Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 22 Blood Sword Ancestor
It was night in a blink of an eye, and the downpour gradually turned into a gentle drizzle.

inside the house.

The bonfire was crackling, and the fire was still strong, dispelling dampness and cold, making it warm and comfortable.

"Lin Shaoxia, do you have anything to eat? I'm a little hungry." Duan Yu rubbed his stomach and asked embarrassingly.

"take it."

Long Peng raised his eyes, and took out a small meatloaf wrapped in cloth from his left sleeve, "There are only so many."

"There really is."

Duan Yu was overwhelmed with surprise, opened it and counted it, "Well, Lin Shaoxia, we will divide each into one, Lingmei and..."

"No need, eat, I'm not hungry."

Long Peng closed his eyes and practiced quietly.

Some people are "full of breath and don't want to eat".

Although Long Peng has not reached that step, but according to his current true energy, his body will not be affected even if he has been fasting for more than ten days.

Seeing that Long Peng started practicing kung fu again, Duan Yu opened his mouth, sighed, came to Zhong Ling, and handed her a piece of meat pie.

"Sister Ling, you are hungry too."

Zhong Ling nodded slightly, and lightly put the sleeping baby back into the bamboo basket after drinking the milk.

"Thank you, Brother Duan."

"You should thank Lin Shaoxia,"

Duan Yu shook his head, then looked at Mu Wanqing who was leaning against the pillar with closed eyes, "Miss Mu, you haven't eaten all day and night, this..."

"I'm not hungry."

Duan Yu was stunned for a moment, with a helpless look on his face, "What, you're still sick, so you should pad your stomach."

"I said I'm not hungry, are you bored?"

"Mu Wanqing, you are not allowed to talk to Brother Duan like that."

Mu Wanqing looked at Zhong Ling coldly, snorted coldly, turned her head away, and said nothing.

Duan Yu smiled wryly, still put the meatloaf next to Mu Wanqing, and then returned to the original place.

"Oh... when will the rain stop..."

"Brother Duan, it will definitely stop tomorrow, and then we will go back to the city to eat delicious food."

"Okay, I'll take you there then."

……

"Um……?"

The two of Zhong Ling were chatting happily, but they saw Long Peng suddenly opened his eyes with a cold glow, and asked involuntarily, "What's wrong with Lin Shaoxia?"

"Don't be noisy."

Long Peng squinted his eyes, listened carefully, and his expression gradually became serious, "There are people coming this way, there are quite a few of them, and there is also a... master."

Duan Yu was startled, "Could it be Yun Zhonghe and the others."

Long Peng thought for a while, shook his head and said, "It's not them."

"I'll go out and have a look. If there's anything wrong, you just take the child and go first."

speech.

Long Peng jumped out lightly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving the three people looking at each other in dismay.

Mu Wanqing put her ear to the ground and said, "A lot of people have indeed come over, and they are about five miles away now."

"This... Mu girl, what shall we do?"

"I'll go out and have a look too."

Mu Wanqing replied, and subconsciously wanted to use her internal strength, but she jumped on the spot, but she didn't jump out of the wooden house.

"This... what are you doing, Miss Mu?"

Mu Wanqing knew what was going on after a little thought, and glared at Duan Yu, "It's all your fault!"

"Blame me?"

Duan Yu pointed at himself, recalled what he did during the day, and apologized, "I'm sorry, Xiaosheng didn't do it on purpose."

"Humph!"

puff--

Only heard a slight sound, Duan Yu and the three saw the dragon pendant that had just left reappeared like a ghost.

Duan Yu was overjoyed, he hurried to meet him regardless of the rain.

"How is Shaoxia Lin?"

Long Peng looked serious, "Now, hurry up!"

"why?"

Looking at Zhong Ling who was asking the question, Long Peng's voice was cold, "It's up to you whether you want to go or not, so take a step first."

Say it.

Long Peng grabbed the bamboo basket on the ground, turned around and walked towards the horses outside.

"Sister Ling, Shaoxia Lin won't harm us, let's go quickly."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie... why are you going? You left when the ancestor came?"

A cold laugh suddenly sounded.

A skinny old monk with a bald head and no eyebrows came out of the shadows in a yellow robe of a Tibetan monk and cassock around his waist.

The old monk looked haggard, his eyes glowed with blood, and his eyes were greedy. He carried a Burmese knife that looked like a live snake on his shoulder.

- Patriarch Blood Knife.

"Hey, there's a little beauty. This little girl looks familiar, but she's so tender. The ancestor will be blessed tonight..."

"You... who are you?"

It seemed that the Blood Knife Patriarch's aura was too strong, so Zhong Ling couldn't help but took two steps back.

"Little beauty, let the ancestor love you first, hahaha..."

The blood knife patriarch licked his lips, looked excited, and rushed over.

hum-

The sound of the sword exploded, piercing through layers of rain curtains, and pointed at the back of the blood knife ancestor.

Clang——

A little spark splashed, and the ancestor of the blood knife drew his knife to protect him, staring at the dragon pendant in the rain.

