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Chapter 298 Encounter on a narrow road

Fine rain fell, and the big red lanterns swayed in a row. The raindrops hit the lanterns, and the water droplets splashed. The lanterns were illuminated by the lights like circles of sparks.

It was late at night and most people were asleep. The entire street was filled with people from the Holy Church, but a loud bang suddenly woke them up.

In Jiannan, fighting among martial artists was common, but such a loud noise, like a gunpowder explosion, was rare. They looked at each other in shock... But this was just the moment when the floor tiles under Zhao Wumian's feet shattered.

Zhao Wumian broke through the rain. Under the light of the lantern, the bright blade of the sword seemed to draw a dark red line in the rain, and it shot across a distance of several feet in an instant. No one present except the martial arts master could react. Even Guan Yunshu could not see Zhao Wumian's sword clearly for a moment.

If Yangshe Congyun was here, he would definitely be able to see that Zhao Wumian's sword speed was much faster than the previous fight, and it had some of his shadow of The Difficult Road to Shu... Obviously, Zhao Wumian had not been idle these days, and Yangshe Congyun's sword was faster than his, but since he had defeated Yangshe Congyun, he would not allow himself to be slower than the sword of his defeated opponent, and would not allow himself to have any shortcomings.

A faster knife was right in front of him, so naturally he tried to learn from its strengths and master it. This required long-term hard practice, but Zhao Wumian had the Naraku Hongsi, which undoubtedly greatly shortened the process.

The speed of the knife was so fast that the raindrops in the sky seemed to have stopped. In Zhao Wumian's eyes, even Ding Jingcheng was motionless, as if he had not reacted.

Ding Jingcheng's palm was on the hilt of the knife at his waist. The blade was long and narrow, and the scabbard was wrapped in dark red silk, like a misty blood line in the rain. Although murderous intent appeared at first sight, he stood still, his body like a mountain, full of the maturity and stability of an old man in the world, and extremely calm.

Ding Jingcheng was born in a brothel in the Western Regions. He was born with a hereditary syphilis and was a mixed race of Hu people and Central Plains people. He was born in a humble family and grew up being cursed as a "bastard". However, he was able to become one of the Five Mountains of the Hongtian Dynasty and dominate the world with one hand. He was unique in his own way.

He is somewhat similar to Zhao Wumian. He does not value weapons and is proficient in swords, spears, swords, halberds, fists, palms and light skills. He uses a knife now only because when he was wandering in the Central Plains, he used a three-foot long knife "Mirage" and a two-foot short sword "Gou Po". Now that he is back, he continues to use the weapons of his youth, which is also a kind of fate that makes him happy.

As for Ding Jingcheng, Zhao Wumian is to him just like Yangshe Congyun is to Zhao Wumian...

The general is defeated!

"Hmph!" Ding Jingcheng was slightly shocked, thinking that Zhao Wumian didn't have such a fast knife at the time. But he was unmoved. The knife was not so fast that he couldn't react in time. With a cold snort, the Mirage at his waist suddenly came out of its sheath.

He seemed to be slow in his movements, but the blade of his sword was just right to block the Wuhen Sword. Ding Jingcheng's experience in the martial arts world was as deep as the abyss. He had been in the martial arts world for more than 40 years longer than Zhao Wumian, Xiao Yuanmu and Guan Yunshu combined. He seemed to be unable to react just now, but in fact he was observing Zhao Wumian's sword movements and countering his moves.

clang!
The tremendous force was transmitted through the blade, and the rain around the two people suddenly stopped, and then suddenly shot out in all directions. The lanterns on the eaves on both sides of the street cracked instantly, and the flames inside were extinguished by the strong wind. In a short moment, it seemed that the lights on both sides of the Wuchang Road suddenly went out, and the street turned into darkness, with only a few pale moonlight remaining through the black clouds, hanging down in beams.

Zhao Wumian felt a little cold in his heart. He had already used the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution, but he was unable to shake off the opponent in front of him as usual... So far, the only warrior who could compete with Zhao Wumian in terms of physical strength was Tong Congdao. Even Yangshe Congyun was slightly inferior to him, but Ding Jingcheng, an almost 100-year-old man, could fight him on equal terms.

As the saying goes, a young man fears a fist, and an old man fears a stick, but this obviously does not apply to martial arts masters... For a martial arts master, a hundred years old is equivalent to the average person's 40 or 50 years old, which is considered the prime of life.

What's more, Zhao Wumian has the innate All-Poison Body to temper his body, and Ding Jingcheng must have some other ways to improve his physique... They all have their own unique features.

