Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees.

Chapter 904 Is this awesome? (7k2)

As soon as these two sentences were uttered, everyone present was shocked, and shocking thoughts arose in their minds.

Before the list of the top ten and the ten most vicious ones, the top ten martial arts masters were the pinnacle of Da Xia's combat power. How many people in the world practiced martial arts diligently day and night, fought for life and death, traveled far and wide, and comprehended the world, just to become the top ten and become famous all over the world one day.

Being among the top ten is equivalent to obtaining the title of academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences in the academic world, and it can even be regarded as winning the Nobel Prize worldwide, making you a top figure.

But such a young man raised these two questions to Daokui.

How dare he?

Daokui is not a good-tempered and reasonable person. The only person in the world who can criticize Daokui to his face is Axe Immortal. If the other ten Kuis asked this question, it would be a big deal that would tear their faces apart.

Wu Zhengtang swallowed his saliva. He was afraid that an all-out battle between top masters would start right now. By then, the aftermath alone would be enough to kill a rookie like him seven or eight times.

The shopkeeper on the second floor was so frightened that he sobered up. He cast a vigilant look at the woman at the same table: "This... lady, why don't you stop them?"

"What's there to stop?" Huang Qiyun picked up the wine glass with his fingers and took a sip: "He's not wrong. Those who bully others by taking advantage of their power should be prepared to be bullied in return. The sword master has only this kind of character. It's not worth being vigilant at all."

Zhou Shi Daokui stared at the young man in close proximity with a sullen face. He was not angry, or rather, he knew that he should not be angry yet.

I have no idea where this person came from, nor can I figure out his true strength... However, since he dares to challenge me face to face, he must be a saint at best. Although he looks young, he might be an old monster over a hundred years old.

After all, he was a sword master who had been canonized as a saint, but he couldn't even sense a trace of his aura. It showed how restrained his spirit was. If one met him on the street, one wouldn't be able to sense any difference between him and an ordinary person. What a terrifying control he had.

"Who are you?" Zhou Kui asked in a deep voice.

"A passerby." Bai Yu said calmly, "I just can't stand you bullying the younger generation. When did Daxia become so unruly?"

"Rules? This is a matter between my Zhou family and the Wu family. It would be unruly for you to intervene rashly, right?" Zhou Kui said slowly, "If you insist on intervening, I can give you some face and let this kid apologize and leave."

"Heh..." Bai Yu sneered, "What does it have to do with the Wu family? I just don't like you."

Dao Kui narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that you must compete with me today. Are you here for the title of Dao Kui?"

"Not really." Bai Yu said in a shocking tone, "Even if I beat you and took the title, there would be no sense of accomplishment. Would anyone feel happy and proud for beating a country goose?"

This is naked contempt.

But even at this point, Dao Kui still did not lose his temper. He was still restraining himself and controlling his emotions very well.

Not for any other reason, but because... his knife was in Bai Yu's hand.

As the leader of the swordsmen and a swordsman, his weapon fell into the hands of the opponent at the first moment, which meant that even if he wanted to draw his sword at this time, he might not have the chance.

Not to mention that Bai Yu was just talking now, even if he really slapped him, Zhou Kui would have to endure it and wait for the opportunity to grab the knife.

Bai Yu also noticed Zhou Kui's eyes and small movements.

"I know what you're thinking right now: It's because I just stole your knife unintentionally and took advantage of it."

"You will endure whatever I say, even though you are totally unconvinced in your heart."

Dao Kui said nothing.

Bai Yu turned the "Crossing River Pawn" around and handed the handle to Zhou Kui: "Then I will give you a chance to be convinced."

Zhou Kui stared at the knife handle that was handed to him, his eyes showing a hint of confusion, which turned into anger after he said the next sentence.

Bai Yu, who had been standing sideways the whole time, didn't even look directly at the sword master from five hundred years ago, and his tone was bland, almost contemptuous.

"Pull out the knife first and then try to convince me."

Again and again.

