C16 Heavenly Abode Haze Sword

On the Martial Arts Practice Field of Emerald Willow Manor, nearly fifty Courtyard Guards dressed in emerald green clothes were lined up in a few rows.

In front of them stood five people dressed in different outfits.

One of them was wearing a Daoist robe and was in his early thirties. He was holding a horsetail whisk in his hand.

The other was short and about forty years old. He had an arrogant expression and held a long sword in his hand.

The other three were dressed in light yellow tight clothes and looked similar. They should be brothers.

One of them had a scar on his face. He pulled his left eyebrow to his lower head. In the midst of the jumping flames, he looked hideous and terrifying.

Cai Tong's corpse was placed on the ground in front of them.

On the stone steps in front of the courtyard, two people dressed in embroidered clothes stood in front and behind them. The person behind them had a respectful expression as he stood there solemnly. This person was Head Butler and Yue Zhizhong from Emerald Willow Manor.

The man in front was in his early fifties, and he was slightly fat. He was the master of the Emerald Willow Manor, Yue Laushan.

At this moment, his face was filled with anger as he looked at the dozens of people standing in front of him.

"What a great humiliation! What a great humiliation!"

His tone was filled with anger.

When had the Emerald Willow Manor ever suffered such humiliation?

More than a dozen Courtyard Guard guards could only watch as one of their accomplices was killed by a teenager, leaving him unharmed. This was something that had never happened before.

"This is still the Yueyang. When did the Emerald Willow Manor receive such humiliation?! I don't want to hear any more news about this young man. I only want to hear the news of his death. Furthermore, he must die in the hands of the Emerald Willow Manor!"

He spoke slowly. His tone was deep, and his eyes were filled with a cold light.

"Tonight, all of you will go and search for that kid. Once you find any news about him, remember not to alert him. Quickly come back and report to me!"

The dozens of men replied in a low voice and left the manor.

The man with a scar on his face cupped his fists and said, "The Three Dragons of Yangtze River are willing to share the Manor Lord's burden!"

After saying that, he left the manor with the other two men.

It turned out that these three people were indeed brothers. The scar-faced man was the eldest, called the Overturning River Dragon Zhou Jiang, the second was called the Overturning Sea Dragon Zhou Hai, and the third was called the One-Horned Dragon Zhou Lake.

Seeing this, Daoist Priest also bowed his head and said, "Wait for me to go and capture that brat!"

After saying that, he tapped his feet, and like a Peng, he flipped over the wall and disappeared into the night sky.

Yue Laushan looked at the silent, arrogant sword-wielding person, and a cold light shot out from his eyes.

"Mr. Zuo, why aren't you going?"

"Do we need to go all out for a young man with a weak crown?"

Zuo Buwei's tone was full of disdain.

"I know that Mr. Zuo's sword technique is unmatched in the Xiangbei region, so I think that if Mr. Zuo can make his move, that young man will definitely be in his bag!"

"Since the manor lord values me so much, I will make this trip!"

After Zuo Buwei finished speaking, he turned around and strode away.

It was already late at night.

Wuhen accompanied the little girl who was kneeling in front of her grandfather's grave and refused to leave.

He quietly looked at this little girl who had lost her last family member. A trace of pity appeared in his heart.

The little girl was thin and weak, just like him. Perhaps she had been wandering the martial arts world for a long time and had nothing to do with her meals. Therefore, she was thin and short.

Wuhen was thinking about how to settle this little girl. If he placed her in the Yueyang City, he was afraid that she would be killed by the Emerald Willow Manor sooner or later.

Night owls cried in the distance, making people feel miserable in the quiet night.

A lonely grave, a lonely daughter, a young man, and a donkey. In the quiet night in the wilderness, it looked extremely miserable and strange.

Fortunately, there was a moon in the sky, a dim crescent moon.

In this dark night, a figure slowly appeared thirty feet away from the lonely grave.

The figure had a sword in his hand.

"You are the young man who killed the people from the Emerald Willow Manor?"

A gloomy and arrogant voice suddenly sounded.

The little girl was shocked. She suddenly stood up and looked around.

Wuhen slowly turned his head and saw a short person looking at him under the moonlight.

"You're looking for me?"

He seemed a little stunned.

"Of course I'm looking for you. "

"You want to take revenge for Caijiao?"

"No, I just want to kill you. "

The little girl screamed. It was as if she had seen a ghost.

Wuhen went over and gently patted her weak and trembling shoulder.

"Go in front of the donkey. It's fine. "

His eyes lit up the stars in the sky.

The little girl suddenly calmed down, and the panic in her heart was swept away.

Wuhen slowly pulled out the sword behind him and pointed it at that person from afar.

"My name is Zuo Buwei. I am the Skycave Haze Sword Zuo Buwei. "

That person said slowly and arrogantly.

"I don't want to kill anyone. "

Wuhen grinned, pure and innocent.

