The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

The big man with the beard was stunned. He probably didn't expect that such a young man would dare to talk to him like this.

He was a heroic man and would not argue with a young man. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't hurt a hair on your head."

As early as when he came here, the bearded man subconsciously thought that Su Yi must be a noble child of some clan.

Otherwise, who would take a charming and charming maid with them when they are on the road?

What's even more ridiculous is that this noble man is obviously used to enjoying happiness, and he even carries a wicker chair with him...

"Your frequent passers-by are already like clay bodhisattvas. You can't protect yourself when crossing the river. How dare you brazenly offer shelter to others?"

In the night rain, a soft voice sounded, and a graceful figure floated forward.

She was dressed in green clothes, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and her makeup was exquisite and glamorous. Even though she was walking in the pouring rain, she looked calm and composed.

The big man with the beard stood up, hid his figure in front of the grotto, and laughed boldly: "So what if the Clay Bodhisattva, killing you Hua Lianxiu is as easy as the palm of a hand!"

"What if you add me?"

A dry and hoarse voice sounded, and a black shadow flashed in the rain in the distance, appearing next to the Qing Shang woman.

The person who came was thin and short, with sparse hair, old appearance, and a hunchback. He looked very inconspicuous.

But in his hands, he was holding a pair of black giant axes that were half his height, and he stood there with a look of ridicule and indifference on his face.

The big man with the beard narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "If Chang were to attack with all his strength, the two of you together wouldn't be enough."

The hunchbacked old man snorted coldly.

When Cha Jin saw this scene, her heart tightened. She couldn't see through the cultivation of those two people at all, but she smelled danger.

She couldn't help but look at Su Yi, only to see the latter sitting in a wicker chair, with his right elbow resting on the armrest of the chair, his chin supported by his palm, holding a wine bottle in his left hand, sitting there lazily, looking at the bonfire. As if in a daze.

The flames reflected in his deep eyes flickered on and off.

In short, he seemed to be indifferent to everything happening in the outside world, and he was too lazy to pay attention to it.

However, it was this extremely lazy and extremely arrogant attitude that made Cha Jin's nervousness dissipate and become more at ease.

This guy kills masters like Nan Wenxiang like a chicken, and even the secret treasure of the Talisman Sword can't do anything to him. If he is really in danger...

wrong.

It's dangerous when others encounter him.

Thinking of this, Cha Jin's tight body relaxed, and she looked at the distance with her beautiful eyes, intending to watch the excitement.

"Old rooster, don't be dissatisfied. The 'Nine Swords of Conquering Demons' that you often pass by is famous in the six counties of Gunzhou, but it is by no means a wasted reputation. If you try your best, I have to take it seriously."

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded.

In the late night rain, a man walked up again, wearing a scholar's robe and a black belt, holding a black wooden ruler in his hand.

When he walked, his toes didn't seem to touch the ground, and the rain pouring down from the sky couldn't touch his clothes. He looked cool and elegant.

Seeing this person, the face of the big man with beard suddenly became extremely solemn, his whole body had a solemn aura, and he said coldly:

"Your master really thinks highly of me and sent you this vicious dog here."

The man in Confucian robes smiled slightly and said: "If Brother Chang agrees not to set foot in Gunzhou City within a month, I will immediately bid you farewell with fine wine."

"Don't talk nonsense. Even if I agree, you won't believe it, and you are destined to never let it go."

The big man with beard said coldly.

The man in Confucian robes clapped his hands in admiration and said: "Brother Chang, you are really good at predicting things, but you are wrong. If you lose one of your legs, I can swear to God that I will let you leave alive!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

The whole place fell silent. Everyone looked strange.

Cha Jin almost couldn't help laughing. Is this an oath that even God doesn't believe in this guy?

The man in Confucian robes looked embarrassed, rubbed his nose, and said: "This rainy season is indeed unfriendly to those who swear."

The beautiful woman in green clothes holding a paper umbrella muttered: "Mr. Yin, it's already like this, why don't you take action immediately and send the frequent travelers back to the west?"

The man in Confucian robes sighed: "When attacking with troops, attacking the heart is the most important thing. If he really believes that we will let him survive, it will be tantamount to showing cowardice and he will not be willing to fight anymore. In this case, it will be easy to deal with him again, and we don't have to I was worried about suffering any losses, but I didn’t expect that the thunder in the sky would be so uncooperative..."

He seemed a little depressed.

The beautiful woman was stunned for a moment and said: "God won't cooperate. As long as we cooperate well, there won't be any big losses."

The hunchbacked old man shook his head, grinned and said, "That's right."

After a moment of silence, the bearded man pointed at Su Yi and Cha Jin in the grotto, and stared at the man in Confucian robes, saying, "Let them go, I'll play with you, and I promise I won't run away again."

"Hey, the Clay Bodhisattva who can't protect himself is still showing great mercy, which really makes the slave family look at him with admiration."

The woman in green clothes smiled and teased.

The man in Confucian robes sighed and said: "What do you mean by misfortune falling from the sky? This is, if you really want to care about it, it was your frequent travelers who got them involved in this turmoil. If they die, they can only be blamed on your frequent travelers. .”

"You can keep that girl first, I like it."

The lean, short, hunchbacked old man raised his ax and pointed it at Cha Jin, and spoke with a smile, his eyes full of fire.

Cha Jin originally planned to watch the fun, but when he heard these words, he felt sick in his heart. How old is this old guy? He is still so lecherous. It makes people want to peel off his skin, crush his bones and spread his ashes!

