Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

He Shangshu's figure has doubled.

It is hard to imagine that a drunken person can move so fast.

Among the seven assassins of Zuiwo Liuyun, only the leader can learn the true teachings.

He is talking about him.

A cold light flashed between his sleeves.

And the figure was so fast that it was hard to tell the real body.

However, Jiang Chen only stabbed out a sword.

Clouds and winds.

Standing in the back watching the battle, Wu Ming's eyes became fierce, and his kind face faded.

He raised his hand and struck out. Although he was still far away from the two people fighting, the palm wind of this palm slapped He Shangshu away from his original place.

He Shangshu fell into the water from the water pavilion, fluttered twice, and finally floated up, with wet hair sticking to his face, looking extremely embarrassed. His original drunken state was no longer there, and his face was ashen at this moment, but when he saw that it was Wu Ming who made the move, he wilted again.

He could only stare at Ye Gucheng. In anger, he suddenly felt his wet sleeves suddenly lighten, and the luxurious clothes broke into two pieces from the cuffs, and the short sword in it fell into the water.

Soon, the water around him was dyed red.

He looked down and saw that the clothes around his waist were torn, with a bloody wound about an inch long.

Ye Gucheng... Ye... How many swords did he stab! Why didn't he see his moves clearly!

Minister He's face turned pale.

If, the old man didn't stop him...

When he thought of this consequence, the blood in his body seemed to flow back, hot, and cold from head to toe...

He shuddered fiercely and looked up at Ye Gucheng.

The white clothes naturally stopped and slowly fell from the air, not affected by the fierce palm wind at all.

The difference was immediately clear!

Jiang Chen turned slightly, and his white clothes formed an elegant arc in the air, just like the smile on his lips. He stood still on the stone pillar beside the bridge with his toes.

His eyes fell on Wu Ming. The sword in his hand was dripping with blood. "How sure are you?"

Wu Ming put away the smile on his face and said coldly, "... I am very sure!"

Jiang Chen's lips curled up, "After hitting the younger one, the older one will come. Shameless!"

Wu Ming was provoked by him, and his heart was ruthless, but he did not dare to underestimate the enemy for a moment. In the blink of an eye, he rushed forward and raised his hand to hit the acupuncture points on Jiang Chen's waist.

If these acupuncture points were hit, I am afraid he would become a half-paralyzed useless person in the future.

His fingertips ejected the energy, and the momentum was swift.

It had brought out some sounds of breaking through the air.

No matter which move Ye Gucheng wanted to block, the other move would make him half dead.

Wu Ming's eyebrows were slightly cold.

If Xiao Jiu had not been timid in his attack, why would he intervene in this matter?

He snorted secretly and looked at Ye Gucheng.

Yes, I'm afraid Xiao Jiu may not be able to succeed against this man.

His finger wind and palm wind have reached Ye Gucheng's waist.

The people watching the battle by the water were staring intently, even so, Wu Ming's figure was only vaguely captured.

On the surface, only a gray shadow collided with the white clothes.

A few crisp ding-ding sounds were heard.

A flash of blood passed.

Is Ye Gucheng dead?

The two figures separated again, Wu Ming's face was livid, and he raised his hand to look at his palm.

Or, was he too slow to stop?

There was a shallow blood wound on his palm.

Bright red blood oozed out.

In that moment, he didn't even see Ye Gucheng's movements clearly, but he could roughly guess it. Ye Gucheng, probably used the sword body to block the finger wind, and took the opportunity to draw a sword horizontally from his waist, forcing him to stop.

Just blocked the palm and protected the acupuncture points on the waist.

What a calm person! Ordinary people would panic when facing two killing moves and could only wait for death. A slightly better person would react and be in a hurry to block one of the moves, but Ye Gucheng was so relaxed...

Sure enough, he still underestimated this person?

Well... For so many years, no one has been able to survive three moves from him. Today, let's have a good fight with this world-famous first swordsman!

Young man, arrogant and arrogance, casually hurting people, not good, should be taught a lesson!

Jiang Chen should have seen his thoughts, but his face was expressionless.

At this time, Wu Ming might have forgotten the original purpose of his two moves.

There are always some people in the world who think that others can only stand and take the beating, and fighting back is disrespectful to him...

Never weigh their own weight!

There is a saying that goes well, blind complacency is the root of everything.

Wu Ming also said that if a gambler thinks he will definitely win, then he will lose nine out of ten times. Knowing the reason for the failure, he will feel that he will win in another round. But things are unpredictable, and gambling with someone else's intervention is even more unpredictable, so he will definitely lose.

