C4

"Law your head." Chen Yuan cursed gloomily. He pulled the sword away with a palm and felt a surge of energy and blood churning in his chest. It was extremely uncomfortable.

From the looks of it, his opponent was also an expert, at least as skilled as Chen Yuan.

Thus, when that person came out, Chen Yuan slowly leaned back and stared at that person without blinking.

He was blind.

At least that's what it looks like.

He had a cloth over his eyes and a long staff in his hand. He had a goatee and was wearing a black jacket. He was as thin as a bamboo pole. Wind was blowing around him and his clothes were fluttering in the wind.

He shook three times as he walked, as if he would fall if he took the next step.

But how could Chen Yuan Yuan be careless? He had just experienced how terrifying that sword move was, so now, in front of him was a three year old child. He wouldn't do anything as arrogant as this.

Many people had died at the hands of the little pawn. Many people had died at the hands of people they looked down upon in the past.

Chen Yuan, who was well-versed in history, knew this principle better than anyone else.

"Da Da Da." Every step he took, the pressure would be stronger than the previous one. Chen Yuan felt that the old man became bigger with every step he took, and when he was about four to five Zhang away from Chen Yuan, Chen Yuan had an illusion. The old man's figure was like a huge mountain, slowly pressing towards him.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes as he gathered his strength. His strength was like a clap of thunder as he brought down his strength, crushing everything in his path.

Daoist Deadtree's Deadtree Swordplay.

A drop of cold sweat fell down from Chen Yuan's forehead.

On the other side.

The scholar indifferently looked at the large man, then at the broadsword in his hand. Without saying a word, he slowly extended his hand.

That big guy grinned and said, "From the looks of it, you don't intend to let go of your weapon and surrender, right?"

"Idiot!" The scholar said in his heart.

Together, they lifted the fourth, and the twenty-one concealed weapons shot towards the big man's body from many tricky angles.

"The hidden weapon technique of the Huang Family in Tai An Prefecture?" That big guy was also knowledgeable. With a wave of his broadsword, sword aura shot out in all directions.

The old monk's method of sweeping the stone door, drawing the land into a circle, splashing water cannot enter.

Is that so? The scholar laughed coldly. He thrust his finger out, and the falcon let out a cry. The eagle missed, and the crane flew.

A fierce wind began to blow.

The old man seemed to have sensed something and lifted his head. Regardless of whether he could see or not, he praised sincerely in the direction of the scholar, "Good sword."

Even though he could not see the sword, even though he was only at the eighth rank, he was far from being comparable to the seventh rank broadsword man, scholar, and the others.

However, no one could understand it better than the blind man.

After all, he had been a Blade Master before.

Even though his dantian's Qi Sea had been broken down by someone, he had cultivated it to the eighth level through the zhenqi in his meridians.

He could be considered to have created quite a miracle.

The air current was so strong that it created a white hole.

The broadsword slashed crazily, as if a heavy incense was about to split a mountain.

The gale lifted the big man's hair and ruffled his clothes, causing ripples to appear in the old man's heart.

They collided.

The scholar flew backwards, his clothes shredded as he transformed into flowers and butterflies.

A fountain of blood gushed out, turning the moon in the eyes of the broadsword man red, the grass beneath his feet, and the roots underground.

"What a pity, what a pity, what a pity, what a darling." The old man seemed to have felt something as he quietly listened and slowly said.

There was no regret or anger. It was as if the one who had died was not his companion, but a flower that had been trampled to death by the roadside.

Then, the old man moved. An instant later, an afterimage appeared.

Chen Yuan's pupils constricted. He stomped his feet to the left and dodged while using his hands to protect his heart.

Unfortunately, his reaction was already too late.

For a moment, Chen Yuan felt that he was already dead.

The pain in his heart never stopped. He coughed out a mouthful of blood, dripping down along the edge of the mask.

The old man had only managed to strike out once.

He could only use one sword attack.

Once the sword was unleashed, his aura would dissipate. The 'potential' that he had accumulated with great difficulty could only last until the old man's sword strike.

"I see." Before Chen Yuan could lie down, even with the presence of an elder, he couldn't help but feel it was strange.

Logically speaking, he had already reached the eighth level, but the aura of the boy in front of him was still only at the peak of the ninth level. Logically speaking, he had already reached the eighth level, and the aura of the boy in front of him was still at the peak of the ninth level.

"Interesting." The old man mumbled, patting the bamboo cane as he walked towards Chen Yuan.

In any case, his companion's blood had already accumulated and it seemed like he wouldn't be able to get up. However, the old man frowned; it turned out that Han Zhong had taken advantage of the fight and ran off.

This brat's mind was truly deserving of death!

But did he think he could escape?

Childish.

The old man revealed a mocking smile as he slowly walked forward. He liked to give people pressure and make them feel despair. This was a problem that couldn't be cured, whether in the past or in the future.

Chen Yuan ignored him.

Lying sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath, he calmly looked at the sky.

"Has he given up?"

The old man's face turned red, and his aura became thicker.

What an addictive taste.

"You're an old freak!" Chen Yuan said.

The old man chuckled as he walked further and further away.

"Actually, I'm still curious about what method you used to dodge my attack," the old man said as he walked forward, "But that's not important anymore, anyway, you're going to die now."

"But I still can't bear with it. How about this, as long as you tell me who called you here, as long as you know what your purpose is, where your master is, I will … "

"Give me a quick death?" Chen Yuan Yuan said with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

"Yes," said the old man, "you are a wise man, and a wise man ought to do the wisest thing."

"Yes." Chen Yuan Yuan said: "Lin Ye, 46, 21 years old, was chosen by Daoist Deadwood as his last disciple, loved by many." "Thirty-six years old. For some reason, he tried to poison Daoist Deadwood, who was in closed-door training, but failed. He was discovered and chased down."

"Daoist Deadwood has just emerged from seclusion. On the thirteenth day, he fought in the Mt. Tai and his martial arts were abolished. Both his eyes shattered the dantian and Qi Sea, but for some reason, he was still alive."

"After that, he was rescued by the Tarzan Prefecture Constable Zhou Xi and joined the imperial government. He started training again and entered the eighth rank. In the same year, he killed twenty-seven martial artists. Among them, ten were quite famous, and four were young women."

"When you kill someone, you first trick them into revealing the information, and then cut them into pieces with your sword. After which, you slice a person into pieces and listen to their wails, it is all for fun."

"Do you think I still believe you?" "A person who talks like he's farting," Chen said.

The old man's expression finally changed as he shouted with a cold voice, "Who the hell are you? "Why do you know it so clearly?"

Chen Yuan laughed and said, "I knew it would be like this. "I estimate that Zhou Jianhan is currently leading fourteen of his brothers into two parts. One part is watching the fleeing Han Zhong, trying to find the contact point for the flower house, and the other part is in the city, looking for evidence from various sects, planning for the great cleaning up later on."