Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 324: A sword coming from the west, flying immortals from the sky
Boom——————

There was a loud thunder, and suddenly the day came, and drizzle fell. It was late at night, and there were not many cruise ships on the lake outside Zeng Lengyue.

Zeng Lengyue Hall was filled with singing and dancing, drinking and chatting, and bright lights.

The top-floor wing was in complete contrast. The doors and windows were wide open, raindrops squeezed into the room, the evening breeze blew out the candlelight, and there was darkness and silence everywhere.

In order to prevent Tong Congdao from being scared away, Xiao Yuanmu and Shen Xiangge were not on the top floor, but they were always paying attention. At this moment, the sound of Qingyan Qin suddenly stopped, and they knew that Tong Congdao was coming.

Mu Lier was not with Zeng Lengyue from the beginning, but was in the palace to protect Luo Chaoyan's safety just in case.

Xiao Yuanmu and Shen Xiangge stayed in a room under the top floor. Relying on the martial arts master's five senses, they listened attentively to the movements above. Seeing that the fight seemed to have not started yet, Xiao Yuanmu waved his round fan and said with the method of transmitting sound into secret:

"It's not hard to defeat a martial arts master, but it's hard to kill him. I can't use my full strength right now... You should also be prepared to attack. This opportunity is rare."

Shen Xiangge was silent for a few seconds, then quietly walked to the dressing table, looked at himself in the mirror, and took a deep breath.

Tong Congdao, Guiyuan and Guiyi, these three people are the culprits who killed Yan Rongfei. Now the murderer of their teacher is right in front of them. Even Shen Xiangge, the martial arts master who is as calm as water, can't help but feel ups and downs in his mood.

Shen Xiangge had chased Tong Congdao many times, but as Xiao Yuanmu said, for a martial arts master, it is easy to decide the outcome, but it is difficult to decide life and death.

If Tong Congdao is determined to escape... he can just refer to Governor Xu who is still running for his life.

In the past few years, she has been fighting alone, but now with Zhao Wumian...

Thinking of this, Shen Xiangge felt tenderness in his heart, as if the flowers that had been wandering in the vast expanse had found a home.

She began to change her appearance silently.

At this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Tong Congdao must die in the capital.

Xiao Yuanmu waved his round fan and looked at her, reminding her: "Madam Canghua will not suddenly appear in front of Zeng Lengyue. Once you make a move, your identity will definitely be completely exposed to Zhao Wumian... But are you ready?"

Shen Xiangge paused, then continued to change his appearance, and said calmly: "He has always wanted... I will let him get what he wants this time, what's the harm?"

Xiao Yuanmu found it funny that the dignified Empress Canghua would actually say such naive words as if a girl in love.

Compared to the chatter downstairs, there was dead silence on the top floor.

The hanging crimson veil fluttered in the wind. Zhao Wumian slung the Wuhen Knife and Qingxu Sword across his waist, resting his forearms on the hilts. He stared at Tong Congdao through several layers of veil, his voice cold:
"Yan Rongfei... do you still remember?"

Tong Congdao was slightly stunned, and then sneered, "This is the only martial arts champion woman I have ever married, how could I forget her?"

Zhao Wumian's expression was as cold as a steel knife. Hearing this, he became furious. "This kind of talk is just to fool the people in the martial arts world."

"It's enough that people in the martial arts world believe in me. It's really a great regret in my life that I didn't succeed back then."

Tong Congdao did not deny that he spread the false news just to disgust Yan Rongfei.

Shen Xiangge, who was disguising himself downstairs, vaguely heard Tong Congdao's words. The small porcelain bottle containing the disguise liquid in his hand was suddenly crushed to pieces, and his breathing became faster.

Although Yan Rongfei's injuries were serious at that time, they were not fatal. When she was recuperating, she heard the false news that Tong Congdao had taken her energy, which made her angry and aggravated her injuries, and she died.

Hearing this, Shen Xiangge immediately wanted to rush up and lift up Tong Congdao's crown regardless of the consequences.

Xiao Yuanmu patted her shoulder with his round fan and sent a message to her:

"Keep calm, don't be impulsive. Encirclement and suppression requires mutual support and natural coordination. If the martial arts styles are similar, a joint attack can complement each other's offense and defense and cooperate seamlessly. But if there is no coordination, it's good enough if we don't get in each other's way and drag each other down...

...and a martial arts master hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to strike can be more effective than an open encirclement and suppression."

Shen Xiangge took a deep breath. After all, he was a martial arts master and was not that emotional.

