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Chapter 1256: Thirty Years of Searching for Swords (Part )
Mud and rocks flew everywhere, wooden fences flew across the sky, and steel roared.

In the morning, the sun was shining brightly, and there were not many people on the road at the foot of Jiuxian Mountain. As the fireworks were launched into the sky, several pedestrians walking on the loess path beside Heyuntan had already seen the sudden outbreak of fire in front of them.

The old man in official clothes raised the long sword in his hand and started to fight with the gray-robed man on the other side. Ordinary passers-by could not recognize any powerful moves and at first glance they thought it was just an ordinary conflict.

But when the long sword slashed down and collided with the weapon in the gray-robed man's hand, the air exploded with a thunderous sound, just like the creepy sound of a big hammer colliding with iron in a blacksmith's shop. Especially when the fan in Fan Zhong's hand was opened, the long sword smashed down, and the air was like the giant hammer of the tyrant sword beating a steel drum skin, which sounded like no human sound, which was enough to prove the tyranny of the old man in official clothes.

Fan Zhong took several steps back, his body swaying like a bowstring under the attack of the long sword. But he was also very skilled, using his iron fan to block the Nine Ring Sword in Tie Tianying's hand, each time dissipating the huge force of the opponent's sword. When he blocked the third sword, he opened the fan in his hand to block it once, and then closed it again, holding the fan with both hands to block the sword light with all his strength.

Bang, bang, bang, bang—his steps on the ground left several clear footprints, and the earth and rocks in the air exploded. The tea table, chairs, and the fence of the tea shed on the side between the two people were all involved in the fight. In an instant, it seemed as if most of the things beside the two people exploded. The pedestrians watching not far away were all stunned.

More people had already rushed out from the distant slopes and woods, charging over.

Yue Yun, Yin Ping and Monk Tun Yun crossed the distance of several feet in an instant, and Yue Yun pounced on Fan Zhong, who was covered by the sword energy, with anger. But he was still two steps away, and Tun Yun's figure spread his wings like an eagle, whistling and grabbing.

Yue Yun was a young man, and was extremely angry at being framed by Chen Shuangran. He threw a punch with his left hand to get rid of Tun Yun, and his steps were unwilling to stop. He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity when Tie Tianying was fully exerted to kill the gray-robed man who might be the mastermind behind the scenes. However, Tun Yun was no small character. Yue Yun threw a left fist, and he rushed forward without dodging, shouting, "How dare you!"

One hand grabbed Yue Yun's left arm, and the other hand's iron claw grabbed Yue Yun's throat.

Yue Yun raised his right arm to block, and tried to counterattack with his left arm. With the huge momentum of his feet, he was about to collide directly with Tun Yun.

From behind, Yinping's gun was about to point at Tunyun's back.

In an instant, the three of them rushed forward fiercely, almost hitting Fan Zhong on this side, and the next moment, the cassock on Tunyun's body whistled and unfolded, and the steel lining blocked the tip of the spear stabbed by the silver bottle. Yue Yun, who was close, was staggered. Knowing that he could not greet the gray-robed man, he simply grabbed Tunyun's arm and punched him with his right fist. He relied on his youth and strength, and at this moment he only attacked and did not defend. He punched out two times, but both hit the iron cassock, and Tunyun's iron claws scratched his arm and drew blood. He punched him with one fist, and pulled his feet, trying to take Yue Yun to the ground first.

There was a bang.

Tunyun's eyes met Tie Tianying's gaze for a moment, and the knife light whizzed towards the cassock.

Fan Zhong wanted to take the Iron Sky Eagle with the iron fan in his hand, and Yinping had also rushed closer. The sharp edge of the Five-Step Thirteen Spears passed by Yue Yun and Tun Yun and pointed directly at Fan Zhong's face, forcing him to raise the fan to block it.

The sword energy hit the cassock, and pieces of cloth and iron lining flew.

Tun Yun's body sank, and he rolled towards the ground dragging Yue Yun, who had already lost his balance.

