C11

Song Xuan was afraid of alerting the customers in the shop. If they came to investigate, then when the lady insisted that he was the bad guy, he would have nothing to say.

Thus, when he saw that the lady was so unreasonable as to not listen to his explanation, he became anxious and wanted to restrain her acupuncture points and explain it more clearly.

While he was thinking, a shout suddenly came from outside the window.

In the midst of the shout, a bunch of blue light weapons had already shot into the room through the window with a series of "chi chi chi" sounds.

When Song Xuan saw this, he could no longer be bothered with the position of the girl's acupoints. He flung his right sleeve and it actually made a "clang" sound, sweeping all the poison weapons towards the wall on the right. A series of clanging sounds rang out and no one was caught within the wall.

The person who came from outside must have a powerful martial arts skill. Upon seeing that his hidden weapon failed, he immediately shouted angrily: "Scoundrel! Hurry up and come out to claim your lives! "

As the word 'fate' fell, with a 'kacha' sound, the right window of the room was smashed into pieces.

Song Xuan was both angry and amused when he saw this. He was extremely vexed. This was such a coincidence, and at this critical moment, there was actually such a chivalrous person. He couldn't bear the blame for this heinous crime if he were to be the leader of all evils. Otherwise, once word of this spread, he wouldn't be able to meet anyone in the future when he travels in the martial arts world.

With a thought, his left hand pointed to the air and restrained the girl's acupoints. At the same time, his figure flashed, passing through the window. His figure was not yet stable, when he suddenly heard a furious roar above his head.

Song Xuan was alerted by the sound of the wind. Without waiting for his feet to land on the ground, he immediately moved his feet, his body suddenly moving close to the ground as he drew an arc with lightning speed and stopped ten feet away.

The person who ambushed Song Xuan did not seem to have expected him to be so powerful either, causing him to exclaim in surprise.

At the same time, Zhi Zun raised his back and spun around. He closed in on Song Xuan as he sized him up with a profound look in his eyes.

At this time, he could clearly see that the person who had just arrived was around twenty years old. He was handsome and had good looks. He was wearing a black, tight-fitting night attire with a short spear in hand.

Seeing this, Song Xuan couldn't help but want to lend him some money.

Song Xuan himself was a supremely handsome man, and he couldn't help but have a favorable impression of the newcomer, not to mention that the person before him was a chivalrous person.

He had just entered the martial world, yet no one in the martial world was as close to him as he was!

Therefore, he couldn't help but suddenly have the determination to make an engagement with this person.

However, the newcomer did not think so.

Under the moonlight, although his figure was extremely exquisite, and his scholarly attire was extremely extravagant, it gave people a feeling as if he was floating like an immortal, but his face was pale. But it also gave people a similar feeling of disgust.

Song Xuan cupped his hands together and said with a smile, "Don't misunderstand. I am from the Supreme Mystery Capital, and am not a pervert …"

Finished speaking, the man's sword-like eyebrows furrowed, his face filled with anger, he shouted, "Evil thief, no matter how eloquent your words are, I don't believe your flowery words. Cut the crap, hand over your life!"

Once the words left his mouth, the mysterious blade in his hands shook, he stepped on the palace, walked on the gates of Hong Men, rushed forward, and with a Heaven's Net Divine Vision, he struck towards Song Xuan's chest with a speed as fast as fire.

Seeing this, Song Xuan was extremely anxious. He hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Please wait …"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost blade flew towards him, bringing with it a strong gust of wind.

Song Xuan's foot lightly flicked as he used the force of the wind to push himself five feet back.

When the youth's attack missed, he let out another explosive shout and followed with his body.

The hidden blade in his hand released a ball of gold light, and with a 'hu' sound, the 'Heaven's Punishment' was unable to escape, and went straight for the big cave on Song Xuan's right shoulder.

Song Xuan landed on the ground, his body had not stabilized yet, the young man had already caught up to him, if it was anyone else, even if they could avoid his attack, they would definitely be thrown into chaos.

However, Song Xuan's Crossing World was an ancient martial art that had been lost for thousands of years. It was a completely different story.

His upper body did not move, his qi flowed through his body like a gushing spring. His feet were in the air, and like a puff of smoke, he appeared behind the youth.

The young man thought that his attack would hit, so when he was about to hit, his vision blurred and he saw that the monkey-faced ugly ghost figure had already disappeared.

He was truly worthy of being a disciple of a famous sect. Upon seeing him, he did not have time to think as he quickly retracted his right wrist.

The youth's face couldn't help but turn red.

