Seeing the figure of the store clerk, Chen Ying couldn't help but spit and said: "A dog's eyes look down on people."
Liu Yuan was amused and touched Chen Ying's head. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a whimper coming from outside the store.
Chen Ying frowned, looked toward the door, and said, "Who is crying?"
Liu Yuandao: "No, girl, this is the sound of a knife."
Hearing this, Chen Ying was surprised and said: "Master, the sound of the knife shouldn't be a whimpering sound, right?"
Liu Yuandao: "Of course it is not an ordinary blade, but there is a kind of knife in the world that is an exception."
Chen Ying guessed: "Is it Fengdaoting's sword?"
Liu Yuandao: "Of course not. Although the people in Feng Dao Pavilion can turn light into swords, the knives they use are just long knives. The sound is the same as that of ordinary swords and they cannot make a whimpering sound. In the arena, , and only one sect has such weapons."
Chen Ying quickly asked which sect it was. Liu Yuan said slowly: "This is Tingfengxia's unique weapon. There is a small hole in the blade. When the knife adheres to the internal force and swings rapidly, the wind blows through the small hole and makes a whining sound. Therefore, this kind of weapon Named 'Fauchelewind'."
Chen Ying was thoughtful and concentrated on listening outside the store. She found that in addition to the whimpering sound of Fauchelewind, there was also a faint sound of flute, but the sound of the flute was intermittent. In addition, it was raining at this time, and Chen Ying's inner strength Not enough, I can't hear it clearly, I don't know if there is really a flute sound.
Liu Yuan also listened for a while and said: "It's the people from Tingfengxia and Bashan who are fighting. From the sound, it's the swordsmen from Tingfengxia who have the upper hand."
Chen Ying asked: "How did Master know this?"
Liu Yuandao: "Girl, you don't know something. If the swordsman in Tingfeng Gorge has the upper hand, he will definitely have a continuous sword intent and a long and endless whimpering sound. Isn't that the case at this time?"
Chen Ying listened carefully and found that this was really the case.
Chen Ying said: "Master, are we going to help?"
Liu Yuandao: "What are you helping? What does this matter have to do with us?"
Chen Ying suddenly choked.
While the two were chatting, a wall in Guiyun Pavilion suddenly cracked, and then a large hole as high as a person collapsed in the entire wall. A figure was knocked flying into the store through the hole, and happened to stumble. At the table of Liu Yuan and Liu Yuan.
This person was a woman, she looked to be in her twenties or thirties, her clothes were in tatters, she had dozens of stab wounds all over her body, she was bleeding, her chest was dented, her flute was broken in two, and she could no longer play the sound.
Chen Ying couldn't bear it, so she walked over to help her up and asked with concern: "Sister, are you okay?"
Before the woman could answer, a burst of laughter came from outside the store: "If you hit me, something will happen."
When Chen Ying heard the sound, a middle-aged man carrying a knife walked into the store through the hole, staring directly at the woman.
At this time, other people in the store saw the middle-aged man being so presumptuous and started yelling curses.
"You guys, how dare you disturb grandpa's drinking pleasure, get out of here!"
"Grandson, bullying women doesn't count. If you have the guts, grandpa, I'll give you a few tricks!"
The middle-aged man glanced at everyone coldly, then suddenly flew up and darted in front of those who made rude remarks. He raised his knife and dropped it. There was only a whimpering sound, and the heads of those people were cut off one after another. The sobbing didn't stop, and it sounded like the cries of those people.
Liu Yuan said softly: "The altar has returned to the void,"
Everyone in the hall was shocked except for Liu Yuan and the woman. There were many people who were less able to bear it. Seeing the bloody scene of heads and blood flowing everywhere in the hall, they felt nauseated. They held on to the table and took big mouthfuls of food. The ground vomited.