It is unbearable to always have the good temper of a clay Buddha, and the sword master Zhou Kui is not a person with a good temper. He is known as the "mad sword" in the martial arts world. His sword skills are fierce and violent, just like his personality.

If you have too good a temper, you won't be able to use this kind of knife skills.

Faced with the hilt handed to him, Zhou Kui could not back down. This was related to the reputation of the Sword Master, and also to his own spirit... Even though he was wary of this man of unknown origin, he no longer had the opportunity to retreat.

Zhou Kui did not hold the hilt of the knife, but raised his right hand and controlled the knife with his Qi.

At a distance of about half a foot, he clenched his five fingers together, trying to pull the Crossing the River Soldier out of the scabbard.

His action indeed caused the famous sword to tremble. When it came out of the scabbard about two inches, a cold light leaked out from the scabbard. The blade vibrated and hit the scabbard. A breeze spread between the two of them. The wind blew within three feet nearby, and a layer of white frost condensed on the ground in an instant.

The sword intent, evil spirit, sword force and the power of heaven and earth created this strange phenomenon.

Zhou Kui stared at the shaking weapon, his eyes showing a bit more hostility. He raised his right hand another seven inches higher. His true energy was like countless threads wrapped around the hilt, trying to pull it out. With the energy connected, the Crossing the River Soldier managed to pull three inches of the weapon out of the scabbard.

A tinkling sound came from inside the scabbard, the blade was vibrating, and sparks were actually flowing out from the slightly tilted inside of the scabbard.

The people from the Wu and Zhou families looked at the scene in front of them without daring to breathe. This was totally beyond their comprehension. They just found it unbelievable, just like a group of high school students watching a Schultz Prize-winning mathematician writing on the blackboard. There was confusion and stupidity in their eyes, but that didn't stop them from shouting "WTF" and "This is awesome!"

Come to a distance of three inches.

The knife master's breathing became noticeably rapid, and the movement of raising his hand became slower and more difficult. The more the knife was unsheathed, the more resistance it encountered inside increased exponentially. In the extremely slow process of raising his hand, the knife was unsheathed another inch, reaching four inches.

Zhou Kui already had sweat on his forehead.

He quietly gathered his strength in his chest, and suddenly a violent tornado appeared on the blade, forming a circular wave of wind. The blade vibrated at a high frequency, and then it was unsheathed another inch, reaching a length of five inches... At the same time, a gap appeared on the pillar not far away, and the large pillar that a man could hug was cut in half.

At this time, Dao Kui was unaware that he was sweating profusely. Sweat was sliding down his cheeks and the hair on his forehead was matted into a ball by sweat.

Bai Yu's eyes remained calm and expressionless, as if he were a mountain.

To others, the difference is obvious.

Everyone knows that preventing someone from drawing a sword is much more difficult than drawing the sword itself.

Bai Yu was only holding the scabbard, but the contemporary sword master was unable to pull out the sword despite trying so hard. His demeanor of making it seem like he was doing nothing showed that his strength level was definitely above that of the sword master.

Zhou Kui was in a difficult situation.

The first push is strong, the second is weak, the third is exhausted... He has been taking deep breaths several times in a row, but he can only pull the knife out five inches.

When he glanced sideways, he met Bai Yu's indifferent gaze that said "just like that", and he immediately felt indignant... Just as he was distracted, the knife was pushed back a little, from five inches to four and a half inches.

no……!
Zhou Kui realized that he had been too arrogant. If he continued like this, even if it took him half an hour, he would definitely be the first to run out of energy!
He immediately gave up the idea of ​​controlling the sword with Qi, and grabbed the hilt with his right hand. His five fingers held the weapon, but he did not pull it out. Instead, he suddenly turned the hilt, and the whole sword and scabbard spun like a top.

In this way, Bai Yu was forced to release the scabbard.

Bai Yu did indeed loosen the scabbard, clenched his five fingers, and put some distance between them.