And on the top floor.

Tong Congdao and Zhao Wumian were both concentrating on preventing the other party from suddenly attacking, and their attention was not on the outside world. They did not notice Xiao Yuanmu and Shen Xiangge below.

Tong Congdao raised his hand and untied the black cloth tie on the outside of the Miao Dao, slowly taking off the black cloth, while looking at Qingyan who was sitting next to Zhao Wumian:

"This courtesan must have been your woman for a long time."

"That's right." Qing Yan raised his head, not afraid of Tong Congdao at all.

"No wonder I am as arrogant as you." Tong Congdao stroked the hilt of the knife and said softly:
"Normally, I should have left the capital by now... but I still came here, not for anything else, but to prove that you, the so-called sword master who can transform into a real dragon, are nothing compared to me."

"Aren't you afraid of dying here?" Zhao Wumian, wearing a green shirt, stood proudly beside Qing Yan and sneered.

“If Su Huaixi and Xu Ran were also in the capital, I would naturally not come here to die… But since they are not here, I have to rely on you, a person who has not yet communicated with the bridge between heaven and earth and who has only barely made it to the top of the martial arts world by relying on the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution…”

Tong Congdao paused, then smiled and said:

"I also know the Heavenly Demon Blood Release. Do you think you can defeat me with my martial arts? You take yourself too seriously. Do you really think you can be invincible just because you have been going smoothly?
I have heard of your name long ago, so I will give it a try today. Can you, the so-called sword master, compare with the Miao Dao in my hand? "

As soon as he finished speaking, the black cloth was completely removed from the five-foot-long Miao Dao, falling to the floor with a slight rustling sound.

Zhao Wumian raised his hand lightly, signaling Qingyan to hide aside, and he pressed the handle of the Wuhen Knife.
"The Sword Master is here... Then I'll give you this chance to try."

As soon as the words fell, the top floor fell into silence again, with only the rustling sound of raindrops hitting the ground through the windows.

sough----

The crimson tulle that stood between the two of them rustled in the wind on that rainy night.

Qingyan knew that her strength was low, so she held the guqin in one hand and held up her skirt with the other, quietly backed away, pushed open the door, slipped away, and then closed the door.

Click————

The door closed gently, making a slight sound.

At this moment, the breath of the two people standing opposite each other across the crimson tulle suddenly condensed.

Wipe——————

In the dim room, a flash of a knife appeared!
A silver line suddenly stretched forward from Zhao Wumian's original position. Countless pieces of crimson gauze that were originally dancing in the wind were swept by the strong wind and suddenly flew towards Tong Congdao, as if the whole world was baring its fangs towards Tong Congdao.

Tong Congdao was slightly surprised. This kind of charm that seemed to mobilize the heaven and earth was the image of a bridge connecting heaven and earth, but Zhao Wumian was clearly just the unity of heaven and man...

This is probably because his swordsmanship has reached the level of a genuine martial arts master... the fastest swordsman in the martial arts world! His reputation is well-deserved!
Thinking of this, Tong Congdao was not surprised at all. Instead, he showed a hint of excitement and laughter. His skin suddenly turned red. His robe bulged with his right hand holding the knife. He drew the knife out of the sheath, but did not wait for Zhao Wumian to come close before he suddenly swung it up.

"So what if he is the fastest swordsman in the martial arts world!?"

Boom————

Tong Congdao shouted loudly, and the crimson gauze that flew towards him was instantly shattered by the strong wind. The wooden floor was cracked inch by inch, and the dark brown sawdust on the ground was lifted up on the spot, like a wave, mixed with crimson gauze fragments, rushing in the opposite direction.

Xiao Yuanmu, who had been sensing silently, raised her eyebrows slightly. She had no interaction with Tong Congdao and had never fought with him. At this moment, she sensed Tong Congdao's sword. His swordsmanship was ordinary, but the vastness and majesty of his inner aura was barely similar to that of her peak period.

If an ordinary warrior is hit head-on by this strong wind, he will be reduced to a skeleton on the spot... This is not an exaggeration, it is the truth.

There is no other reason, it all depends on the strong inner energy.

When talking about swordsmanship, everyone knows Yangshe Congyun, Xiao Yuanmu, Mo Jingxue, Zhao Wumian, and some people even remember Song Yun, but few mention Tong Congdao.

