Taoist Tiansong had already left with Chi Baicheng in his arms. Tian Boguang didn't stop them. At this moment, he looked at Ran Ran and said with a smile: "I have heard about the name of Wudang Sage a long time ago. We are destined to meet each other today. Brother Ren, why don't you come over and have a few drinks?" cup?"
Randomly shook his head, not responding to his words. Instead, he looked at Linghu Chong of the Huashan Sect and asked, "The dozens of wounds on your body must have been left by him."
Linghu Chong nodded, but the little nun said: "This senior brother, senior brother Linghu was injured because of me. It's all my fault. Only... just..."
Xuanyuan suddenly asked: "Are you Yilin?"
The little nun blinked her beautiful eyes and said, "You, you know me?"
Ranran smiled and said, "I know your father is a Buddhist monk."
Yi Lintan opened her mouth slightly and said blankly: "My father?"
Xuanyuan did not explain, but said to Linghu Chong: "You have five cuts on your body that could kill you. It seems that he really wants to make friends with you, otherwise you would have died long ago."
When Linghu Chong heard this, he looked at Tian Boguang and snorted, "I accept your brother Tian's favor, but I, Linghu Chong, dare not reach out to you."
Tian Boguang laughed and said indifferently: "Brother Linghu, why should you be angry? The annoying person is gone. Sit down, sit down! Let's continue drinking."
Just as he sat down, Xuanyuan stood up.
Seeing this, Tian Boguang laughed and said: "Okay, today besides Brother Linghu, Brother Ren also..."
The words came suddenly, and he saw the sleeves of his robe rolled up, and the long sword dropped by Chi Baicheng flew into his palm.
Tian Boguang stopped laughing and said coldly: "It seems that the Wudang master is also going to cause trouble for Tian."
Ranyi said calmly: "Seeing you sharp swords, I feel itchy for a moment, but if you can't catch my three swords, you will die."
Tian Boguang's sharp sword had just shocked everyone, and even the Taishan sect's uncle was no match. How could Linghu Chong have thought that this famous miraculous doctor of the Wudang sect would dare to cause trouble for prostitutes, and even speak so arrogantly...
In Linghu Chong's view, this was not only arrogance, but also ignorance. Even if his master, Gentleman Jian Yue Buqun, might not be able to defeat the adulterer within fifty moves, he actually said three swords?
Tian Boguang was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "Hahaha, I didn't expect that I also misjudged you. I thought you were a wonderful person, but I didn't expect you to be just a fool."
"Draw out your sword! Tian also wants to see your Wudang Sect's swordsmanship."
The sword is already in hand. It is a very ordinary sword. Although it looks very sharp, it has no history to show off. A sword without history is just ordinary iron or even scrap metal.
Ranyi said calmly: "After three swords, if you don't die, I will let you go!"
Tian Boguang looked at him with a smile on his face, the expression on his face was like seeing a madman, with unspeakable ridicule and sarcasm.
He was still sitting, even with the knife in its sheath, and his calm posture showed that he was confident of victory... But the next moment, his calm and proud expression immediately turned into panic.
Swing the sword at will and stab!
There was no warning or any starting gesture, as if the sword did not need to accumulate power and only had one stab.
With just one stab, the sword went straight away, and the castration was very fast...
The sword edge was sharp and the sword light was incredibly fast. This sword was extremely fast. This sword was also the most terrifying sword Tian Boguang had ever seen since he traveled around the world!
He had no time to draw his sword. This was the first time he had no time to draw his sword. As soon as he moved, the light of the sword had arrived.
The sword light came too fast, faster than the wind, because the sword had pierced the wind and made a sharp sound!
Unable to draw the sword, he could only retreat; Tian Boguang retreated quickly and sat down on the chair, but he kicked him forward.
The sword light disappeared quickly, and no one saw clearly how the sword light disappeared. They only saw that the chair turned into two pieces. Tian Boguang stepped back more than ten steps and two feet, and finally found the opportunity to draw his sword.
The sword light flashed together, but the sword light stared at him again.
It's still that incredibly fast sword, and it's still that terrifying sword light.
Tian Boguang wanted to parry, but he didn't know how. He wanted to dodge, but couldn't. It was impossible to think of a sword. He could only retreat, seven steps in a row.
Finally there was an opening, and finally he took out his sword.
As soon as the single sword came out, the light of the sword filled the sky, and the sword struck down like lightning.
This was the fastest sword he had ever swung, and it was also the fastest in the Guangfeng sword technique. He had never missed this sword, but before the sword fell, the sword had already broken into the force of the sword.
The sword couldn't be dropped because it was pressed against his throat.
Any sword, Tian Boguang's throat!
Now, the knife was slowly put down, fell to the ground, and pierced the floor.
Cold sweat broke out on Tian Boguang's forehead, his face turned pale, and his lips trembled. He stared at the sword that he had just dismissed. After a long time, he slowly said: "I, I have never seen anything so fast. sword!"
Ranyi said calmly: "Maybe I shouldn't kill you and let the great monk come to you."
Tian Boguang didn't understand, but he knew that he survived because the sword left his throat and was discarded on the ground.
"Tian Boguang will remember the kindness of not killing. Whenever I see Wudang disciples in the future, I will stay away." After saying that, he picked up a single sword, jumped out of the window, and disappeared in the busy city after a while.
Seeing Tian Boguang running away, Yilin wanted to say thank you to Xuanyuan, but he was no longer on the second floor.
"Junior sister Yilin, that one has left."
Yilin's pretty face said with a hint of regret: "Has that big brother left? I still want to...ah! No, no, no, I'm going to find my master and senior sister. They haven't seen me yet, so they must be dying of anxiety."
Linghu Chong looked at the somewhat dazed little nun and felt funny. He glanced at the long sword on the ground and suddenly fell into a trance... Those three swords really had a huge impact on him.
He had heard about the name of Wudang Master, but he had never thought that a Wudang disciple could have such stunning swordsmanship. Linghu Chong was already thinking secretly, could his master block that person's sharp sword?
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After leaving and going back to Yanlou, water drops fell from the sky. The rain came as soon as it came, and the showers fell rapidly.
The sudden rain swept away all the pedestrians on the street, but Xuanyuan was still walking in the rain. He was thinking about one thing... As the saying goes, it is better not to say anything if it is not surprising; if people are not happy, they should just die.
Does he want to do whatever he wants?
Being born as a disciple of Wudang has many constraints, but he only has twelve years to live. If he doesn't indulge in freedom, is he too sorry for his talent that was born to be jealous of God?
Suddenly someone shouted and cursed, faintly heard in the sound of rain.
Randomly escaped, walked around the street, and came to an alley.
Deep in the alley, a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect kicked a hunchback down, while another disciple of the Qingcheng Sect thrust out his sword, pressed it against the hunchback's chest, and said with a smile: "Where are you, turtle son, if you use the evil-repelling sword manual right now?" Tell me your secret, call me Grandpa of the Qingcheng Sect three more times, and I, Luo Renjie, may spare your life."
The hunchback looked very young, his face was muddy and rainy, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.
However, as the rain washed away, people could clearly see his appearance. It was Lin Pingzhi, the young escort of Fuwei Escort Agency.
Ran Ran looked at Lin Pingzhi, and Lin Pingzhi also saw him.
"Ren, Brother Ren, help me."
In just four days, Fuwei Escort Agency has been reduced to this. Ranran sighed slightly and took steps forward.
But seeing the person coming with white hair and blue robe, the two Qingcheng faction members immediately trembled with fear.
