The boat sailed to a place more than ten feet away from Xian Bridge. Although it was in the current waves, it seemed to be in still water, motionless.
There were two people standing on the bow of the boat. Judging from their clothes, they were a man and a woman.
Everyone in Xianqiao focused their attention on the man and the woman, their eyes exuding a frightening murderous aura, as if the weapons on their bodies were already piercing each other.
This time, it was Chen Qinglan who led the snake out of the cave to surround and suppress the Nestorian remnants. The Di Sect dispatched four masters, three of the fourth grade and one of the third grade. This was already half of the Di Sect's elite force in Suzhou.
Gu, Lu, Zhu and Zhang also sent their own experts.
Zhu Jiuchun was also present, and beside him was a beautiful girl dressed in white. She was the junior sister who studied with him in Lei Yuan Zong. This girl's name was Duan Yuying. Her other identity was a Taoist priest from Yunhuifengsu Gan of Lei Yuan Zong. daughter.
Duan Yuying and Zhu Jiuchun are both at the fourth level of cultivation. They are considered the leaders of the younger generation of Lei Yuan Sect. Being able to step from the fifth level to the fourth level is already considered to be another level of martial arts.
After all, not every martial artist can survive the first martial arts tribulation, and not every martial artist has strong backup resources. When passing through the martial arts tribulation, there are literary masters who recite blessings and mantras to protect the law.
Often reaching the peak of the fifth rank means that death is imminent for most martial artists.
Zhu Jiuchun asked a calm old man beside him: "Mr. Zhou, do you think these two people are remnants of Nestorianism?"
This old man's name is Zhou Qian. He is a loyal retainer of the Zhu family and a third-grade master. Together with Liu Guangmu, another third-grade master of the Zhu family, they are also known as the Zhu family's two heroes.
The two heroes of the Zhu family have been in the third rank for more than 20 years, and they are expected to be promoted to the second rank, so they are particularly relied upon by the Zhu family.
As for Liu Guangmu being seriously injured in Suzhou Wenting last time, otherwise he would probably be there tonight.
Life and death battles between masters, meridians training and baptism, are also one of the ways to improve one's cultivation. This kind of opportunity is rare in a lifetime.
Zhou Qian responded: "I think it can't be wrong, and it's not a small fish or shrimp."
Someone in Xianqiao said loudly: "There are two people on the boat, please tell me your names." Although the voice was clear and clear, it contained a threatening pressure.
This man's name was Feng Shoudao. He was a close bodyguard of Lu Tao, the governor of Suzhou. He was an official of Zhonglang General and the commander of the imperial guards of Suzhou.
Although he is an official of the imperial court, he takes orders from the Lu family.
In the territory of Suzhou, the Suzhou Prefecture Guards are like the private army of the Lu family, but they are justly raised.
Feng Shoudao entered the third rank more than a year ago, and he is only in his early thirties. According to the saying that after the fifth rank, each promotion to a rank requires the same effort and time as before. Feng Shoudao has entered the martial arts for twenty years, but He is a person who is expected to enter the second level at the age of fifty.
From this point of view, Feng Shoudao's future achievements will be higher than those of the two heroes of the Zhu family.
The men and women in the boat looked at each other.
The man said: "Miao Xian, it seems that I am well prepared tonight."
The woman responded: "Xiao Xiong, I'm afraid tonight will be unlucky. I didn't expect that after twenty years apart, this reunion time would be so short."
The man laughed loudly: "My brothers in the religion died in battle, but I, Xiao Xiong, have survived for twenty years. I feel guilty and uneasy every moment of the day, and I am ready for martyrdom every moment of the day. It's a pity..." He turned around as he spoke. I glanced at the oiran's boat that was flowing slowly with the water.
The woman said: "I have been able to protect the saint for nearly twenty years, and I can also protect her tonight."
Xiao Xiong nodded: "As long as we can protect the saint and leave safely, it would be a shame for both of us to die."
He shouted loudly: "Xiao Xiong, the Nestorian envoy of Great Qin, is here!"
