C208 It Was Complicated

The Great Song Yang Sword was trembling slightly. He would never give any opponent a chance to catch his breath. As long as the heavy sword was used, there would definitely be a bloody disaster.

Therefore, many people would choose to surrender under the Great Song Yang Sword. Some shameless people did not even need to greet them. Before the competition, they had already become cowards.

They had all heard of the name of the Great Song Yang Sword, but few had actually seen the imposing manner of the Great Song Yang Sword. At this time, the Great Song Yang Sword was still in the scabbard. Xue Qing's hand did not have the slightest intention of trembling, but this sword trembled slightly in the scabbard.

The sound of the blade hitting the scabbard made gurgling sounds, as if it was ready to move. It was a sword that killed people. Every time it killed someone, it would be so restless. It was like a living soul attached to the sword.

Xiao Nanfeng had also sensed the existence of this power. The sword was a very strange weapon to him. Since ancient times, many ancient divine weapons were famous for their swords. Therefore, the sword had always been covered with a mysterious veil.

Ever since Teacher Xu of the Warring States Kingdom had forged the ancient divine weapon, Mo Xie, the divine swords had been endless. Many swords had their own souls, so no one could doubt this.

A sword with a soul was like a horse with a soul; it knew to search for its true master. As for those who could not control them, these divine weapons would only bring them endless calamities.

Xiao Nanfeng understood this principle very well. That was why he always avoided those who could control a divine sword. No matter what kind of martial arts this person had, just by looking at how he could control a good sword, he was already an extraordinary figure.

Obviously, Xue Qing was an extraordinary figure in his eyes. But today, he couldn't dodge because this sword was going to take his life. Therefore, even if he was an extraordinary figure, he absolutely couldn't shrink his blade.

If he retreated, only death would await him. If he continued forward, he might even find a chance to survive. This was his only hope. His blade didn't have any spirituality. However, his saber was in the hands of an extraordinary person.

The knife in Xiao Nanfeng's hand would become extraordinary just like Xiao Nanfeng, even if it used to be a butcher knife used to cut pork on a chopping board.

Apart from Xue Qing, Zhao Xizhu of Emei also seemed to be unable to bear the loneliness. The blade in his hand was still in the sheath, but his pair of sharp eyes were staring at Xiao Nanfeng's throat.

That was a fatal look. A person who could make such a look was definitely not a simple person. At least, such a person was born with some killing intent.

This killing intent could never be imitated by others, because from the moment they were born, they had already carried it with them. It was likely that Zhao Xizhu's parents were all people of the martial arts world, and their killings were heavy.

"My sword never strikes casually. Once I strike, blood must be shed. Do you know this?" Xue Qing held his sword firmly, as if his entire body had become one with the Great Song Yang Sword in his hand.

Xiao Nanfeng nodded silently, but he didn't say a word. It was useless to say anything now. Since Murong Ke had ordered these people to kill him, they wouldn't stop until they killed Xiao Nanfeng.

Especially under the Great Song Yang Sword. Even if no one asked him to kill a person, once he attacked with his sword, he had to make his opponent bleed. Because the sword qi of the Great Song Yang Sword was raised with blood.

A sword that was raised with blood. Once it smelled blood, it would unconsciously tremble, showing its vitality. Therefore, Xiao Nanfeng did not need to say a single word. Any words at this moment would become so pale and powerless.

Xiao Nanfeng stared at the Great Song Yang Sword, but he didn't relax the force behind his back. Zhao Xizhu's blade had already been unsheathed. A biting cold light was like a shooting star in the sky, dazzling everyone.

This was indeed a good blade. The person who possessed this blade was definitely a blade master. If his guess was correct, Zhao Xizhu's father was the famous Head of the Emei Sect, Zhao Rumei, in the Martial Forest.

Zhao Rumei's blade technique could be considered one of the four great blade techniques in the world. Zhao Rumei herself had acquired the legacy of the previous Head of the Sect, Daoist Xuan Tian. She had practiced this blade technique to perfection.

As early as ten years ago. Before Xiao Nanfeng became famous, Zhao Rumei had retired from the martial world and became a figure like a wandering crane. However, the entire Emei Sect still followed his lead.

If one were to say that Zhao Rumei's son was this Zhao Xizhu. . . In that case, no one knew how deep Zhao Xizhu's blade technique was.

