Singing with a Sword

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As soon as these words were uttered, eight cultivators rushed out!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Various spells were unleashed upon Zhong Wen, who flipped his hand and drew his longsword. The sword flashed, and he swung it repeatedly, creating unexpected trajectories that sliced ​​through the bodies of seven or eight cultivators! Blood splattered immediately! Zhong Wen then unleashed eight more kicks, sending eight cultivators flying!

Almost sold out in seconds!

The cultivators exchanged glances, thinking, "Wow, this kid is a master!" They all looked at Luo Rong, realizing that only Luo Rong and the other top experts on their side could defeat the young man.

Without hesitation, Luo Rong drew his pine-patterned sword and thrust it at Zhong Wen. The two exchanged blows, neither gaining the upper hand for a short time, when another expert from Luo Rong's side leaped into the fray.

"Sect Leader Luo, you are deliberately suppressing your power, which is too benevolent. I, Qiu, will help you!" A cultivator shamelessly found a reason for himself.

Yi Ranxiao immediately joined the battle, loudly mocking, "You clearly can't beat others, so why make excuses? You're useless!" The green sword flashed, thrusting one sword after another at the cultivator surnamed Qiu.

At that moment, the two sides were locked in a fierce battle, locked in a close and evenly matched fight. Luo Rong's side couldn't stand by and watch, so three more people joined the fray for the same reason—they had no choice but to take advantage of their numbers.

"Haha, you really are shameless!" Yi Ranxiao said loudly as he hit him.

Those people were so enraged that they didn't care about anything else!

"Ah San, prepare to die!" He Feng's longsword flashed and danced, thrusting towards Yi Ranxiao. This guy also joined the fray amidst the chaos. Yi Ranxiao, seeing the Feng Yu Sect members, became excited, and her green sword thrust out fiercely!

call out!

Heaven and man are one!

The Azure Sword, a Xuanbing-level weapon, sliced ​​He Feng's longsword in two and then pierced his body! He Feng died on the spot!

In the midst of the battle, the first person to die appeared! The cultivators on Luo Rong's side were all furious. With so many of their own people present, they had actually allowed this Indian to kill Elder He!

"Let's all attack together! Kill that little thief!"

"Yes! There's no need to talk about morality and ethics with this kind of person!"

"And that troublemaker, kill him too!"

If it weren't for Zhongwen, they would have captured Ah San long ago, instead of going through so much trouble.

"Kill! Kill both of them!" The cultivators rushed forward!

In an instant, dozens of cultivators joined the battle, but Xiao Shang was still able to handle it. His elusive shadow step was a first-rate footwork technique, and with a swaying figure, he dodged one spell attack after another.

Zhong Wen, on the other hand, was in a bit of trouble. He had been sparring with others in the sect since he was a child, and he had never encountered a situation where so many people attacked him at the same time. In just a few moves, a flaw appeared in his move, and Luo Rong grabbed his vital point, making him unable to move!

The reason Luo Rong didn't kill him in one blow was simple: he was somewhat wary of the middle-aged man who had remained seated. Think about it, if Zhong Wen was this powerful, wouldn't that middle-aged man be even more powerful? Therefore, he wanted to take Zhong Wen hostage!

Upon seeing Zhongwen captured, the group instinctively stopped their attack. They were also wary of the expert, so they waited for him to make his decision before launching another attack.

“Brother, your young master had a conflict with our men, and I captured him. Please forgive me. If you do not wish to cause any more trouble, please leave this restaurant, and we will naturally release your young master.”

Luo Rong spoke politely, but then his expression suddenly changed, and he said sternly, "However, since your young master killed one of our men, he must leave his right hand behind before he leaves!" This was a compromise, after all, Wang Laohu was dead, and an explanation was needed, but Luo Rong was unwilling to offend a mysterious expert, so he could only ask Zhong Wen to leave behind one hand.

A flicker of emotion finally crossed the middle-aged man's calm face. "Leave my son's right hand?"

“Of course! Do you think we’d let you two leave safely?” Chen Wang said. The cultivators present echoed, “You must leave one hand behind before you can leave! Otherwise, you’re not going anywhere!”

The middle-aged man glanced at them and said, "You were the ones who were rude first, and you were the ones who started the fight. It seems like the responsibility should lie entirely with you! What does it have to do with my son?"

Luo Rong's expression changed, and so did the expressions of the cultivators on their side. This guy actually wouldn't listen! They all looked at Luo Rong, their eyes asking him what to do. Luo Rong looked at the middle-aged man, thinking, "I've already made a concession, but you don't appreciate it. Then I have no choice but to fight!"

I refuse to believe it. With so many cultivators attacking together, how could we not kill you?

“Brother, you’re wrong about that! No matter what, it was your son who killed our men.” Luo Rong said calmly, but his calmness contained a huge killing intent. “We’re already being very kind by not killing your son. If you don’t know what’s good for you, don’t blame us for being impolite.”

