Chapter 13: A Sword Beheads the Dragon
The tall, thin man with thick knuckles under the umbrella did not know what Ding Ning was thinking at the moment, and he followed the two outsiders unhurriedly, calmly and indifferently.
Outside the fish market is still rain curtains like curtains, a pond of water is about to roam out, the shore of the grass with the waves of the water fluttering.
The young man with thick eyebrows and the young man with a clear face walked towards the outside of the city, and gradually those huge corner towers that stood up in the wind and rain disappeared in the smoke and rain behind them.
There were several wooden pavilions along the post road outside the city, one of which happened to be called the Autumn Rain Pavilion.
It was a dilapidated pavilion wrapped in withered vines.
Looking at this dilapidated pavilion and the hurried pedestrians in the smoky rain, a rain mist also welled up in the eyes of the clean-cut young man.
This kind of pavilion was originally built to shelter pedestrians from the wind and rain, but the autumn wind and rain, in this kind of weather that is difficult to walk, pedestrians are even more hurriedly rushing, not a single person to shelter from the rain.
Life is also like this, the road and the beginning of the road and thought, often things are not what they wish.
Behind him to help him umbrella thick eyebrow young man did not have such feelings, since out of the fish market, his eyebrows have been somewhat locked, bright eyes in the murderous intent is also more and more thick.
Watching the clean-cut young man in front of him stop to look at this small pavilion, he then lowered his voice and asked, "This is it?"
The clean-cut young man crossed his arms and nodded, "Right here."
The thick-browed young man began to get a little excited, "Let me make a move?"
The clean-cut young man glanced at him, his face as calm as water, "The other party's strength is not bad, and this is Changling, we can't spend more time here, so it's appropriate for you to make a move."
The thick-browed young man grew more and more excited, his left hand that was not holding an umbrella wiped on his own clothes, as if his palms were already sweating.
The clean-cut young man seemed to be in a better mood and smiled slightly, stepping into the small pavilion and waiting quietly.
The thick-browed young man thought about it and did not follow into the small pavilion, but just stood outside the pavilion with his umbrella.
Not far away, on the road they came from, a yellow oil paper umbrella was looking like the withered yellow lotus leaves in the lotus pond, which had slowly come through.
Seeing the thick-browed young man and the clean-cut young man stop at the small pavilion in front of them, the tall and thin man under the butter paper umbrella also frowned slightly, but he still had strong confidence in himself, so he advanced without the slightest pause in his steps.
He kept walking until he was more than ten meters across from the thick-browed young man before he stopped.
The thick-browed young man raised his eyebrows and became even more excited in his heart, yet the countless killings and lessons he had learned in the past had made him develop the habit of never striking out until he heard the exact order from behind him.
"You are not a Qin." He didn't make a sound, but the clean-cut young man standing with his hands inside the pavilion spoke indifferently at this time.
The tall and thin man under the butter paper umbrella was noncommittal and said indifferently, "Looking at the situation, you two are not Qin people either."
The clean-cut young man calmly said, "Not Qin people, if the kill is also not Qin people, then it has nothing to do with the laws and regulations of the Qin Dynasty, and there is nothing that will put effort into tracking it down, you are playing a good idea, look at your emboldened appearance, I'm afraid this is not the first time that you have done this kind of business."
Could it be fishing?
The tall and thin man under the butter paper umbrella frowned, he suspiciously turned his head to look at the surrounding roads, making sure that there were no hidden Great Qin chariots in the rain, he then looked even more incomprehensibly at the clear young man who was calm to the core, and asked, "Unusual outsiders doing business in the fish market have to go through an intermediary, and don't dare to show their wealth, you guys don't abide by the rules, and now that you know full well that I specialize in what kind of business, still stopping here to wait for me, you guys also do this kind of business?"
"This kind of cutting and robbing business doesn't really interest me."
The clean-cut young man shook his head, "It's just that when someone hits on our idea, we will hit back, this is the rule of our business. On the contrary, it's you, you still dare to follow up even though you realize something is wrong, but it's a commendable courage, it's considered as an outlaw."
Butter paper umbrella under the tall thin man laughed, said: "I was originally a dragon in the pool, not a small fish and shrimp in the fish market, naturally different from the general public. Since I've spent the effort to follow me, it's good to have a clear look at least."
His laughter was sincere, and the words he said were arrogant, yet in the very next instant, before the words fell, he turned around without hesitation, and the butter paper umbrella in his hand flew out towards the thick-browed young man in front of him, while his body, like a wildly running steed, fled towards the rainy curtain at the back.
"Quite a few brains, knowing how to retreat in order to advance."
The clean-cut young man looked at the tall and thin man who instantly crashed through countless rain drops, his body wrapped in white mist, and fled furiously backward in an incomparably violent manner, and shook his head with a sigh, "It's just that since you're here, it's not up to you to think about retreating or advancing."
After saying these two sentences, he said softly to the thick-browed young man, "Do it."
At the time when his two words "Do it" softly sounded, the edge of the flying butter paper umbrella was already less than a foot away from the thick-browed young man's eyes.
