Four people, four swords!
Four people, all dressed in gorgeous clothes, could not cover up the faint touch of wind and sand. Wind and sand like this could only come from the desert outside the Great Wall.
Four people, younger than twenty, the oldest one has some gray hair, and the two middle-aged people have gloomy faces, just like the shopkeepers who just came out of the coffin shop.
Picking up Lone Wolf's scabbard from the ground, Wang Yi thought it was a good thing. It was richly decorated and could be worth a lot of money.
He only had gems in his eyes and couldn't see the four people slowly coming towards him because he didn't know these four guys.
For others, the unknown is danger.
Wang Yi disagreed, because he encountered too many dangers, so many that they made him numb.
Just like a person crawling out of a pile of dead people, there is no dead person in his eyes.
With a wave of his hand, Wang Yi threw the sword that had fallen to the ground into the woods not far away. Wang Yi took out the handkerchief he had used to clean the sword and gently wiped the gem on the scabbard.
Fortunately, this stuff is real.
The four people who came slowly finally stood outside the pavilion, opposite Wang Yi.
The gray-haired old man looked at Wang Yi, who looked like a miser, with obvious disgust.
After thinking about it, he still raised his hands and said, "The four of you are from outside Yanmen Pass. The Four Tigers of Feng Yun, who are famous in the desert, are talking about us. I am Boss Ma."
"I am Zhuge Yun, the second tiger, Tang Jiutian, the third tiger, and Xiang Xiaoyi, the fourth tiger... We came all the way just to fight you and then kill you!"
The youngest young man said coldly to Xiao Yi: "Are you the Meteor Sword King One?"
Like the Lone Wolf, the Four Tigers of the Desert also wanted to kill the Meteor Sword, and then become famous all over the world, and then sweep across the Central Plains.
They didn't believe that the four of them could defeat Wang Yi who was less than twenty.
In the eyes of Boss Ma, Xiang Xiaoyi is the youngest of the four tigers, and he can sweep across the desert, let alone the four brothers who came here together.
Wang Yi sighed quietly, looked at Xiang Xiaoyi and asked: "I don't have a name written on my face, why do you think I am Wang Yi?"
People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong. This is Wang Yi.
All the way from Jiangnan to Chang'an, he had not been idle for a few days. Monks kept coming to him to challenge him to duels, and he was tired of it.
However, he didn't know that the four tigers in the desert in front of him were more cruel to Xiao Yi than him.
Within a few years of his debut, he has already earned the nickname "Crazy Tiger!"
Xiang Xiaoyi looked at him with an indifferent expression and shook his head. He pointed at the sword box behind Wang Yi and said, "As long as you keep carrying this sword box, no one will know you!"
Wang Yi sighed: "I can't help it. This sword is a bit heavy. It can't be carried on my shoulders all day long, right?"
In fact, his sword does not weigh much. A sword weighing less than forty pounds is not considered an epee.
It's just that since his master made him this sword box, he has become accustomed to carrying the sword behind his back, so that his hands can be freed and his life is simpler.
And the sword wielded by Xiang Xiaoyi, the fourth of the Four Tigers in the Storm, is not light. One sword weighs thirty-three pounds, which is considered a heavy sword in the desert.
Even the sword of Big Tiger Horse Boss is not as heavy as his, so he earned the name of Crazy Tiger at a young age.
After thinking for a while, Wang Yi asked: "Did you write that letter, or was it written by this guy on the ground?"
At the pavilion, beside the ancient road, I want my own life.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a joke. If the four tigers in front of him are keeping him, there is no way he will have to use his sword again.
There is no one in the eyes of the four tigers, only Wang Yi.
They had just come from the inn. They had replenished their energy and spirit and kept their aura at its most or most vigorous. All they could see was Wang Yi, who was carrying a sword case and holding an empty scabbard.
They simply ignored the dead people on the ground!
They need a victory, need to use Wang Yi's blood, and use Wang Yi's head to prove that they are not wrong in leaving the desert, if this is the result.
The life and death of others cannot be seen by the four tigers.
Crazy Tiger smiled at Xiao Yi and said coldly: "Whether we stay or not, it doesn't make any difference to you, because we are here!"
The big tiger horse boss said: "I thought only the four of us brothers made an appointment with you. It seems that many people want your life."
Wang Yi sighed, looked at the woods not far away and said: "There are many people who want my life. The grass on some people's graves has withered several times, but I am still alive."
Zhuge Yun, the second tiger, scolded: "Today is different from the past, because I am here!"
After patting the sword box, Wang Yi replied helplessly: "Then let me see your swords." After speaking, he opened the sword box and quietly took out the black sword.
After thinking for a while, he asked, "Are we just going to win or lose?" If that's the case, Wang Yi has no intention of taking action. As long as he wants to leave, no one can keep him.
Unexpectedly, the fourth crazy tiger replied: "It is also divided into life and death!"
Sanhu Tang Jiutian said: "When we draw our swords, we will see blood, otherwise it would be too late for you to wipe your neck now."
Wang Yi nodded thoughtfully, turned his gaze away from the woods, and replied quietly: "That's good!"
"Which one of you will go first?" Wang Yi couldn't wait any longer.
Sanhu Tang Jiutian replied: "We brothers are of the same mind, regardless of each other, so naturally we will go together!"
Wang Yi frowned, then felt relieved and replied: "Then let's go together, I happen to be in a hurry too!"
"Zang! Zang..." Four sword sounds sounded at the same time.
However, the four tigers unsheathed their long swords at almost the same moment and attacked Wang Yi in four directions.
Sure enough, the four tigers are united, why do they care about group fights?
The swords of the four of them have been unsheathed. When the swords are drawn out, they will drink blood, chop off Wang Yi's head, and become famous.