The two men switched positions. Bai Yu changed from holding tightly to holding lightly, while Zhou Kui changed from holding lightly to holding firmly. He took advantage of this opportunity to pull out the river-crossing pawn to nine inches in one go.

"Good!" Xihai Zhou cheered repeatedly.

Bai Yu suddenly smiled, and then pushed his right hand forward, as if to push the knife back into the scabbard; Zhou Kui's face changed drastically, and he immediately tried to stop him, but he couldn't. The scabbard closed together with the blade at an extremely fast speed, quickly pressing from nine inches to seven inches.

The sword master had to change to holding the sword with both hands, and only then was he able to barely stop Bai Yu's counterattack, but he could only barely hold on to five inches.

Two invisible but tangible forces were constantly sawing back and forth on the pawn crossing the river. Sparks mixed with frost flew everywhere, spider-web-like cracks spread from under the feet of the two men, and the granular objects produced by the broken objects were miraculously suspended. All kinds of phenomena generated heat from friction on Newton's coffin.

At this point, everyone can see that... Zhou Kui can't pull out the knife.

He used both hands, but was unable to stop the opponent's push with one hand. He was like a vassal who was conquered along the way, constantly ceding territory, until only three inches of land was left.

Zhou Kui's eyes turned red.

He has been practicing swordsmanship all his life, so how could he accept such a ridiculous result? Facing a powerful enemy, he couldn't even draw his sword.

Seeing that the last three inches of distance were about to be completely lost, he roared in anger and kicked directly towards Bai Yu.

Bai Yu did not expect Zhou Kui to make such a kick, and activated the Holy Land for passive defense. Although he himself remained motionless, he gave the opponent a chance to withdraw. Dao Kui used the force to bounce back several meters away and drew his weapon from the scabbard at the same time.

Although the scabbard was still in Bai Yu's hand, he finally managed to draw the sword successfully.

Huang Qiyun couldn't bear it any longer and slammed the table and stood up: "What a shameless guy!"

Zhou Kui was not justified but still confident: "You didn't say I can't use my feet!"

No matter what posture was used, at least the knife was pulled out.

The sword master thought that just drawing the sword was not the end, so he simply took advantage of the situation and gave chase.

He was now a little angry and had forgotten many thoughts.

The mad knife rises with the wind.

The cold blade light slashed directly at the vital parts of Bai Yu's torso without any explanation.

This move by Dao Kui has already reached the top of the martial arts world.

When it comes to direct combat capabilities, Zhou Kui's title as the sword master is not in vain, his strength is actually on the same level as the spear master... and those who use swords are usually no match for those who use guns. From here we can see that his strength level is slightly better than that of the Wu family's spear master, but because of the compatibility of the weapons, his sword skills are unable to exert their strongest power.

This mad sword is undoubtedly the pinnacle of martial arts.

But this was only the martial arts world five hundred years ago.

The reason why Bai Yu looked down on Zhou Kui was that compared to the brilliant swordsman Huo Qiu Shui of later generations, he was far inferior in both talent and character.

Although Huo Qiu Shui also had his faults and was a little too protective of the Martial Saint Pavilion when he was older, he devoted his entire life to serving the country and the people, always abided by the rules, and never did anything to stifle the younger generation.

Even though the two sides were hostile at first, he only put a little pressure on Bai Yu and made things difficult for him. After realizing his talent, he immediately gave up suppressing him and turned to supporting him.

In terms of character, Zhou Kui is far inferior to Huo Qiu Shui.

In terms of strength and talent, Huo Qiu Shui alone improved Da Xia's swordsmanship by more than ten feet.

Bai Yu just took a look at the sword Zhou Kui swung and lost interest.

This sword technique is not as fast as Thousand Machine Rakshasa; nor as heavy as Crossing the River Three Swords.

Identified as an outdated antique.

Bai Yu's eyes turned cold, he grasped the scabbard with his backhand, used it as a weapon, and chopped down with a powerful force like thunder... The third sword to cross the river: domineering!

The pawn crossing the river faced the scabbard.