For a moment, the earth and rocks were knocked away, and the remaining half of the tea shed was completely knocked open, with fragments flying everywhere. Fan Zhong opened his fan and swung the debris out like a hidden weapon. Tie Tianying swung his knife among them, and Yin Ping chased and stabbed Tun Yun on the ground with the spear in his hand. Tun Yun rolled a few times and jumped up from the ground. Yue Yun rolled and collided in the same way, and when he rose up, he rushed towards Fan Zhong and Tun Yun without thinking. He was full of anger, and even if there was a huge rock in front of him, he would roll over or even crack it.

"Hurry up--" Fan Zhong's voice shouted.

A total of seven green forest fighters rushed out from a grove farther away. They had all received instruction from Fan Zhong and Tun Yun. At this moment, it was like a big fight in the martial arts world. They had already rushed most of the distance and were about to surround the area. One of them even couldn't wait to throw the locust stone in his hand.

Although these seven people have not reached the level of Fan Zhong, Tun Yun, Tie Tianying and others, but in Fujian, each of them can be regarded as a first-class green forest expert.

The duration of martial arts competitions in the martial arts world can be long or short. However, if an ambush is successfully set up, it often does not take much time. Even if one's skills are inferior, if one can surround the master in a short period of time and kill him at the same time, even a master-like figure may be killed.

The Ministry of Justice used this strategy to surround and kill Liu Dabiao. They took advantage of the opponent's arrogant character and rushed in a short period of time. The victory or defeat could be decided in a moment. However, such a thing requires the doers to be trained and fearless, which is difficult for the hastily gathered mob in the forest to do.

Fan Zhong had planned this for a long time. With a master like Tun Yun and seven weaker warriors, they were very likely to kill Iron Eagle in a moment if they had the chance. Even though Yue Yun showed up unexpectedly, with a nine-on-three lineup, they undoubtedly had the advantage.

Especially with the appearance of two young men, it would be even more impossible for Tie Tianying to abandon them and kill while escaping, and the possibility of dying would be even greater.

Everyone watched as they rushed into a fight.

Fan Zhong held the fan with both hands to block Tie Tianying's fierce blow, and his body retreated like a wave. As his palms felt numb, his mind involuntarily recalled the scene of the fight between the Ministry of Justice and Liu Dabiao many years ago.

Back then, Liu Dabiao became famous for his sword skills. His sword skills were as fierce as thunder, and the people from the Ministry of Justice, together with the masters of Manichaeism such as Lin Zongwu and Wang Nanda, finally seized the opportunity and surrounded them. Several masters were almost cut in two by his final rage. After the siege was over, they discovered that Tie Tianying, who already had some experience at that time, was also chopped down in a pool of blood by the opponent's sword.

However, decades later, the swordsmanship in Tie Tianying's hands now seemed to echo the domineering style of Liu Dabiao's swordsmanship. Fan Zhong could vaguely imagine how Tie Tianying had repeatedly recalled the battle in the decades after that sword strike.

And that great battle was about to happen again here.

The only difference from that year was that Liu Dabiao, who had once mastered the swordsmanship, was a grandmaster who could be compared with Iron-Armed Zhou Tong and Saint Fang La. Back then, he wielded the sword in a way that was breathtaking. After realizing that he was surrounded, he not only did not run away, but instead hacked and killed all the way, almost making all the masters who surrounded him lose the will to resist. Even Lin Zongwu, who is now known as the best in the world, and Crazy Tiger King Nanda, whose kung fu was not yet fully developed at that time, were suppressed by that intimidating edge.

At this moment, even though Tie Tianying's swordsmanship seemed to have reached a high level, both Master Tunyun and himself had the strength to fight against him. In addition, with the numerical advantage of nine against three, the chances of successfully encircling and killing him were extremely high anyway.

He roared heroically and went forward to meet him.

……

Not far away on the dirt road, a young man covered with flowered cloth and two dejected outlaws were coming towards this side. The middle-aged outlaw had a bruised face and a young one was crying. Seeing the sudden fight and the momentum they had caused, they all slowed down their pace.

"Let's go——"

The young man covered with flowered cloth kicked the middle-aged man who slowed down his pace in the butt. The man rolled to the ground and when he knelt up, he looked at the fighting scene in front of him that had already reached the loess road and refused to get up again.

"what--"

The young man turned his eyes angrily and looked at the young outlaw next to him. The outlaw's face deflated and he also knelt down with a thud.

