The night wind in Situ Jianzhuang was blowing, and the fighting in the rivers and lakes resounded through the bright moon. The handsome Taoist Priest with white face stared at the confused Cao Mengning with a smile.
His old face was gloomy, and his eyes were as wide as a goshawk. He wanted to see if there was an old guy hidden in his young face, and suspected that he had used some kind of unnatural means to make him look young again.
"Grandmaster realm at the age of fifteen or sixteen?"
After several breaths of time, there is still no result. Regardless of the energy and age, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old. How can he become a master in his teens?
Zhao Zhengli lost his patience. After all, this old guy had a great time beating two young masters. A strange smile appeared on his fair face, and then he clenched his fists from the air and unleashed his full energy to blast towards Cao Mengning.
"Bang!"
The transformed fist of Zhenqi came rolling like thunder. The old man Cao Mengning reacted quickly. He held the sword across his chest to block the fierce punch, then drew the sword and slashed Zhao Zhengli's arm sideways. The white-faced Taoist priest Zhao Zhengli retreated in the air. The formed sword energy passed directly in front of him and struck the table more than ten meters long in the courtyard below. There was only a crisp "click" sound and it broke instantly. The remaining sword energy even left a groove as wide as an arm on the floor tiles. .
Many people in the world were secretly glad that they could dodge quickly, otherwise they would be killed in two if it fell on them.
After everyone reacted, they noticed that the bandit hero who was fighting in the air did not take advantage of the weapon.
"Does a hero need a weapon?"
Four or five Jianghu men threw their weapons.
"I, Old Song, would like to borrow the Xuantie Heavy Sword."
"I, old lady Ding, have a nine-foot-high dragon's trump card."
"I, Mr. Dong, have a long-handled crescent knife to borrow."
Zhao Zhengli was not polite and grabbed the long-handled crescent knife: "Thank you!"
Then he held the handle of the knife with both hands, twisted his body, and slashed backwards from bottom to top. The nearly several feet of transformed zhenqi shone brightly in the night sky, as if it was about to split the sky. There is a "whooshing" sound in mid-air.
"break"
Cao Mengning couldn't avoid it in the sky, and he also swung his sword downward with all his strength. The several-meter-long sword shadow collided with the sword shadow rising up in the air, making a deafening roar. The collision of the two sides' true energy exploded louder than the courtyard below. bonfire, the night sky shook.
The aftermath caused dozens of people below to become unstable and stagger. No one is afraid of fighting in the Grandmaster realm, and they can't believe that one of them is only over ten years old.
Dong Laoer, who borrowed the long-handled crescent sword, was so shocked that he was speechless. He couldn't believe that his weapon was so powerful.
The two people in the sky had moved to the top of the wall. Their swords and swords collided with each other, leaving countless afterimages in the night sky. Cao Mengning in black robe flew into the air and stabbed "with a touch of water" and "sealed the throat with one sword". Zhao Zhengli in long gown raised his knife and "swept" "Tangji" raises the sword to slash horizontally in the "Breaking Heaven Style".
After several rounds of fighting, dozens of moves had passed, and the walls were even more pitted and disfigured. They moved to the outside of the manor wall again, and in the dark night, they could only hear the collision of swords and the aftermath of the transformed energy all over the sky.
At this time, Situ Jianzhuang was drawing to a close. After all, they were still in the Junior Grandmaster realm, and they were outnumbered. The men in black robes were killed one by one in the wheel battle.
There were also casualties among the Jianghu people. The strong man Lao Yue was left with bloody wounds on his arm and shoulder. The two Bihuajian sisters were also injured internally. Hu Hai and Situ Qing were injured internally by Cao Mengning earlier. They were guarded from behind and did not participate in the battle.
Compared to the people in the Jianghu who helped, it was much more tragic. Three people died, and the other two lost their arms and were hit by swords in their waists.
The Situ family was busy bandaging and treating, and Lao Yue was also being bandaged. He was not worried at all about the bleeding wound, but instead jumped up to the wall to watch the battle between the two masters.
Everyone jumped onto the wall or walked out of the courtyard. The battle between the two masters entered a fierce stage. The old man in black robe, Cao Mengning, launched a blow with the "Tornado Seven Star Sword". He held the sword and rotated in the air. With the blessing of true energy, the sword was surrounded by light, like a sword. The sight of the Seven Swords transformed into a sword, and his body was like a strong wind carrying sword intent, causing flying sand and rocks to hit Zhao Zhengli's direction.
Daochang Zhao held the crescent moon sword tightly with both hands, and used all his strength to spin up and down in the air. This was the "fearlessness" in Pu Wei's "Keeping Nothing to Create Void" of the Six Paths, "One Way Transforms Ten Thousands".
Daochang Zhao couldn't transform into "ten thousand", nor could he transform into the "thousands" that his senior brother Pu Wei killed the bandits back then, but he could still do it by dozens or hundreds. He only saw him spinning around and slashing down hundreds of zhenqi sword shadows, and then they overlapped one after another. A sword fell in and struck steadily on the seven long swords carried by the storm.