For Wu Ming, accepting Ye Gucheng is just a gamble.

If he wins, the world is in his hands.

If he loses... No, in Wu Ming's heart, there is no possibility of losing.

He thought that with his ability and financial resources, no one would not be convinced.

Little did he know that there are always surprises in the world.

And the good news is that Jiang Chen's existence is a surprise everywhere.

Jiang Chen probably doesn't want to admit that this can also be considered a good thing.

Wu Ming shook his palm, raised his head and put on a look of admiration for Jiang Chen, "Very good!"

Jiang Chen pointed the tip of his sword at him.

A drop of blood slid from the sword, fell into the pool, and disappeared without a trace.

The wind blew up ripples on the water and blew up his black hair.

The blood disappeared from the sword and disappeared before his eyes.

But his breath still became deeper and deeper.

"In these decades, you are the first person who can hurt me!"

Wu Ming stated with a smile on his old face.

But in Jiang Chen's eyes, his sincerity was ultimately false.

Wu Ming said and took action again.

A palm hit Jiang Chen's chest, using the long-lost Tantric hand seal in the world.

Jiang Chen turned slightly to one side and stabbed out with his sword. Wu Ming was paying attention to his sword at this time. When he saw this, a smile quickly flashed across his face. His hands turned into claws and he clasped the sword tightly.

Holding such a sharp sword, his hands were indeed like steel and iron bones, unscathed.

The two men stopped moving.

Only onlookers could see the two figures clearly.

He Shangshu was surprised and doubtful, "Could this be the legendary powerful diamond claw!"

Sure enough, what they learned was just a drop in the bucket of the old man’s fortune!

Everyone sighed.

They were soon attracted by the fight between the two.

Wu Ming held the sword in his right hand and took out another palm with his left hand.

His hands turned blood red.

Jiang Chen's eyes turned cold and he raised his foot towards his leg.

Wu Ming jumped up to avoid the kick, and the red palm that originally hit the chest moved to the top of his head.

And his right hand had already pulled the sword in a semicircle.

Jiang Chen let go and hit the sword with his palm.

He bent his body and flew out from under the wind of his palm.

The sword Wu Ming was holding had fallen off.

Because he just struck a palm, the sword rotated, forcing Wu Ming to let go.

A sharp weapon can spin so fast, no matter how skilled you are, it is unbearable.

The sword did not fall into the water. Jiang Chen raised it with his toes and the sword was in his hand again.

He turned over and his toes gently landed on a piece of pink lotus.

The sword energy cut off most of the surrounding lotus flowers and fell on the water, causing ripples in circles.

The sword energy was scattered in all directions.

The cold wind blew the hair on his forehead, and the exposed eyes were dark, making those who saw it feel terrified.

Wu Ming, he was a very poetic person. He enjoyed playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. He also cultivated flowers and grass, which was his so-called hermit-like and elegant taste. However, in order to cultivate these noble flowers, he also wasted a lot of effort, and today, most of them were ruined by this boy who didn't know how to cherish the beauty and cherish the jade, and had no compassion...

Simply, angry!

Jiang Chen stood up with his sword in hand. "Where's Huamanlou?"

Wu Ming said with a cold face, "Your choice?"

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, taking action first for the first time since this fight.

The spotless white figure passed by Wu Ming. On the gray-haired old man, a gap was cut in the delicate gray robe.

Blood oozes.

Jiang Chen's voice sounded unhurriedly in his ears. "That's all... I'll still find you if I kill you!"

What an arrogant boy!

Wu Ming frowned, and a strong wind hit him from behind. There was a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, but at this time, he still bent down quite quickly.

The sharp sword light flashed across the head.

A few strands of broken hair fell from his eyes.

Wu Ming's pupils shrank.

Is this... is Ye Gucheng's sword?

Is this the real sword in his hand?

Wu Ming glanced at the white man behind him. Although he didn't know his movements, he immediately raised his feet and kicked back, and his arms turned into elbows and struck back.

No matter what, it is always unsafe for the enemy to get close.

This is a warrior's instinctive reaction, but for Wu Ming, it is more than instinct.

Jiang Chen jumped up and avoided the kick.

This kick hit the stone railing. Immediately, the stone railing shattered and the stones fell into the water.

Jiang Chen fell into the stone bridge.

Wu Ming also stood in the stone bridge.