What should have been a crushing victory turned into a one-sided suppression with unstoppable force.

But it was completely different from what one had imagined, the scabbard was actually suppressing the mad knife.

Bai Yu's cultivation is no longer what it used to be. After many battles, his realm has long been completely consolidated. His mastery of the Three Swords of Crossing the River has also incorporated the essence of Qianji Luosha's swordsmanship. He has integrated the swordsmanship of the two sword saints in his hands. This first sword move, which comes first, has been completely mastered by him.

Even if Qianji Luosha and Huo Qiushui came here, they would have to lie down obediently if they were hit by this knife.

Before this blow, the Mad Blade could only be said to be too fragile. It was too focused on attack power and sharpness, and too focused on moves. It was completely defeated in terms of strength and speed, just like a clothesline against a Mach 3 baseball bat.

Even if the former could really shoot down Feiyan, it would not be able to stop the latter's violent destruction.

The results are obvious.

In the overwhelming attack, the pawn was pushed back and hit Zhou Kui's chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which turned into mist. He lost his balance and retreated all the way. His chest collapsed. His hands pressed against the back of the knife, but he still couldn't stop the powerful force of the knife. He flew out of the restaurant from the side and retreated nearly 500 meters. His back hit the city wall and then he barely stopped. Several eye-catching cracks extended all the way from the wall.

The contemporary sword master sat down against the city wall, his two hands tightly grasping the weapons in their hands. Whether it was his right hand holding the handle or his left hand holding the back of the sword, the bones could be seen at the worn places, and both hands were broken.

After all, the body of the Martial Saint is too fragile and lacks the protection of a sanctuary. The result of a head-on collision is that the weaker party will become a piece of cake.

Tap tap...the sound of footsteps is nearby.

Bai Yu followed along, holding a scabbard in his hand. Hundreds of onlookers had gathered on both sides of the road.

Although it was late at night, there were many people in Gelu City, and the people in the martial arts world had irregular lifestyles, so there were many street urchins shopping. Seeing such a big mess, even if they didn't dare to join in the fun, they would definitely eat some melon seeds nearby.

Someone took a closer look and exclaimed, "Oh my god, isn't that the Zhou family's sword master?"

The onlookers nearby trembled with their fingers and almost threw the melon rind away: "You didn't see it wrong?"

"Even if I can't recognize the person, I can recognize that sword! It's the Crossing Sword, one of the top three famous swords in history. It must have been passed down for many generations!"

"Really... isn't it? That's the Sword Master, how did he become like this?"

"Oh my God, the dignified Martial Saint Wu Kui...could he have offended the Martial Immortal?"

Passersby around were talking about it, and then quickly fell silent.

Because Bai Yu had already approached with the scabbard in hand, looking at Zhou Kui who was already leaning against the wall and trying to stand up, he said calmly: "Are you convinced?"

Although Zhou Kui was an arrogant person, as a martial artist he understood the principle of standing firm and taking a beating. If you are not as skilled as your opponent, then you are not as skilled as your opponent. Although the sword attack that the opponent had just used was only a flash in the pan, it was enough for him to catch up with for the rest of his life.

"You, ahem, you won..." He said weakly, "From now on, you are the new Sword Master."

"No need." Bai Yu threw the scabbard back: "I've said it before, I don't like it!"

“Ahem, wait, wait…” Zhou Kui struggled to stand up: “You, you are Bai… Mr. Bai?!”

Wow——!
The originally quiet crowd at the scene was now a little noisy, with many eyes cast on Bai Yu, and everyone started to discuss in low voices when they saw his appearance.

“It really looks like…”

"This young man is exactly like the one in the storyteller's commentary."

"Is there really such a person in the world? Not only is he so handsome, but his cultivation is even better than Wu Kui's?"

"That's not victory. Look at what happened to Dao Kui."

"Why did they clash? Did Dao Kui get drunk and flirt with Miss Huang?"

