Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 484 Sword Water
As soon as Qiu Tianyu finished speaking, a man in white took two steps forward with a smile and jumped out from the top floor of Feijing Building. The white clothes fluttered in the air, and the crowd downstairs cried out like the sea waves.

Then he turned his body and flew towards the center of the lake like a white crane. The rain curtain was broken in front of his wingspan. Even people who often watched martial arts competitions had never seen such a graceful figure that seemed to be nothing but a few dozen feet away. Countless people tilted their heads in surprise and asked.

But the answer soon spread among the crowd - it was none other than the second leader of the Taiping Cao Gang, [Flying White Dove] Si Lianwen.

He is only 35 years old this year, but his name has been circulating in the world for nearly 20 years.

He started out as a handsome young man with a kung fu skill. When he was a thief, he was often listed on the wanted list of the government office for theft of secret treasures. Later, he moved from one gang to another and finally joined the Taipingcao Gang. During the most intense years of gang fighting, he was always able to get secret information that was incredibly real. Every time his opponents had a secret meeting, they were worried that there were eavesdroppers. The erratic white clothes became almost a nightmare.

Later, the Taiping Cao Gang grew stronger, and the second leader also entered the Taoist sect. From then on, he rarely appeared in the front line of the fight. However, behind some of the ingenious designs and meticulous arrangements of the Taiping Cao Gang, the shadow of the cunning man in white could still be seen frequently.

This kind of light-weight kung fu has not been seen in the world for a long time now. When it was shown tonight, with the blessing of mysterious energy, the man's feet did not touch the water and he was almost flying.

"This is the master." Tinghua murmured on the Luhua Terrace, and almost all the scholars gathered at the railing - it is one thing to be able to see the master on a daily basis, and it is another thing to see the master take action.

On the other side of the stage, Chang Sun Jue's eyes were sharp: "Sister Cui, he also wears a sword, have you seen how good his swordsmanship is?"

Cui Zhaoye supported his head.

The entire south bank of the West Pond was filled with similar discussions. Two dragon heads flew across the lake and a sword ignited into fire. It was a spectacle that would make people applaud no matter where it was placed. It was also the most perfect ending to the reputation of the Taiping Cao Gang tonight.

The banquet on the Feijing Building had indeed begun to disperse. People had not left yet, but they all gathered at the railings and looked at the center of the lake. About half a quarter of an hour later, the whole building would cheer for the blazing ship on the West Pond, and the banquet would really be removed. The ten-day banquet was over, and the ten days were over. Countless people would remember this day. The Taiping Cao Gang introduced their second in command to everyone, and from then on they officially stepped into the open and entered another level of the Divine Capital.

Those who accuse me of darkness have failed, so I am naturally light.

Everyone was watching this scene: the calm lake, the rainy night, the candle tower, the painted boat, and the white clothes flying across the river. This was a painting that was memorable enough, but suddenly few people noticed that there seemed to be some discordant ink spots.

Ink dots moving at high speed.

Si Lianwen pierced through the rain curtain. The half of the lake where he was was bright and prosperous. Those were the lights of Feijing Tower and Santai, and the rain lines were illuminated. In the darkness of the other half of the lake, there were no lights, no warmth, and no sound. The rain on a winter night fell there with the most primitive coldness.

Two figures flashed across the surface of the lake.

No one knew if Si Lianwen noticed them at that moment. Some said that his figure paused slightly, but it was only half a blink of an eye. Si Lianwen was above the painting boat, pulling out the sword with sparks from the sheath at his waist. The crowd on the south bank was still cheering enthusiastically.

Then the next moment, a bolt of lightning exploded from the other half of the rainy night.

It was real thunder, not from the sky, but from the sword.

It was three meters long and as white as gold, with blue edges, like a dragon or snake. It suddenly appeared in the rainy night. No one reacted, including Si Lianwen. Only his cheers were cut off by the thunder.

The Xuan Qi true energy was pierced in an instant, and Si Lianwen's long sword collided, and his arm suddenly lost consciousness. In such a situation, he still completed a full-strength burst. At this moment, everyone saw the true power of Xuanmen. Even with the suppression of Tongshi Law, the trend of Xuan Qi carrying wind and rain was visible to the naked eye. The overwhelming force suddenly blew up the rain curtain, and the flying raindrops flew dozens of feet away.

However, the figure in Taoist robes that had emerged from the cold rain did not retreat at all. His long sword crossed a mysterious and natural semicircle like a fish in the water. The rain formed a ten-foot-square Tai Chi in the night sky behind him. The two swords intersected, and the huge force of Xuanmen's sword only made his sleeves swell. The next moment, the force of the sword was returned without any loss, almost like a superior force, and Si Lianwen's sword power instantly collapsed.

Countless people on the shore were completely stunned by this lightning-fast scene, and someone cried out, "Yan Feiqing!!"

Yes, many people recognized at this moment that this man in Taoist uniform with a divine and otherworldly demeanor was the [Fire Heart] who had not appeared since winning the championship in the Southland! No one expected to see him here, and no one expected him to be in such a posture.

But what no one expected was the next scene.

Si Lianwen's posture was in disarray as he twisted his sword with his innate energy, but he did not have any chance to catch his breath. At the same time Yan Feiqing fell from the sky, dozens of delicate lotus flowers carved from red jade grew out of the sparks emitted when Si Lianwen drew his sword, appearing translucent and bright in the rain.

One moment everyone was looking at this beautiful and magical spectacle, and the next moment it exploded into a blazing and violent sea of ​​fire.

Yan Feiqing stepped onto the water, turned the sword in his hand behind his back, opened his lips and said, "Thunder."

A bright white light suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​fire. It was the residual lightning power on Si Lianwen's sword that exploded and the sword used to burn the ship became twisted and charred.

At this moment, Si Lianwen gritted his teeth and broke out of the sea of ​​fire, and rushed back to Feijing Tower. He was covered in burns, and his entire arm was pierced by lightning, but in fact, it was not serious. A few spells only penetrated his true Xuan.

So later some people said that he saw the two men at that time, but firstly, this was a banquet, and secondly, the Taiping Cao Gang was behind him, so he couldn't just turn around and run away. After all, when all means failed, he could still come and go freely without learning Qinggong.

But it was only one breath and two breaths.

The young man who walked out of the darkness after Yan Feiqing stood on the lake. Raindrops hit the sword's blade as clear as autumn water. The young man stroked the entire sword with his fingers. The peeled rain was bound to his fingertips, floating as his finger swayed and became a suspended water drop. Then the young man snapped his fingers and everything was silent, like the sound of a guqin breaking.

A master, with mysterious energy outside his body, true energy inside his body, and weapons in his hands, is synonymous with invincibility for most people in the martial arts world. But sometimes it is not too difficult to defeat them all at the same time in a certain moment.

So it is just a mortal body.

The rain was connected into thin lines, and this water drop broke into thousands of them in an instant. The broken raindrops followed behind it, and a hollow straight line was broken in the ten-foot rain curtain.

It pierced through the throat of Si Lianwen, who had just flown three meters away.

This is the first Qi technique he has learned after seven lives. [Sword Washing Water]

The West Pond is still the same West Pond, the lights are still the same lights, and the painted boats are still the same painted boats.

But the entire South Bank was completely silent.

Si Lianwen's body fell into the lake, and floated up again after a while. Pei Ye stepped on the lake and slowly moved his sword forward, looking up at the man standing up with a halberd in his hand on the Feijing Tower.

(End of this chapter)