Miao Xian responded: "Miao Xian, the observer of Nestorianism in the Great Qin Dynasty!"
When everyone in Xianqiao heard this, they secretly exclaimed that it was indeed a big fish.
Nestorianism in the Great Qin Dynasty had two kings, King Mingyao of the Sun and King Qinghui of Duanyue. Both the Sun and Moon Kings were immortal demons. Fortunately, they died in the great war twenty years ago.
Next are the four guardian elders.
The six envoys of Xuan, Guan, Sheng, Li, Ji, and Yi are the six envoys of Nestorianism. Corresponds to Nestorian moral principles: Mysterious inaction: Guan Qiyuanzong: Establishment of life: Reasons and forgetfulness: Benefiting materials and benefiting people: It is appropriate to conduct the world.
These twelve people are Nestorian elites, and they are all powerful figures in martial arts.
Fortunately, in Suzhou, a land of dragons and tigers, today the four clans have united with the Earth Sect to bring out all the elites. In other places, they would have talked about encircling and suppressing two people, but even if they wanted to capture one of them, it would be impossible.
Over the years, the remnants of Nestorianism have changed their surnames and gone into hiding. Today, the two envoys of Ji and Guan gathered together, and the identity of the owner of the oiran-painted boat behind him was evident.
Although it is not certain, everyone already knows in their minds that it should be the sixteen words spread by Nestorianism: Mortal women become saints, a supreme treasure. In harmony with heaven and earth, restore my light.
Nestorian saint!
Someone in Xianqiao called out: "Brother Zhang, long time no see. Maybe I should call you Brother Xiao."
When everyone heard that someone was greeting the remnants of the Nestorian religion, they immediately looked over.
The person who spoke was a tall, thin and slender man, giving people the impression of being frail and careless.
Just now, he did not attract any attention among the dozens of people, but now his eyes are unusually bright and radiant, giving people an unfathomable feeling.
Zhu Jiuchun saw a long knife stuck diagonally on the man's back and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zhou, he is a reclusive figure in the Zhang family - Wei Sanren, the King of Swordsmen."
Zhou Qian nodded: "It's Wei Sanren. I didn't even know he was there. It seems that he should have reached the point where he has no breath." It is easy to release the true energy but difficult to collect it. He is already at the third level, but he didn't feel Wei Sanren at all just now. The presence.
Zhu Jiuchun was shocked: "Second grade."
Zhou Qian said: "Probably not yet."
Zhu Jiuchun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiao Xiong laughed loudly: "Brother Wei, tonight you and I are our own masters. Let's reminisce about our old love among the swords."
Gu Jin said, tearing off one of his sleeves and cutting off his robe, clearly indicating that he was a sworn enemy.
Wei Sanren stood on the bridge and looked down. Their eyes were as sharp as razor blades. They immediately locked arms and locked arms with each other. Before they even exchanged blows, they were already clashing with each other.
Wei Sanren smiled and said: "Brother Zhang, brother, I have been wandering at the peak of the third level for many years. Is a free fight with you tonight an opportunity to break through to the third level?"
Yes, the higher the cultivation level, in addition to accumulation, you also need an opportunity to advance to the third level. Some people will find it difficult to find this opportunity to break through to the third level in their lifetime.
The path of martial arts is a path in which a human body transforms into a spirit. God blocks it and there are many obstacles.
Many warriors believe that the only way to achieve phoenix nirvana is to risk death and live another life.
Wei Sanren hoped that after not seeing each other for so many years, Xiao Xiong's cultivation would not fall behind. It would be best to force him to the point of life and death.
There is no end to progress, which is also the pursuit of true martial artists.
Xiao Xiong laughed: "Brother Wei, although you and I know each other, I have never felt like holding your head in my hands."
"Okay! This is what my brother has been waiting for."
Wei Sanren said loudly: "Tonight is a life and death battle between me and Brother Zhang. Please don't interfere between us, comrades. If not, don't blame Wei for being ruthless with his mighty sword."
The mighty sword! As expected, it was Wei Sanren, the Sword King.
