Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 299: Wu Kui's Chaotic Battle
Chi Chi————

Some lanterns were affected by the strong wind and fell to the ground. Sparks flew and ignited the outer covers, which were then extinguished by the drizzle and white smoke was faintly seen rising.

Bang bang bang————

In the originally quiet and peaceful late night of Jiannan, within just a few breaths, there were explosions like thunder one after another, which almost spread throughout the entire town. In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere became solemn and tense, with swords and sabers flashing.

Some pedestrians on the street only felt a gust of violent wind sweeping past them from the side. The strong wind alone made it impossible for them to hold on to the oil-paper umbrellas in their hands. They fell to the ground with a bang. They could barely steady themselves by grabbing onto nearby wooden pillars and other objects. After a short pause, they looked up and could only see two afterimages flitting across the rooftops in an elegant and graceful manner. However, every time the two afterimages clashed, houses would always collapse and walls would explode.

But they couldn't even see the color of the two people's clothes...it was too fast.

There were many fights in Jiannan, and the passers-by and residents of the surrounding houses had experienced it. They were frightened and quickly fled to the outskirts of the town.

As Ding Jingcheng flew, his cloak rustled behind him. Just as his boots stepped on something and he was about to use the force to fly, a flash of a knife suddenly appeared behind him. He didn't even have a chance to take a healing pill and could only barely parry. But now he was determined to fight and retreat, and would never fight to the end. He would run away as soon as he was attacked. It was difficult for Zhao Wumian to stop him for the time being, so he had to follow closely behind him.

It was like this when they called in five top martial arts masters when they besieged Eunuch Lin… It is not difficult to defeat the top martial arts masters, but it is really not easy to kill them in a single fight, unless you have no intention of retreating and are only thinking about killing one of them, or the gap in strength is really too big.

If it weren't for that, Xiao Yuanmu's beheading of the old spear leader in the Poyang Lake battle would not have caused such a stir in the martial arts world.

During the pursuit, the two of them passed a distance of dozens of feet in the blink of an eye, and then they heard the sound of strong wind breaking through the air, and saw a residual shadow like a wild bull rushing towards them. With the help of the toes, a house collapsed. There was an aura all over his body as if thousands of troops were about to pass through... Even if you don't look at the weapon, just looking at the temperament you can know that this person must be a pure gunman.

Only a gunslinger could be so domineering.

The spear master Chen Qiyuan...

Ding Jingcheng's heart trembled. At this moment, one more martial arts champion was enough to decide the outcome of the battle. However, he was not surprised. The fact that Zhao Wumian and Chen Qiyuan had cooperated in the past was no secret to the top martial artists like them. However, he still turned around and blocked Zhao Wumian's sword. While withdrawing, he said loudly:

"Xiao Yuanmu and the Gun Master have a grudge against each other for killing their fathers. This is known to everyone in the martial arts world. Zhao Wumian's real name is Xiao Yuankong, and there is no need to explain his relationship with Xiao Yuanmu... Xiao Yuanmu is extremely powerful and has great demonic power. The Gun Master alone may not be able to do it. It is better for us to cooperate to capture Zhao Wumian alive and force him to tell us the whereabouts of Xiao Yuanmu. Then we can work together to encircle and suppress that evil woman, and our chances of winning will be higher!"

This statement was very straightforward, clearly stating that Chen Qi was no match for Xiao Yuanmu, but after being in the martial arts world for their age, who would lose face and act emotionally over such a major event? This was reality.

Chen Qiyuan cannot get past Wudamu for the time being, so naturally he cannot be a match for Xiao Yuanmu. Anyway, he came to Shu to fight with Zhao Wumian and find out the whereabouts of Xiao Yuanmu... Now it is indeed more appropriate for him to cooperate with Ding Jingcheng.

Chen Qiyuan didn't reply.

Zhao Wumian's expression did not change. He was not surprised at Chen Qiyuan's appearance. He said nothing and just kept drawing his sword.

Chen Qiyuan rushed straight towards Ding Jingcheng from the opposite direction. According to this posture, if Chen Qiyuan planned to cooperate with Zhao Wumian, Ding Jingcheng would be at a disadvantage of being sandwiched from both sides. He could not believe Chen Qiyuan, and immediately moved sideways, and flew dozens of feet into the air in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Wumian followed closely behind, and the blade of his sword almost cut the rain curtain into pieces, but Ding Jingcheng was determined not to take the attack head-on and tried his best to dodge. As a result, his sword swung in the air and a flash of silver light appeared, just like a knife cutting tofu. Suddenly, a thin line slanting downward appeared on the house, and then the upper part slid to the ground, and the cut was smooth.

