The Beacon of Kyushu

Zhang Shaoyin's whole body trembled, and he could no longer hold the long sword in his hand, "Senior...Senior brother, I...we are not going to be able to start the battle today, so we should withdraw first! Keep the green hills here, don't worry about not having firewood, we will have more firewood in the future." If you get the chance, it won’t be too late to attack Wan Jianfeng!”

Wang Shaoyang was a little unwilling, and said to Zhang Shaoyin: "Junior brother, we respect the old master, mainly because he once saved our Shu and Wangshu sects in times of crisis, and with his extraordinary talent, he divided the original group into The two sects' martial arts merged into one, which put the Shu He sect on the right path. But if we just talk about the old master's martial arts, with our brothers' current strength, we might not be able to defeat him if we combine two swords, let alone this. Wan Mengsheng may not be as powerful as the old leader. We can't miss the best opportunity to eradicate Wan Jianfeng just because of him!"

Zhang Shaoyin pondered for a moment and then said: "Brother, what you said is not unreasonable. We and Wan Mengsheng are both strong and weak. We can only know after fighting. If he is really not his opponent, it will not be too late to escape at that time. Night."

Wang Shaoyang laughed and nodded, "That's right, if we can defeat Wan Mengsheng, who has been in the world for thirty years, in one battle, our face will be exposed to the sky!" As he spoke, he drew out his long sword and pointed towards Wan Mengsheng. Meng Sheng's throat was as fierce as a sword.

Wan Mengsheng saw that the long red sword was like a fiery snake, glowing with blazing heat, attacking his vitals. His face changed slightly, and he said secretly, "What a strange thing! This man's swordsmanship is almost the same as that of Brother Murong, but his skill is actually better than Brother Murong. Who taught such a master!"

Seeing Wan Mengsheng's hesitation, Zhang Shaoyin suddenly gained courage. The blue sword in his palm was filled with extremely cold sword energy, and he also stabbed Wan Mengsheng. Wan Mengsheng was attacked by two completely different swords, and was in a trance in purgatory and ice cave at the same time.

If he were an ordinary person, even if he was not afraid to kneel down and beg for mercy, he would definitely take a few steps back. But Wan Mengsheng only smiled slightly and whispered: "The swords are all vertical and horizontal!" At the same time as he spoke, the Shu Kuang Sword seemed to turn into two handles, one horizontal and one vertical, with a majestic sword energy.

Wang Shaoyang and Zhang Shaoyin were both shocked when they saw the situation. They couldn't believe their eyes, and they both hit Shu Kuang with their long swords. Wang and Zhang didn't know how skilled they were with Shu Kuang's sword, so how could they dare to strike with his long sword rashly, so they had to quickly stop their swords and watch and wait.

"The sword dances and turns to the sun!" Wan Mengsheng paused with the long sword in his palm and suddenly raised it high to point to the sky. In the blink of an eye, he turned his wrist and the sword suddenly stabbed down, straight into Zhang Shaoyin's throat. The Shu Kuang Sword suddenly moved up and down, its speed was unparalleled, like a white rainbow flying down, nine days after sunset.

"Ah!" Zhang Shaoyin screamed, and his long sword was forced to lift up to face the thrusting Shukuang Sword. Wang Shaoyang stabbed Wan Mengsheng's lower abdomen with his sword. The long red sword was as fast as the wind, and the blazing sword energy was like burning fire.

"The king presses his sword and looks to the side!" Wan Mengsheng chanted, and the force of Shukuang's sword turned, and he pressed it on the red sword in an instant. At the same time, his body swung up and kicked Zhang Shaoyin's chest with both feet. One moment, Wang and Zhang had the advantage, but now they were in dire straits again.

Wang Shaoyang tried to withdraw the sword, but there was an invisible force on the sword that resisted it. No matter how hard he tried to retreat, the sword would not move at all. Zhang Shaoyin's movement skills were so clever that he was able to avoid Wan Mengsheng's kicks in a few seconds. However, his chest was not immune to being injured by his internal force, and his energy and blood kept churning.

"Senior...brother, we are no match for Wan Mengsheng, so...we should withdraw!" Zhang Shaoyin said with difficulty, a large mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth, his vision went dark, and he staggered and almost fainted.

Wang Shaoyang intended to protect his junior brother, but the long sword in his palm could not break away from Wan Mengsheng's control. He was angry and anxious, sweating profusely on his temples, and cursed: "Wan Mengsheng, you fucking bastard! If you don't let me go, when my prince comes in person, you will be shattered to pieces!" Huh!" Wan Mengsheng smiled coldly, somersaulted in the air, and kicked Wang Shaoyang hard in the back. Wang Shaoyang's long sword was restrained, but he was unwilling to give up the sword. He actually used his height and strength to resist Wan Mengsheng's three kicks.

"Wow..." After three kicks, Wang Shaoyang felt that his internal organs were on fire. He vomited seven or eight mouthfuls of blood, staggered forward for more than ten steps, and fell heavily to the ground. When Zhang Shaoyin saw his senior brother fall to the ground, his eyes were closed and his face turned pale. He was so busy that he bent over to check his breathing. Fortunately, Wang Shaoyang was still breathing, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Shaoyin bit the bullet, pointed at Wan Mengsheng and shouted: "Wan Mengsheng, don't bully me too much! If you know better, let our brothers go back. If you insist on killing us, you will never end well!" He knew that his threat had no practical significance at all, but it was impossible to ask him to remain silent and wait for death.

Wan Mengsheng smiled leisurely, pointed his long sword at Zhang Shaoyin, and said: "You two don't know the heights of the world, how dare you make enemies of my son, Wan Mengsheng, you can't be killed! But I think of you and Murong. We have a deep friendship as brothers and I can’t bear to kill you, so get out of here!”

Seeing that Wan Mengsheng actually let the two of them live, Zhang Shaoyin hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "Many... many thanks to Wan Daxia for showing mercy. Our brothers are not ungrateful people. You spare our lives today, and we will spare your son's life in the future." It’s fate!”

Wan Mengsheng shook his head, pointed at the two of them and said: "Well, no, no! I'll spare one of your lives, which means two lives in total. In the future, you have to spare the little drunkard at least twice before we can be even!"

Zhang Shaoyin nodded vigorously, "Okay, two lives are two lives, I agree! My senior brother is seriously injured and must find someone to treat him. We will meet again later!"

As he spoke, he picked up Wang Shaoyang's burly body and flew towards the west with some effort. After hearing more about the Grand Sacrifice Wine and hearing that Wan Mengsheng actually defeated the famous Yin and Yang Heroes, he became more and more afraid to become his enemy and led his followers to flee in panic.

Seeing dozens of people in the field, Wan Mengsheng fled completely in an instant. He laughed and said: "Hahaha, I, Wan Mengsheng, have not made a move in twenty years. Unexpectedly, I defeated three bandits in a row today. It seems that the sword You are not old! You should be so clear, so be so clear!"

Wan Jianfeng held a jar of fine wine, handed it to Wan Mengsheng with a smile, and said: "Old drunkard, not only is your sword not old, but your feet are also not old! I have been in the world for so many years, but I have never seen anyone fight. It was such a hearty fight!”

Wan Mengsheng took the jar of wine, poured a few sips into his mouth, and then asked: "Little drunkard, I just saw my father doing it. I wonder how your martial arts are? Your mother must have sent Shenlong to All the Canglong Sword Techniques have been passed down to you!"

Wan Jianfeng sighed: "Hey, old drunkard, to tell you the truth, I did learn Canglong Sword Technique from my mother, but before I got to the point of practicing it, my mother... she just..." (End of Chapter)