The edge of the paper umbrella cut the air and rain droplets to emit the slightest sound, so that people can clearly feel the power contained therein, however, the thick-browed young man was just motionless, excitedly looking at the umbrella and the tall and thin man who fled backward.
The air suddenly resounded with a mournful whistling, a reddish-black thin sword suddenly flew out from the thick-browed young man's sleeve, like lightning breaking through the air like flying forward.
Only on the way to fly forward sliced through the handle of the butter paper umbrella, in the next instant, the butter paper umbrella will let out a buzzing sound, completely disintegrated, by the terrifying power directly shattered into a flurry of silk flakes, outward dispersion.
The tall and thin man's pupils contracted violently, and his skin tensed to a pinprick of pain.
He himself was not an ordinary cultivator, indeed he was a dragon that had crossed the river, that was why he dared to do such a thing, but between the conversation with the clear young man, he felt constrained in every way, especially at this moment's retreating for advancing, all of which were directly seen through by the other party.
Although he retreated with uneasiness in his heart, that butter paper umbrella was still his test, as long as the other party's strength wasn't as terrifying as he had imagined, then he would advance instead of retreating.
However, at this moment, the strength of this young man with thick eyebrows was even more terrifying than he had imagined!
"There was a cracking sound!
The flying sword, whose speed was already terrifying to the extreme, was even accelerating even more violently, and was even accompanied by a bursting white air mass that appeared directly in his line of sight!
The tall and thin man let out a mournful hiss, and more than ten thumb-thin lines of fire instantly appeared in the air around him, and the water vapor that wrapped around him was evaporated cleanly in an instant.
The small sword that had disappeared from his sight had already appeared behind him, and the flying sword flying at extremely high speed stabbed three times towards his back.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Three explosions.
The more than ten streaks of fire that crisscrossed in front of the flying sword were all chopped up, and the powerful force caused the tall and thin man's body to fly forward uncontrollably.
The thick-browed young man pursed his lips tightly as he took a step forward.
It was just a single step that arrived right in front of the tall and thin man who flew back.
The worn out large umbrella in his hand flew upwards into the air, and a large black sword, however, was drawn out of the umbrella's hilt.
The tall and thin cultivator's face was ghastly white, he knew that it was already a life and death situation at this point, under the pressure of the death aura, he finally erupted with extreme strength, all the true essence in his body, spewed out from the countless orifices in front of him as much as he wanted.
Countless tiny true flames appeared in front of his body, vaguely knotting up into the appearance of a red auger dragon, pouncing on the thick-browed young man.
He was right, he was not a small fish or shrimp in a shallow pond, he was a scaly dragon.
The countless true flames knotted into a scaly dragon that was even more terrifying than a real scaly dragon, and the raindrops that drifted down from above were directly burned and exploded.
The damp clothes on the thick-browed young man's body were instantly scorched dry, and he didn't even blink an eyebrow as he simply swung the black greatsword that he had pulled out from the umbrella's hilt and swung it forward.
There was a loud thud.
The black greatsword carried countless terrifying heaven and earth elemental qi, directly cracking the auger dragon formed by the true fire before knocking on the body of the tall and thin cultivator.
It wasn't like a sword at all, but like a giant hammer for iron!
A giant hammer that could even shatter an iron mountain with a single strike!
"One..."
The tall and thin man only let out a sharp tone step before the terrifying power slapped all the meridians in his body, all the bones, and drifted backward like a weightless sack.
At the time of that sword's approach, his subconscious mind also knew that he could only emit a sharp tone scale.
His heart was filled with misery.
The word "one" represented a lot of meanings.
......
Among the seven disciples of Zhao Jianfu, the first disciple was called Zhao Zhi.
Legend had it that he had two swords, one "Red Fury" and one "Broken Mountain".
However, in the mouths of practitioners of various dynasties, they used to call him "Zhao Yi".
Because unlike all the other sword masters who used two swords, his two swords, one flying sword and one melee sword, were not for attack and defense, but for attack.
He only practiced one sword power, no matter what kind of opponent it was, he would only fly out with one sword and knock out with the other.
However, very few people could catch one of his swords.
In this Changling, encountering someone who happened to be a cultivator of the Zhao Sword Furnace, and who was in the Seven True Disciples, the tall and thin man felt that he hadn't died unjustly as he crashed to the ground miserably.
Even a wave of shock and amazement overpowered the initial wretchedness and fear of death to come.
It turned out that Mr. Zhao Yi was so young, it turned out that was Mr. Zhao Si.
He, whose bones in his body had been completely shattered, even had the strength to lift his head slightly upwards out of nowhere, wanting to take another look at the clean-cut young man in the pavilion.
So that was Mr. Zhao Si.
The legendary Mr. Zhao Si was actually such a young and clean-cut person ah.
All cultivators under the heavens knew that although Mr. Zhao Si was the fourth disciple taken in by that great master of the Sword Furnace, yet his realm was the highest of all the true disciples, and all the Sword Furnace disciples listened to his orders.
Mr. Zhao Yi, who had only taken one sword, was also immensely respectful of him, and like a servant, he always followed his side and obeyed his orders.
This tall and thin cultivator eventually vaguely saw the shadow of the clear young man in the pavilion.
He died with some bewilderment, some surprise and satisfaction.