The big man with the beard turned around, showing a look of shame, and said: "You two, it's Chang who can't stand you. If a war breaks out later, Chang will try his best to help you two find a way out!"

Cha Jin was startled for a moment, this guy was quite open-minded and upright.

Su Yi was still sitting there. He didn't even raise his eyelids when he heard this, and said coldly: "If you are really guilty, then go and die quickly, and it will be over. As for us, it is not up to you to worry about."

Chang Ke was stunned for a moment, his cheeks turning red from holding back.

In the distance, the men in Confucian robes couldn't help laughing.

The beautiful woman in Qingshang smiled and said: "Hey, I like to hear what this little brother has to say. The slave family is a little reluctant to let him die."

"Don't be fooled. This kid may be saying this just because he wants us to let him go."

The hunchbacked old man sneered.

"Okay, let's take care of this guy named Chang first."

As the man in Confucian robes spoke, he suddenly waved the black wooden ruler in his hand.

boom!

The light and fluttering wooden ruler actually set off the sound of wind and thunder, as powerful as a heavy and majestic mountain coming across the sky.

Martial arts master!

Cha Jin's beautiful eyes narrowed.

It is unbelievable that there are so many masters in this wilderness tonight.

Clang!

Chang Passer pulled out the giant sword from his back, and his whole aura suddenly changed. His energy flowed through the sky and became as dense as a mountain.

He slashed through the air.

clang!

Amidst the collision, Chang Passerby shouted: "You two, no matter whether you hate Chang or not, Chang will die for you this time and will carve a way out for you. Please seize the opportunity and escape!"

The voice was still echoing, and he had already strode out of the grotto. His figure, as tall as a mountain, rushed into the heavy rain, swinging his sword to kill with unparalleled power.

boom!

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, reflecting on his tall figure, as majestic as a god.

The giant sword in his hand is also very impressive. It is like ink, three feet long and nine inches wide. There is a black and lightning-like spiritual light surging on it. When it is swung, it is like a python dragon's lightning, domineering and fierce.

However, the man in Confucian robes is also very impressive. Although he only holds a wooden ruler, he advances and retreats well-founded and free and easy. Even though he is faced with a tough challenge, he is not at a disadvantage.

This is undoubtedly a life-and-death battle for a master. It is extremely dangerous and terrifying. The heavy rain in the sky will be blown away, and nearby rocks will shatter and splash.

But soon, the man in Confucian robes was forced to retreat continuously, because Chang Passer's attitude was completely desperate, and he looked forward to death.

The man in Confucian robes didn't want to be held back by the other party.

"Go together."

The beautiful woman in Qing Shang put away the umbrella in her hand, and with a clang, a bloody sword edge popped out from the tip of the umbrella, just like she was holding a long sword, and she volleyed towards the passers-by.

boom!

The short, thin, hunchbacked old man, carrying a pair of giant axes, rushed forward and swung the ax down with great ferocity.

"They are all masters..."

Cha Jin took a breath and almost couldn't believe his eyes.

In Yunhe County, there are only a few martial arts masters.

But now, in this rainy night, there are four grandmasters fighting! !

"The identities of these guys must be extremely extraordinary, and they are definitely not ordinary people..."

Cha Jin secretly said.

boom!

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, the thunder is rolling, and the lightning is like a silver snake dancing wildly.

On the ground, the regular passers-by were fighting against each other one-on-three. They were extremely powerful and unparalleled in their momentum. The black giant sword in their hands set off heavy waves of swords.

But after all, his opponents were three masters of the same level, and the man in Confucian robes could resist him alone. Coupled with the woman in green clothes and the old man with a hunchback, his situation had become extremely dangerous.

It didn’t take long before he was covered in injuries.

"Let's go!"

In the rainy night, the frequent passers-by roared and had cold eyes like lightning.

He was completely desperate at this moment, and he was able to contain the three opponents with just one person's power!

Cha Jin couldn't help but look at Su Yi.

But he saw the latter sitting there, closing his eyes and concentrating, with no intention of leaving at all.

In other words, he didn't even bother to pay attention to the grandmaster battle going on outside...

"Confused!!"

The frequent visitors obviously also noticed that Su Yi and Cha Jin had no intention of taking the opportunity to leave, and they were anxious and angry.

But there is nothing we can do.

At the risk of being injured and killed, he managed to restrain the opponent for only a moment. Once the opportunity passed, all talk was over.

"How long has it been? You still care about the life and death of others. You are nothing more than a frequent visitor!"

The man in Confucian robes snorted coldly, and like lightning, the black wooden ruler in his hand struck the regular passerby's black giant sword hard.

clang! !

In the earth-shattering collision, the black giant sword flew away from his hand, and the figure of Chang Passer stumbled.

Before he could dodge, the bloody sword edge in the Qing Shang woman's hand had pierced his back.

puff!

A string of blood was brought up, and the skin and flesh were scratched, and the bones were deeply visible.

Taking this opportunity, the man in Confucian robes stepped forward and smashed the regular passerby's head with the wooden ruler in his hand.

Click!

Although the frequent visitor avoided the vital parts of his head, he was hit on the shoulder by the wooden ruler, causing the shoulder bone to break and collapse immediately.

His tall and arrogant figure was smashed to the ground in front of the grotto, splashing water all over the ground.

It seemed that he knew he was going to die, but Chang Ke was not afraid, but he couldn't help but let out a sigh, turned his head with difficulty and looked into the grotto, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why didn't you run away just now?"

There are regrets and guilt.

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