Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 80 Night falls
setting sun.

Konoha Xiaoxiao, the setting sun is all over the sky.

A little bit of cold light pierced through the void, appearing in front of Wushuang's neck, extremely charming.

Wushuang was startled, swung the sword case, and then turned sideways to avoid seven or eight feet away, opened the sword case, and inside were a fiery red long sword and twelve small swords.

——The Peerless Sword Box.

"Feng Xiao, go!!"

Clang——

Yan Shisan waved his sword casually, and the Feng Xiao sword was swung away and stuck into the soil.

The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and it will never return.

"One handle is not enough."

"Try again now!"

Wushuang slapped the sword box and shouted, "Qingshuang, Yunsuo, Yu Ruyi, wrap your fingers around!"

Five flying swords hang in the air, dancing lightly like butterflies, confusing and confusing, their whereabouts are difficult to determine, the piercing cold light appears from time to time and then hides quickly, every time it reappears, it must be accompanied by the sound of gold and stone colliding.

Yan Shisan did not move a single step, holding the sword in one hand, swinging it casually, regardless of whether the sword was light or heavy, rigid or soft, he still didn't have the slightest intention to move his footsteps, he just swung it slowly and slowly. holding a sword.

moment.

"Not enough! Not enough! Not enough!! Show your skills!!"

Yan Shisan suddenly shouted angrily, took a step forward, and swung a sword, where the dark sword energy passed, there was no life, and everything was forced to retreat.

With one strike, the five flying swords were swung back, and all of them were returned to the sword box.

"puff--"

Wushuang spat out blood, and the two Wushuang City disciples beside him died on the spot.

The thirteen swords of life-killing, killing swordsmanship, this sword is out of the sheath, no blood will not return.

General Lu Yuzhai came back to his senses, raised his gun and ran to Wushuang, his eyes full of concern, "Wushuang, how are you doing, Wushuang..."

"Cough cough..."

Wushuang wiped the corners of his lips with his sleeve, raised his hand to prevent Lu Yudi from approaching, and stared at Yan Shisan excitedly.

"Uncle, what's your name, your swordsmanship is amazing."

click -

The pitch-black long sword returned to the scabbard with thirteen pearls, and the murderous aura gradually faded. He said calmly, "Yan Shisan."

"Yan Shisan..."

Wushuang repeated it several times, eyes widened, "Sword Demon, Yan Shisan, uncle, I've heard your name before!!"

"Oh……"

Yan Shisan was a little surprised, and said lightly, "Little guy, you are a little interesting."

Sword Demon, Yan Shisan.

The name is loud, but not all that loud.

Many of the things he did in the past would be thought to be done by that Xie Xiaofeng who has long since disappeared.

As if he could only be the shadow of Xie Xiaofeng.

He, Yan Shisan, is a loner and will not be anyone's shadow.

Absolutely not!

Wushuang patted the sword box at Dudu, the sound of the sword sounded, he laughed, his white teeth were stained with blood.

"Uncle come again!"

"Come again?"

Yan Shisan frowned slightly, looked down at his Bone Poison Sword, and said in a deep voice, "Go, hit again, you will die in my hands."

"Your talent is very good, but you are too young. Come to me when you have a few more handles."

"Uncle..."

Lu Yuzhai quickly grabbed him and said anxiously, "Little ancestor, shut up, if you die, I will be torn to pieces, and I can't explain to Master."

"Brother, you misunderstood."

Wushuang plucked his ears, turned to Yan Shisan and said, "Uncle, if I want to attack this monk, you won't stop me, right?"

"random."

Yan Shisan glanced at Wu Xin, his eyes flickered with coldness, and said, "Also, don't call me uncle, I'm not much older than you."

"Got it, uncle."

Wushuang replied with a smile, then stroked the sword box with a solemn expression, telling Lei Wujie and his party to look like they were facing an enemy.

……

Yan Shisan walked to Long Peng's side step by step, stopped to examine for a while, and asked doubtfully, "You only opened 'Qi Hua'?"

Long Peng nodded slightly, and said calmly, "You only have the 'fine flower' unbloomed."

"good eyesight."

"You're good too."

"Do you know what I'm here for?"

"Before you came, I knew, but after you came, I'm not sure."

"Hahaha……"

Yan Shisan laughed loudly, took the wine bag from his waist, and drank wildly for a while, "Dongfang Bubai asked me to come."

Long Peng's pupils shrank slightly, "What do you mean?"

Yan Shisan smiled, looked at those young men who were fighting fiercely with Wushuang, and said slowly, "What is the name of that spear fairy from Xueyue City..."

"Sikong Changfeng."

"Yes, that's him, Sikong Changfeng."

Yan Shisan nodded, "He can't come."

"what for?"