Because Tong Congdao's aptitude in swordsmanship is indeed not that good. He learned swordsmanship only because Mo Jingxue also used a sword. But how could a man like him allow himself to always be inferior to others?
This was why he took a different approach, relying on his inner energy to fight the enemy... A casual slash of the sword could cause such a wide range of damage. Although it consumed a lot of energy and he would be exhausted after a dozen slashes, it did allow Tong Congdao to figure out some tricks.

Shen Xiangge's heart tightened, "This is my Huanzhen Pavilion's internal energy, the 'Taixu Xuanyuan Jue'. The internal energy is unfathomable and boundless, and the power is far superior to ordinary internal energy. Zhao Wumian can't resist it..."

The vast internal energy is a standard feature of martial arts masters, but it is nothing. The word "effort" is the key.

If the internal energy is also inexhaustible, an ordinary warrior can only squeeze out 10% of the internal energy from his dantian in one second to kill the enemy, but Tong Congdao can squeeze out 30% of the internal energy... This is what is called "exertion".

This was also one of the reasons why Zhao Wumian and Tong Congdao were at a disadvantage when they clashed head-on.

The meridians must be strong and vast, the internal energy must be as deep as an abyss and as deep as a prison, and the corresponding martial arts are all indispensable and the conditions are harsh.

But who among the masters who can become the best in martial arts is not a gifted person since youth? Who among them is not the "protagonist" in the eyes of others?
When Bai Lang and Shen Xiangge were enemies in Changshan, they were also shocked by her vast internal energy. This internal energy is also one of the foundations of Huanzhen Pavilion.

As Shen Xiangge said, Zhao Wumian himself had not learned any horizontal training, and although he was physically strong, if he collided head-on with Tong Congdao's powerful internal energy, he would be unable to defend himself, and even if he only suffered superficial injuries, he would become a bloody corpse.

It hurts so much, just like scraping off a layer of skin.

But contrary to everyone's expectations, Zhao Wumian did not dodge.

Shen Xiangge must have told him about Tong Congdao's martial arts in advance, and Zhao Wumian had already thought about how to deal with it.

Just when Tong Congdao thought that Zhao Wumian was going to turn into a bloody cover on the spot, he never expected that Zhao Wumian's knife move was just a feint. He pulled the knife horizontally and sheathed it. His body was still rushing forward, but he spread out his palms, turned around, and drew circles with his arms.

The wave-like wood chips and gauze fragments moved with the palm as soon as they came into contact. Controlled by Zhao Wumian alone, they formed a yin-yang fish shape in the air.

"Back to you!"

Zhao Wumian stomped his feet, swung his hands forward and pushed them into the air. A torrent of dark brown debris suddenly rushed forward from behind Zhao Wumian, heading straight for Tong Congdao!

Tong Congdao was surprised. With his intelligence, he must have known that Zhao Wumian knew Tai Chi, but he could even attract his inner energy...

It is not surprising that Guiyi and Guiyuan can do this, but Zhao Wumian is not even a disciple of Wugong Mountain.

Back then, he had learned Tai Chi at Wugong Mountain, but now he couldn't do it even after practicing for thirty years! How could Zhao Wumian, an outsider, have such a good understanding of Tai Chi! ?

The vast internal energy was returned to him by Zhao Wumian. Tong Congdao's face was gloomy. The space in the attic was narrow, so he had to leap up to dodge.

A head-on collision can only consume physical strength. Although Wu Kui has endless internal energy, he will still be exhausted. After all, internal energy is not physical strength.

Boom————

Suddenly, there was a loud noise like thunder from the top floor of Zeng Lengyue. The previous singing and dancing in the hall suddenly stopped, and then the whole audience was in an uproar.

There were many people outside Zeng Lengyue, holding umbrellas and chatting on the shore. From their perspective, Zeng Lengyue's top floor seemed like a vent. Furniture debris that seemed pitch black in the rain suddenly poured out from the doors and windows in all directions, and then a "boom" was heard.

call out------

Tong Congdao almost dodged the unparalleled strong wind, but at this moment he suddenly heard a sharp whistle from the waves.

But before Tong Congdao heard this shrill scream, Tong Congdao and countless onlookers other than Zeng Lengyue saw a cold moon-like light in the dark waves on the top floor of Zeng Lengyue.

A cold light suddenly shot vertically from the dark wave, splitting it in two. In the blink of an eye, a silver-white streak was drawn from bottom to top, heading straight for Tong Congdao's neck.

