That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 109 Holding an Umbrella to Cover the Snow Finger Murder

Xu Beiyou borrowed an umbrella from the store, opened the umbrella and left the inn.

Xilingkou under the light snow is not deserted, many people are still braving the wind and snow to shuttle back and forth on the street, Xu Beiyou walks slowly on the street with an umbrella, it is not too abrupt.

During this trip to Jiangdu, Xu Beiyou set the tone for himself to be cautious, but being cautious is not the same as being timid. Before he entered the customs, he had always had an idea. People in the Taoist sect might not know the relationship between him and Jianqi Lingkongtang. Then he can use this to make some fuss, pretending to be the sword master of Jianqi Lingkongtang and making some noise, and then pretending that this is actually a trick used by Jianqi Lingkongtang to protect the young master, so that Divert the attention of Town Demon Hall from his real route.

As for whether this strategy is feasible, it needs to be practiced before it can be known.

Now Xu Beiyou intends to kill a deacon of the Town Demon Palace, this movement is not big or small, just to see how the Town Demon Palace reacts, if it cannot be done, he can also return to the outside of the customs early before going deep into the hinterland of the Central Plains, and seek him out road.

Xu Beiyou looked at the gloomy sky above his head through the eaves of the umbrella. The light snow showed signs of turning serious.

Xu Beiyou walked to a deserted place, took a light breath, suddenly rose up, and instantly disappeared in the increasingly urgent snowstorm.

The sky is getting darker, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, and the street in the snow is becoming more and more deserted.

In a remote alley, a young Taoist in a cyan Taoist robe hurriedly walked, followed by a dozen local Taoist priests in khaki Taoist robes.

The young Taoist is from the south of the Yangtze River, and this is the first time he has come to the northern border.

He is no stranger to Xue. In his impression of Xue, it should be soft and weak, just like a lady from the south of the Yangtze River, but today's intensified snowfall has changed his impression of Xue. It is majestic, It doesn't look like a woman, but like a vicissitudes old man covered in wind and frost.

This made his impression of Yanzhou even worse. This trip to the north was a complete chore. So far, he has not seen any traces of the remnants of the sword sect. Because of his harsh words, he had no choice but to act step by step. Even in this ghostly weather, he had to brave the wind and snow to meet his boss.

Messy footsteps creaked on the snow.

Zhang Yugui's pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his hand. The dozen or so Taoists behind him stopped in unison, and stretched out their hands to press the hilt of the sword carried behind them.

Amidst the falling snow, a young figure standing with an umbrella appeared at the end of the alley.

The alley was narrow and could only accommodate two people walking side by side. The young man stood in the middle of the alley, blocking all the way out.

A leading Taoist in yellow took a step forward and shouted, "Who is here?"

The sound was not small, it overwhelmed the sound of wind and snow, and even shook a small cluster of snow from the top of the wall.

The figure with the umbrella turned a deaf ear, still standing in the wind and snow.

A gloomy look flashed across Zhang Yugui's face, and the gloomy mood accumulated for many days finally broke out, and he said impatiently, "Get rid of it."

The leading Taoist in yellow gave a cold smile and was about to draw his sword without hesitation.

But before he could completely pull out the long sword behind his back, his face suddenly became extremely pale, his steps staggered, and he covered his lower abdomen with one hand, and blood flowed from between his fingers.

He was terrified, he didn't see how the man made a move.

The Taoist in yellow took a few more steps forward, then fell to the ground and died.

Zhang Yugui narrowed his eyes and waved his hands expressionlessly.

The Taoists in yellow behind him drew their swords together, and then one by one, they rushed towards the young man standing at the end of the alley with their swords.

In the wind and snow, the sword was bright and bright, and the long sword of Daomen was slightly shorter and wider than Jianzong's long sword, giving it a heavy feeling.

Swordsmanship is a compulsory course for Taoist disciples. Combined with their own cultivation, the second-rank realm can destroy gold and jade. Although these Yanzhou Taoist disciples do not have second-rank realm, they have already stepped into fourth-rank realm. .If he didn't have this foundation, he wouldn't be chosen by Zhang Yugui to take him with him.

The young man stood still, raised his hand, and the paper umbrella in his hand fluttered up, flying straight into the sky with the wind and snow.

The next moment, a long sword appeared in the young man's hand. The seemingly ordinary sword directly pierced the throat of the Taoist who was rushing in front, and then took a step forward, drew the sword and stabbed again, directly piercing through the throat. The chests of the two Taoists.