"It was just you, a stinky brat, swaying in front of the ancestor. You are good at lightness, and the ancestor almost didn't notice you..."

"Hehe... You are not dead, your lightness kung fu is not bad."

Putting down the bamboo basket behind his back, Long Peng looked sideways at Duan Yu and the others, "You go first."

"Let's go? Did the ancestor agree?"

The Blood Knife Patriarch grinned grinningly, and slashed out with his knife, making him even more terrifying against the faint light of the blood knife.

"Don't hold back here, get out!"

Long Peng greeted him with a sword, and a surge of true energy erupted all over his body. The startled blood knife patriarch quickly increased his internal strength.

The two fight together.

The flashes of swords and swords continued, and the true energy flowed freely, rolling up the straw in the house and flying it all over the sky.

Duan Yu opened his mouth, "I...we..."

"Brother Duan, don't delay, leave quickly."

Zhong Ling's face was pale, and she carried the crying girl on the ground together with the bamboo basket on her back, grabbed Duan Yu's hand tightly, and then shouted at Mu Wanqing, "Sister Mu, don't be in a daze, hurry up and go."

"But……"

"But what? If it falls into the hands of this obscene monk, he might as well die and leave quickly."

"Then what should he do?"

"His martial arts..."

Before Zhong Ling finished speaking, the blood knife patriarch swung open the dragon tent, and grabbed her throat with his big hand, "Hehe...what are you going to do, let the patriarch be happy first."

Duan Yu turned pale with shock, and quickly stood in front of Zhong Ling.

Just listening to the sound of "Kacha——", Duan Yu's left arm was broken by a powerful force.

"Brother Duan, how are you doing?"

Duan Yu showed bloody courage which is rare, but didn't say a word.

The palm was aching from the shock, the ancestor of the blood knife looked at Duan Yu suspiciously, and thought, "What kind of martial arts does this kid practice, it can shock me."

call--

A gust of wind suddenly picked up, and a flash of sword light flickered like lightning, reaching the back of the blood knife ancestor's neck in the blink of an eye.

But he suddenly made a lunge and lowered his waist, narrowly avoiding it.

The sword didn't stop, and continued to stab Duan Yu's chest.

Under Zhong Ling's shocked gaze, Long Peng changed his move instantly and slashed down vertically.

unexpectedly.

The ancestor of the Blood Knife smiled sadly, and his whole body seemed to be like a fully drawn bow, and he shot out, cutting horizontally towards Longpeng's waist.

If ordinary people.

It is estimated that it was divided into two pieces by this unexpected and strange knife.

But Long Peng is not an ordinary person.

I saw a cold star flickering in his eyes, a piece of silk flew out of his left sleeve, wrapped around the beam of the house and hung in the air, and he drew out his sword to block it.

"Good boy, the reaction is really fast."

The ancestor of the blood knife couldn't help admiring, seeing that he couldn't easily take down the dragon pendant, he immediately turned his knife to kill Duan Yu and others who escaped from the gate.

Long Peng frowned, swung his whole body violently, and stabbed the blood knife ancestor's back heart with his sword again.

"Hey hey... I'm waiting for you!!"

The Blood Knife Patriarch smiled sinisterly, and made a move of "Blood Moon in the Sky", the whole person soared into the air, and landed behind Long Peng like a geese returning to its nest. The speed was so fast that it was hard to guard against.

The blade is like snow, cold and penetrating.

Clang——

But I saw Long Peng's first style "Mulan Back Shot", originally a forward stabbing sword, as nimble as a dragon swimming in the water, it was transported behind him, just in time to meet the sharp blade.

"Um……?"

The ancestor of the blood knife was very surprised, he quickly stepped back and asked, "Little brat, how did you see through the trick of the ancestor?"

"Old and immortal, why don't you guess?"

Long Peng held a sword and stood tall, his whole body was full of true energy, his clothes were billowing endlessly, and the wind and rain were not close to him, like a fairy or a god.

"Little bastard, wait for the ancestor to capture you, and see if you still speak hard!"

The meat in his mouth was gone, and he was ridiculed for a while, the blood knife ancestor's face darkened.

"Immortal, come here if you have the ability."

"Humph!"

The ancestor of Xuedao snorted coldly, but he didn't intend to make a move. He squinted his eyes. With his bald head and no eyebrows, he was still scary at night.

"Looking at your moves just now, it must be from the same school as Li Mochou."

Long Peng was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect to be spotted by him.

"You're not blind."

"Little bastard, the patriarch heard that Li Mochou killed many people in the south of the Yangtze River, and is being hunted down by the Jiangnan martial arts. He is about to be caught. Li Mochou is so beautiful that he can't die, but he is afraid that he will be happy. God..."

"Old man, your aggressive skills are too shallow."

"Ha ha……"

The ancestor of Xuedao sneered twice, "Little brat, do you really think that the ancestor is chatting with you?"

"What's the matter, are you waiting for your disciples?"

Long Peng sneered, "According to those gangs of blood knifemen, you want to catch me, just dream."

The words just fell.