There was a flash of surprise in Tong Congdao's eyes, but then he showed a ruthless spirit of refusing to admit defeat. He flipped in the air, stomped his boots on the ceiling, and instead of retreating, he advanced, relying on the length of his Miao Dao to suddenly stab straight ahead.

"Come!"

An inch longer is an inch stronger. Before the horizontal sword got close, the tip of the Miao Dao was less than three inches away from Zhao Wumian's throat.

Zhao Wumian pulled his sword sideways to deflect the Miao Dao, and his body turned sideways along the sword's momentum. After his long boots smashed a hole in the wave that had not yet dissipated, he suddenly lashed at Tong Congdao's cheek.

Tong Congdao was originally face down, otherwise Zhao Wumian would have hit him in the chest. His face felt hot and painful, and he flew sideways uncontrollably. If it were someone else, his head would have exploded like a watermelon on the spot.

bang————

Everyone saw a white shadow suddenly shooting out from the attic of Zeng Lengyue's top floor, and then another black shadow smashed Zeng Lengyue's ceiling and half-crouched on the eaves of Zeng Lengyue's top floor.

Warriors with excellent eyesight looked through the rain and saw the green-shirted swordsman half-kneeling on the ground, supporting himself with his left hand, holding the sword in his right hand with the blade against his back, and looking as if he was overlooking the entire capital.

Boom——————

A winding lightning snake suddenly appeared behind the green-shirted swordsman, and the whole world suddenly became bright, making everyone's eyes dazzled. When they looked again, Zeng Lengyue's figure on the top floor had disappeared, and the eaves where the green-shirted swordsman was half-crouching were flying tiles. He seemed to be integrated with the thunder in the night sky, and the sword light was like a winding lightning snake in the rain, and suddenly smashed towards Tong Congdao who was flying backwards!

"Star-Picking Knife!" Tong Congdao was enthusiastic. He recognized this as Song Yun's sword technique. In a trance, he thought he had returned to his youth...

At that time, facing Song Yun's sword, he had nothing but despair... But now, thirty years have passed, and even if he could kill Song Yun, Zhao Wumian would definitely not be his opponent!

Tong Congdao's eyes were extremely fierce. While flying backwards, he suddenly raised his palm and shot out a locust stone, like a green snake coming out of a cave.

But the target was not Zhao Wumian. The flying locust stone suddenly brushed past the side of Zhao Wumian's face, and then pierced into Zeng Lengyue without slowing down, leaving a bloody mark on the arm of a maid holding a tray, and piercing the load-bearing column.

"Ah——" the maid screamed in fright.

But behind the locust stone there was a barely detectable trace of silk.

The silk suddenly stretched straight, and Tong Congdao took the opportunity to rush forward. In the blink of an eye, he was close to Zhao Wumian and hit Zhao Wumian's hastily raised forearm hard with an elbow.

bang——

Zhao Wumian's sword could sense the silk behind the locust stone, but Wu Kui's speed was too fast, and before he could cut the silk, Tong Congdao used the force to move forward.

Both of them used the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution. Zhao Wumian's physique was much weaker than Tong Congdao's. He groaned and flew backwards.

But he did not lose his balance. His long boots stepped firmly on the eaves of Zeng Lengyue's top floor, leaving two long grooves. He stabilized his body as tiles flew everywhere.

Tong Congdao also flew to the top floor with the help of silk and stood on the eaves of the top floor. The blade of his Miao Dao was as clear as a mirror.

Many people in Zeng Lengyue Hall heard the sound of fighting and hurriedly paddled to the lake. They looked up at the two people standing opposite each other on the roof of the top floor. They didn't care about the raindrops hitting their faces.

Between the two people at the top of the roof, far away on the skyline, the moon could not be seen at all. There was only a hazy ball of light emitting a pale light.

On a full moon night... on the top of the cold moon.

"Puh--" Half of Tong Congdao's face was bruised and swollen, and several of his teeth were kicked out by Zhao Wumian. He spat out a mouthful of blood foam mixed with a few teeth and silently raised the knife.

The two of them had already said everything they needed to say, and now they were still standing here for one and only one purpose...

Determine victory or defeat, decide life or death!
bang————

Tong Congdao stepped heavily, suddenly stepped forward, dragged the sword with one hand, turned around, and the Miao Dao seemed to draw a crescent moon in the air under the moonlight.

"Wushan Sword!" Zhao Wumian recognized the sword, smiled wantonly, and drew the sword sideways, without dodging or avoiding, but facing forward with the sword.

clang------

After a loud bang, Zhao Wumian's physique was ultimately far inferior to Tong Congdao's, and he fell into a disadvantage. He tightly grasped the hilt of the knife with one hand and raised the other hand to hold the back of the knife to barely relieve the force.

