian had never heard of this sect. He would ask Luo Chaoyan when he got back.

But his sword technique is called Wan Yue Xian? It sounds like a sword technique used by women.

However, it complements Miss Su's Yuehua Sword, and it sounds like they are a good match.

He nodded slightly, "Thank you."

After a pause, he continued, "If I spare your life, will you continue to put pressure on Xiao Xitian?"

Taoist Lingxu suddenly realized and said, "You just wanted to help Xiao Xitian... If I said no, would you spare my life?"

Zhao Wumian shook his head lightly.

"Do you know who spread the rumor?"

Taoist Lingxu shook his head and whispered, "I just added fuel to the fire."

Zhao Wumian said no more. He turned his wrist slightly, and with a flash of sword light, he stabbed the man in the throat with the sword, and then sheathed the sword cleanly and neatly.

The setting sun gradually fell below the mountain, and the blood-red glow was driven by the night to spread outward from the mountain.

It's night.

Zhao Wumian was worried about Luo Chaoyan, so he didn't stay long and left the place using his lightness skills.

(End of this chapter)