The middle-aged man remained unperturbed and said, "Hmph, your men are here to kill my son. Am I supposed to just stand there and let them kill him?" Luo Rong replied, "So, brother, you're unwilling to reconcile with us?"

On the surface, Luo Rong appeared to be quite well-mannered. However, many of the cultivators standing behind him were hot-tempered, and several who were particularly close to Wang Laohu shouted, "Sect Leader Luo, why are you wasting your breath on him? Let's attack together! Just kill him! This is our Su Shui City territory anyway. Even if he's powerful, can he possibly be stronger than all the cultivators in Su Shui City?"

"Yes, yes, there are only two of them. How could they possibly fight against the cultivators of an entire city? Kill them!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

……

"Fine, since that's the case, then I won't hold back anymore!" A cold glint flashed in Luo Rong's eyes, and his Pine Pattern Sword moved! Chen Wang's longsword also moved, and the spells of the hundreds of cultivators behind him were also released one after another, shooting towards the middle-aged man!

In an instant, the Yuan energy fluctuations in the arena reached a terrifying level! So powerful that even the heavens and earth trembled! Yet, the middle-aged man remained calmly seated on the table, motionless!

Not moving at all!

"Is this person an idiot? He's not moving at all!" "I think he's just terrified!" the cultivators thought to themselves.

Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't move, Yi Ranxiao immediately called out anxiously, "Senior!" thinking to herself, "No matter how powerful you are, you can't withstand so many magical attacks!"

But the truth is often surprising!

A surge of elemental energy emanated from the middle-aged man, crashing head-on into the massive array of spells.

hum~ hum~ hum~

In an instant, all the spells vanished without a trace!

Before Luo Rong and the others could even react in shock, the middle-aged man immediately emanated an aura of power unique to a strong person! This extremely powerful aura enveloped Luo Rong and the others, instantly rendering them unable to move!

Luo Rong and the others were all stunned. Their eyes were wide open as they tried to move their bodies, but the pressure was like countless all-pervasive obstacles, which were applied to every part of each of them, making it impossible for them to even move their lips!

Yi Ranxiao felt the immense pressure emanating from this power; it was too strong! Only a true master could unleash such pressure!

"Zhongwen, come back." Under the shocked and fearful gazes of the crowd, the middle-aged man said calmly. Zhongwen had been grabbed by Luo Rong's groin, but Luo Rong was already unable to move, while he could move, so he easily walked back.

"Father, how should we deal with these cultivators?" Zhong Wen asked immediately. They dared to offend him in public, so shouldn't they be punished properly? "How about we let them go..." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and said, "Let bygones be bygones. Let them go." After saying that, he withdrew his oppressive aura, and Luo Rong and the others regained their freedom, panting heavily and looking at the middle-aged man with lingering fear.

"You go."

At this point, Luo Rong and the others dared not challenge him anymore. But Ah San said, "Senior, Ah San is the man who killed my son. I must take him away. Please, senior, show mercy!"

In the cultivation world, cultivation level is generally the standard. Whoever has the highest strength is qualified to be called a senior.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man glanced at Yi Ranxiao, then looked deeply at the green sword in his hand, before saying to Luo Rong, "No, this kid not only knows my sect's swordsmanship, but he also has my disciple's sword. I cannot hand him over to you."

Luo Rong's eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly. He bowed and said, "Very well, then I, Luo, will take my leave!" With that, he led his entourage out of the restaurant.

Inside the restaurant, only Xiao Zhongwen and this super expert remained.

Yiran Xiong looked at the green sword in his hand with suspicion. This master said that this sword was his disciple's treasure? In other words, Gui Buzhong was his disciple? The "Gui Style Sword Technique" that his elder brother taught him was not actually a Gui Style Sword Technique, but a sword technique from a different sect?

"Young friend, what is your name? Why is my disciple Zhong Bugui's sword in your hands? And why do you know our sect's sword techniques?"

Yi Ranxiao was stunned. Zhong Bugui? Who is that? Gui Buzhong? Gui Buzhong! Zhong Bugui? Could it be his elder brother? Just as he was about to speak, a deep voice came from the stairs of the restaurant: "Junior brother, I was wondering why I felt a powerful energy fluctuation just now. It turns out it was you down there."

As soon as the words were spoken, a burly man who was two meters tall went downstairs first, followed by a gentle and refined young man in white, and then a man in gray escorted an elderly man with white hair downstairs.

"Big brother!"

"Brother!"

"I will not return!"

The three men used three different titles almost simultaneously. "Elder Brother" was naturally called by Liu Xiao, "Senior Brother" by Zhong Wen, and "Not Returning" was the title used by the middle-aged man.

The white-haired man was none other than Gui Buzhong—no, it was Zhong Bugui. He was slightly taken aback when he saw Yi Ranxiao, and then when he saw his master and junior brother, he called out, whether with joy or guilt, "Master and junior brother, you've come too."