Zhao Wumian's arms did not move at all, but the ceiling beneath his feet was cracked again. If he had not spent a lot of money to repair it with expensive wood, this one cut would have created a big hole in the ceiling.

"Don't dodge?" Tong Congdao sneered, and one knife fell. The second, third, and fourth knives followed closely, leaving Zhao Wumian no chance to dodge. He could only grit his teeth and parry.

This is the domineering aspect of the Wushan Sword. The attack is like rain, dense and continuous, but the force is accumulated, and each sword is more powerful than the last.

Once in the cold moon.

"It's bad. Once you're stuck by the Wushan Sword, it won't be easy to get away." Shen Xiangge had already disguised himself and put on the mask of Goddess Canghua that he carried with him, ready to rush to the rescue.

"Wait a minute." Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand to stop him. "Zhao Wumian dissipated the force, but he didn't destroy the eaves under his feet... He wanted to take the Wushan knife head-on!"

Shen Xiangge was slightly stunned. She was too anxious just now. Now she carefully sensed that Zhao Wumian was using Tai Chi to release the force, or relying on his physique to resist... He wanted to defeat Tong Congdao head-on! ?

Whether it's swordsmanship or physical strength...

Ding ding ding——————

Sparks flew in the rainy night. Tong Congdao's sword was extremely fast. Not a single drop of rain fell into the sword's force. It seemed as if a gap formed between the two of them.

One knife, two knives, three knives, four knives...

In just one breath, Tong Congdao had already chopped down more than ten times. With his martial arts master's physique, let alone an ordinary master, even Yangshe Congyun would have to kneel down after taking these nine slashes.

Zhao Wumian's face flushed red, and the bones in his arms had already cried out countless times under the force. He mobilized "Liu Wujing" and his body was like a high-speed machine, hurting and healing at the same time.

The meridians were injured early on by the impact of the surging internal energy, but were soon healed under the guidance of Liu Wujing's method.

Under the effect of the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution, the blood in his body was surging like a tide.

Dang——dang——dang——

Tong Congdao's face also turned red, his chest was beating like a drum, his eyes were bloodshot, and he spun around like the wind. His movements were not slow, but he couldn't help being shocked in his heart.

With his perception, he could clearly sense that Zhao Wumian was using this to deepen his cultivation of the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution!
Zhao Wumian's physique was inferior to his, and with the accumulated power of the Wushan Sword, if Zhao Wumian could not block it, he would be hacked to death on the spot. Under this heavy pressure, the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution operated efficiently, and Zhao Wumian's physique became stronger with almost every breath.

"So brave!"

Tong Congdao's face was ferocious, his hair was flying as he released his energy. His pride as a martial arts master was challenged, and he immediately made up his mind to compete with Zhao Wumian!
It depends on whether Zhao Wumian can make it through this round and bring the Demonic Blood Solution to a new level, or whether Tong Congdao will be better and kill Zhao Wumian on the spot.

Dang Dang Dang————

The clear and loud sound was like thunder, and from time to time it sounded together with the lightning snakes passing through the sky.

Zhao Wumian no longer had the energy to speak. He only felt pain in his arms all the time. The feeling in the palms of his hands had long since disappeared. His throat was dry and then tasted fishy and sweet, but he swallowed the blood forcefully.

At this moment, the Qi and energy are integrated. Not to mention vomiting blood, even breathing a little heavier or a little slower will affect the state.

"He's crazy! He's going to die! I want to help him!"

In Zeng Lengyue, Xiao Yuanmu could watch it, but Shen Xiangge couldn't.

"drink----"

At this moment, veins popped up on Tong Congdao's forehead, he let out a loud shout, held the knife with both hands, his robe bulged and then burst, revealing his knotted muscles covered with blue veins, and chopped down with the Miao Dao.

"Come!"

clang----

Zhao Wumian roared, and blood gushed out of his knuckles. There was another loud bang of metal clashing, and it was Tong Congdao's body that was like a rag being blown away by Zhao Wumian's sword. He rolled on the eaves for several times, smashing countless tiles, before he suddenly slapped the eaves and bounced up.

But as soon as he stood up, his legs suddenly went limp and he supported his body with his Miao Dao stuck upside down into the eaves. He looked stunned and his chest felt like a bellows as he gasped for air.