But at this moment Chen Qiyuan had already come close, holding the end of the gun tightly with both hands.

call----

There was a sudden and shrill sound of breaking through the air, and the nine-foot spear was swung into a semicircle in the air, like splitting a mountain, and smashed down fiercely. The target was naturally Ding Jingcheng.

Although Chen Qiyuan was clearly no match for Wudamu and Xiao Yuanmu, he and Ding Jingcheng were both top masters, and their ability to seize opportunities was unparalleled. Ding Jingcheng had no way of avoiding this move and could only take it head-on.

But Ding Jingcheng was not surprised. His face was stern, his body floated like willow catkins, and instead of retreating, he advanced and suddenly moved upwards.

The nine-foot spear seemed to be smashing into the sand in the sky. Not only was there no real object, but the sand was swept up by the strong wind and wrapped around the top of the spear. It was a posture that was totally contrary to common sense and it barely avoided the spear. Then Ding Jingcheng raised his leg and stepped heavily on the nine-foot spear, and turned around with his other long boot to kick it with a whip kick.

At first glance, it seemed as if Ding Jingcheng himself had turned into a streak of yellow sand in the desert... the Holy Church's top body movement technique, 'Mirage Shadow'.

If I don’t use this hidden skill, I’m afraid I will never have the chance to use it again.

Chen Qiyuan did not dodge or evade. He snorted coldly and let go of the gun. His five fingers were like hooks and clamped Ding Jingcheng's boots. He wanted to use soft power to neutralize this move, but when martial arts reached their level, they could be said to be both hard and soft, and there was no major weakness at all.

Chen Qiyuan was good at soft power, and naturally Ding Jingcheng was also good at it. The exchange between the two should have been earth-shaking, but strangely, there was not even a sound. All the Qi power turned into clever power and circulated around the two men. Then Chen Qiyuan's arms and sleeves instantly tore apart, and he flew backwards with a muffled groan.

Ding Jingcheng's foundation is so profound that it is obvious that all these years have not been lived in vain.

Chen Qiyuan rushed backwards, his cloak fluttering, almost blocking most of Ding Jingcheng's vision for a moment. At this moment, there was a "clang" sound, and a flash of sword light suddenly pierced out from the cloak.

A cold light flashed in the rain, and the Qingxu sword, under the cover of Chen Qiyuan's cloak, stabbed towards Ding Jingcheng's throat like a silver snake.

Ding Jingcheng knew that this was the signature move of the Sword Sect's current sword master, Mu Lier, the Hundred-Step Flying Sword. The real killer move was not in the sword, but in Zhao Wumian behind the sword.

But his reaction could keep up, but his body could not. He had just kicked Chen Qiyuan away, and his old strength had just gone and his new strength had not yet come. The only thing he could do was to raise his knife and forcibly chop the sword in half.

Ding!
Zhao Wumian took this opportunity and appeared in front of Ding Jingcheng like a ghost with a cold look in his eyes. He raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the Qingxu sword as soon as it was knocked away. He twisted his waist slightly, and his sword and knife were like a spinning top, slashing the top of his head!

Before the swords touched their bodies, the rain curtain around them was pulled by the energy and turned into a horizontal tornado of white mist covering the ground.

Ding Jingcheng kept delaying, which obviously gave Zhao Wumian time to recover his tendons. Although he had not fully recovered yet and could not use much strength, his sword movements were so light and agile that it did not have much impact.

clang!
There was no room for dodging under this series of moves. Ding Jingcheng could only block with his sword horizontally, and even put the two-foot dagger on the back of the sword to add a little more strength. However, his strength was obviously insufficient at the moment. The sword and the sword touched for only a moment, and he was like a groundhog that was hit. His posture did not change, but the eaves under his feet could not withstand the force, and the whole person fell down with a "whoosh".

Looking down, outside the door of the house, a yellow wine flag was fluttering in the wind, and on it, a faintly discernible word "sword" could be seen.

Zhao Wumian didn't give Ding Jingcheng any chance to breathe. He rolled down through the gap and fell into the tavern. Ding Jingcheng could be seen smashing a row of wine jars, making clanging sounds. The wine splashed and the rustic floor tiles became wet in an instant. His nose was filled with the smell of wine.

A shopkeeper dressed in ordinary cloth was standing next to Ding Jingcheng, holding a pot of wine in his hand, staring blankly at Ding Jingcheng who smashed his wine jar.

Zhao Wumian had a rough sense and didn't realize the depth of the wine shop owner, so he turned his gaze to Ding Jingcheng who had just landed, intending to give him a beating when he was down.

Ding Jingcheng's sleeves had already burst, revealing his muscular arms. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't dare to stay where he was. He suddenly slapped the floor tiles under him with his palm and moved sideways.

Under the powerful palm force, the floor tiles cracked, the foundation exploded, and the soil splashed, but under the floor tiles, there was a man-made hole with a sword box placed upright inside.

