Wang Yi shook his head: "From the day I left my master, I knew that one day I would definitely die by someone else's sword, and I was ready."
Murong Shuyu thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps, I can let you survive his sword!"
"Impossible!" Wang Yi naturally didn't believe that this woman was more powerful than Jin Wuming.
Murong Bushuyu sighed and said: "He has become one with the sword. If you didn't have my help, you would have died."
Wang Yi said seriously: "If he wasn't such a master, he wouldn't be worthy of me walking to Lantian Valley in person."
Murong Shuyu thought for a moment and said, "I know his shortcomings and I can tell you."
Wang nodded, expressing his belief in what she said. If there was anyone in the world who knew the young master of Lantian Villa, it was definitely the woman in front of him.
Because she even gave birth to a child for that guy, not to mention her sword skills.
He suddenly became interested. An unparalleled swordsman may have no shortcomings in his swordsmanship, but his human nature must have an unknown side.
In Wang Yi's view, the shortcomings of human nature are also the shortcomings of swordsmanship.
Wang Yi suddenly laughed, his smile was clean and pure.
Naturally, he didn't want to die when he went to Lantian Valley, nor did he want to use his own blood to shine on Jin Wuming's sword. The person he wanted to defeat might not be Jin Wuming.
But himself.
A martial arts swordsman who has practiced to this level is already as lonely as snow. Having an earth-shattering battle of life and death is exactly what he longs for.
Murong Shuyu had a ray of light shining in his eyes, looked at him and said: "We have the same enemy, I can help you defeat and kill him."
Wang Yi shook his head and expressed disbelief: "Why are you sure I will do this?"
Murong Shuyu looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Because of your Meteor Sword Technique, others only know that you only use one sword, but I know that your sword actually has three variations."
Wang Yi didn't care at all, but said softly: "So what, even three swords can't beat him."
At this moment, Murong Shuyu had a solemn expression on his face: "I also know that you have a fourth transformation, but you have never used it in front of others."
Three swords are already good, how could there be a fourth sword?
Even the Three Swords Incident, no one in the world knew about it, because Wang Yi's sword had the same name as him.
When others see his sword, they usually die.
Only Wang Yi knew in his heart that he had never used the fourth transformation that his master taught him in front of others.
Murong Shuyu looked at Wang Yi who looked lonely and suddenly increased his tone.
Looking at Wang Yi, he said coldly: "If I were Jian Shisan, you would be dead now!"
A murderous aura suddenly appeared on the weak woman in front of him. He was very familiar with this aura, an aura that could only appear on the peerless killer.
Appearing on Murong Shuyu's body without warning shows that this woman is indeed capable of killing.
"Swish!" sounded out, but Murong Shuyu had an extra sword in his hand!
As she said herself, at this moment she was Jin Wuming of Lantian Villa. If she hadn't told Wang Yi in advance, maybe Wang Yi would have fallen at her feet by now.
Murong Shuyu continued: "Look carefully, I will only use it once!"
A ray of sunlight in the sky passed through the woods outside the pavilion and fell on Murong Shuyu's sword, as if a flower bloomed at this moment.
The Murong Shuyu in Wang's eyes suddenly turned into a sword, with a flower about to bloom that he couldn't refuse.
Whether he wants it or not.
Murong Shuyu's sword was very slow, but the flower on the sword bloomed not slowly, it could even be said to be very fast.
Wang Yi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he unknowingly placed the sword box behind him on his lap.
Murong Shuyu's flower-like sword has already stabbed him...
The sword is blooming rapidly like a flower. It is just an ordinary flower, so where is the flaw?
Fanhua was getting closer to Wang Yi inch by inch, making him feel cold all over. He even forgot to open the sword box and take out his black sword to resist the life-threatening sword in front of him!
Wang Yiru felt like a cat with exploded hair. He felt cold sweat break out from behind him and shouted: "I'm dead!"
But at this moment, the flower that had bloomed in front of his eyes had disappeared in an instant, and Murong Shuyu slowly put back the sword in his hand.
Murong Shuyu looked down at the sword in his hand and asked, "Have you seen it clearly?"
Wang nodded, then shook his head desperately.
Murong Shuyu sighed and said quietly: "You can see clearly when I draw the sword, that's because I slowed down countless times, but he can't."
The king nodded in agreement, and sitting in front of him was a dangerous woman.
Murong Shuyu sighed again and said with a wry smile: "I will fight with all my strength. The speed of this sword will not be slower than his."
Wang Yi finally understood that it was not that he had never met a master. The woman in front of him was the most terrifying person he had encountered since his debut.
He didn't know about Jin Wuming because the two hadn't fought against each other yet.
Murong Shuyu thought for a while, but then asked in confusion: "You were so scared just now, why didn't you draw your sword?"
Wang Yi shook his head and replied: "Because I don't want to kill you. Once my sword comes out of the box, it will see blood."
Touching the sword box gently, Wang Yi sighed softly.
In his opinion, it was fortunate that Murong Shuyu withdrew the sword at the last moment, otherwise he would inevitably not draw the sword in order to survive. If the sword came out, it would naturally hurt someone.
Murong Shuyu raised her head, stared into his eyes and said, "That sword just now was like a flower. When it blooms in front of your eyes, it means you are going to die..."