Zhao Wumian, who was sitting opposite him, had already cracked skin and was covered in blood. White mist was rising from his body, like a Shura descending to the earth.

He grinned at Tong Congdao, "No strength left?"

Tong Congdao had already lost track of how many times he had struck out with his sword. His sword power could still be accumulated, but his physical strength was not enough to support him to continue.

The Demon Blood Solution is a martial art that overdraws the body and consumes a huge amount of energy... Zhao Wumian still has "Liu Wujin" to sustain his energy, but Tong Congdao has nothing.

His internal energy was still endless, but his physical strength could no longer support him to continue using the Wushan Sword.

Otherwise, if he was stabbed with the sword, he would probably explode and die.

But the knife he used just now was still out of reach for ordinary people... but it was impossible to put pressure on Zhao Wumian anymore.

Tong Congdao could tell at a glance that Zhao Wumian's Heavenly Demon Blood Solution had entered a new realm under such high pressure...

What a genius...why can't he do it...

Tong Congdao was in a trance, blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his throat was full of blood, so his voice was a little hoarse, "I just made a few slashes..."

"Fifty-two cuts... I remember them all." As Zhao Wumian spoke, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

Tong Congdao smiled and said, "It seems that my limit is only these fifty-two swords..."

After he finished speaking, Tong Congdao glanced at Zhao Wumian, then turned to look around. Standing on the top floor of Zeng Lengyue, from his perspective, he could see countless black shadows standing on the eaves looking at this place, and there must be some masters among them.

Even Song Yun was there... Did she see it too? His knife just now...

Tong Congdao retracted his gaze and looked at Zhao Wumian, "I am inferior to you in skills, so I admit defeat... but your body is not in good condition either, take good care of your injuries, and we will fight again in the future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tong Congdao suddenly tapped the ground with his boots and turned around and left.

Zhao Wumian was at the peak of his career, but he was already at the end of his strength. If he continued to fight, he might die here, not to mention that there were countless masters around him who were eyeing him covetously.

Although Tong Congdao was extremely exhausted, his speed was not slow at all and he did not look weak at all.

I don’t have the energy to continue fighting Zhao Wumian, but do I still have the energy to escape?

No one can stop him unless there is another martial arts master in good condition to intercept him.

"You want to run away after the fight?"

Seeing that Tong Congdao was about to run away, Zhao Wumian's eyes fixed and he was about to push the knife forward to chop him, but he couldn't exert any strength in his arms... Tong Congdao was at the end of his strength, and so was he.
Now that he had recovered some of his strength, he suddenly felt that the sword that he used to wield with ease was now so heavy that he could hardly even swing it.

Although the Wuhen Sword is not a heavy sword weighing several hundred pounds, it still weighs several dozen pounds.

Bangdang————

But Zhao Wumian would never let Tong Congdao escape. He let go of the Wuhen Knife and instead reached for the Qingxu Sword on his waist.

The sword moves lightly.

A cold light flashed from Shen Xiangge's sleeves. He was holding a dagger in his hand as he stood at the window of Zeng Lengyue's room. When he saw Tong Congdao fleeing, his face immediately turned cold and he was about to chase after him.

But just as she flew out of the window, she heard a sharp sword sound from the eaves of the building above her head!
Wipe——————

The sky was filled with rain, which reflected the moonlight. The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a ball of pale light. Then Shen Xiangge saw a flash of silver light, which pierced through the rain and drew a black shadow across the sky in the ball of pale light.

The silver light is a sword, and the black shadow is a person!
Swish————

A sword came from the west, like a fairy from the sky, with a cold light flashing, tearing the cold moon apart!

Shen Xiangge only saw a long sword shooting out from the eaves and piercing into Tong Congdao's back in the blink of an eye. Before Tong Congdao could look back, the black shadow followed closely behind him and appeared behind him at some point. He raised his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword and twisted it hard.

Pfft————

The man in green brushed past Tong Congdao's side, and a flash of blood suddenly splashed, drawing a clean and neat blood line under the moonlight.

Tong Congdao looked at Zhao Wumian's back with horror in his eyes, his expression extremely stunned, but his body fell down uncontrollably.

Plop————

Tong Congdao crashed into the lake.

The man in green followed closely behind and landed on a pleasure boat on the lake. He half-crouched, supported the boat with one hand, and slowly sheathed his sword.

Click————

The sky was full of wind and rain, and suddenly it stopped.

The boat was pushed down a few inches by this force, creating ripples on the lake surface...

(End of this chapter)