Xiao Nanfeng wiped the sweat off his forehead. This was the most dangerous battle he had ever encountered in his life. If he wasn't careful, he would definitely die on the spot. Therefore, Xiao Nanfeng didn't dare to relax. He didn't want to make a mistake even if the sweat flowed into his eyes.

However, right at this moment. . . At this moment, a sharp pain came from his dantian. His entire body seemed to have been burned by a raging flame, and his entire body turned red from top to bottom. The saber in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his entire body fell down.

Xiao Nanfeng kept rolling and rolling on the ground. This kind of torture was as if he had been tied to a barbeque rack and roasted by a raging fire. Faced with this sudden scene, the remaining few people didn't know what to do.

Zhao Xizhu sneered and said, "Looks like we don't have to go through a lot of trouble. This kid won't live long. How about it, Brother Xue? It's your turn. This head will be picked by you!"

Xue Qing seemed very calm, as if he had seen all of this. He let out a long breath and said, "Brother Zhao is still young. It is precisely the time to make a name for himself in the Jianghu. If I steal your limelight, won't I be criticized? Besides, under my Great Song Yang Sword, I will never kill someone who has no strength to fight back! "

Zhao Xizhu seemed to have long guessed that Xue Qing would say this. After listening to Xue Qing's words, he smiled and nodded. He cupped his fists and said," Then this head will be mine! "

As he spoke, Zhao Xifeng had already flown forward. He struck out with his long blade, sweeping up the fallen leaves. His clothes fluttered in the air, not stained by the dust. Such a good movement technique was truly rare and valuable in the Pugilistic World!

He really wanted to be famous. Initially, Murong Ke had invited the Sect Leader of the Emei Sect, Zhao Rumei. Initially, Zhao Rumei did not want to participate in these conflicts in the martial arts world and wanted to reject it. However, his son, Zhao Xizhu, was very interested in this matter.

This was because after the war in Gusu, there would be many famous heroes in the martial world, and Zhao Xizhu believed that he could become one of them! Zhao Xizhu had been living under his father's halo for a long time. He was tired of living such a life, so he longed to build his own career. No matter how small it was, it was all created by him.

It was not easy for a young master like him to have such thoughts. Zhao Rumei didn't express her opinion on the spot. Zhao Xizhu secretly contacted Murong Ke and volunteered to fight the Gusu.

Murong Ke was naturally very happy. It was naturally the best thing for the people from the eight big sects to come. Besides, although Zhao Xizhu had just come out of the martial world, his blade technique had already reached a certain level. He would definitely be a good helper in the battle of the Gusu.

Just as Zhao Xizhu's knife was about to fall, a cold star-seed hit him with a sound. It hit Zhao Xizhu's long knife, but Zhao Xizhu's knife only landed on Xiao Nanfeng's neck, sinking the knife deep into the dry soil on the ground.

Xiao Nanfeng was still struggling. Xue Qing could not bear to watch this scene, so he quietly turned his face away. At this time, a person slowly walked out from the darkness. He was also from one of the eight big sects, but he was very short, only as tall as Zhao Xizhu's shoulder.

Zhao Xizhu was not a tall man, and was a little shorter than an adult man. However, this person only reached Zhao Xizhu's shoulder. If it were those who did not know him, they would laugh on the spot.

However, no one present was laughing. They were not even surprised by this person's appearance. Of course, other than Zhao Xizhu. As a junior in his later years, Zhao Xizhu naturally didn't recognize this person. This person looked to be in his fifties, and his figure wasn't very well-proportioned. Despite his small stature, he had a tall and straight belly.

