C60 The Battle of the Wind and Clouds

The fat man's face turned red, and with a plop, he jumped up and crashed into the edge of the ring. He was really a bit fat, but he was not at a stage where he could not walk. This way of appearing was really to kill that person's prestige, but the result was clearly a failure.

That person only took a glance before closing his eyes. He said indifferently, "You can leave. "

That fatty panted and said: "Laozi, laozi hasn't taught you a lesson yet, how can you leave!"

As he spoke, the fatty had already rushed over. However, what made people not know whether to laugh or cry was that the saber at his waist could not be pulled out no matter how hard they tried. Seeing that his entire body was about to collide with it, his two hands were still desperately drawing the saber.

That person did not open his eyes. Just as the fatty was about to crash into him, a saber light flashed. The fatty was stunned on the spot and did not dare to move again. All of his clothes had been stripped off, and his hand holding the saber was missing a thumb!

A thumb. Anyone who lost a thumb should cry out loud, or at least shout a few words. But the fatty didn't say a word. All his nerves seemed to have tensed up.

"What a fast blade!" Some of the people below the stage exclaimed.

Some people whispered to each other: "Ah, such a fast blade, I'm afraid only Young Lord Dugu can be compared with it, right?"

The one who said this was obviously someone from the Dugu family. The people from the Murong family had a look of disdain on their faces. "Hehe, our Second Master is here. I don't think he has anything to do with this, right?"

Both sides had unknowingly started to curse under the stage. When that person's servant heard this, he was truly impatient and shouted in a stern voice: "No matter which family you belong to, if you have the ability then come up and compete with my master. If you don't have the ability then shut your stinky mouths!"

The voices below the stage were indeed much softer, because no one was willing to offend such a powerful character for no reason.

Of course, there were always a few people in the world who weren't afraid of death. On the first day this arena was set up, more than a dozen blade artists went up one after another, but the result was no different. Not a single person came down in one piece. Their right thumb had all been cut off and left on the arena.

The bloody thumb did not stay on the arena for long, because after more than ten battles, this person actually picked them up one by one and put them into his sealed chest.

Everyone had a certain type of strange fetishes, his strange fetishes were actually collecting other people's thumbs. When they looked at the heavy chest, practically everyone present pinched their throats. This was probably the thumbs of a few hundred people.

Swordsmen didn't have thumbs, and it was like a bird that didn't fly after losing its wings. They would never be able to become a saber user again unless a person could use the remaining four fingers to hold a saber.

To a swordsman, this was the cruelest punishment. You let the greedy scatter their wealth, and you let the lustful people die of loneliness. These were undoubtedly ways to kill, and it was the same for cutting off a swordsman's thumb.

At the end of the first day, not a single saber user in the entire Gusu could escape from his blade. His reputation was like a bamboo shoot after a rain, instantly spreading to every corner of the Gusu City.

Naturally, Dugu Xin had received this news a long time ago, because the five or six capable generals under his command had their thumbs chopped off without a doubt. His knife had already lost its patience, but Dugu Kuang scolded him harshly, not letting him leave the house.

Dugu Xin was drinking in the courtyard with a gloomy expression. The flowers in front of the courtyard were bright enough, but he couldn't pick up Dugu Xin's mood at all. Borrowing wine to calm his worries was even more worrying. At this time, Dugu Xiu had already unknowingly stood behind him.

She smiled and patted Dugu Xin's shoulder and said, "Brother, don't worry. I think there is someone who is more anxious than you. "

"Hmm? Could it be that there is someone in Gusu City who wants to go out and get that plaque more than me?" Dugu Xin had already guessed who that person was when he said this.

Murong Cheng, like all the blade artists who had left a thumbs up on the arena, was also standing there perfectly fine. He seemed to desire this plaque more than any blade artist. Ever since Murong Ying died in battle, the Murong family's momentum had fallen drastically, and their businesses in the Gusu City had shrunk. They had once planned to withdraw from the Gusu.

After Murong Cheng returned, he had gradually reduced the gap between them. However, he was unable to reach his peak condition, because he was not like Murong Ying, who was once the strongest blade artist in the Gusu City. Therefore, this battle not only affected his reputation, but also the revival of the Murong family.

Murong Cheng's eyes were fixed on the man's face. It was a strange face, but Murong Cheng felt that he was very familiar with it. This was an expression that a knife user should have. Looking at this expression, he suddenly felt like he was looking at a mirror.

A person's appearance could be strange, but the expression was born from the heart. A knife user should have the expression that a knife user should have. Obviously, the person opposite Murong Cheng should have the expression of a knife user. He was definitely a true saber user.