"Please spare my life, hero—"

"Haha!" The young man laughed out of anger, "Believe it or not, I will do you right away--"

"Grandpa, please spare my life..."

The middle-aged outcast kowtowed fiercely and refused to leave no matter what...

……

Over there, the seven masters who had rushed over were already nearby. They formed a circle and tried to kill them. Yinping waved the spear in his hand, trying to force away the people nearby. Tie Tianying swung the long sword in his hand, slashing at Tunyun, Fan Zhong and a nearby warrior at the same time. The sword was domineering and fierce, but it was not too threatening when it slashed at three people at the same time.

With two bangs, two of the surrounding masters threw bags of lime. Some of the white dust stuck to the back of the silver bottle, and some of it flew towards Tie Tianying. Ever since the unscrupulous Blood Hand Butcher started slaughtering people in the martial arts world, this kind of method has become old in the fights where all means are used. Therefore, the sudden attack did not work. But it didn't matter. It was nine against three, and the crowd had arranged a lot of ways to throw lime and fishing nets, which would always be enough.

"Humph--"

When Fan Zhong heard Tie Tianying's cold snort, he felt relieved and was about to use his killing move, but someone in the crowd took out a bag of lime, and Tie Tianying and the other three became visibly nervous.

Next to him, Yue Yun, with blood on his body, seemed to be doing something, seemingly casually.

Fan Zhong's heart shuddered for some reason. Before he could react, Tun Yun, who was standing beside him, swung his iron sleeves and blew up a handful of dirt and rocks. He shouted, "Fuck you!"

The figure flew backwards.

Fan Zhong also retreated violently. The masters who had rushed over from all around him also leaped up like rabbits or hawks the next moment. Some were faster, some were slower. The man who wanted to throw the lime bag was clearly hit by Yin Ping's spear in mid-air, and blood splattered.

On the road, Yue Yun threw three grenades that seemed ordinary at the time.

This was something that was still somewhat unfamiliar in the martial arts world, so there weren't many mature plans and psychological preparations, and no one issued sufficiently clear instructions. Shadows of people were intertwined in the air, and breathing became obvious, as if there was a moment of embarrassment and suffocation.

boom--

……

boom--

boom--

Three loud bangs in succession.

The space was shaking, and the earth and rocks were flying. The smoke and dust were expanding and sweeping towards the surroundings. The pedestrians watching the show not far away were so scared that they sat down on the ground, and when they got up, they ran away with their heads in their hands.

Here, someone's ears were buzzing. Fan Zhong hastily retreated behind a tree beside the dirt road. He felt waves of earth and rocks flying around, and there was also a constant ringing sound in his ears.

What's more, my mood is sinking.

Standing up and looking over, the smoke and dust from the explosion stretched across the loess path and was still spreading towards the forest next to it. In the smoke and dust, a figure got up from the ground, and seemed a little dizzy. This was a good fighter he had recruited, named Qin Yue, a master of the outlaws nicknamed "Taishan Xiong". He was burly and also good at swordsmanship.

As a desperate outlaw who lives on the edge of a knife in the green forest, "Taishan Hero" Qin Yue avoided the explosion and immediately pulled down a small fishing net hanging beside him. The fishing net was hung with iron hooks. If it was thrown out and covered the enemy, even a master like Tie Tianying would be greatly restricted and could not escape the fate of being surrounded and killed.

But at this moment, he took out the fishing net, obviously as a trump card to save his life.

A gray figure emerged from the smoke and dust on his side.

"Be careful—"

Fan Zhong shouted.

Qin Yue felt the shout, but perhaps because he was too close to the explosion, he could not hear it clearly, so he looked towards Fan Zhong instead.

The nine-ring broadsword cut through the mist with a bang and slashed down towards the side of "Taishan Xiong". The sword entered from the side of the neck and slashed down diagonally, almost splitting half of Qin Yue's body apart. Thick flesh and blood flew everywhere. The cruel and violent scene was vaguely similar to the scene when Ba Dao killed people with all his strength.

"Hahaha, Fan Zhong." Tie Tianying shouted in the blood and laughter, "You will die today--"

The smoke and dust had not yet settled, and the sun was shining through the gaps in the trees on the roadside, shaking the vision. The words that Tie Tianying shouted were not very creative, but the explosion of the grenade and the scene of killing were enough to capture the hearts of the people in the martial arts world. Fan Zhong gritted his teeth and was considering whether to get away immediately, but a figure beside him rushed over like a cannonball.

