Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 40 Fierce Battle 1
In the dark environment, there was a white figure wearing a veil, with a light and agile figure.

She was engaged in a fierce battle with a man who was covered in black energy.

The man's moves were strange and brutal, but he was beaten back step by step by the woman's powerful force.

Boom! The man in black was hit by her palm and was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

"The demonic people dared to interfere in the mortal world and slaughter mortals. They deserve to be killed!" The woman shouted angrily, her voice crisp and sharp.

The man in black clutched his chest and said sinisterly, "How are you, the so-called righteous ones, any better than us? You're just a bunch of hypocrites. These mortals are nothing more than your captive food. Yet you speak so righteously."

The woman snorted coldly, a hint of coldness flashing in her beautiful eyes, and said: "Nonsense! Anyone who is a demon must be killed."

Say it.

The two men fought again, with magic flying everywhere, swords and knives flashing, and the air seemed to be torn apart.

The woman formed seals with her hands, and suddenly, the surrounding spiritual energy gathered madly into a giant sword, slashing towards the man with endless sword pressure.

The man's face changed drastically, and black energy surged out, transforming into a huge devilish hand, heading towards the spirit sword.

"Boom!" The two collided, causing a huge explosion. The powerful impact force caused the surrounding land to crack.

Uh. With a muffled groan, the man was knocked dozens of meters away, but he used the force to turn around and flee.

How could the woman let him go so easily? She rushed after him. Just as she caught up with him, a smell of blood caught her attention. She saw a beautiful woman lying in front of her, and she was still breathing weakly.

She walked closer and took a look, and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Su Xin Lotus Body?!"

Then, the woman thought for a second, tapped her body a few times quickly, took out a fragrant pill, put it into her mouth, and finally picked her up, flashed, and took her away quickly.

the other side.

Under the heavy night sky, in the dark forest.

A narrow mountain path winds through the forest. On both sides of the road, branches and trees are stacked one after another. A gust of wind whistles past, making a strange rustling sound.

The sound of light footsteps echoed in the silence, and a damp smell filled the air, like the smell of rotting leaves, which made people feel nauseous.

suddenly.

In the darkness, the sound of metal clashing mixed with footsteps could be heard. Under the few rays of light, a large black crowd was revealed, slowly approaching them like zombies.

Jiang Yunshang's delicate body was trembling slightly, not sure if it was because she was nervous or a little cold.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Ye Beixuan held her shoulders even tighter, as if telling her not to be nervous.

"Yeah." Jiang Yunshang nodded obediently. Being hugged by his warm hands, she suddenly felt that there was no difficulty that could not be overcome.

Whoosh. A slight sound of fire was heard, and the sudden brightness caused everyone to be temporarily blinded.

The leader, dressed in tights and holding a steel knife, spoke in a powerful and polite voice, "Mr. Ye, I didn't expect that we would meet in this way."

"Yes! Mr. Sun, why don't you stay at home and sleep with your lovely wife instead of coming here to experience the martial arts world?" Ye Beixuan knew him. His name was Sun Weiming. He was one of the listeners of the storytelling in Hongxiu Pavilion before, and also a fan of Xiao Li Feidao.

Sun Weiming sneered, "Sir, I'll be frank. You're just a scholar, and I don't want to embarrass you. If you surrender, I can plead for you."

Ye Beixuan's expression was indifferent, he just smiled slightly, which was obviously a refusal.

Seeing Ye Beixuan unmoved, Sun Weiming continued, "Sir, you have great talent as a storyteller. I don't want the world to be without people like you who create interesting stories. Otherwise, the world will become very boring."

Then he used threats and inducements, saying, "These are all important figures in Bashan Town."

"They are all leaders of various gangs, and some are also Mr. Ye's loyal listeners. If you will just step aside, I promise to build you a storytelling hall that's even bigger than the Red Sleeve Pavilion. How do you think?"

Ye Beixuan suddenly raised his hand quickly, and a cold light flashed in the dark environment.

Then, Sun Weiming, who had been so passionate just moments before, suddenly froze in place. A spot of red appeared on his forehead, blood quickly trickling down the tip of his nose, and a look of astonishment crossed his face. Whoosh!
Ye Beixuan had a three-inch willow-leaf flying knife in his hand at some point, and as a drop of blood fell from the tip of the knife, Sun Weiming's body also fell to the ground with a bang.

Sun Weiming is dead.

There was silence in an instant, and the smell of blood quickly spread.

"Go together."

A loud shout broke the silent atmosphere and brought everyone back from their shock.

Suddenly, a large crowd of people rushed over like wild beasts, holding swords that flashed with cold light and rushing towards them without caring about their lives.

call out!
Several cold rays shot out at the same time, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Many people in front were mercilessly pierced by flying knives, and the dull sound of metal entering flesh was heard one after another. The crowd that had just been rushing to the front with great momentum fell down in rows like a wave of harvested crops.

Ye Beixuan frowned slightly and gently shook the flying knife in his hand. The blood that was still warm gradually lost its temperature in the night wind.

In an instant, the crowd that was noisy just now became silent.

Ye Beixuan held a few willow-leaf flying knives, which flashed a dazzling cold light in the firelight.

Everyone was holding their breath, gasping for air, their bodies shaking uncontrollably with fear.

"Everyone, I know that you are my audience, so as long as you step aside, I promise not to point the knife at you."

After saying that, Ye Beixuan supported Jiang Yunshang and walked slowly forward.

Suddenly, sword light flashed, and four cold rays attacked. They coordinated perfectly and attacked Ye Beixuan. The four famous swords they attacked were Fenghuaxueyue.

The four of them had just observed Ye Beixuan's flying knife skills. As long as the flying knife was used, they would surely die. However, if they attacked at close range and prevented his flying knife from being used, they could win.

Zheng.
【Listening to the Rain Sword Technique lv1(10%)】

An ordinary iron sword was unsheathed, and the sword moves were like fine drizzle, sweeping away the four swords in an instant.

"Wait for me." Ye Beixuan whispered in Jiang Yunshang's ear, and a figure flashed away like a ghost.

All they heard was a few swish sounds. After a few seconds, Ye Beixuan returned to Jiang Yunshang, holding the iron sword with blood dripping from the tip, and continued to support her, while the four famous swordsmen fell to the ground with their hands on their necks.

【Listening to the Rain Sword Technique lv1(80%)】

All the underground forces in Bashan Town were frightened by his strange moves, and no one dared to step forward.

"Get out of the way." Ye Beixuan's voice at this moment seemed to come from hell, carrying death and coldness, making everyone tremble involuntarily.

They involuntarily stepped back and made way.

Seeing that they didn't dare to move, Ye Beixuan supported Jiang Yunshang and continued to move forward, and soon disappeared from their sight.

"If you retreat like this, County Magistrate Hou and the people behind him will not let you live." A sudden voice broke the depressing atmosphere of everyone in the field.

"Even if you are alive now, you will still die when you go back. You might as well give it a try." The speaker was a little old man who seemed to have a high prestige. The faint light in his eyes showed that he was a master.

"Mr. Yu is right."

"Kill him and you'll get a fortune, a title of nobility, and a chancellorship."

"kill"

Everyone chased after them like crazy, as if they were the chosen ones and could step on the corpses of their companions to pick up their heads.

(End of this chapter)