Wang Yi moved his lips, and after a long while he replied: "A mayfly's life is about life and death... What a sword technique of life and death."
Murong Shuyu looked at him and asked: "Isn't human life the same as that mayfly?"
Wang Yi sighed, looked at her and said quietly: "You should give up this idea."
After saying that, he put the sword box behind his back again, looked at the woman in front of him and said: "Live strong, there is no need to beg me to die, you and I have no grievances, and I will not use my sword against you!"
Life and death, it turned out that this woman wanted to use her own sword to end her miserable life.
Although Wang Yi kills without blinking an eye, he cannot kill an unrelated woman.
When Murong Shuyu heard this, she couldn't help covering her face and crying.
Wang Yi sighed and grinned: "I originally didn't want to talk to you, but in order to thank you for your kindness, I decided to kill him."
Murong Shuyu murmured with a bitter smile: "Do you have a way to kill him?"
Shaking his head, Wang Yi replied: "I didn't originally, but I met you."
After saying that, he stood up, drank the glass of wine in front of him like the scorching sun and like a knife, and said, "I hope to live a good life in this world."
A gust of wind passed by, and Wang Yi came out of the pavilion.
He did not tell Murong Shuyu how he could kill the person who was fighting him.
Murong Shuyu did not ask him how much he understood his sword, because Wang Yi had already walked out of a long pavilion.
Looking at Wang Yi's back, she couldn't help but murmur to herself: "If anyone else in the world can defeat him, I'm afraid it's only you."
But Wang Yi didn't hear her words.
He only had eyes for the boy in front of him, a boy named Xiaoguang.
Just when he was about to shout out, Xiaoguang turned to look at him, so he asked angrily: "What do you think I am doing?"
Wang Yi originally wanted to say that your mother asked you to go back, but it was inappropriate to think about it.
I looked around but didn't see the monk's shadow, so I couldn't help but look at Xiaoguang who was chewing a piece of cake and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Xiaoguang shook his head, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the money and I'll tell you where he is."
Wang Yi frowned: "What if I have no money?"
Xiaoguang smiled faintly: "If you don't have money, just wait and collect his body. I'm not trying to scare you."
So Wang Yiyi touched his body again and again, and finally took out five silver coins and handed them to him.
Xiaoguang shook his head: "I think that monk seems to have more than five silver coins. Are you too stingy?"
Wang Yi smiled bitterly and said, "How many do you want?"
Xiaoguang glanced at Murong Shuyu in the pavilion and smiled thoughtfully: "I'm not afraid of you defaulting on your debt. How about you owe me a hundred gold coins?"
Wang Yi laughed when he heard this: "As a gentleman, you are not afraid that I am a villain?"
Xiaoguang shook his head and said: "If you are a villain, I will kill you myself when I grow up. You have to believe that I have this ability."
The king nodded: "In this case, I owe you five hundred gold coins. If the debt is large, don't worry. You will come to kill me sooner or later anyway."
Xiaoguang rolled his eyes, sighed and said, "You're not bad, so let's be like this. You go and make money. Maybe I'll come to you in a few days to kill you."
Wang Yi looked at him and laughed: "Don't worry, the debts of a long life will be paid back in a long time. Maybe I will suddenly be rich tomorrow."
Xiaoguang frowned and warned: "My money is not that easy to owe, you have to remember."
Wang Yi waved his hand: "As long as you remember to come to me to collect debts from time to time."
"you can go now."
Xiaoguang clapped his hands and walked into the pavilion. As he walked, he said, "Your friend went to the back of the woods with others to fight."
Wang Yi was shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect that in just a blink of an eye, who would come to the honest monk to fight for his life?
So he couldn't help but ask: "Who wants to kill the monk?"
Xiao Guangren had already entered the pavilion, but his voice reached Wang Yi's ears: "I don't know him. If you don't go, I'm afraid your friend's blood will be drained."
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Wang Yi was startled, and his body was blown behind the woods like a whirlwind.
No matter who is looking for trouble, he must not watch the honest monk fall in front of him.
However, when he walked around and found the honest monk, he found that he was already leaning under a tree in a daze.
There was a silk scarf wrapped around his arm, and blood was oozing from the scarf. It was obvious that he had been hit by a sword.
"I just left for a while, and you were targeted? Who is he?" Wang Yi didn't believe that ordinary people could hurt an honest monk.
The honest monk smiled bitterly and said, "Night owl."
"owl?"
Wang Yi thought for a while and asked: "So he followed us all the way? What happened with this sword? Did you let him stab you on purpose?"
The honest monk smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi couldn't believe it. Didn't he believe that an honest monk couldn't defeat that guy named Night Owl?
The honest monk sighed and said leisurely: "Don't say you don't believe it, I don't believe that I would be hurt by that kid's sword."
Wang Yi stretched out his hand and pinched the honest monk's hand, and quietly searched for him: "But you were almost killed by his sword."
The honest monk chuckled: "Don't worry, I won't die yet... Actually, I originally thought I could defeat him with just two moves, but I was wrong..."
Wang Yi thought for a moment and asked, "Is it possible that that kid has secretly learned a new swordsmanship from someone else recently?"
The honest monk retracted his arm, and the wound was instantly pulled and painful. He grinned and cursed: "It must be, otherwise, why would he hurt me?"