“Hahahaha—Iron Sky Eagle.” Tunyun laughed loudly, his blood boiling. “You are worthy of my full-strength attack!”

In the field of vision, Tunyun's figure was whistling and flying at high speed. In a blink of an eye, he forced the dust in the sky to fly back like a tidal wave. Then he collided with Tie Tianying's sword energy. His figure was spinning, and he was intertwined with Tie Tianying's domineering and sharp blade. For a moment, he was not at a disadvantage at all.

"Hold--"

Fan Zhong just cursed in his heart.

Of all the people in his group, Monk Tunyun was the most skilled, and there was no doubt about that. Even compared to Iron Eagle, Monk Tunyun's skills were probably better, but his superiority did not mean that he could kill the other party easily.

The other party has been in the martial arts world for so many years, and his martial arts and martial arts experience are not inferior to anyone else, but the reason why he has not been able to gain the reputation of a master like Lin Zongwu is because he has always been fond of fame and cherishes his life. In other words, he always likes to fight in a favorable situation, and he is unwilling to fight with his life among masters.

At the moment, Tie Tianying's methods were violent, and his momentum had reached its peak. Tunyun's blood was boiling, probably because he was thinking that if he could suppress the opponent, he would be able to achieve some fame. But on the other hand, he knew in his heart that even if Tie Tianying's swordsmanship was domineering, he would never be as strong as Lin Zongwu and Zhou Tong. If they really had to fight for their lives, he could leave at any time.

This is what makes it so difficult to join forces with a master of this kind of mentality. If the wind is in your favor, he is a good helper, but if the wind is against you, he may seem to be in a killing mood, but he will run away in the blink of an eye, and the rest of the people will be killed by him.

His mind raced like lightning. The next moment, Fan Zhong gritted his teeth and flew over, shouting, "Kill Iron Sky Eagle—"

There were still enough people, and he wanted to try again. Moreover, deep down in his heart, he vaguely knew that there was still a possible backup plan that he had not yet made.

As he lunged forward, he glanced behind him.

On the other side of the road, onlookers and two outlaws were running away.

The young man covered with the floral cloth has disappeared at this moment.

Recalling the stunning glimpse I had at Yinqiaofang two nights ago...

If this person stood on his side, and Tunyun attacked with all his strength...

There may still be a chance for things to turn around...

Fan Zhong lunged forward, leaped up, and swung his iron fan at the Iron Sky Eagle. At the same time, lime powder and fishing nets were spread out in the air.

******
In the middle of the city, outside the Zuo family residence, Dingtai Teahouse, second floor.

Hot water was burning on the small yellow stove, gradually boiling.

Qu Longjun sat at the table, looking at the chaos in the city in the distance, his expression calm and indifferent.

The teahouse was bustling with people discussing the chaos spreading from Houguan County. Some even gathered at the window and pointed at the distance. Many people mentioned the names of Chen Shuangran, Pu Xingui and others, and talked about anecdotes about a group of rebels in Fujian. Some people also loudly stated their views on this chaotic situation and their views on the court's policies in recent days.

Amidst the discussions, someone would occasionally even stand up and recite a long poem.

After the small court took control of Fujian, several opinion centers were established in the city. First, Li Pin ran a book and newspaper agency, collecting news from several nearby wine shops and teahouses. Later, it gradually became a distribution center for various news.

Later, the Zuo family returned from the southwest with such a great reputation that people from all walks of life came to visit them from time to time. Some came to offer advice, some to discuss philosophy, and some to raise criticisms, wanting to compete with the descendants from the southwest.

But in fact, the "Zuo family" is just a virtual concept. The young people who came from the southwest each have their own specialized skills and have accepted tasks from the court. They are not keen on sitting and discussing with others and making eloquent speeches.

Most of these people were refused when they came to visit, so they often went to the teahouse across the street to sit and chat. Since this teahouse was also a good place for surveillance, Zuo Wenxuan had it bought out after a while. On the one hand, he watched for any suspicious people, and on the other hand, he had people record the good ideas in the discussions. Over time, the scene of today's lively discussions was formed.