"literal meaning."

"Is it life or death?"

"I don't know."

Yan Shisan handed the wine pouch to Long Peng, stopped the calluses on his hands, shook his head and said, "It's a pity, you practice swords, but you don't concentrate on practicing swords, otherwise today, I will have a big fight with you."

"Should I be thankful? Cough cough...cough cough..."

Long Peng drank with a smile, and then he choked on the spicy wine and coughed, "Wine is really not very good, I still like tea."

"How can a gangster who doesn't know how to drink?"

Yan Shisan snatched back the wine bag, took another big gulp, and sighed, "I feel sorry..."

Long Peng pursed his lips and asked, "Are you a member of the Sun Moon Sect now?"

Yan Shisan shook his head, then nodded again.

"At the beginning of the year before last, I practiced the "Thirteen Swords of Desperation" handed down from my family, and began to challenge all the sword masters in the Ming Dynasty. There was no opponent. At the beginning of last year..."

Yan Shisan took another sip of his wine, "That little sword god, Ximen Chuuxue, he took the initiative to challenge me, and was defeated by my sword, and the way of the sword is the same."

Long Peng was slightly surprised, "He died?"

"No."

Yan Shisan shook his head, "He is five or six years younger than me, he has only practiced for a short time, and there are still a lot of loopholes in the way of swordsmanship. I cherish my talent, so I didn't kill him."

"Have you fought against Baiyun City Lord, Ye Gucheng?"

Yan Shisan was silent for a while, "I fought with him during Chinese New Year last year."

"Who's winning?"

Yan Shisan opened his clothes, only to see a sword wound on his heart. The sword wound missed the heart by only an inch.

"I lost half of the chips in the way of swordsmanship, and I don't need to mention the rest."

Yan Shisan gulped down his wine and said slowly, "He didn't kill me, just like I didn't kill Ximen Chuuxue."

"Dongfang Bubai promised me to help me find a swordsman who is as strong as me and has superb swordsmanship. At first, I thought that swordsman was you. After all, the must-kill list said that you have excellent swordsmanship, so I thought you were too." To practice the way of the sword, I never thought about it, you practice the sword, but you don’t just practice the sword.”

Long Peng smiled and looked up at the sky, "I don't understand you sword gods, sword gods, sword gods, I... just want to ask about becoming immortals."

"Immortal."

Yan Shisan smiled, "What, is it a terrestrial immortal in the realm of heaven and man? A heavenly immortal who ascended through the gate of heaven? Or a banished immortal? Or a free-spirited mortal immortal who moves as he pleases?"

"Who knows? Every step counts."

Yan Shisan patted Long Peng's shoulder and stood up, "The future is worrying..."

"Maybe."

Long Peng smiled and asked, "By the way, you want to be a sword master and have superb swordsmanship. Why don't you spend money to buy news?"

"Hey...do you think I'm rich?"

Long Peng sized it up for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's not like that."

"However, these pearls on your sword should be worth a lot of money, right?"

"This one……"

Yan Shisan caressed his scabbard with thirteen pearls and sighed, "It's all fake."

"fake?"

"It was detained by me early, and I sold the money to buy wine."

Yan Shisan was silent for a while, then said earnestly, "Staying in the rivers and lakes and practicing kung fu are all costing money."

"Oh……?"

Long Peng showed a strange smile, "It's all like this, what do you think about me? After all, I am a man worth 20 taels of gold."

"If you get my head, it can be exchanged for tens of thousands of gold..."

Yan Shisan sighed, "I'm not good at qinggong. Also, you are no longer worth 20 taels. Black Stone and the killer organization that Dianhong belongs to have withdrawn your bounty, and your value has plummeted."

Long Peng was a little surprised. Just as he was about to make a question, his ears twitched slightly. He suddenly looked in the direction of going up the mountain and narrowed his eyes.

"Is someone here again?"

"It looks like you're traveling together..."

"That's right, and it seems to be fighting with someone."

Yan Shisanxu closed his eyes and listened carefully, "These two are good at swordsmanship, one is as fast as thunder, and the other is as heavy as a mountain, they are a match for each other."

"They should still be on the mountainside, you can hear them so far away."

"I may not be able to recognize other weapons, but they use swords."

Yan Shisan looked confident, glanced at the people who were fighting like a raging fire over there, and said, "The meaning of Dongfang Bubai is to keep all the people here."

Although Long Peng had guessed for a long time, he couldn't help being a little surprised when he heard the words, "Isn't the leader afraid of being besieged by various forces?"

"Who knows, right..."

Yan Shisan asked curiously, "Is your leader a man or a woman?"

"This one……"

Long Peng was startled, he didn't expect Yan Shisan to have such a side, he said hesitantly, "It should be a woman..."