The young man who killed three people with a single strike kept moving, with a long sword in his hand like the wind, more than a dozen Taoist disciples in the fourth-rank realm had no strength to resist at all, and most of them were slaughtered in an instant, each of them was killed by a single sword , there is no chance at all.

Zhang Yugui's face was solemn, this person's realm is definitely above the first rank.

Seeing this scene, the last two Taoists wanted to retreat, but they were beheaded by a sword. The two heads flew away from their bodies, and then rolled down in the mud of the alley.

As the two headless corpses fell heavily to the ground, the paper umbrella that flew into the sky just fell slowly and was picked up by the young man again.

Zhang Yugui stretched out his hand to hold the dagger at his waist, and asked coldly, "The remnants of the Sword Sect?"

Holding an umbrella in one hand and a sword in the other, the young man said calmly, "You can be a sensible ghost on the road to Huangquan."

Zhang Yugui with a stern face sneered, "It really is the remnant of Jianzong."

The young man didn't say much, just closed the paper umbrella in his hand and threw it on the snow beside the road. At the same time, he clenched the standard saber in his hand, and the sword energy filled the surroundings in an instant.

Zhang Yugui drew out his dagger, and ran forward like a cheetah bowing his waist, without any sloppiness. He was originally good at assassination and assassination. , at worst, can save his life.

The young man didn't care about the dagger in Zhang Yugui's hand, but pointed the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand forward, and said with a calm smile: "The sword energy is in the air."

A ray of sword energy cut through layers of falling snow and roared towards it.

Zhang Yugui rolled suddenly, dodging the sword aura, the wall behind him was cut in half by the sword aura, and then his body suddenly bounced up, his whole body was like a leaping poisonous snake, the dagger in his hand was like fangs, pointing at the young man human chest.

"What about sword energy? If you can't hit someone, what if you can destroy gold and break jade?"

In an instant, Zhang Yugui was three feet in front of the man, and with a flick of his wrist, he was about to drive the short sword into his heart.

However, this swordsman from the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall horrified Zhang Yugui, the deacon of the Town Demon Hall, in the next moment, he was actually pinching his dagger with two fingers, unable to move any further.

Zhang Yugui let go of the dagger without hesitation after a brief moment of horror, stabbed his five fingers like hooks, and said with a grinning smile, "Die to me!"

It was the swordsman of Xu Beiyou, the young master of the Sword Sect, whose eyes were sharp for an instant, and the long sword in his hand shattered instantly.

There was an old sword fairy Cang Lei who was shocked for five hundred miles.

The sword qi and sword intent exploded like a mountain for a while, and Zhang Yugui was the first to bear the brunt as the fragments of the long sword shot around.

Xu Beiyou actually used a sword fourteen that had just taken shape at this juncture.

slam.

Zhang Yugui was blasted on the back by a thunderbolt, his face was bright red at first, and then extremely pale.

At the critical moment of life and death, the deacon of the Temple of Suppressing Demons finally dared not have the thought of stealing his life any more, and began to risk his life. A hand knife cut out, bringing out a scarlet light, like a blood-red crescent moon.

He gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "The remnants of the sword sect, what skills do you have without the sword?"

The corner of Xu Beiyou's mouth twitched into a faint smile, and in a blink of an eye, he stretched out his left hand to hold Zhang Yugui's knife, the palm was dripping with blood, and then made a sword finger with the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and tapped lightly on his heart.

Although there is a huge gap between whether a disciple of Jianzong has a three-foot green sharp edge, it does not mean that a disciple of Jianzong can only be slaughtered if he does not have a sword in his hand. According to evidence, strolling in the courtyard has already formed a somewhat majestic clan structure.

The sword energy enters the body and reaches the heart.

Zhang Yugui's pupils dilated suddenly, and there was no more blood on his face.

The wind and snow were sudden.

Xu Beiyou let go of his hand, and slowly stepped back.

With a plop, Zhang Yugui fell to his knees on the ground, and then fell forward on the snow, with his head tilted to one side, dying with regret.

Xu Beiyou thought for a while, reached into Zhang Yugui's arms and groped for a while, and took out a jade card that showed his identity, then picked up the paper umbrella that he had just thrown away, and walked away slowly holding the umbrella.

(End of this chapter)