The Villain's Counterattack

A burly man was approaching step by step from a distance with sighs.

With his hair casually dishevelled and a plain long robe on, he looked dignified and majestic, but his face showed vicissitudes and fatigue, giving people a feeling of being in dire straits.

Only masters like Fengyun and Duanlang can feel the supreme aura emanating from this weathered man in white, the kind of mythical aura that makes him invincible, like a single man standing against ten thousand!

"Sword, what a good sword!" Duan Lang couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, waking up the so-called Four Gentlemen. The leader of the Four Gentlemen even came forward to talk to him in a nonchalant manner, talking about revenge all the time, completely disregarding others, and set up the Gentleman Sword Formation.

"What a gentleman sword formation!" Duan Lang exclaimed in praise, but he was a little bit inferior to the man he was talking to, so Duan Lang would naturally not say such an offensive word. He would only say nice things to such people, and then let the facts slap them in the face.

The sword formation was good, but it was broken by a single word from the man in white. It was truly a rare and ridiculous thing in the world.

"You forged the Sword of the Gentleman into four. The sword is named 'Gentleman', and it was meant to be used by gentlemen. Now, you have fallen into the hands of four people who speak foul language and are not gentle and refined. Swords! If you four truly knew, would you feel that your talents are unstoppable?"

"The man and the sword are not worthy!" After these four words were judged, the four top-grade swords suddenly trembled non-stop, as if the swords were ashamed to face the white-clothed man, the legend among swords, who kept spies on them. The swords also felt ashamed that they had fallen into the hands of someone who was not a gentleman, and they were shaking with shame.

Since the swords were shaking non-stop, the hands of the Four Gentlemen of Longshan actually reached out to grab the four swords. Suddenly, there were four "bangs", and the four swords flew out of their hands and stuck into the ground in front of the man in white. After being stuck into the ground, the sword tips were still shaking, as if they were admitting their mistakes to the man in white who might be the legend among swords. The sword tips also dimmed immediately!

The four gentlemen suffered backlash from their swords, and the true Qi in their bodies was shaken into disorder. The four of them suddenly clashed their legs, and immediately "sighs" came one after another. They were supposed to be the so-called gentlemen with great integrity, but now they knelt in front of the man in white with the four gentleman swords. Because of the disorder of the true Qi in their bodies, they were unable to straighten their backs and stand up again for a while!

The Four Gentlemen of Longshan were extremely ashamed, especially Duan Lang, who had just praised the Gentleman Sword Formation and the four brothers immediately knelt down. How could they not be ashamed?

On the contrary, the man in white was not happy after winning with just one word, but became more worried. He thought that he had broken the rules by taking action. He also mentioned Shen Hua Wuming and was ready to leave the tea room because of the violence.

He was just about to leave when his gaze suddenly turned to Feng Yun. He first thanked Nie Feng for his help and then turned his attention to Bu Jingyun, probably because he felt a familiar sword energy from Bu Jingyun.

He attacked extremely fast, so fast that even Bu Jingyun, who had opened his Ren and Du meridians, was unable to react and dodge.

Regarding the man in white's suspicion that he was the son of an old friend, or his disciple, Bu Jingyun could only say, you think too much.

"I already know who you are talking about. Unfortunately, although I really want to be his successor, I will never have the chance to do so."

"Yes, it's a pity."

"You are a sword of sorrow, a rare talent among swordsmen, rarely seen in a century. If you could become 'his' descendant, your future achievements in swordsmanship would surely be no less than mine and his. What a pity, what a pity. For someone who appreciates talent like 'him', why would he not accept you as his disciple?"

"He didn't accept me as his disciple back then because he was thinking about me. I understand that very well, so I never blame him. I only blame myself for being stubborn!"

The man in white was delighted to hear this. "No! You can speak for him. If he didn't accept you as his disciple back then, it would have been his own loss! Young man, don't be discouraged. With your swordsmanship, you will definitely become a master in the future!"

"If he is a legend among swordsmen, then you will surely become someone who shocks the martial arts world: a legend among swordsmen!"

