Bu Ju stopped smiling and asked, "Did the four great guards in Da Nei find the young master?"
Randomly said: "Yes!"
Bu Ju said: "Did they say that they would take eight ribbons and let the young master decide who can enter the forbidden palace?"
"Right!"
"That young man..."
"I refused."
Bu Ju sneered: "Master Ren, do you think I will believe it?"
Randomly smiled and said: "So what if you don't believe it?"
Bu Ju's face was livid, and he stood up suddenly. The joints of his hands cracked when he squeezed them, but he did not make a move because the young and weak man held him back first.
The young man suddenly said: "My name is Tang Tianzong."
Randomly said: "I don't know you either."
Tang Tianzong said in a deep voice: "I only want one ribbon."
Ranran said with a smile: "I said no."
Tang Tianzong said: "Three pieces of jade, plus one life, would you exchange it?"
Randomly asked: "My life?"
Tang Tianzong said: "Yes."
Ranran smiled again, and Gongsun Lan also laughed, but another younger man came over.
He is holding a long sword, and the scabbard is also inlaid with a large pearl. He is gorgeously dressed, his eyes seem to be on the top of his head, his steps are light and vigorous, and he is high-spirited. He is a very arrogant young man in purple.
After the young man in purple came over, he looked at Xuanyuan coldly, and then said proudly: "My name is Hu Qing, from Changle Villa in Gusu. The person sitting over there is my master, Mr. Ren should know him."
There are two tables of guests over there. The oldest one has gray hair and is dressed more fancy than the others. Not only is the clothes gorgeous, but there is also a crystal round jade belt around his waist. The pearl on this jade belt is bigger than the young man's sword scabbard. The ones on top are bigger.
Besides him, there were five or six young men who should be his disciples.
Ran Ran glanced at the middle-aged man and still shook his head.
The middle-aged man's face was livid, and the disciple behind him was also full of anger. Hu Qing said coldly: "My master is the master of Changle Villa, and he is known as the 'Taiping Swordsman' Sima Ziyi."
Ranran smiled and said: "You all have long names."
Hu Qinghan said in a loud voice: "I don't want to waste words with you. My master specially asked me to invite you, Mr. Ren, to come over and have a drink."
His tone was very loud, just like that of Sima Ziyi who had been sitting there, as if he had given a great deal of face to him by calling him over.
Randomly sighed, stood up, looked around, and said calmly: "Those who don't want the ribbon can leave."
There was silence, no one answered, and some even showed disdain and contempt.
Gongsun Lan asked: "Are you going to kill someone again?"
He nodded arbitrarily.
Gongsun Lan asked again: "Everyone?"
Ranran smiled and said: "They are all looking for death!"
"You are the one seeking death!"
Bu Ju roared angrily, he spat out his palm force, and struck a palm with Yi Ran. This palm of his also used 100% of his real power. He struck first not only for the ribbon, but also for fame.
Only Yi Yi has the greatest reputation in the world, and everyone in the world wants to kill Yi Yi. Naturally, he wants to, and he never believes the rumors in the world, because those rumors are too exaggerated and too untrue.
However, after he finished the slap, he immediately found that he felt as if he had slapped a big mountain with his palm, not to mention that he could not shake it, and then a huge force came through the palm of his hand.
"Peng" sound!
Bu Ju flew out, fell outside the teahouse, and then stopped moving.
All the sounds stopped again, and Hu Qing looked at the man in front of him with cold sweat...
Ran Ran coughed twice, raised his head and smiled at him.
Hu Qing stared at him, his whole body began to tremble, he couldn't help but want to draw the sword, but as soon as he moved, a sword light lit up, bright, clear, and cold, like a crescent moon.
After one stab, his consciousness ceased and everything turned into darkness, but others saw a flower of blood bursting out.
The corpse was cut in two from top to bottom!
Tang Tian put his hands into his arms and took a step back, but Dao Guang came to him the next time.
The sword light was too fast, so he took a step back, and the sword light had already wiped his throat.
The sword flashed and the head fell off.
A drop of blood slipped from the blade, and everyone could see the knife clearly, a scimitar they had never seen before!
No one has seen such a scimitar, and there has never been such a scimitar in the world, and no one knows that he can actually use a knife; but no matter what, now they all understand that the rumors in the world are true.
The First Young Master is arbitrary, and indeed his martial arts skills are as high as those of gods and demons.
In the battle with the embroidery thief, he must have really killed a river of blood, and it was so cruel.
However, it seems that it is too late.
"Everyone, let's go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead to take action, with the scimitar and the sword's light like a crescent moon.
His right hand was like a harp, and he chopped off six heads with one blow!
Everyone was frightened and everyone retreated.
But no matter how fast they retreat, they can't retreat as fast as the sword light. As soon as anyone retreats, the sword light will find him immediately; if the sword light flashes, a life will be lost.
Everyone was horrified to find that he really didn't intend to let anyone go, he really wanted to kill everyone.
At first, no one was willing to leave because they were outnumbered and because whoever left would lose face. But now everyone wants to run but no one dares to run.
Sima Ziyi shouted: "Everyone, there is a glimmer of hope above us."
Really alive?
The light of the sword is graceful, winding, and distant, and it is a spectacle... The blade is so sharp that it can be divided upon contact. Whether it is a weapon or a person, as long as it is passed by the blade, it will be immediately split into two.
One strike can determine life or death. Everyone is struck with one strike, and no one can see his second strike!
The scimitar is sharper than anything else, faster than anything else, and more terrifying than anything else, because there is absolutely nothing in the world that can compare to this scimitar. Weapons are cut off, and people are torn apart.
Any knife is the simplest and most direct, no fancy knife, but it carries unparalleled power, infinite magic, and endless terror.
Facing the rushing crowd, he swiped the knife horizontally, and the corpses were already separated into pieces. He moves at will, taking unpredictable steps, leaving behind dissipated afterimages and indescribable sword lights...
In an instant, everyone was at a loss. They didn't know how to parry or dodge. Everyone seemed to be on the verge of death, and it was difficult to exert all their strength.
When they were in front of Anyan Yi and his sword skills, their martial arts skills were like child's play and they had no power to resist.
They can only wait.
Waiting for the new moon that suddenly flies in without any warning...waiting for death to approach!
The remaining four disciples of Sima Ziyi saw the opportunity and wanted to run, but the light of the sword suddenly appeared in front of them, flashing four times in a row, and the light of the sword disappeared instantly.
Sima Ziyi's sword had already taken action, and the light of the sword was like lightning, piercing the uncertain figure.
He had already fired fifty-six swords, and not to mention touching anyone, he had not even scratched his clothes. Then Sima Ziyi's heart sank and his blood turned cold, because he found that everyone was dead.
Seventy-eight people, all dead!
His sword broke and fell to the ground. A man stood in front of him, looking at him with a smile!
"you you……"
"Do you know why you died last?"
"me……"
"You are the most proud and majestic here, so I stayed at the end to kill you."