He said, "The ten moves have passed. You can leave."

"Oh?" Jiang Chen's face showed a little sarcasm.

Wu Mingdao said, "It seems that there is no room for a giant Buddha like you on our island."

Jiang Chen said calmly, "You seem to have forgotten who has the initiative now..."

His sword has come with his voice.

Wu Ming's face turned cold.

Really!

The sword is like the wind.

The sword intention is like a cloud!

Immaculate and spotless! This is the sword that Ye Gucheng used to defeat Ximen Chuixue, the flying fairy from heaven!

The sword light was as bright and flawless as white practice.

Followed by bright red blood!

Wu Ming covered his right arm and gritted his teeth, "Damn it!"

He slowly calmed down and faced Jiang Chen.

"Hmph! The kid certainly has some abilities!"

Jiang Chen didn't allow him to finish his words, and struck out with another sword in his backhand.

Wu Ming concentrated his energy, observed the trajectory of the sword, blocked one sword, and then another.

Even if a person who doesn't know martial arts stands here now, he can see that Wu Ming is at a disadvantage.

The onlookers were anxious.

The hand with the mustache touched the sleeve.

He watched the opportunity intently.

In the blink of an eye, three poison darts flew out.

However, Jiang Chen seemed to have eyes bulging behind his back. He tiptoed, flipped upside down in the air, struck with his long sword, and sent a dart flying back, hitting Mustache's chest, all of them were engulfed, leaving only a little red tassel hanging on the outside of his clothes. He was still Before he could react, he fell to the ground with a bruised face.

This toxicity is indeed violent!

You can do it yourself.

Seeing this scene, the person who originally planned to take the opportunity to plot two secret moves silently put down his hidden weapon.

As for hidden weapons... For most people on this island, this is not a dishonorable thing. As long as they can achieve the final victory, they don't care about the process.

Wu Ming's face turned red from being forced.

The two of them had fallen from the stone bridge into a surrounding bamboo forest.

Wu Ming casually broke the bamboo joint and was able to block a few swords.

But soon, Jiang Chen's sword flashed, and the bamboo joint broke in the middle and was split into pieces.

Minister He came out from the bamboo forest, holding the tied Hua Manlou in his hands.

Behind him was a white-haired old man, and several tall and strong men with strong muscles who looked as good as him in martial arts.

These were the people who were watching just now.

In their hands, Hua Manlou was just like holding a chicken.

I'm afraid that even if Jiang Chen was tied in their hands now, he would be no different from Hua Manlou.

Minister He shouted, "Ye Gucheng! If you don't stop, go to Huangquan and find your friends!"

Hua Manlou frowned.

A few days ago, the honest monk caught up with him by boat, saying that Lu Xiaofeng, who suddenly disappeared, was in trouble again and needed help, so he temporarily changed direction and joined him. Unexpectedly, the honest monk disappeared inexplicably after arriving on this deserted island. He was locked in the house. Just now, several people surrounded him. He was tied up and dragged here without checking.

Ye Gucheng, is he here?

Was it him who heard the fighting in the forest just now?

Hua Manlou concentrated and held his breath.

It seemed to be true.

Among the familiar people, Ye Gucheng was the only one with the breath of the night.

As he was identifying, Ye Gucheng's voice rang out, "Stand still!"

Hua Manlou knew that this was for him.

A sound of breaking air came to his ears, with a stimulating bloody smell.

Hua Manlou frowned, and indeed did not move as he was told.

Puff!

A sound of flesh breaking apart.

The smell of blood wafted into his nose.

The rope on Hua Manlou loosened and fell to the ground.

A sword was stuck in the chest of Minister He.

It was the sword in Jiang Chen's hand.

Blood spread.

The sword passed by Hua Manlou, cut the rope, and stabbed Minister He to death.

The faces of the few people still alive beside Minister He were pale.

Such a fast sword, there is no time to react!

They haven't seen clearly, but Minister He is already dead.

As soon as the rope loosened, Hua Manlou acted decisively, with a clear goal in mind, he pulled out the long sword with one hand, and used Qinggong to reunite with Jiang Chen who had separated from Wu Ming. He raised his hand and handed him the sword.

Jiang Chen took the sword.

He walked two steps behind Jiang Chen and sighed slightly, "City Lord, it seems that you and I are afraid of a hard battle today."

The author has something to say: Hua Manlou (holding a lunch box): City Lord, City Lord, are you going to get your lunch?

Jiang Chen (cold face): That's their lunch.