Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 504 Fishing for Dragons
Chen Renzhong's sword did not weaken at all and broke through the water. After losing the resistance, its speed increased even more. Ba Sheng's momentum lost the buffer of the water and burst out without any cover.

However, Pei Ye was no longer in the water.

As soon as the sword and the knife intersected, the young man appeared behind Chen Renzhong like a phantom, with the long sword sticking to the heavy sword, playing a long note on the blade like an erhu, from clear to harsh. Every drop of water on the two weapons flowed along with the sword, and the momentum of the heavy sword had been muted and eliminated.

The long sword finally returned to its owner, and [Xiao Leng] fully displayed its mystery for the first time in this battle.

Chen Renzhong immediately released his strength and dropped his sword, no longer exerting the energy that would surely be wasted, in an attempt to escape from the sword. However, his movements seemed to have been seen through by the young man, and just as he was reducing his strength, he was met with the young man's most determined attack.

The sound of the flute penetrated the coldness, and the sword body emitted a strong sound. The water droplets adhering to the weapon flew off and shattered instantly, and Chen Ren's heavy sword was deflected unstoppably.

The second of the three lines of "First Moon and Northern Rain", the cold flute music is even clearer.

The difference between this sword and [Hao Bailu] is that this sword has more room for changing moves.

The first moment the sword force was broken, the man's strong true energy surged up. In any battle where the inferior is superior to the superior, one must always face such a barrier. The gap in true energy that cannot be offset must be made up by other means.

What Pei Ye lacks the least now is such means.

The sword blade suddenly turned red and cut straight into Chen Renzhong's neck, and his inner energy was cut in with a sound.

Chen Renzhong struggled hard to turn around. Facing the sword, he gritted his teeth and turned his head, actually giving up on blocking the sword with his true qi and channeling all 256 streams of true qi into the long sword in his hand.

Just like Pei Ye just now under the water, the absolute burst was enough to get him out of the already disadvantageous battle situation. The scattered sword force was recast, Chen Renzhong roared, and the heavy sword brought up the wind and thunder. Among all the upper second realms that Pei Ye had seen, the power of this sword could almost be ranked in the top three.

However, Pei Ye was waiting for just such a blow.

【Blowing back the wind】

The sword, with its feathers shaken dry, returned to the place with indescribable grace and lightness. Chen Ren slashed down with his sword again, and only the wind was hit.

The two landed on the water at the same time. Pei Ye staggered a few steps on the water, dragging the sword behind him, cutting a flying splash of water. When it broke through the waves, a sword bloomed in the dead silence and suddenly became bright.

The sword wings and golden cry are extremely powerful.

【Bai Lu】

Chen Ren stepped heavily on the water, twisted his body, held the heavy knife horizontally, and placed it in front of the sword.

There was no shaking secret cabin this time, but the sword still steadily penetrated Chen Renzhong's defense again.

At the time of the Sixth Life, it was a first-rate offensive sword that forced Yang Zhenbing to retreat several feet and pull out his second sword. Without any embellishment, it stood firmly on the Eighth Life cultivator's best defense.

Chen Ren's heavy sword force was broken, and Pei Ye, who had used all his strength, also weakly stopped his sword at this moment, stood quietly holding the sword, and took a deep breath.

Chen Renzhong did recover his stance faster, but the clear splash of water caused by the sword had already produced many crystal droplets.

Clear, cool, chilly and sharp.

The sword is awe-inspiring.

They arrived at the man's side at the same time as [Hao Bailu], and the explosion followed after the sword light disappeared.

Chen Renzhong stood up and tried to block with his sword, just like he did in the secret cabin not long ago. His sword was wide and thick enough, and the last time he washed the sword with water, it only left a few white spots on it.

However, at this time Pei Ye also exhaled gently, closed his eyes, leaned gracefully, and the sword in his hand was so light that it seemed to be blown away by the wind.

So do those Qi beads.

The water droplets, which originally had the cold sword intent, seemed to be suddenly endowed with another amazing quality. The wind created by Chen Renzhong's sword made them frightened and agitated, and they jumped over the heavy sword's block from all directions.

Bloodstains instantly appeared on Chen Renzhong's body, cutting off the joints with incredible precision. He did not drop the knife, but the tendons in his hands had been severed by a drop of cold water.

The man was of course caught off guard, who could have thought that after a sword like [Hao Bailu], there would be a group of weightless elves like this?

Who can do it?
Unpredictable, uncontrollable; moving before the wind, disappearing in the rain. Such a light and ethereal movement. If one must find a metaphor, it is like catkins.

Spring Sword, "Poplar Flower".

It ranks fifth among the swords of spring in Peiye's sword ladder, which coincides with the solar term "Qingming".