Although Zhao Wumian once mocked himself as the "Five Mountains Killer", Eunuch Lin was surrounded and Li Jingnan was seriously injured and could not recover... Ding Jingcheng was the first one to fight with real swords and guns.

There was no time for thinking during the fight. Ding Jingcheng's expression remained unchanged, with only a slight sneer in his eyes. However, he still took the time to glance at Guan Yunshu and Xiao Yuanmu.

He did know Guan Yunshu, and with her holding back a group of masters, the people she brought were basically useless, and they could only rely on him and Meng Po... but he had no impression of the little girl who fought with Meng Po, but fortunately he did not see Xiao Yuanmu.

It was indeed a bit scary that Xiao Yuanmu's strength was interrupted, but now that he was not here, everything would be fine.

In a one-on-one fight, he didn't take his defeated opponent Zhao Wumian seriously at all, but this was not a fight. Since he could just be beaten up in a group, who would talk to you about the rules of the underworld?
Ding Jingcheng used his sword to block Zhao Wumian's way. He bent his legs slightly and stood up from the ground. His figure was as ghostly as a snake swimming in the loess of the Western Regions. He leaped onto the eaves in the pale moonlight.

Zhao Wumian knew that there must be something fishy going on as Ding Jingcheng suddenly escaped. Although he didn't know whether there were reinforcements or something, he knew it would definitely not go as he wished. He flew up, holding the knife in both hands and suddenly chopped down at such a fast speed that Ding Jingcheng couldn't ignore it at all.

In terms of the speed of swordsmanship, Ding Jingcheng is obviously slightly inferior to Zhao Wumian.

But his expression remained unchanged. He stepped on the roof and suddenly turned around and slashed horizontally. A flash of knife light appeared in front of him like a silver thread, blocking Zhao Wumian just right again. If Zhao Wumian continued to move forward even an inch, he would be "killed with his intestines exposed". This was purely based on his rich experience in fighting to predict Zhao Wumian's landing point.

No matter how skilled Zhao Wumian was in martial arts, he would not be so arrogant as to take on a powerful sword from one of the Five Mountains. He used his internal energy to forcefully raise his breath, and lightly tapped the blade that Ding Jingcheng was slashing at with his toes. He immediately raised his body several inches to retract the attack, and the cloak behind him rustled with his movements. Looking up from below, the pitch-black cloak almost blocked the entire night sky. He then turned around in mid-air and kicked Ding Jingcheng hard on the temple with a heavy whip-kick.

Ding Jingcheng raised his eyebrows slightly. In order to encircle and suppress Zhao Wumian, he had done enough homework. He knew that Zhao Wumian was best at swordsmanship since he changed his name, but he never thought that he also had such fist and palm skills.

The distance was too close, and no matter how experienced he was, it would be useless if he couldn't keep up with the speed and reaction. Ding Jingcheng only had time to raise his forearm to block his face.

bang————

A heavy muffled sound suddenly echoed in the quiet long street. Ding Jingcheng's sleeves tore into pieces, and he used his forearms to block his legs. Unless there was a huge difference in physical strength, it would be impossible to block it. His body was majestic and motionless, but he just slid sideways uncontrollably. After his long boots left two grooves over a meter long on the eaves, he slid off the roof, rolling up countless flying tiles.

"It has a bit of White Wolf's flavor..." Ding Jingcheng's face was calm, referring to the Rongren martial arts master who appeared in Changshan that night. It was obvious that he had fought with White Wolf before.

But Zhao Wumian naturally couldn't stop to chat with Ding Jingcheng. Seeing that he was still in mid-air, his toes stomped heavily on the flying rubble, turning the rubble into powder. He suddenly moved forward, and his long sword cut through the rain curtain. Almost when Ding Jingcheng just slid off the roof, the sword had already arrived in front of him.

Ding Jingcheng hadn't even managed to steady himself, and had no room to dodge. He knew that he had been dragged into the quagmire of the quick knife by Zhao Wumian... He was embarrassed in the first move, and would be even more embarrassed and more difficult to deal with after that.

He couldn't dodge, so he suddenly slapped his waist with his free hand, and the scabbard bounced up. He grasped the middle of the scabbard tightly with his palm, and actually used his own scabbard to forcibly sheath Zhao Wumian's knife.

It was obviously not the right size, and the Wuhen Sword was a divine weapon. It pierced into the scabbard without any hindrance, pressing Ding Jingcheng like a cannonball into the long street, and then pushed forward violently. Ding Jingcheng's back smashed the wall and fell into a brothel guest room, scaring a half-dressed prostitute so much that her face turned pale instantly and she screamed.