Because from the very beginning, the man hadn't fought back at all.

Song Xuan wanted to make this friend of his, so he dodged to the back. He only stopped ten feet away and did not make a move.

He waited until the youth turned around before he smiled and said, "Brother, please calm down. I am …"

The youth thought he was being sarcastic and could not help but become angry. Before Song Xuan could finish speaking, he immediately snorted angrily, raised his hidden saber, and charged forward again.

This time, the youth knew that Song Xuan's Qing Gong was excellent and had reached the Deity Stage.

Although he hadn't seen his opponent make a move before, from this, it could be seen that his other techniques were by no means ordinary.

How could he dare to be careless now? He immediately gathered his spirit, concentrated his mind, and performed the twelve moves of the Dark Blade Art one by one.

Under the moonlight, a golden light suddenly suffused the air, enveloping one light shadow and one thick shadow. It rolled up and down, the strong wind whistled, and the hissing sound of breaking through the air could be heard.

This commotion had awoken both the customers and the shopkeepers. However, they were well aware of the fierce competition in the martial arts world. No one dared to step in to stop them, lest they accidentally cause a fatal disaster.

Therefore, they could only hide within the rooms and peep into the gap between the windows to witness this fierce battle between a dragon and a tiger.

Song Xuan, who was in the middle of a fierce battle, used the movement technique. Amidst the shadows that filled the sky, he calmly moved forward and retreated with his hands behind his back.

He had wanted to let the youth know the difficulties and retreat. He had wanted to stop and wait for him to explain the misunderstanding.

However, the other party not only didn't appreciate his kindness, but thought that Song Xuan was deliberately playing around with him. In addition to being embarrassed, his anger was soaring as he grit his teeth and used his full strength, pushing the Twelve Styles of the Quiet Blade to the extreme.

When Song Xuan saw this, his sword-like eyebrows creased slightly. He secretly felt that this youth was too reckless and wanted to stop him.

With a single glance, he suddenly saw Senior Concubine Qing Yin standing on the roof with a long sword in her hand as she looked in his direction.

When Song Xuan saw that the Clear Sound Master had arrived, he could not help but rejoice in his heart. He immediately soared into the air and dodged the youth's move. He rushed to the front of Martial Aunt Clear Sound, bowed, and said respectfully:

"Eldest Master, you've come at the perfect time. Miss Li has already been rescued by me, this friend …"

Mater Clear Sound had already found out that Miss Li had been robbed into this town by bandits. She had just arrived at the town in the middle of her search, when she suddenly heard the sounds of someone fighting.

She couldn't help but frown inwardly. How could there be someone so ignorant about the taboo in the martial arts world that would engage in such an intense battle in such a densely populated area?

As a result, he immediately closed in, wanting to find out what had happened.

When she saw the fierce battle, she couldn't help but be secretly alarmed. She carefully looked at the youth with the black blade. His movements were calm and strange. He was one of the families of the Yishan Faction.

Thirty years ago, the Sect Leader of the Yi Mountain Sect, Daoist Master Meng Liang, relied on the Ten Style Heavy Sword to hack through the eighteen Chieftains of Jun Shan's eighteen successive tribes. He was famous in the martial arts world and could be considered a first-rate expert.

In the past, Grandmaster Clear Sound had met Daoist Master Meng Liang once, so with a glance at the young man's skill, it was easy to tell that he was from the Mount Yi Faction.

However, the Yishan Faction had always focused on swordsmanship and never used external weapons. Since this youth was a disciple of the Yishan Faction, why would they abandon their swords and use sabers?

The matriarch couldn't help but be very surprised.

What surprised her even more was the movement technique and footwork used by the other youth.

Not only was that footwork incomparably profound, once it was unleashed, it was like an antelope hanging off its horns, untraceable.

He had roamed the Jianghu for at least thirty to forty years, and had gone through all sorts of battles. Even if he didn't have a thousand, he had at least eight hundred battles.

He was curious for a moment and could not help but reveal his location. After careful observation, he did not expect that the moment he appeared, Song Xuan would pounce on him.

Shocked, she quickly retreated, secretly keeping her guard up.

Due to her status, she did not rashly make a move. When she finished listening to Song Xuan's words, she could not help but feel extremely surprised in her heart.

Listening to the meaning in Song Xuan's words, it seemed as if he needed to rely on himself. Just as she was deep in thought, that Yi Shan disciple had already caught up to her and angrily roared as he attacked Song Xuan.

Song Xuan had not finished speaking when a strong gust of wind blew. He turned his body and appeared right behind Su Yun.