The rapid sound of horseshoes sounded, but many blood-knife monks with swords and horses appeared.

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor, the disciples are here."

"The ancestor is this kid who is barking, the disciple will go and chop him into minced meat."

"The disciples are going too."

……

"To shut up!"

The Blood Knife Patriarch sneered, and the noise around him disappeared, leaving only the soft sound of rain, "Three people fled towards the Dali King City just now, and there are still traces, one on one horse, go after them."

"Disciple obey!"

"Yes."

……

About half of the blood knife monks left on horseback, while the rest stared at Long Peng with unkind faces.

"How about the kid? Didn't expect that?"

The Blood Knife Patriarch laughed wantonly with a crazy expression, but his cold eyes were still staring at Long Peng.

Obviously.

His heart was not as crazy as he showed.

"Old Ancestor, let the disciples take this bastard down."

"No rush, no rush, waiting for half an hour, the three of them have two horses, one is a pony, they can't run very far, we just need to keep an eye on this little bastard, don't let him run away."

The ancestor of the blood knife sat leisurely on the chair brought by his disciples, his eyes never moved away from Long Peng, like a poisonous snake locked on its prey.

"Little brat, why don't you speak?"

Long Peng remained expressionless, and said in a cold voice, "I don't know how to kill you if I don't speak."

"Then come on, why are you standing outside in the rain?"

As soon as the Blood Knife Patriarch finished speaking, there was a huge burst of laughter around him, all provoking Long Peng.

"Hehe, fighting with the ancestor?"

The Blood Knife Patriarch looked disdainful, "The Patriarch has traveled more bridges than you, so why do you fight Patriarch?"

whoosh-

But he heard the sound of piercing the air, and a hidden weapon that extracts poison flew out. At the same time, Long Peng leaped lightly to the eaves, and when he was about to continue to escape, a saber light struck from behind, forcing him to turn around to defend.

"Little brat can't bear it anymore?"

The ancestor of the blood knife smiled sinisterly, held the knife in both hands, and slashed quickly, and he had chopped more than ten knives in a few breaths.

"break!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the Blood Knife Patriarch was exchanging his interest.

Long Peng yelled loudly, and made a move of "Hu Shuang Qianli", slashing out a cold sword energy, which instantly turned the rainwater into an ice sword that was nearly ten feet long, and he was so shocked that he quickly dodged.

"Good boy, I almost took you by the hand."

Looking at the injury on his shoulder, the Blood Knife Patriarch's face completely darkened, "Quickly tell me, how do you know Patriarch's moves."

puff-

puff-

puff...

On the roof, Long Peng pierced the throats of several blood knife monks with several swords, "You want to know? Then let me stab you with a sword!"

"Die!!"

The Blood Knife Patriarch's eyes turned cold, and he tried his best to display the strange knife technique of "Blood Knife Sutra", which doubled the pressure on Long Peng.

Moves are dead, people are alive.

Even if Long Peng knew the flaws in his moves when his martial arts had reached the level of the Blood Knife Patriarch, he didn't dare to strike easily.

Who knows if it was a trap he deliberately set up?

A single mistake can determine victory or defeat, as well as life and death, and there is no room for Long Peng to be careless and reckless.

"Little bastard, with such deep inner strength, why are you cowering when you fight? Look at you, you are so beautiful, aren't you a ballsless bitch?" The ancestor of the blood knife bared his middle door and taunted again.

Long Peng pursed his lips, ignored his wide open middle door, and pointed his sword at his throat, forcing him to return to guard.

"Stinky boy, you are really cautious!"

Seeing that Long Peng didn't take the bait for a long time, the ancestor of Xuedao gradually lost his heart to talk nonsense, and his swords became faster and weirder.

The two wrestled on the eaves.

One knife and one sword were as fast as lightning, and the blood knife monk next to him couldn't do it at all, so he had to wait and see from below.

This dozen, is a whole night.

The sky is clear, the drizzle has stopped, and the light of the morning sun falls on the body, making it warm.

But the two people covered in blood on the roof were in no mood to pay attention.

Swinging back the dragon pendant, the ancestor of Xuedao wondered why the disciples sent out to chase Duan Yu and the three had not returned yet.

"Little bastard, after fighting for so long, I still don't know your name, let me tell the ancestor."

Long Peng touched the blood on his face, his reddish pupils were full of murderous intent, "I don't die, remember, the person who killed you is called Long Peng!!"

In a word.

Long Peng jumped out, his speed was two points faster than the first one.

'Damn it, I met a lunatic today! '

The ancestor of the blood knife cursed in his heart, raised his knife and rushed out again, after more than a hundred moves, the two separated.

The Blood Knife Patriarch consumed more than half of his internal energy, coupled with the fact that those disciples had not returned for a long time, he was faintly uneasy, and already had the intention of retreating in his heart.

"You are lucky today, the ancestor is not as knowledgeable as you."

"let's go!"

"Want to go?"

Long Peng twisted his neck, his eyes were scarlet, and his murderous aura was almost solidified, making people suffocated, "Leave your head before you leave!!"

(End of this chapter)