"drink!"

Zhao Wumian thrust forward, intending to pierce his scabbard directly and insert the tip of the knife into Ding Jingcheng's body, but Ding Jingcheng suddenly let go at this moment.

bang————

The scabbard was no longer restrained and immediately rushed backwards along with the force of the Wuhen Sword. Ding Jingcheng slightly misstepped and hit the scabbard with his right shoulder, as if a punch had hit Ding Jingcheng. The right half of his body obviously shook and leaned backwards, but because of this, the Wuhen Sword could not pierce the scabbard. It was obvious that soft force was used.

His shoulder was in severe pain and his shoulder blade was cracked, but he didn't care. Zhao Wumian took the initiative with his sharp knife, and he would have to pay a price to get rid of him.

The pain did not affect him at all. After loosening his palm from the scabbard, he leaned his right body backward and naturally moved his left body forward, just in alignment with Zhao Wumian's right hand holding the knife. His left hand immediately moved along the scabbard like a snake and climbed towards Zhao Wumian's right hand holding the knife.

With Ding Jingcheng's kung fu, if he succeeded, Zhao Wumian had no doubt that his tendons would be cut on the spot. He intended to step back and create some distance, but because the Wuhen Knife was still stuck in the scabbard, his empty left hand was like a long whip, drawing a half arc in the flying stone bricks and dust in the air, and rushed towards Ding Jingcheng.

Ding Jingcheng sneered.

Clang——A flash of sword light suddenly passed by, and a cold light appeared. Blood suddenly splattered on Zhao Wumian's left wrist. Faintly, one could see a two-foot short sword "Gou Po" on Ding Jingcheng's sleeve, with a clear and bright sword body.

Zhao Wumian's fist and palm skills are relatively weak. He thought it was a fist against palm fight, but the opponent suddenly used a dagger, and he was definitely at a disadvantage.

His left forearm instantly became weak, obviously the tendons were cut. In the fight between the top masters, one arm was broken first, which meant he was basically defeated. Ding Jingcheng immediately sneered, and did not retreat after his meritorious service with 'Gou Po'. He held the 'Mirage' knife in his right hand in reverse, and with the key point of 'an inch shorter, an inch more dangerous', he turned around and suddenly slashed at the left side of Zhao Wumian's body, while the dagger in his left hand stabbed at Zhao Wumian's throat.

The soul-steals the throat, and the mirage cuts the waist.

Zhao Wumian couldn't use any strength with his left hand at the moment, so the left side was his natural weakness.

If nothing unexpected happens, this knife will be enough to decide the outcome. Even if it cannot cut Zhao Wumian in half, it will at least injure him again.

Xiao Yuanmu had been paying attention to the battle between Zhao Wumian and Ding Jingcheng. When she saw this scene, her hair suddenly fluttered without wind, her teeth clenched, and her face showed a fierce look. Meng Po, who was rushing towards her, was so frightened that she stopped suddenly and a warning sign suddenly appeared in her heart.

But contrary to Ding Jingcheng's expectations, just as a hint of joy of impending victory appeared in his eyes, he found that Zhao Wumian spun the knife to the side with his right hand, and the powerful energy suddenly shattered the scabbard, and the deep red silk on the scabbard broke into pieces, like flying red flowers.

The Wuhen Knife was less than three inches away from his heart. Before Ding Jingcheng's 'Gou Po' and 'Mirage' could take effect, the clear blade suddenly pierced through the flying red cloth and penetrated Ding Jingcheng's chest.

Pfft————

Ding Jingcheng twisted hastily and barely changed the point of the knife tip, so that his heart was not stabbed through by Zhao Wumian. However, he could still see surprise in his eyes, realizing that Zhao Wumian was planning to trade injury for injury and give him a big one... That's right, Zhao Wumian knew this kind of sword, so how could he not know the dagger hidden in his sleeve.

But to exchange injuries for injuries, why would I have to exchange my own tendons?!

"madman!"

No matter how calm Ding Jingcheng was, he couldn't help but curse loudly. But if he didn't keep some distance, Zhao Wumian would only need to move sideways a few inches to crush his heart meridians. His face turned ruthless, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and the speed of his sword and knife became faster.

If Zhao Wumian really wanted to take it head-on, he would probably die before Ding Jingcheng. His face was cold and he suddenly raised his leg.