. "Boom" exploded, and the aftermath spread like ocean waves for dozens of miles, making it impossible for onlookers to watch directly. When everything dissipated, Zhao Zhengli turned sideways and swept across with the long handle of the crescent moon sword, hitting Cao Mengning on the back of the neck. The silent night sky There was a "clicking" sound of bones breaking.
The man fell to the ground. Cao Mengning, who had been hit hard on the back of his neck, retracted his sword in a muffled voice and fought back. Daochang Zhao, who had a cold look on his face, cut off his sword-holding arm with his sword.
"ah!"
The screams and howls resounded through the night sky, and the battle on the wall and outside the courtyard also felt a chill in their arms. At this moment, everyone looked at the white-faced boy with as much fear as a demon.
Zhao Zhengli did not waste any extra moves. He slashed down with the knife and then turned the blade. At this moment, Cao Mengning's face finally showed fear. It was the fear of death. Before he could speak, the blade was pushed forward, and the head fell to the ground, and the howling sound was heard. Stopped abruptly.
"Pfft!"
Cao Mengning's neck was like a fountain. The spectators shrank their necks involuntarily and felt faintly sweating.
The noisy night has now become quiet. Even the chirping of insects in summer has disappeared. In silence, outside Situ Jianzhuang, Zhao Zhengli walks towards the crowd of spectators holding a long-handled crescent-moon sword dripping with blood.
Everyone's pupils were shrunk and their muscles were tense. Even though Daoist Zhao was fair and handsome, with a kind smile, he still couldn't offset the terrifying strength he had just exploded, and he gave way to the door passage from a long distance away.
The fair-skinned Taoist Master Zhao first politely returned the long-handled crescent sword, while Dong Laoer tremblingly took over his weapon. He was as excited and nervous as if he was receiving a gift. Only then did he realize that the blade was missing, but he didn't dare to say anything. .
Zhao Zhengli discovered the problem and raised his hand to grab Cao Mengning's sword from the air. It had no owner. After fighting for so long, the sword was as new as ever. He handed the long sword to Dong Lao'er and said, "I'm sorry. Ah, I broke your broadsword, can I use this sword to pay for it?"
Dong Laoer naturally knows his stuff. This is a high-quality weapon. Although it is not as high as the weapon list, it is far better than his sword. Even if he is not good at using swords, he still has enough money to exchange it for a brand new crescent moon sword. He looked at the sword and his eyes shone and said excitedly: "Enough is enough!" He suddenly realized: "No, no, no, it is my blessing, Dong Lao Er, to be able to borrow the sword for you."
Dong Lao Er is clearly in his thirties or forties, but he calls a teenage boy "you". In the past, he would have been laughed at, but today no one thinks it is inappropriate. This is the "respectful title" brought by the realm.
Daochang Zhao didn't talk nonsense to him, just stuffed the long sword into his arms, and then walked into Situ Jianzhuang. At this moment, no one dared to take half a step in front of him.
The manor was cleaned, all the seats and benches were removed, and there was no trace of fighting in the empty courtyard. Situ Qing introduced everyone into the living room, and then treated the five bandit-suppressing heroes as guests.
To her, it was a bit of a joke earlier, but after this moment, she truly admired her. After all, she saw three big bandits in Shu kill one of them with her own eyes today. In the past, she, Situ Qing, did not dare to think that anyone could shake the Grand Master status of the county governor. Minions.
Everyone in Situ Jianzhuang had to kneel down to serve the white-faced master. Looking at his indifferent face, one felt as deep as a cold pool. How could the power behind him be so powerful?
There is hope for the people of Shu, there is hope for the world!
Today, everyone was angry and in urgent need of rest. Without much exchange of greetings, Situ Qing asked his servants to free up the most luxurious and quiet courtyard for the young and handsome grandmaster to live in. The other four people also prepared to go to the courtyard.
Some of the rest of the Jianghu stayed overnight, and some chose to leave. The battle situation of this night was destined to spread to every corner of the Jianghu as they left.
Although Zhao Zhengli lived in the best courtyard of Situ Jianzhuang, he didn't have time to appreciate and taste it, so he rushed into the inner room. He didn't have any scars on the surface from tonight's battle. Due to the huge overdraft of his true energy, his energy was exhausted and he needed to quickly Enter into a certain state of conditioning.
In this battle, he had some understanding of "Tao", but it was not profound and clear.
Through the fight, it was roughly guessed that the old man Cao Mengning was at least a middle-level master, which was a level higher than that of Li Zhanyi, the guest minister of the Yu family.
His moves look like Taoism and Buddhism, and I don't know where he learned the Taoism.
He was curious, why did Li Zhanyi not show up when there was such a big movement? Because I noticed that this guest from the Yu family was always nearby.
What worries him right now is that someone will soon investigate his identity. If he is revealed to be from the Qingcheng Sect, will it bring trouble to the sect?
But people with a discerning eye have already seen the clues, and it is no secret that the Yu family went to Qingcheng Mountain ostentatiously.
The only solution at the moment is to settle this task quickly, but does that mean the end of my downhill experience?
Thinking of the young and handsome Taoist Zhao here, he lost the slightest interest.