"Yesterday, Huang Huang, you chopped off a young man's thumb, didn't you?" Murong Cheng asked coldly.

The man shook his head and smiled. "Aiya, yesterday evening, I chopped off more than one person's thumb, right? Among them, it just so happened that they were all young people. So?"

" That's why I'm here. " Murong Cheng said sternly.

"You're here. So?" The man asked.

"So there's only one person who can leave alive today" Murong Cheng's voice was cold and intimidating.

"Hehe, let me tell you this. The fortune teller told me that I can live until 92 years old. " Although that person's voice was still relaxed, his grip on the blade was getting tighter and tighter.

Murong Cheng was stunned for a moment. He said faintly, "Then perhaps you have been fooled. "

Before he could finish his words, Murong Cheng's blade had already fallen from the sky. Wherever the blade light went, not a blade of grass grew. A cold wind followed. That man had already taken seventeen or eighteen steps forward, and the blade at his waist was already in his hand. The blade light flashed, and with the sound of metal colliding, the blades of the two men had already collided.

The two green lights flew up and down. Neither of them showed any signs of backing down. The branches on both sides were shaking slightly, and the dust on the ground had already swept away the fallen leaves.

The green light was piercingly cold, and their bodies were like two bolts of lightning. No one present could clearly see their expressions. They had no expressions, and even their eyes were deathly grey.

With a loud bang, the two steel blades trembled in the air for a moment before they firmly nailed together. If not for the fact that they were made of high quality iron, under such great power, no blade would have been able to remain intact.

Everyone present could not help but cover their ears, and it was as if they had never heard such a sharp sound. When their eyes met, they were both horrified.

As the wind and clouds changed, the two of them suddenly let go of their hands and retreated a dozen zhang away. The wind was still blowing, and at this time, blood was dripping from their foreheads at the same time.

One drop of blood after another quickly dyed the lost maple leaves on the ground red, and the dejected maple leaves seemed to have rekindled at that instant, and they danced lightly.

Both of them didn't collapse, but they didn't move again. After a long time, everyone held their breaths, as if any breath could blow one of them to the ground.

Although Murong Cheng did not move, those with sharp eyes could tell at a glance that his hand holding the knife was trembling slightly. However, the person in front of him did not move at all.

A person who had experienced such a great shock could still remain calm and collected. Either his mental strength was extremely strong, or he was a fool.

Obviously, this person was not a fool. A fool would never be able to practice such an outstanding saber technique. Not only was he not a fool, but he was also a very smart person. Any smart person would know one thing, during a life and death battle, one must not show any fear.

Even if you are already at the edge of life and death, even if you only have one last breath left, you must still maintain your original state. Because if you work hard enough and have enough strength, your opponent will definitely not be much better than you.

The competition between experts is usually just a small gap.

Murong Cheng's eyes were still staring at that person's hand that was holding the knife like when he came. He was stunned to find that this person was really like a stone, motionless.

On the other hand, he had almost reached the limit of his patience. Finally, he let out a long breath and slowly put down the long saber. "I lost. "

That person still did not move, but the corners of his mouth had already revealed a sly smile. "Thank you for letting me win! Your saber technique is not bad either!"

"Then you can come and take my thumb. " Murong Cheng's eyes had already fallen on his hand holding the knife. This hand had gone through a lot of hardships, but it still did not show any signs of being discouraged.

The man tried his best to whisper to the servant beside him, "Go quickly, hero can't wait anymore. "

Murong Cheng had already closed his eyes. Thinking back to his 20 years of life as a swordsman, his eyes seemed to flash with tears, fleeting.

However, the servant did not move, because his hands and feet were even weaker than the two of them. The deterrent force from the battle just now was too strong, and the servant almost collapsed.

"Today, I will make an exception and leave your name behind. Let's go!" The person hesitated for a moment and sighed, but he still did not move. However, many people had already seen it clearly. His brows had already twisted into a knot, and it was clear that he did not have the strength to go forward and take away even a strand of Murong Cheng's hair.

Murong Cheng stared at him for a long time in shock. Suddenly, he showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time. "It seems that I did not lose too badly. But let me tell you, just because you barely won doesn't mean that you are worthy of this plaque. "

The smile on the man's lips came to an abrupt stop, and his twisted eyebrows showed no signs of loosening. "What? Could it be that there is an expert stronger than you in Gusu?"

Murong didn't speak anymore. He smiled and stabbed the Green Snake Blade into his waist. He wiped the blood from his forehead and staggered into the crowd.

Although Murong Cheng didn't win this battle, he didn't lose either. The Murong family's reputation had once again spread across the entire Gusu. However, no one could defeat this arrogant man.