"Why are you asking this?"

"Ahem... nothing, just want to ask..."

Yan Shisan coughed twice, with a joyful expression on his face, turned his back, and said calmly, "They are almost done beating, why don't you make a move?"

"This... this..."

Long Peng's expression was a bit unnatural, but fortunately he was wearing a mask, so no one could tell.

"I think we can wait a little longer."

Yan Shisan was slightly puzzled and turned around to look at Long Peng sitting under the tree.

"This time it's not only me, but also others. If you don't put in any effort, if it gets to Dongfang Bubai's ears, it will be difficult, right?"

"There are others, who are they?"

Yan Shisan raised his chin, "They are here."

It's already night.

But I saw a group of warriors in black robes and masks flocking to the top of the mountain.

"Who is this, Master Long?"

A hoarse, deep and old voice sounded like a howling ghost, which made people feel inexplicably flustered at night.

The leader, the man in black, took a step forward, took out a token from his pocket, and said coldly, "Heimu Ling, if the leader is here in person, Long Peng, you still don't come forward to pay homage."

"Yo...you are dressed as Blackstone killers, when did you turn your back on the light?"

"As for visiting...the leader doesn't let me visit, you want to use chicken feathers as arrows, don't you?"

Long Peng said sarcastically, and stepped forward a few steps.

The man in black frowned, but he didn't expect this scene, "Are you Long Peng?"

"It's me, what's wrong?"

"Long Da Keqing, the leader asked you to arrest people, but you are here to watch a play, it seems that you don't take the leader seriously."

Long Peng tilted his head and said coldly, "You don't need to intervene in my affairs, just do what you are supposed to do. As for the leader, I will explain it myself, and you don't need to worry about it."

The Wheel-Running King snorted coldly, glanced at a figure standing under the tree, his pupils shrank slightly.

Yan Shisan stood with his sword in his arms, and said calmly, "King of the Wheel, we meet again. Is the wound on your chest healed?"

Zhuanlun Wang said sadly, "I'm sorry to bother you, but it's already healed."

"That's good."

Yan Shisan nodded, "You were the one who fought with someone just now. I didn't expect to see you in half a year. Your swordsmanship has improved. Are you interested in having a fight?"

The wheel king heard the words, his eyes trembled slightly, and he touched his chest with lingering fear.

"We'll talk about it later."

Looking at those teenagers who stopped fighting with puzzled faces, and that white-haired fairy who didn't know when to appear.

King Zhuanlun frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Yan Shisan, the leader wants you to keep the white-haired fairy out of Khotan, but you let him come here, but that's the end of the matter, that's all."

"Hold that white-haired fairy, wait until I capture all these juniors, and then talk about other things."

Yan Shisan raised his eyebrows, raised his sword, "What's the matter, you still want to order me?"

Turning Wheel King looked back at Long Peng and the two, and said coldly, "I don't care what you do, I just know that the leader will be here in a few days, so don't say I didn't remind you."

The night wind is rustling.

The King of Wheels stood upright on the top of the mountain, wearing a large black robe that fluttered in the wind, his eyes were cold, and he shouted, "Do it!"

"Yes!"

With an order, everyone agreed, and they all took out their weapons, and hundreds of killers rushed out.

For a moment, the relatively spacious mountain top was surrounded by water.

"What do you want to do?" Yan Shisan asked.

"Ugh……"

Long Peng sighed, looking at the bloody young man, "I don't know, I'm a little embarrassed..."

"I'm ready to do it, the white-haired fairy sword is really good, I like it very much..."

Yan Shisanxu closed his eyes, staring fixedly at the white-haired fairy who was fighting with the wheel-turning king, the hand holding the sword hilt trembled slightly, excited, and at the same time, a faint breath of death emerged, black and indistinct, It seemed that he had floated out of hell, and everyone around him was terrified.

"Get out of the way."

Yan Shisan yelled violently, and the Black Stone Killer in front of him fell to the ground. He strode up to the white-haired fairy, and said in a deep voice, "You... use your sword, beat me, and I won't stop you. "

The white-haired fairy was covered in blood. Hearing the words, he looked sideways, clenched the hilt of his sword, and replied, "Okay!"

"Come!"

Accompanied by his yelling, he rushed out, and the remaining might of his sword made the Black Stone Killer all over him fall back uncontrollably, what's more, he couldn't dodge in time and turned into a ball of flesh.

"This……"

Zhuanlun Wang watched, the veins twitching at the corners of his brows, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yan Shisan..."

"Whoosh..."

After trying to calm down for a while, the King of Wheels yelled, "Except Lei Bin and the other three, everyone should block all the roads going down the mountain, and don't let anyone go down the mountain!"

"Yes!!"

(End of this chapter)