Bai Yu also realized that his identity would be recognized, and said calmly: "It's me... If you want revenge, I'll leave you an address and a note, just come, you can also bring that West Sea Gun King with you, I don't mind fighting you two alone."

The audience was stunned again, and the people in the martial arts world were dazzled.

Such domineering words spoken in such a calm tone really make people's blood boil.

After all, life is so boring, so showing off is a necessity for many people. Watching others showing off can also satisfy their spiritual needs. That's why people in the underworld enjoy gossip so much.

“How dare I…” Zhou Kui sighed. He didn’t expect that he had just been warned by the leader, but now he hit this wall.

He looked at the other person's back with bitterness, thinking silently... You are really handsome, but why don't you wear white clothes? This way I won't recognize the wrong person.

He was just looking for a place to heal his wounds when he suddenly saw an axe coming down, glancing at his scalp and falling to the ground, blocking his way.

Dao Kui broke out in a cold sweat, then took a deep breath and looked at the person who came: "Miss Shen San, do you want to kill me?"

"I came here because I heard someone was causing trouble. I didn't expect that you, the leader of swords, would get involved." Shen Xiruo glanced at Zhou Kui and raised her eyebrows, "I wanted to come over to stop the fight, but I didn't expect that you would also get humiliated."

"My skills are just not as good as others." Zhou Kui said calmly.

"You lost?" Shen Xiruo asked in surprise.

"We lost." Dao Kui said, "According to the rules of the martial arts world, the Zhou family will be held responsible for what happened today. I will go to the City Lord's Mansion to plead guilty, and have the younger generation of my family apologize to the Wu family."

"It's not like you to be so bold and responsible." Shen Xiruo raised her eyebrows. In her impression, Zhou Kui was quite arrogant and had a domineering personality. He always looked unconvinced towards everyone.

"If everything is alright, Zhou will go back to heal his wounds first."

Zhou Kui clasped his fists, bent down, turned around, grabbed the scabbard, and staggered away.

He is indeed arrogant, but not unreasonable. He didn't do this in the past because it was unnecessary, and he does it now because he doesn't want to care.

The sword technique that Bai Yu had just used was far superior to all the sword techniques he had ever seen.

The sword master thought he was at the top of the mountain of swordsmanship in the world, but he didn't expect that the sky was nine levels high. The scenery presented before his eyes after rising up would surely make a swordsman excited.

For a martial arts madman, nothing is more worthy of joy and happiness than this. He seems to have found back the state of mind when he was young practicing sword. He has no distractions and only wants to practice sword, because he has a goal to pursue and the possibility of going further.

This is really a surprising and good thing.

In comparison, the conflict between the Wu and Zhou families was totally insignificant. He was even too lazy to care about the trivial matter of family reputation.

Shen Xiruo raised her hand, and the guards from the City Lord's Mansion behind her came closer.

"Don't we have to go to the restaurant?"

"No need." Shen Xiruo shook her head. She guessed who was in the restaurant.

Today is not suitable to meet the other party, otherwise it might arouse suspicion.

And given her position, it is not appropriate to say certain things.

Although Shen Xiruo was very curious about where this young man who suddenly appeared came from.

……

In the restaurant.

Bai Yu returned to his seat.

Huang Qiyun handed over a glass of wine: "Take a sip to moisten your throat. That guy is really annoying. He must have wasted a lot of time."

"Not bad." Bai Yu smiled: "Only after dealing with these troubles can we have a good meal in peace."

He said to the uneasy shopkeeper, "Don't worry about us, just go and clean up. I hope it won't affect your future business."

The shopkeeper left with gratitude, because Bai Yu was very sensible, otherwise with Feng Sheng's destructive power, it would be a piece of cake for him to demolish his restaurant.

It was also thanks to Bai Yu's extremely strong control over his soul that made him a saint, otherwise an ordinary martial saint would not be able to highly compress his sword power without leaking it.

Huang Qiyun asked quietly, "Will a lot of people come looking for us after tonight?"

"Just ignore those uninvited guests and live our life." Bai Yu just picked up a piece of deer meat.