Bang!
The long boots hit Ding Jingcheng's lower abdomen heavily, and he slid backwards immediately. The clear blade drew a line of blood on his chest, smashed the wall behind him, and slid a distance of more than ten feet, like a black cannonball that pierced through the entire brothel before slacking off.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, but his expression remained calm. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked up. In the gap in the brothel in front of him that he had smashed, smoke and dust were everywhere. A wanderer wearing a bamboo hat and holding a knife slowly emerged from the smoke and dust.

Ding Jingcheng's eyes gradually became filled with horror, but he saw that Zhao Wumian's left hand, which was hanging by his side and should have been cut, was stained with blood, but no more blood was dripping. With his eyesight, he could clearly see that the wound on Zhao Wumian's left hand was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although it’s not that fast, who the hell can heal their wounds while fighting?

Ding Jingcheng began to wonder if Zhao Wumian was wandering the world wearing the Qingying Jade Robe...but the Qingying Jade Robe's recovery speed should be faster than this.

But at this rate, Zhao Wumian's left hand would be restored to its original state in less than a cup of tea. No wonder he was so confident and dared to trade injury with his tendons... If Ding Jingcheng had reacted a little slower, Zhao Wumian would have stabbed him to death in the heart.

This should be Wudamu's internal strength, right? I remember that Zhao Wumian didn't know this move at the beginning?
Ding Jingcheng's heart sank slowly. He didn't expect that just a few months had passed and Zhao Wumian had become completely different from before. He insisted on bringing out a bunch of things he had never seen before to fight him.

Zhao Wumian was almost like opening a floodgate and releasing water. His internal energy poured into the red silk of Naraku like a torrent of water. He mobilized "Liu Wujing" and raised his hand to shake off the blood on the Wuhen Sword. Then he suddenly exerted force and pushed the sword forward.

Ding Jingcheng realized that it would be difficult to determine the winner if he fought against Zhao Wumian alone, so he fought and retreated without getting entangled.

Gravel continued to roll down from the gap, making slight noises.

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at the two people's direction, slowly restrained his aura, and looked at Meng Po, only to find that Meng Po was also looking at Zhao Wumian, her eyes were filled with surprise and complexity.

Back in Changshan, Zhao Wumian could only be regarded as a leader in the unity of man and nature, but he did not expect that he could now fight with Wu Kui to a stalemate.

Xiao Yuanmu is not in good condition at the moment and can only be regarded as the top martial arts goalkeeper. Logically speaking, although he can restrain Meng Po with his experience as a top martial arts master, he will also suffer great pressure and suffer some injuries... But why does this Hu witch look so weak when facing a weak opponent?
What? Are you afraid that after you defeat me, you will have to join forces with Ding Jingcheng to suppress Zhao Wumian?
She always felt that the witch Meng Po and Zhao Wumian seemed a little unusual, and her eyes became colder.

Meng Po finally came to her senses, looked at Xiao Yuanmu, and couldn't help asking: "Where did this little monster come from? How could he fight me on equal terms..."

Your mother...do you think I can't see that you are trying to fish in troubled waters?

Xiao Yuanmu walked over with a cold face. If nothing unexpected happened, Meng Po would be useless tonight. Logically speaking, this was a good thing... but Xiao Yuanmu felt unhappy.

Guan Yunshu flew and stood on the eaves, with a pile of corpses lying in a pool of blood beside her... Ding Jingcheng obviously underestimated Guan Yunshu, as those masters were killed by her in a few breaths, but she did not immediately help.

She looked in the direction of Zhao Wumian and Ding Jingcheng. Although they were moving very fast, she was not unable to intervene. However, if she went forward rashly, it would only have a counterproductive effect... She had to find a suitable opportunity.

While pondering, Guan Yunshu looked at Meng Po and Xiao Yuanmu for a few times, then looked away indifferently.

It had nothing to do with her if those two people beat herself to death.

But at this moment, an extremely sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from the outskirts of Jiannan City.

sough------

A black shadow knocked a hole into the rain curtain in the sky, and it was like a savage dragon python rolling on the ground, instantly pouring into the long street from outside the city.

Everyone present was extraordinary and they were aware that the newcomer was much stronger than an ordinary person. They looked up and saw the newcomer. Guan Yunshu and Xiao Yuanmu both looked a little colder.

The gunman wearing a conical hat suddenly untied the tie around his neck, and the hat flew off. He held a nine-foot-long black spear in his hand, took a quick look at the battle situation, focused on the direction of Xiao Yuanmu and Meng Po, then silently withdrew his gaze, and immediately jumped up, rushing towards Ding Jingcheng first.

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him sideways, his expression slightly cold...

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