There was once a master craftsman who made two swords and presented them to Emperor Gaozu. One was good at winning and the other was powerful. They were passed down as treasures.
Wei Sanren's sword is Wei Sheng.
At this moment, it was up to a powerful person like Wei Sanren to test Xiao Xiong's strength first, and naturally no one refused.
Zhu Jiuchun asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zhou, do you think it is possible for Wei Sanren to take the opportunity to let Xiao Xiong go?" I just heard that the two were acquaintances and had a close friendship, so Zhu Jiuchun asked this question.
Zhou Qian responded: "Wei San people have been longing for this opportunity to meet their opponents for a long time. In order to find the opportunity to risk their lives and survive, Wei San people have no chance of holding back."
Wei Sanren drew his sword. The sword was powerful and thick, and the color of the sword was light green.
Just the force of drawing the sword has made many people with weaker cultivation tremble slightly, and their backs feel like they have been plunged into an ice cellar. They feel that the light green light has penetrated their backs as if they were solid.
Wei Sanren asked: "What kind of weapon does Brother Zhang use? Is it still a pair of flesh palms?"
He and Zhang Xiong were both dead men of the loyal and famous Zhang Gong. He was in the light, while Zhang Xiong was in the dark. Everyone knew Wei Sanren, the sword king, but they didn't know about Zhang Xiong. They didn't expect this colleague who also protected Zhang Gong. It was actually Xiao Xiong, the Nestorian envoy of the Great Qin Dynasty.
Such a well-known figure must have a good reputation, and his heart was even more passionate, eager for a battle.
Xiao Xiong responded: "Wei Sanren, don't waste time, hurry up and die, so that I can hold your head and deal with those guys."
"good!"
Oops!
Like a tiger roaring.
Wei Sanren took action.
Before the knife arrives, the force of the blade's true energy breaks through the water first. The surface of the river cracks like a fish skimming the water, and the cracked water surface becomes smooth and wrinkle-free like tofu dropped by a knife.
Because it was so fast, the water had not turned into a beady state at the moment it was cut by the force of the true energy, so it was possible to create such a strange scene.
It's like an ordinary person holding a sharp sword to draw water, he can only draw a splash of water.
This knife made many people ask themselves, under the pressure of the strong Qi of the Sword King Wei Sanren, they had some chance of escaping. They were afraid that the blade would be cut in half by the Qi before the blade could reach them.
More than ten feet away, Wei Sanren's blade arrived in the blink of an eye, and the two people on the boat were about to be cut into pieces together with the boat.
A strange scene appeared.
Wei Sanren's sword missed the target. Not to mention Xiao Xiong, even the boat was unharmed.
Wow, there was a huge splashing sound behind him.
However, it was only after Wei Sanren finished slashing with his sword that the water splash fell and made a sound.
If Wei San's feet are lightly touched by the water, he who reaches the fifth level of martial arts can control the invisible air, and those with higher cultivation level can control objects. Therefore, it is not unusual for people to float on the water. To be able to be as still as Wei San is standing on the water is not uncommon. There aren’t many on land.
Wei Sanren smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, what's going on? I've never missed a target in my life."
Xiao Xiong smiled and said: "This is my Nestorian spiritual protection skill, the four-pole magic skill, the four techniques of inducing, pushing, moving and only. I used the moving technique just now."
Wei Sanren smiled and said, "Okay, this is really an eye-opener for my brother. Come again!"
Xiao Xiong fought with bare hands.
For a moment, all I could see was water splashing on the wide canal. One wave was unstable and another wave appeared. It was as dense as a rain of knives falling from the sky, and the screams of palms and knives filled my ears.
The figures of the two people were mixed in the dark water waves, seemingly visible at the same time completely invisible.
The two men were of similar cultivation level and had the same strength. They could only fight with each other and rely on the skill of their moves and the strength of their blades to defeat their opponents.
And if there is a huge disparity in cultivation, it is just a matter of one blow.
This is like an egg that can never touch a stone, but when two stones collide, one of them can defeat the other with its sharpness.
At this moment, the two of them are like two stones, using their sharp points to defeat each other's weak points.
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