Several conflicts in recent days meant that the contradiction between the imperial court and the local forces in Fujian was almost completely erupting. Therefore, the discussions in the building in recent days have become particularly intense. Many people hope that their unique "strategy" will be adopted and they will be reused from then on - in fact, this is not a foolish dream.

After the small court took control of Fujian, Junwu's strategy was to recast the rules of the game. Therefore, in the past two years, many young people with no background were discovered from similar public opinion occasions because of their quick minds. After studying in places such as military academies for half a year to a year, they were thrown into the officialdom and became clerks or low-level officials. This is similar to the route of promoting a large number of accountants without background and even businessmen to become clerks in the southwest.

Qu Longjun calmly felt the teahouse and everything in the distance, without having too many thoughts at this moment.

According to previous speculation, at this time, Xiaolong... is about to meet Chen Shuangran's people.

She was feeling the fear in her heart.

Ever since my father died, I have often felt fear during the years I was adopted by Wen Shoubin, but I don’t know when that feeling became extremely dull.

In fact, during that period of time, many emotions became dull. Joy was dull, sadness was dull, and fear was separated from her by a thick veil. It didn't seem real. Even when she committed suicide in Chengdu, her mood seemed a little unreal. She herself couldn't quite explain why she committed suicide and what she was afraid of.

After Wen Shoubin died, the thick veil was gradually removed. She was not stupid. Wen Shoubin had taught her many worldly rules. She should have been afraid of leaving the southwest, but in fact, she was not afraid. She followed the Huaxia Army and left Chengdu. She learned some survival skills, including disguise and makeup, but in fact, the better way was to roll in the mud and turn herself into a beggar. Even though she had lived a skinny life, she was not shy about these things.

After arriving in Hangzhou, my mood became more real. Then I met Xiaolong again. Although I didn’t know what that meant, my mood was ups and downs. The things that once wrapped around my heart seemed to be gradually cleared away.

Xiaolong was a very powerful man. Even in a dangerous battlefield, he was as calm as if he was back home. Even when facing those powerful martial arts masters, he always had the confidence to look down on everything. He was as powerful as Southwest facing the whole world. But even so, the fear in Qu Longjun's heart became more vivid day by day, knocking her from time to time, making her feel anxious.

She thought of her father's departure many years ago.

At that time, her father was also very powerful in her mind, so powerful that he was invincible. However, one day he went to war and never came back...

A powerful dragon cannot defeat a local snake...

If Xiaolong...

The morning sun was not strong, charcoal was burning in the clay stove, the city was bustling in the distance, and there were noisy tea drinkers nearby. She sat there, her palms open and closed, following Xiaolong's practice, and then her body, which was carefully pressed, was filled with warmth and pain from the contact.

During these days, she had kissed him and had been touched carefully by him in many places, like some kind of ritual. In those places where he touched, her body seemed to have different feelings than before.

Fear surged in her heart, but surprisingly, she didn't dislike it. She wanted to roam the world with him and experience many things. If they could last forever, then maybe God gave her another life. But if not...if there was any accident, she would have a very simple choice and response.

She might be afraid of something happening to Xiaolong, but she was not afraid of the decision she would make later. This might have a very profound meaning for her.

I was sitting there, and tears started to fall without me noticing.

After she found out, she opened her hand and wiped away the marks on her face, with a slight smile on her lips.

Reach out to pour water, quietly make tea, and sit quietly.

I don’t know how Xiaolong is doing.

If Chen Shuangran wants him to take action against Tie Tianying, is he really going to do it?

How can I refuse reasonably?

Or not to refuse and kill him? How to explain to the small court...

I was thinking about this in my mind, feeling the vivid world and myself, when at some point a figure came towards me from the front.

"Sir, would you mind sharing a table with me?"

Qu Longjun raised his eyes and saw a middle-aged scholar with gray hair on his temples. He was smiling and seemed to have the aura of a superior. Qu Longjun glanced to the side and saw several people who seemed to be guards sitting next to him.

No impression...

She straightened her body slightly, and according to Ning Ji's instructions, she casually placed her palms on her knees under the table. This was a defensive posture to facilitate the outlaws to attack. When she showed this posture, the guards beside her changed their expressions and one of them stood up.