Suddenly a cold wind blew, and there was an extra person next to the table.

The sword energy was chilling and cold.

The steaming meat fell into the bubbling hot pot, splashing dark red soup.

A cold-looking woman stood beside the table, the long sword hanging at her waist clanging incessantly.

Huang Qiyun ignored the woman beside him, picked up the piece of meat, dipped it in the sauce and passed it to Bai Yu's mouth, so he opened his mouth: "Ah~"

Bai Yu opened his mouth and swallowed the piece of meat.

"Is it tasty?"

“Although it’s a little overcooked, the flavor is richer and a little softer, which is also good.”

"I just asked the shopkeeper to add two dishes. Try this. Do you want me to feed you?"

"Then I'd rather be respectful than obey."

The two of them showed their affection unscrupulously.

His nonchalant attitude made the woman standing next to the dining table look even colder and more surprised.

"Are you deliberately ignoring me?" Huang Yanxia asked.

"I just don't want to pay attention to the uninvited guests." Huang Qiyun raised his lips and smiled: "There are so many empty seats here. If you want to eat and drink, go somewhere else."

"I have something to talk to you about!" Huang Yanxia looked directly at Huang Qiyun.

"Sorry, I don't want to talk to you now." Huang Qiyun put down his chopsticks: "The matter between us will be resolved in due time, but not now... Please don't ruin our good mood for traveling, okay?"

Huang Yanxia felt that her sister had changed.

Her tone now sounded much calmer. Although a little sarcastic, it was far less crazy and hysterical than before.

Before, Huang Qiyun exuded a terrifying aura, as if she was cursing the whole world to fall into hell; but now, she seemed to have returned to the human world, immersed in the March sunshine, becoming lively and vivid.

This... is this really the same person as my sister?
She became more determined in her heart and said seriously, "Qiyun, I really have something to say to you."

"We have nothing to say." Huang Qiyun looked at him coldly: "I don't really want to lose my temper in front of my husband, you'd better not provoke me."

"Husband?" Huang Yanxia's calm eyes showed a hint of shock: "You, you...are married?"

"Is it not okay to get married privately?"

"This is a lifelong event, how can you ..."

"When you meet the right person, you naturally want to get married. Why not?" Huang Qiyun said disapprovingly, "Hasn't there been rumors in the martial arts world? We are a couple made in heaven, a match made in heaven."

Huang Yanxia had naturally heard of this rumor. She stared at Bai Yu with a look of oppression from her mother's family: "Mr. Bai, please answer me, are you and Qiyun really married?"

"Not yet." Bai Yu raised his eyes: "But it's only a matter of time. She and I are in love with each other. I hope my sister-in-law can help and bless us."

Huang Yanxia was silent, thinking back to their first meeting on the Phoenix Terrace, and asked incredulously, "Are you serious?"

"Shut up!" Huang Qiyun was impatient to begin with, and when she heard this, she stood up abruptly and took a step forward, almost meeting Huang Yanxia's peak. She said with a condescending arrogance, "Sister, you have never had any emotional experience, and you are qualified to lecture me here? You are not qualified to question my decision about who I am willing to marry! We are together, and it is not the turn of some older leftover women who can't get married to oppose it."

"I'm just worried that you'll be cheated..." Huang Yanxia felt that Bai Yu was too mysterious and she couldn't see through him at all.

Huang Yanxia, ​​who was relatively slow in emotions, had no idea that Huang Qiyun's hostility had been rising wildly since she looked at Bai Yu.

"That's not necessary. After all, weren't you the one who lied to me the most, sister?"

Huang Qiyun scoffed at this expression of concern: "Why are you pretending to be kind now?"

Then, she put on a playful expression like a little devil, and sneered darkly, "Or are you jealous that I can find such a good husband, and can't believe that you actually lost to your sister?"

"Come to think of it, Mr. Bai was originally going to see you, but I snatched him away~ I don't think you mind, jiejie~"

(End of this chapter)