I get stronger every day I live.

Chapter 21 Grandmaster
Lai Yang fought against four people alone, with swords flashing and sabers flying, relying on his strong defense and flexible speed to deal with the four people.

The sound of the sword roared like a violent storm, and smoke and sand flew everywhere, disturbing people's vision.

They originally wanted the four of them to quickly kill the person in front of them, and then kidnap Mo Ruyan so that they could threaten Prince Wu's Mansion in the future.

I never thought that the young man in front of me would be so difficult to deal with.

Ordinary swords and knives cannot hurt his flesh at all, and his speed is much faster than that of a great martial artist of the same level.

In less than ten breaths of fighting, an eighth-grade martial artist was easily killed by his sword.

One person fell down, and the faces of the remaining three changed in shock, while Lai Yang felt even more pressured.

As the saying goes, pick on the weak and squeeze the weak. A great martial artist may be difficult to kill, but can an eighth-grade martial artist still withstand his sword?
Lai Yang was extremely fast. With a flash, the sword in his hand emitted a winding cold light, and cut off the head of another masked martial artist. A large amount of blood sprayed and dyed the sky and the earth red.

Seeing this scene, the remaining two masked men were finally horrified. They knew that there was nothing they could do and retreated without hesitation.

Lai Yang had no time to chase them, and the carriage moved slowly along the official road through the woods.

However, before the carriage had traveled half a mile, another masked man in black blocked their way.

The man crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes to rest, but the aura around him was several times stronger than that of the previous seven people. He stood there like a huge mountain.

"If you want to live, go back." The masked man lowered his voice and opened his eagle-like eyes.

His eyes did not fall on Lai Yang, but on the driver next to him.

Obviously, he thought the coachman posed a greater threat than Lai Yang, a man of the seventh rank.

The driver glanced at the person blocking the road and said in a slightly hoarse and vicissitudes voice, "Those people went so far as to ask a great master to take action against the prince. Don't you think it's a bit underhanded for a great master to attack a little girl?"

The masked man in black wore an expression that remained unchanged, his eyes darkening slightly. "Once you're in the martial arts world, you have no control over your own actions. Besides, Yang Kuan, the mighty and powerful Death Swordsman, has now become a lackey of the Wu Palace, hasn't he?"

"It's just some empty reputation in the past. Now I am just a coachman driving horses."

The masked man in black didn't want to talk to him anymore and issued an ultimatum: "Go back. I don't want to repeat myself for the third time."

"The favors owed must be repaid eventually." Yang Kuan sighed slightly, handed the whip in his hand to Lai Yang, took out the knife hidden in the crack, and jumped off the carriage.

"You guys go ahead, I'll hold this guy back. I'll come after you take care of him."

Yang Kuan walked towards the masked man in black step by step. With each step, the aura on his body became stronger and more terrifying. Gradually, it surged out like a tide, making his robe rustle.

Ninth rank…Eighth rank…Seventh rank…

Finally, he stopped at the threshold of the sixth-grade grandmaster.

"I've long heard that Yang Kuan, the Death Hand, is invincible in his realm. A few years ago, he was attacked by three Grandmasters with the strength of a Half-Step Grandmaster. He killed one of them but escaped with a serious injury. Today, I want to see for myself whether your strength is really as strong as the rumors say."

After saying that, a surge of energy flowed around the masked man in black.

The outward release of energy is the sign that one has reached the master level.

"Master, I haven't killed in a long time." Yang Kuan's tone was calm and domineering, full of an air of "no one else can do it but me."

The next moment, a sharp blade light split the sky and the earth apart.

The masked man in black narrowed his eyes. The power contained in this knife was extremely terrifying. He was not even sure whether his body protection energy could block this knife.

Based on this move alone, he was basically certain that the rumor that Yang Kuan, the Deadly Hand, had killed the Grandmaster was probably true.

The masked man in black did not dare to resist head-on. He fought fiercely with Yang Kuan with the surge of internal energy in his body. The battlefield between the two men gradually became farther and farther away.

He also didn't want to be used as a knife to offend Lord Mo, so he blocked his way and attacked him because of human relations.

Fighting Yang Kuan and then letting go of the carriage Mo Ruyan and the others were riding in was also a matter of human nature. Unless one possesses invincible cultivation, one cannot avoid the grudges and human relationships of the Jianghu. Only in this way can one survive long.

The masked man in black is obviously a veteran and knows these principles well.

It was difficult for him to refuse the request of the person behind him, but he also couldn't afford to offend the powerful Prince Wu's Palace.

Even though he was a sixth-rank master, he would surely die if he faced the encirclement and pursuit of the elite silver-armored army of the Prince Wu's Palace.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when Yang Kuan led the masked black-clothed master away, Lai Yang waved his whip and quickly left the place.

The most important thing now is to send Mo Ruyan to the hands of the Silver Armor Army, so that they will be much safer.

There were great martial artists and grandmasters along the way, but Mo Ruyan was still a delicate princess with low martial arts skills. He was afraid that another grandmaster would jump out and block his way in the next second. He was not sure whether the sword in his hand could kill the martial arts grandmaster.

Fortunately, we blocked the pursuit of three groups of people and the rest of the journey was safe.

More than twenty silver-armored soldiers from Prince Wu's Palace were responsible for meeting Mo Ruyan's carriage ten miles outside the imperial city.

They noticed the sound of a fight not far away, and they rode fast horses to come along, emitting a terrible murderous aura that was intimidating.

The three of them successfully reunited with the Silver Armor Army. Mo Ruyan was nervous but pretended to be calm.

As the princess of Prince Wu's Mansion, she cannot show weakness in front of outsiders and ruin the reputation of Prince Wu's Mansion.

"I am Tan Qiyuan, a captain of the Silver Armor Army. I am here on the orders of the prince to meet the princess and safely escort her back to Northern Frontier City."

A leader of the Silver Armor Army stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and spoke in a deep voice with a hint of arrogance on his face.

"Thank you for your hard work, soldiers. I will leave it to you from now on." Mo Ruyan nodded and looked at the Silver Armor Army and said softly.

"Protecting the princess's safety is the responsibility of our Silver Armor Army. Princess, there is no need to be polite." Tan Qiyuan responded neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Uncle Yang Kuan is fighting a Grandmaster to protect me. Go and help him quickly."

Mo Ruyan did not forget that in order to let them leave safely, she took the risk alone to hold back the masked black-clothed master Yang Kuan, and immediately gave orders to the Silver-Armored Army.

"Yes, I obey."

Tan Qiyuan did not hesitate and was about to go to provide support.

Not far away, a figure wearing a bamboo hat approached quickly.

At this time, I saw that the other person's hat was missing a corner, his face was as sharp as a knife, he was wearing simple clothes and was inconspicuous. He was holding a scabbard in his hand. Who else could it be but Yang Kuan.

"I'm back." Yang Kuan walked up to the princess's carriage and spoke slowly.

"Uncle Yang Kuan, are you okay? Didn't that person hurt you?" Mo Ruyan looked concerned.

Yang Kuan shook his head slightly and explained, "This man is very cunning and clever. He pretended to fight me fiercely, but in fact he didn't use his full strength. After a few rounds, I cut him with my sword and he retreated. Otherwise, a true martial arts master is not so easy to deal with."

After hearing Yang Kuan's words, everyone suddenly understood.

The black-robed master had to take action due to the forces behind him, but he deliberately exposed his flaws to let them leave. He probably didn't want to get involved in the mess.

"In that case, delaying will lead to unexpected events. We will set off immediately."

"it is good."

　My head hurts. I was supposed to update in the afternoon, but I have a cold and a fever and feel uncomfortable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)