"With a clang, Zuo Buwei drew his sword out of its scabbard. A cold light that was as cold as water brought up a shadow, and it let out a dragon's roar.

"But if a rabbit is anxious, it will bite. "

Wuhen was still as carefree as ever, as if the person standing in front of him wasn't someone who wanted his life. Instead, it was a friend of his. A friend that had been separated for a long time and reunited with him.

Zuo Buwei shook the longsword in his hand and thrust it forward.

In his eyes, this young man was like a dead man. Although he also had a sword, he absolutely believed in the sword in his hand and his own sword technique.

Traceless also countered with his sword. The two swords clashed, creating a crisp sound in the quiet night.

The Haze Sword continuously attacked several times.

Zuo Buwei's sword technique came from Mount Heng. It was originally Mount Heng's Misty Rain Sword Technique.

He was the final disciple of Mount Heng's Sect Leader, Chen Chenglau.

Misty Rain Sword Technique was elegant and elegant, like a fine drizzle.

36 Misty Rain Sword Techniques. None of them were fatal moves, but they all stopped at the tip of the iceberg. At most, they would cripple one's limbs. It was a great mercy that the Buddhist family could spare people when they wanted to.

However, this Zuo Buwei had a sinister nature. He removed the benevolence of his sword technique and changed it to sinister.

These few sword attacks were sinister and vicious to the extreme.

Wuhen twisted his wrist, and the long sword moved as he pleased. It was as if the long sword had been born in his hand in the first place.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! The series of attacks aimed at his lower abdomen were neutralized.

Zuo Buwei's eyes revealed a trace of surprise and coldness.

He had never thought that this thin and weak youth could dodge his three sword attacks.

However, when he saw the agility of the Wu Henn's Long Sword, the speed of its attack, and the direction of its attack that ordinary people would not dare to think of, he felt a trace of surprise in his heart.

At the same time, it also strengthened his determination to kill Wu Hen.

Not for the sake of the Emerald Willow Manor. It's for this young man to have a brilliant sword technique.

This was jealousy and hatred. A swordsman's jealousy and hatred towards another swordsman.

In the martial arts world, it was precisely because of this jealousy and hatred that there were many inexplicable killings.

Wuhen's starry eyes were like lightning as he looked at the sinister Zuo Buwei.

Suddenly, he switched from defense to attack. The Clarity Abyss Sword was like a pool of clear water as it continuously attacked.

Zuo Buwei swung his long sword. The two swords burst into sparks under the dim moonlight.

After more than ten strikes, Zuo Buwei took five steps back in a row. Sweat could be seen on his temples.

His sword technique wasn't considered first-rate, but he was very confident. In the Yueyang, he didn't fear anyone with his sword technique.

However, he had forgotten that Wuhen wasn't from the Yueyang.

That was why for the first time, he felt a kind of panic, a kind of panic when a great disaster befell him.

Wuhen's sword was so dense that it didn't leak through the air. It was endless, and it was fierce and domineering.

This was the first time he had used the 17th donkey training sword in such a perfect manner.

With a muffled groan, Zuo Buwei retreated. A stream of blood flowed down from his right hand, which was holding the sword.

Wu Hen's long hair flew in the air, and his eyes were clear. However, the smile on his face was no longer there.

"You bullied the good and killed the innocent, but you still came here to seek revenge! Do you really think that this world belongs to the Emerald Willow Manor!?"

His voice also became fierce for the first time, just like his Clarity Abyss Sword.

The little girl looked from afar. The originally timid her suddenly stood up straight.

She looked at the back of Traceless' long hair that was fluttering in the wind. Although he was as thin as a monkey, in her eyes, he was as tall as a god.

Zuo Buwei's hand, which was holding the sword, was trembling. Blood trickled down the sword and slowly dripped onto the ground.

"Go back and tell the master of Emerald Willow Manor that I will visit him personally one day!"

Wuhen slowly withdrew his sword. He looked at the gloomy and cold Zuo Buwei and said calmly.

Zuo Buwei's heart almost collapsed. He couldn't imagine how he had been struck by the sword just now!

He knew very well that if it wasn't for Wuhen removing some of the force at the last moment, his arm would have been reduced to dust.

He forced himself to clasp his fists and leave without saying a word.

In Emerald Willow Manor, Zuo Buwei had the strongest martial arts, except for Yue Laushan.

But he lost. He was utterly convinced.

The little girl slowly walked over and looked into his shining eyes. Her eyes were filled with joy and admiration.

Wuhen suddenly grinned. His smile was radiant and pure.

"I didn't scare you just now, did I?"

The little girl shook her head. Although she was clearly scared, she still firmly shook her head.

"My name is Lih. What's my name, brother?"

"My name is Wuhen. "

" Wuhen. . . "

Lih muttered to herself as if she was trying hard to remember this name.

Actually, it was not the first time that this name had already been carved into her heart.