Only Duan Lang could understand what the two were saying. The more Nie Feng listened, the more confused he became. He couldn't help but ask questions about his Uncle Guihu, so that his identity was revealed by the leader of the Four Gentlemen of Longshan. He even used harsh words to try to mock the man in white and insinuate and discredit Shenhua Wuming.

The man in white did not want to go too far for himself, but he also wanted to clear his brother's name, so he told a moving martial arts myth: the story of the unknown hero and Ying Xiong.

The story was clichéd, involving family, love, justice, and selfish desires. It even touched on the powerful, hidden Sword Sect and the unrivaled swordsman, the Sword Saint. Fengyun and the others were captivated by the story, but Duanlang was more interested in the many martial arts and hidden secrets it contained.

Every story has an end. The story of the man in white is very exciting, and the real emotional entanglement is addictive. But before the story is finished, a voice interrupts everyone's enjoyment.

"You don't know the whole story. You only know the surface of your story with him." The visitor was not polite at all, and could even be said to be quite rude. However, Mu Yingxiong, who was no longer the young man in white, did not escalate. He just asked, "Then, sir, who do you think knows the future story of my brother and me?"

"I!" the visitor answered bluntly, then found a seat and sat down, continuing, "I am the one who knows the story between you two best!"

"I didn't want to get involved in your story with him, but in the end I was! I know it better than you!"

"So I think I should continue telling you the story from now on!"

Everyone was puzzled, but Duan Lang showed an unconscious and strange smile, chuckling softly and whispering: "Interesting, very interesting, but this is not bad, isn't it?"

The story continues, but this time it is told by a different person. It is equally wonderful, and even more vivid. After all, a bystander sees more clearly, and he may really be more suitable to be a narrator than Mu Yingxiong.

The battle between Tianjian and Jianhuang was indeed exquisite, but their wheel of victory and defeat was equally amazing. Tianjian mastered martial arts, and Jianhuang won life. He has always been free. My destiny is in my own hands. If the heaven cannot satisfy me, then I am going against the heaven!

He chose to achieve the Heavenly Sword, or his second brother's hero, at his own sacrifice!

The visitor finally gave Mu Yingxiong a surprise, a surprise that fulfilled the fortune-telling plan of the three siblings on the street, a surprise ending that should have belonged to the kind-hearted girl.

Watching Mu Yingxiong leave in a hurry, Duan Lang applauded and exclaimed: "Heavenly Sword, Sword Emperor, Sword Saint, Sword Sect, Monk Emperor, Buxu, Jin Man Remnant, Central Plains Emperor, inexplicable swordsmanship, karma-transforming skills, and the reincarnation of ten thousand swords are truly wonderful."

Having said this, Duan Lang suddenly turned to look at Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun and asked, "Did you learn anything from this story?"

Fengyun looked at each other in bewilderment, while the Four Gentlemen of Longshan cursed Mu Yingxiong as a traitor to the country and called him a Golden Dog, who should be killed by anyone. They also implicated the martial arts legend Wuming in the blame.

Bu Jingyun was furious. He slapped them dozens of times with lightning speed. His mouth was so swollen that he couldn't speak. His acupuncture points were blocked again. Then he said leisurely, "Don't try to reason with unreasonable people."

Nie Feng, Kong Ci and the others' mouths twitched wildly. The Four Gentlemen of Longshan had a deep hatred for Wuming. Even though they knew that Wuming was innocent, they still refused to let go of any opportunity to accuse and discredit him. Bu Jingyun's conclusion did make sense, but was this truth really derived from the story?

Nie Feng paused for a moment and said softly, "Emotions move the heavens. Sincerity is rewarded with sincerity, and only sincerity can be rewarded with sincerity. The relationship between the three brothers and sisters..."

Nie Feng did not continue to ask about the relationship, but instead looked at Duan Lang with interest, hoping to hear his evaluation. Feng Yun knew very well that this guy was well-read and would often say something surprising.

Under their attentive gazes, Duan Lang concluded quietly, "Indifference ruins a person's life, arrogance easily leads to failure, and everything is afraid of being honest. Fate is so ingenious."

"Bang! Bang!" Feng Yun punched everyone and shouted in unison: "Speak human language!"