There is rain, cicadas and birds, it's time to plant some trees.

The soup base of the bowl of noodles has been slowly eaten.

The man in gray was the first customer of the noodle stall in the morning, and he was also a customer with somewhat strange behavior.

He was clearly eating noodles, but he kept looking at the big boat in the middle of the river, and he looked at it with relish, as if he was tasting the food with his eyes rather than his tongue.

The enthusiastic aunt looked at the man in the bamboo hat who smiled from time to time with some surprise. She thought he was a strong young man and wanted to ask him if he wanted more noodles, but she was almost knocked over by the sudden loud noise in the middle of the river.

The entire ferry was in a state of panic, and the source was soon found because the scene was so conspicuous, the big ship in the middle of the river was falling down, there was not much fire, but the whole river was rolling. The wind and waves rushed to the docks on both sides.

In such a scene, the man in gray was still eating noodles peacefully under the tent. Within the area of ​​ten feet where he was sitting, not even the collar of his clothes was lifted.

At this time, he stopped looking at the boat and looked under the water, as if his eyes could penetrate the dark and turbid water. He was enjoying the food more and more, but he was more serious and tense. He picked up the noodles with one chopstick and tapped the scabbard with the other hand, as if he was ready to do something at any time.

But in the end, nothing happened. The man in gray finished the bowl of noodles peacefully, and was very pleased that he had finished the bowl of noodles peacefully. He sighed softly, and then sighed heavily when the slender dragon head broke out of the water.

Then he turned his head and looked in another direction, as if he had become a different person, with a faint smile under his hat.

River center.

Pei Ye put away his sword and stepped back. Chen Ren's heavy broadsword fell into the water, swayed twice, and leaned against the sinking giant boat.

It was early November morning, and the huge Nanjinfeng, which had been traveling on the eight rivers of Chang'an for more than ten years, was breaking and falling, with flames and long smoke floating up. A mythical creature broke half of its body out of the water.

The young man used the same sword techniques he had used in the secret cabin to defeat the man.

During the whole fight, the man figured out some of his habits, so how could he not know the man well?

He was able to use these swords to escape then, and he can also use these swords to secure victory now.

Only then did Zhang Piaoxu carefully slide down from the Chilong's back - the fairy hunter refused to bend down for him at all.

"See? This is the sword technique used to decide the victory." Pei Ye looked at him, swung his sword and sheathed it, "Let me ask you, who can beat whom?"

Zhang Piaoxu was depressed and couldn't say anything.

The black dragon spit out a wisp of dragon fire as a rope to tie up Chen Renzhong, and turned into a kitten again and fell on Pei Ye's shoulder. Pei Ye jumped onto Nanjinfeng. The ship was now dying, but it would take some time to sink.

"Your quiver is really nice." Pei Ye did not ask any further questions, but looked at his arm with great interest, "It's a really good arrow that can actually injure an Eight Life cultivator! Is it a magic weapon from Yangyi Tower?" Zhang Piaoxu seemed to have become less talkative after coming out of the water. He hid his hands behind his back, looked away, and uttered an unnatural "hmm".

Pei Ye didn't care. He restrained his expression and looked around, without letting go of his sword.

Chen Renzhong under the boat was not completely tied up. An Eighth Life had not lost his true energy. He just temporarily lost his threat. Pei Ye looked at the changes in his skin and frowned slowly. When his eyes moved to the boat, the word chaos was not enough to describe it.

Many boatmen were unaware of the explosion.

Not only those temporary workers like Zhang Piaoxu, but many people wearing Fengshuiwu ship uniforms were also unaware of all this. There were more than 70 people on the ship heading south, and it was estimated that nearly half of them were injured or killed in the explosion.

When realizing the tragedy, Pei Ye couldn't help but remain silent.

He remembered that the letter Xu Chuo wrote to him said that Nanjinfeng was the symbol of Fengshuiwu's rise and had witnessed almost every stage of the gang's rise.

Besides, wouldn't such an explosion be a betrayal to the thousands of boatmen? How would Fengshuiwu survive in the future? Even if the ambush was successful, it would be like stabbing himself in the chest.

Pei Ye turned his head to look at Chen Renzhong. The man was motionless with his head down. The sinking ship and the shouting boatman were reflected on the water.

Pei Ye withdrew his gaze, took a few breaths of true energy, and flew to save people.

Just then she ran into Xie Chuantang. She was putting a wounded soldier on a huge broken plank. Her hair was a little messy, her face was covered with fire dust, and her knife had obviously been unsheathed.

"Are you okay?" The woman looked at him worriedly.

"Nothing serious. How are you doing?"

"Chen Yingfeng escaped." Xie Chuantang said, "I didn't stop him, I just saved a lot of account books."