Seeing the sword box, Zhao Wumian's heart was startled and suddenly sank. As a martial arts master, he sensed something was wrong and looked at the frightened wine shop owner.

The shopkeeper's long boots under his cloth clothes tapped the ground lightly, and the energy was transmitted, the sword case shattered, wood chips flew everywhere, and an ancient long sword with a rusty blade inside flew out and fell into the shopkeeper's hands.

Zhao Wumian suddenly felt a sense of alarm in his heart. He didn't even have time to say anything and turned his sword towards the sword-wielding shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper remained expressionless despite the sword attack. He suddenly crushed the wine flask in his palm, and the crystal wine spilled onto the rusty long sword. He flicked his other hand lightly, and a small whetstone fell from his sleeve...

wipe--

The shopkeeper then raised his eyes calmly, glanced at Zhao Wumian, held the sword with his backhand, splashed the wine, and rubbed the whetstone heavily on the sword.

Sparks appeared on the sword body, and the three-foot-long sword slashed horizontally. A flash of red flame suddenly rose from the sword body, dancing like a silver snake, and slashed straight at Zhao Wumian who was falling from above.

The shopkeeper's steps seemed complicated, but in fact he moved very quickly. The sword was flaming, hot and fierce, but he was very methodical and showed no panic. There was no mistake in every step, and he accurately passed through the gap between Zhao Wumian's sword and the other's.

In his eyes, the sword that could be called the fastest sword in the world seemed nothing. Zhao Wumian was very familiar with this...

This sword!
When he broke through Yangshe Congyun's Shu Road Difficulty, he used this move... No matter how sophisticated the moves are, there will always be gaps and flaws.

Even if an ordinary warrior found a flaw, his own martial arts would not be able to break it. But there was no fault in the old man's sword, it was perfect... It really caught Zhao Wumian off guard.

Ever since Zhao Wumian learned this sword, he had never been ambushed by anyone. Now, facing a martial arts master who is more proficient in this sword than him, it is inevitable that he will be ambushed. And being ambushed by a martial arts master... it is impossible not to pay a price. It is now unavoidable and unstoppable.

In order to kill him, Ding Jingcheng actually brought out three martial arts champions... Zhao Wumian's mind raced, and he had no time to think about this person's identity. His eyes were fierce, and he did not dodge or avoid, intending to continue to exchange injuries.

At this time, Chen Qiyuan had just been kicked and flew into a house. He could sense that Zhao Wumian was attacked by someone, but he was really powerless to do anything.

But at this moment, Guan Yunshu, who had been paying attention to the battle situation, suddenly rushed in from outside the wine shop, raised the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and stabbed the sword from the side.

She originally wanted to find an opportunity to sneak attack Ding Jingcheng... but at this moment, Zhao Wumian's life was obviously more important.

clang!
With the shopkeeper's subtle perception of the sword, he could not hide the appearance of Guan Yunshu, but he himself did not take such a small person who had achieved the unity of man and nature seriously. However, the touch of the tip of the umbrella on the sword still caused his energy to suddenly dissipate.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes. This nun's martial arts skills were amazing...

The red sword light brushed past Zhao Wumian's lower abdomen, and blood splattered, but because of Guan Yunshu's obstruction, the wound was not deep.

However, Yun Shu has not yet communicated with the bridge of heaven and earth, and the gap in hard power is quite large. Even if he just intercepted the sword from the side, the transmission of Qi force would affect his old injury, causing him to spit out blood. His pretty face turned pale, and his pure white monk robe was stained with blood plums.

The shopkeeper drew his sword but did not hesitate to use it. He quickly retracted the sword and flew backwards. His fingertips lightly touched the flame-surrounded sword, wiping away the flame and the rust on the sword, revealing a clear blade.

The white sword with a white handle, the overall style is very similar to the sword that Mu Lier has.

As he stepped back, he chuckled, "I haven't used my sword in over forty years, so my sword has slowed down a bit... Young man, I wonder if this sword can match your elegance of 'no sword is better than a sword' that day?"

Zhao Wumian fell from the eaves and was still in mid-air. No matter how high his martial arts skills were, without leverage, his falling speed would not change much... Therefore, the shopkeeper was obviously at ease and had time to talk.

Ding Jingcheng smiled complacently, moved to the side and touched the wall before suddenly bouncing up. The knife light suddenly turned into a silver line and headed straight for Zhao Wumian.

The situation was originally that Zhao Wumian and Chen Qiyuan were beating up Ding Jingcheng, but in the blink of an eye, it became that the shopkeeper and Ding Jingcheng were beating up Zhao Wumian... The fighting situation changed rapidly, and it was nothing more than this.