The swords of the four people fell together like four bolts of lightning. In front of Wang Yi's eyes, it seemed like four bolts of thunder and lightning fell from the sky and struck in front of him.
The swords of the Four Tigers are all different. There is the fierce and fierce Boss Ma, the thunderous Tang Jiutian, or the Crazy Tiger Sword that is as cruel as a poisonous snake...
In the eyes of the Four Tigers, Wang Yi was already a dead man.
Boss Ma didn't know how many there were at this moment, because he had already thrust out thirteen swords.
Zhuge Yun didn't care about the swordsmanship of the boss and the fourth tiger. His only idea was to chop off Wang Yi's head with one sword. From then on, he would be the boss of the Four Tigers.
Xiang Xiaoyi thought that you guys would go first and let me make the final blow. If he was stabbed in the chest by me, he would definitely die.
Tang Jiutian shouted: "You are already dead!"
Just when the four tigers were divided into four different directions, the four long swords attacked Wang Yi like lightning.
A ray of sunset suddenly fell from the sky, shining on Wang Yi's black sword.
Then a meteor flashed past the eyes of the four of them, flashing past like fireworks in the night sky...
Then Crazy Tiger suddenly discovered something terrifying to Xiao Yi, a fact that could drive him crazy instantly.
"Plop! Plop..."
The three tigers who rushed in front fell in front of him without warning, and each of them had a thin scratch on their neck.
Just when he was stunned and about to let out a shrill cry...
Three blood flowers bloomed from the necks of the three men from the Four Tigers of the Desert. In just an instant, the yellow sand on the ground was dyed red, spreading towards his feet like a spring.
The three tigers, who were invincible across the desert, fell to Wang Yi's meteor sword in an instant.
Xiang Xiaoyi's whole body was so cold that he couldn't even move his legs, allowing Sanhu's blood to flow slowly and dye his boots red.
He raised his head and saw that Wang Yi had returned to the pavilion.
The black meteor sword inlaid with gems had been put into the sword box by Wang Yi at some point.
Xiang Xiaoyi felt a cold sweat all over his body and said in a daze: "You are really Wang Yi...how could you..."
Wang Yi interrupted him and replied coldly: "Go away, I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill anyone anymore."
Xiang Xiaoyi didn't believe it and had to ask: "Why?"
There was a look of loneliness on Wang Yi's face: "Because of loneliness, I changed my mind and gave you a chance to kill me with a sword."
Crazy Tiger Xiang Xiao felt his whole body trembling. He knew Wang Yi was insulting him, but he still couldn't move forward, let alone swing his sword to fight Wang Yi.
Sanhu died in front of him without even making a sound.
From now on, he will be a veritable crazy tiger, the only tiger.
Wang Yi said coldly: "You can go back to the desert to practice swordsmanship. When you reach the age of Dahu, you can come to me for revenge."
Although Xiang Xiaoyi's whole body was trembling, he had no intention of flinching: "If by that time, you are killed by someone else, what will I do? Who should I go to to fight to the death?"
When Wang Yi heard this, he was startled and said with a smile: "You deserve it. If you dare to take a step forward today, I will kill you. Do you want to try?"
Shen Xiaoyi naturally did not dare to step forward, so he could only reply bitterly: "You'd better go to the temple to burn incense more often, and don't die by other people's swords so quickly!"
Wang Yi thought for a while and replied calmly: "That's not necessary. Someone will burn incense and pray to Buddha for me."
A ray of twilight fell on Crazy Tiger Xiang Xiaoyi, and he instantly merged with the night and disappeared in front of Wang Yi.
He didn't even collect Sanhu's body, but turned around and left.
After walking out of the pavilion, Wang Yi groped around the four people on the ground. After all his efforts, all the spoils were his.
He is a human being, he has to eat, stay in an inn and wear clothes. If someone gives money, he cannot waste it.
After cleaning the battlefield on the ground, Wang Yi sighed, looked at the woods not far away and said, "Did you burn incense for me today?"
The last golden glow fell from the sky, and a voice came from the woods: "No."
The voice of the visitor was a little cold and magnetic. If Wang Yi were replaced by a woman, she would definitely like such a voice.
It's a pity that he is Wang Yi.
Wearing a clean monk's robe, with a handsome and beautiful face, a pair of dark eyes and a talking monk, he walked slowly from the woods.
He walked slowly, but before Wang Yi could speak again, he walked into the pavilion.
Wang Yi looked at his appearance and couldn't help but cursed: "You call yourself an honest monk, but you are born like this. I think you should be called Hua Monk."
Lai You was not angry, he just replied quietly: "I am really an honest monk, have you forgotten?"
Wang Yi took a long breath and said with a smile: "You are so shameless. Even if you are a monk, you are not afraid of being like me and being hacked by someone one day!"
The honest monk looked at him and said quietly: "You seem to have forgotten one thing."
Wang Yi was startled, and then replied calmly: "Yes, I forgot that you are not only an honest monk, but also a money-grubbing flower monk."
The honest monk silently looked at the ground outside the pavilion and murmured to himself: "What a good sword!"
When Wang heard this, he smiled even more happily: "I didn't expect that besides women, you also like silver and swords?"
The honest monk nodded and agreed with Wang Yi's statement: "I will accept the sword of Lone Wolf. The sword of the Four Tigers of Storm is not bad and is worth a lot of money."
Wang Yi sighed: "When I was working hard, you hid there and watched the excitement, and now you are going out to pick peaches?" For him, there is no need for these guys' swords.
Because he has collected the money bags of four people.
And the honest monk's answer was indeed honest: "Yes, I like them all, how about it?"
Wang Yi smiled, he just liked the honest monk who obviously wanted it but had to pretend to be honest and kind, making people unable to refuse.
So he smiled and said: "I have collected their purses, and the sword belongs to you."