Chen Ying tried her best to endure it, but when she saw the middle-aged man walking towards her, she finally couldn't help it. She didn't have time to confess to Liu Yuan, so she ran to the side. She didn't have time to take off her veil, so she held the wall and vomited. I was very hungry at this time and hadn't eaten anything yet. All I could vomit was sour water. The more I vomited, the more uncomfortable I became.
The woman stood up slowly while holding on to the edge of the table, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood from time to time. She looked at the middle-aged man and said sadly: "Hu, do you really want to kill everyone today?"
The man surnamed Hu said: "So what if it is, so what if it is not?"
His surname is Hu, and his level of martial arts is at the stage of returning to the void. Liu Yuan suddenly opened his mouth and said, "You must be the disciple of Master Yixia."
The leader of Tingfeng Gorge is Yi Pingfan. He has three disciples and is known as the "Three Masters of Tingfeng" by people in the world. Of these three people, the one with the lowest martial arts skills is also a god.
Liu Yuan glanced at the woman and realized that she was only in the late stage of Tongxuan and was definitely no match for the man named Hu.
The man surnamed Hu stopped, looked at Liu Yuan, and said, "Yes, Hu Chaochen, may I ask who you are?"
Liu Yuan waved his hand. Fortunately, he could remain calm at this time. He even sipped his tea and said, "He's just a nobody, not worth mentioning."
Seeing Liu Yuan so calm and composed, Hu Chaochen couldn't make up his mind, and for a moment he didn't dare to take action. But after only hesitating for a moment, Hu Chaochen said: "Your Excellency and I are strangers to each other. I hope you will not stop me."
Liu Yuandao: "Please help yourself."
Hu Chaochen nodded and said, "If so, thank you very much, Your Excellency."
After saying that, Hu Chaochen rushed forward and slashed with his arm. In an instant, a loud whimpering sound was heard, which hurt people's ears.
When the woman saw the Fauchelewind knife coming, she could only hold up the broken flute to block it. Unexpectedly, due to the serious injury, he couldn't exert any strength. His legs gave out and he fell to the ground. He accidentally avoided Hu Chaochen's knife.
"Good luck, but it's a pity that there won't be a second time." Hu Chaochen slashed down with the Faucheng knife diagonally. This time, the woman couldn't avoid it. She could only close her eyes and wait for death in despair.
The whimpering suddenly stopped, and there was another "Hey" sound, followed by the sound of tables and chairs being overturned to the ground. The woman was surprised. She opened her eyes and found that Hu Chaochen had fallen several feet away. The wind-cutting blade had also been released. Instead, it was clamped by Liu Yuan's two fingers. It stopped right at the woman's neck. He only needed to get closer by an inch to kill him. killed her.
Just then, when Hu Chaochen's Faucherwind knife was about to strike, it was suddenly caught by Liu Yuan's fingers. The two competed with each other on the Faucherwind knife. The two internal forces only touched each other for a moment, and Hu Chaochen felt as if his internal organs were being burned. It felt like it was burning, so he quickly abandoned his knife and retreated. Unexpectedly, when he retreated, the internal energy in his body was so chaotic that he couldn't control his body shape for a while, knocking over tables and chairs one after another, and then fell to the ground.
Hu Chaochen's breath was disordered and he felt extremely uncomfortable. He knew that he had suffered serious internal injuries. He was furious and stared at Liu Yuan, saying, "Why did you bully me?"
Liu Yuan said calmly: "What kind of loyalty should I have to those evil people who kill innocent people indiscriminately? What's more, I really didn't lie to you. I just said I wouldn't stop your first move, but I didn't say I wouldn't stop your second move. On a whim, don’t you want to save her?”
After speaking, Liu Yuan threw out the Faucherwind knife held on his fingertips at such a fast speed that Hu Chaochen couldn't dodge, and the knife pierced his heart and nailed him to the ground.
Hu Chaochen's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that such a thing could happen in the world, but at this moment, his limbs felt cold and he couldn't exert any strength. After a while, even his breathing stopped.
The people of Tingfeng Gorge died under their own Cutwind Blade. I have to say, it's quite ironic.