"That's enough. Chen Renzhong is still here." Pei Ye said, "But his condition is a little strange. Come and take a look."

Xie Chuantang's eyes suddenly lit up, almost like flames. She didn't even bother to answer and strode over there.

Chen Renzhong was leaning on the deck, one foot was submerged by the flooded water, but he still kept his eyes closed and remained indifferent. His condition could not even be described as strange. In this moment of absence, his body had deteriorated rapidly. Scales were growing all over his skin, but it was not transforming into a certain life form, but was tending to collapse.

Blood flowed from his mouth and the gaps between his scales, leaving cracked muscles.

Hearing the two people coming, Chen Renzhong slowly raised his head, his pupils full of pain, but the tough guy didn't say a word, and Pei Ye also clearly saw that unlike the infection of the Frost Ghost, he had hardly lost his mind.

Xie Chuantang immediately rushed forward, and before he arrived, he had raised his hand and hit him on the neck and wrist with two Qi restraining rings.

But at this moment Chen Renzhong actually waved his hand slowly at her. For an instant Pei Ye felt a chill as if being pricked by needles. On the water surface next to him, a beam of extremely sharp ice spikes rose up. It was only as thin as a little finger, but it made the young man's pupils shrink.

He is very clear about this kind of mysterious power!

It went straight to Chen Renzhong's throat.

Pei Ye immediately raised his hand to light a fire, and the scarlet fire lotus formed an inch-by-inch barrier. However, the small cone was as fast as a flowing shadow and penetrated it completely in an instant.

At this moment, a slender figure suddenly pounced forward. Pei Ye didn't know how she reacted. She first blocked the ice edge with a knife, and then her own body.

"Thank you Chuan Tang!!"

However, the ice spike simply penetrated all obstacles and left a bloody hole in Chen Renzhong's throat.

Xie Chuantang fell to the ground, not caring about his own injuries at all. He took two steps forward and pressed Chen Renzhong's throat, saying hastily: "Let me ask you! Have you ever seen a black carriage with Buddhist paintings all over it?!"

At this moment Pei Ye's heart clenched. He almost foresaw the scene of Chen Renzhong's punch piercing her heart, or another ice cone suddenly flying towards her.

However, nothing happened. Chen Ren looked at the woman with his yellow eyes, as if he opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing. His eyes dimmed.

Xie Chuantang was stunned, then he grabbed him by the collar and yelled, "Say it!"

Pei Ye had already come behind her and held her arm: ".Go through the hall."

Xie Chuantang knelt in silence and let out a soft breath.

"We still have the entire Fengshui Wharf to investigate." Pei Ye said.

".Um."

Xie Chuantang stood up and tilted her head to look at her bleeding wound. Her shoulder was completely pierced. She covered her drooping arm and looked around coldly, but found nothing.

"Who is it?"

Pei Ye just stared at the mess in front of him in silence, and suddenly said, "Fengshuiwu has paid such a price, isn't it tantamount to self-destruction?"

"Yes, I will investigate this when I return."

Pei Ye slowly looked at the vast two banks: "So, will their owners really not take action?"

Xie Chuantang was shocked.

The master of Fengshuiwu is [Strange Dragon] He Changge. Chen Renzhong is a junior whom he personally promoted, and Fengshuiwu is a gang built on his reputation.

A great cultivator who has reached the highest level of [Tuanshen], he is well-known in the martial arts world for his elusive whereabouts, and therefore few people dare to touch the boats in Fengshui Wharf.

That’s why Xie Chuantang pursed his lips when he saw the icy edge just now.

However, in the silence, nothing happened. The morning sun was rising slowly, the white mist by the water was gradually thinning, and there was only a disturbing tranquility in the cold and vast space.

The man in gray picked up a few copper coins and placed them on the table. The atmosphere became a little quiet.

"Auntie, add another bowl of noodles and it's three coins." The man greeted her, stood up and couldn't help but sigh to the aunt about the tragedy in the middle of the river.

"Isn't it? Lying down and sailing, there is no rocky beach in sight." The man raised his sword.

Behind him, a man in his forties or fifties had been standing there stiffly for five breaths.

His face looked weathered, his gray hair was tied up and he was wrapped in an inconspicuous gray cloak.

His palm was spread out upwards, with white mist condensing into tiny ice spikes on it, and a coiled dragon pattern painted on the palm.

He seemed to be just passing by, but when he passed the stall, he suddenly froze, his body tense and motionless.

"Where are you from, sir? How do you know where I am?" the man said in a hoarse voice.

"Master He, you are joking." The noodle eater withdrew his gaze from the boat in the middle of the river and smiled faintly, "The two hundred miles of mountains and rivers are all in my eyes."

(End of this chapter)