“What if it’s inconvenient?”

The other party smiled and sat down in front.

"Is it Long Aotian, Young Master Long from Yinqiaofang? We have met before, but I didn't expect that Young Master Long would come to Dingtailou for tea today..."

"Your Excellency is..."

Qu Longjun had no recollection of where she had seen this person before, but since she and Xiaolong had previously set up a stall in Yinqiaofang, it was reasonable that someone had seen them.

But the other party smiled like an elder and bowed.

"Oh, my surname is Cheng, my given name is Fang, and my courtesy name is Zhouhai."

When he said this name, Qu Longjun's eyes moved slightly, his mind seemed to explode, and he didn't know what to say.

A waiter had already brought the tea set, but the other party placed the teacup on the table, smiling and continuing to talk:
"I don't know what you want to do by coming to Dingtai Tower today. I'm not afraid of being laughed at if I tell you. Cheng has some connections in Fuzhou. He can talk to the Zuo family next door and Puyang Yi, the owner of Dingtai Tower. I also know about your righteous deeds in Yinqiaofang. If you want to meet these two parties today, I can introduce you..."

Something unexpected happened -

I met someone I had never expected—

Qu Longjun looked across the tea table. The other person's eyes were burning, and his frank words seemed to be examining everything about her. She tried her best to keep her expression cold.

"Oh? Then Master Cheng...what have you heard?"

I responded with a rhetorical question, my heart was already in a mess...

******
At the foot of Jiuxian Mountain, there is He Yuntan.

At the same time when Qu Longjun encountered an unexpected person in Dingtai Teahouse, smoke and dust rose and fell, and people rolled and climbed up, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed into a group again.

Ning Ji, with his face covered with floral cloth, walked in the rising dust.

The two outlaws who were delivering the message knelt on the ground and would rather die than leave. There was nothing that could be done...

Some people continued to throw out bags of lime and fishing nets at the same time. These staggered killing moves caused some trouble to Yue Yun, Yin Ping and others.

But on the other side of the smoke and dust, Yue Yun dodged the lime at the first moment and swung his hand violently, and suddenly another thing whizzed out. It was an octagonal chain hammer tied with an iron chain. As he swung it, he smashed it towards the crowd. Together with the silver bottle holding a long weapon, he forced the surrounding masters to stay more than ten feet away. The iron hammer swept across the ground, and rocks and earth flew like rain.

This octagonal chain hammer is one of the weapons on the battlefield. The hammer head is heavy and the chain can reach far. It is very convenient for charging into the formation to smash soldiers, beheading generals, or breaking armor. However, this kind of hammer will turn anyone it hits into a pulp if it is thrown with full force. It is difficult to control in a fight between bandits or in the city. Perhaps for this reason, he usually does not use it in Fuzhou City. This time, he brought it out because he hated the person who set up the trap.

At this moment, he suddenly attacked, and the chain hammer reached more than ten feet away. One of the outlaws couldn't dodge in the dust, and his legs were tied by the chain and thrown into the air. The iron hammer came back and hit his hip. Seeing the man fall to the ground like a torn sack, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere, everyone was horrified.

Yue Yun swung the man up with his hammer angrily. On the other side, Tun Yun moved forward, and his iron robe fluttered in the air like a huge tornado. Yue Yun hastily counterattacked with the chain hammer. There was a heavy muffled sound, and the chain hammer whistled and flew into the sky, directly flying onto the tall treetops beside the road. Yue Yun pulled hard, and a large number of branches collapsed downwards. His body had already been knocked away by Tun Yun's palm, rolling on the ground.

Tun Yun wanted to chase him, but Tie Tianying took a step forward and swung the long sword in his hand. In an instant, a fierce sword light whizzed into a circle, and almost silently swept across a space of ten feet in radius with his step. Fan Zhong blocked it hastily, and the aftereffect came like a surging tide. Not far away, Tun Yun's cassock and the sword light collided with each other, and pieces of iron flew into the air.

"You this..."

This knife in front of him took care of two masters at the same time. Fan Zhong couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

But he recognized the origin of the knife.