There was a smile on his face that no one could understand. At this moment, he was still smiling. Of course, Zhao Xizhu was also smiling. "Oh? You broke my knife? Are you going to save him? "

That person still had a smile on his face. He did not show any dissatisfaction towards this junior. "Good child, this person is full of treasures from head to toe! Wouldn't it be a waste to kill him just like that? Why not let uncle bring him back for research so that he can soak in a jar of good wine! "

Zhao Xizhu said with disdain," I've only heard of snakes, insects, rats, and ants that can be used to soak wine. I've never heard of people that can also be used to soak wine! You're clearly trying to save him! "

That person still smiled and said, "Good child, there are still many things you haven't heard of! But don't worry, when you live to my age, you will definitely be able to hear a lot of things. "

Zhao Xizhu slowly raised his knife. "What if I have to kill him today?" The smile on the man's face became even brighter. "Good boy. I know you want to be famous. But compared to his own life, is he famous? What's the use of that? "

Zhao Xizhu said coldly. "So, you want to kill me?" The man waved his hand and said, No. " I, this little old man, would not dare to make a move against the dignified Young Master of the Emei Sect. "

A proud expression emerged on Zhao Xizhu's face. "It's good that you know! Then I will take it today. . . " Before he could finish his words, he saw a cold beam of light shooting towards him from head to toe.

Although this cold beam of light was short-lived, it had transformed into dozens of silver needles in an instant. Each silver needle was aimed at different acupuncture points on Zhao Xizhu's body.

This move of the Goddess Scattering Flowers was really swift and fierce. Zhao Xizhu was not a vegetarian either. He turned around and waved his long saber. He heard Ding Ding Ding make dozens of sounds and these silver needles fell to the ground one by one.

Zhao Xizhu looked at the man arrogantly and said with a sneer: "Thousand Hand Maitreya is only so-so. This move of mine should be able to make some reputation in the Pugilistic World, right?" He thought that this move of his was very ingenious, enough to make his name known in both the Pugilistic World and the outside world. He actually laughed unconsciously.

His words were said to the few people around him, but no one answered him. He finally sensed that something was wrong. Although the dozens of silver needles were shot at different directions of his body, they were aimed at his head.

Right now, there was a silver needle stuck in his forehead. The Thousand Hand Maitreya had never failed in his attacks. This was also his usual style. As the sect head of the Kongtong Sect, he had long practiced the art of using concealed weapons. He had roamed the martial arts world for several decades, but had never failed. Moreover, his concealed weapons were fine and subtle. Ordinary people really could not see where these hidden weapons were flying to with their eyes.

This time was no exception. Zhao Xizhu was already trembling. He had never seen such a long silver needle inserted into his forehead. This kind of unimaginable thing could only be seen in his dreams.

He said with a trembling voice, "This, this, this. . . Uncle-Master, what is the meaning of this? This nephew is just joking with you. "

Thousand Hands Maitreya's face still had a smile on it. It was rumored that when he wanted to kill someone, he would smile especially happily. Now, it was clearly time for him to kill one.

The wrinkles on his face were squeezed out from his smile. This kind of smile made people not only unhappy, but also cause their entire body to furrow. His smile was really too ugly!

"It doesn't seem too good to do this, right? After all, he is still Zhao Rumei's son!" This was what Xue Qing had said. He understood that the Thousand Hand Maitreya was still somewhat wary of Zhao Rumei. Furthermore, he came here only to pacify the internal conflict in Gusu. Originally, he didn't want to stir up the grudges between the various big sects.

Thousand Hand Maitreya nodded his head and said with a smile: "This Zhao Rumei really gave birth to a good son. I didn't learn much from following him, but I have learned quite a bit from his bad temper. Forget it, it's better to leave some incense for him. "

Suddenly, he twisted his wrist lightly. The silver needle on Zhao Xizhu's forehead shrank back into his loose sleeve with a swoosh. Zhao Xizhu's entire body collapsed onto the ground. The long knife left his hand and his hands kept touching his forehead.

This battle was really embarrassing. He did not want to stay here any longer. He picked up the long knife on the ground and rushed into the darkness. Thousand Hands Maitreya walked in front of Xiao Nanfeng with a smile. "Xiao Nanfeng, Xiao Nanfeng, you are really a living treasure. I must bring you back to make a good pot of wine!"

"Wait, there seems to be a few panting people here. " The voice came from not far away. The person who spoke had walked over from the darkness. He held a silver hook in his left and right hands. The structure of the silver hook was very delicate, and it could not be wiped away in the darkness.

The smile on Thousand Hand Maitreya's face finally stopped. He said lightly, "There are a few who are gasping for air, but I think you are not interested in his corpse, right?"

That person shook his head. "We are naturally not interested in his corpse, but he is still alive. How can a living person be considered a corpse?" Yes, a person who is not dead is definitely not a corpse!