But what the two people present did not expect was that although Zhao Wumian did not use any leverage, his falling speed suddenly increased. Not only that, according to their perception, Zhao Wumian's heartbeat, blood flow, internal breath circulation, etc. also increased, as if the whole person was pressed the fast-forward button.

When Zhao Wumian was fighting with others, he seldom used the Red Silk of Naraku because this thing consumed a lot of energy and it would be emptied if he wasn't careful. In addition, fighting without relying on external force but only on martial arts was beneficial to his martial arts. If he used the Nine Bells every time he encountered a strong enemy, he would become addicted sooner or later... Without that spirit, what else could he use to build a bridge between heaven and earth?
But the woman he loves was beaten to the point of vomiting blood, so what’s the point of talking about dependence or not?
Fuck your mother!

Zhao Wumian was so furious that he almost vomited blood, but in the blink of an eye he rushed towards the shopkeeper who wanted to avoid him, and swung his sword. Suddenly, a very loud sword sound rang out in the town.

The shopkeeper was stunned. He could sense Zhao Wumian's movements, but they were too fast for his body to react. He could only rely on his experience to predict and barely raise his sword to block.

Zhao Wumian can now be called the fastest swordsman in the world, but facing a strong man like Ding Jingcheng, he has not yet defeated him with one move. In the final analysis, he is not fast enough.

Is that fast enough now? Yes.

The blade fell on the ancient longsword at such a fast speed that the shopkeeper had no time to use too much force, so his longsword was suddenly pressed against his chest, and his energy was released without reservation.

The shopkeeper flew backwards like a cannonball, but before he could fly even three steps, Zhao Wumian suddenly bounced up and hit the shopkeeper's jaw with his knee like a bell.

Bang!
The shopkeeper's body was lifted up, and blood rushed from his internal organs into his throat. But before he could spit out blood, Zhao Wumian's elbows hit the shopkeeper's shoulders heavily from top to bottom.

Click————

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible. The shopkeeper pressed down first with his shoulder, and then moved his body, suddenly smashing into the bluestone floor tiles, with broken stones, blood and wine splashing into the air.

Zhao Wumian's speed was too fast, but Ding Jingcheng was getting more and more powerful as he got older. His speed was not so fast that he could not react. Seeing Zhao Wumian attacking the shopkeeper angrily, he increased his speed a bit, but his target was Guan Yunshu.

Attack it and you will save it.

Zhao Wumian suddenly turned around and stepped heavily on the shopkeeper's back with his boots. Using his body as leverage, spider web cracks instantly appeared on the floor tiles. He twisted the handle of the knife hard, and the knife flashed like lightning.

At the beginning, he and the leader surrounded Zhao Wumian, and Zhao Wumian relied on the Naraku Red Silk to escape many times. Therefore, Ding Jingcheng was not surprised. He immediately changed his tactics and swept the knife that was attacking Guan Yunshu suddenly, blocking Zhao Wumian's knife just right.

Zhao Wumian didn't need the Nine Bells, he was able to block it, he used the Nine Bells, and he was still able to block it... It only proved that from the beginning, he had been mentally prepared for Zhao Wumian to use the Naraku Red Silk. From this, it can be seen that Ding Jingcheng's strength is obviously stronger than the shopkeeper...

After a crisp sound of weapons clashing, Ding Jingcheng stomped his boots on the ground, and with an expressionless face, he threw an Iron Mountain Knife in the face, while the two-foot short sword was thrown into the air and suddenly stabbed at Guan Yunshu's neck.

This is a fight in the martial arts world, there is no morality to speak of. Since Zhao Wumian can use the Nine Bells, he can naturally use underhanded tricks as well.

Guan Yunshu's eyes were cold. She was not a burden. She wanted to block the dagger, but Zhao Wumian's long sword suddenly slashed the wine on the ground, sparks flew, and then floated towards the wine jars piled up inside the wine shop.

Looking at Yunshu, Ding Jingcheng's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

The blinding flames suddenly engulfed the wine shop. Zhao Wumian didn't want Guan Yunshu to get close to the center of the battle between Wu Kui and Wu Kui. He immediately lifted his black robe, covered Guan Yunshu and protected her in front of him. Relying on the high speed brought by the Naraku Red Silk, he turned into an arrow and rushed out of the wine shop.

boom----

First, he saw a flash of fire, and then a deafening bang came from the wine shop. The blast continued to blast apart the surrounding walls, and the roof of the entire wine shop was blown off. Zhao Wumian's speed was already extremely fast, but after all, he was too close to the center of the explosion. Not far after he rushed out of the wine shop, he felt the impact in his heart.

Although he was not thrown away, he could not help but roll on the ground for a few times while holding Guan Yunshu.

In the night, Jiannan Town was like thunder and fire shooting up into the sky...

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This fight is a bit long, but I’ve basically finished everything for today, so I’ve obviously resumed updating the words as normal.

Completely written.

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