In the previous fight, he could feel Tie Tianying's breakthrough in swordsmanship, and he could also feel that his fierce swordsmanship style was very similar to that of Liu Dabiao back then. He just thought that Tie Tianying gradually gained enlightenment through the obsession of the fight with Liu Dabiao back then, and laid the foundation for his current swordsmanship style. However, the sword in front of him slashed down, and the whole thing clearly had a different meaning.

With one blow of the sword, the momentum of flowing clouds was rolled up, and the hidden power of the sword was like a tide. This kind of strength and sword intent was clearly the "Cut the Clouds and Mountains" which was almost the signature move of the dominant sword in those days.

Tie Tianying was one of the main participants in the siege of Liu Dabiao, just like himself. It was not surprising that he learned from the fight with his opponent and imitated his opponent's style. But for so many years, he was definitely not out of the top five on the Tiannan Badao's ultimate kill list.

——Where did he learn this sword technique?
In a hurry, a possibility came to my mind, which seemed reasonable and ridiculous at the same time.

The Zuo family learned the Ba Dao from the southwest and taught it to Tie Tianying?
Of course it’s possible—but what does Liu Xigua think?
Such thinking was not a big deal for the current situation. In just a moment, Tie Tianying's sword moved like waves and rivers, domineering and smooth. Seeing that he could not defeat the opponent in one encounter, and the expected backup plan did not seem so reliable, Fan Zhong was about to send a signal to withdraw together.

In the rippling dust, someone suddenly shouted: "Who are you——"

Amidst the noise, someone else seemed to say, "You go ahead."

The next moment, blood burst out like an explosion.

……

The accident happened about ten feet to the right of Fan Zhong.

The one who appeared there at this moment and wanted to rush towards Tie Tianying was a swordsman named Hu with the bandit nickname "Cang Hai Yi Dao". At this moment, everyone was surrounding Tie Tianying in one go. Tie Tianying pounced at Monk Tunyun with the "Zhan Que Yun Shan" move, and also instantly opened up some distance between him and this man.

The swordsman exerted force on his feet and had just rushed out less than half a foot when a warning suddenly occurred in his head. He shouted behind him: "Who are you——"

At this moment, a figure was following closely behind him, with his face covered with a perverted floral cloth. With a sinister look, he stared at the figure of Tie Tianying not far away. He was like a ghost behind him, and seemed to be rushing over there as well.

"Cang Hai Yi Dao" never expected that a person would suddenly appear behind him. He tried to retract his strength and slash back in a hurry, and his eyes met with the other person for a moment.

He slowed down his pace, and the other person's eyes seemed angry.

"——You go ahead."

Pushed him.

The swordsman staggered, and the next moment, he entered the alert range of Tie Tianying's sword energy.

The momentum of "Cutting Yunshan" has not yet been exhausted, but it has just reached the best position for changing moves. Tie Tianying's figure is like a phantom, and he follows up with that knife, slashing back at this side with all his strength!

Before the swordsman surnamed Hu could react, one of his hands was already broken. The Nine-Ring Sword used the recoil force from the blow with Monk Tunyun to fiercely split his entire chest at the most appropriate distance and posture. In an instant, bones shattered, flesh flew, and blood exploded like flowers, splashing ink all over the sky. This was probably a perfect sword move that Iron Sky Eagle had difficulty performing during practice, but the opponent used his body as bait and perfectly presented it!

"Cang Hai Yi Dao" has turned into a corpse at this moment.

But after the corpse exploded, it was still being pushed forward.

A stream of blood surged up behind him.

Tie Tianying let out a "wow" and swung the blade in his hand into a dense and fierce blade net. The aftermath of the slash exploded on Canghai Yidao's body, and on the side of the corpse, the bloodthirsty two swords pounced out from a low place, using the swordsman's body as a cover. In a blink of an eye, countless ferocious blade beams rose up and shone on Tie Tianying's center, rushing in to kill!

The ferocity and tyranny of the two swords seemed, at this moment, even more violent and fierce than the authentic sword in Tie Tianying's hand.

Blood flowers suddenly bloomed on the old man's body.

The angry shouts shook the four directions.

"Iron Sky Eagle——"

"I will kill your whole family————————"

……

Tun Yun and Fan Zhong seized the opportunity and pounced at the same time.

(End of this chapter)