Fu Canglu

Chapter 39 Draw the Sword
Sometimes a swordsman draws his sword not to decide life or death, or to express injustice in his heart. There is no reason why so many swords have to be drawn out of their sheaths.In fact, it is very simple for a swordsman to draw his sword. He just draws his sword when he wants to.

But if both swordsmen draw their swords, it will not be so simple.

Jian Zongming had drawn his sword three times, so no one expected him to draw his fourth sword.

But at this moment, Ye Xiaolou had already pointed the three-foot green point at him.

Will Jian Zongming draw his sword because of this?

The lights on the top of the city gate vaguely illuminated a few figures.

The night was a bit hazy, the speed of these figures descending was palpitating, the sound of piercing the sky descended suddenly, and even the shadowy lights of the city gate were blurred.

Yi Shaoran, the God of Qiliang dressed in blue, squinted his eyes, stepped softly in front of the city gate, his hands protruded from his green sleeves, and stood on the stone platform in front of the city gate, with a solemn expression, his eyes fixed on the sword Zong Mingxu held the hand on the hilt of the sword.

About three feet away from him, a thin figure shrouded in a black robe was carrying a pitch-black sword case, his eyes were a little hollow, and the sword case behind him made a hoarse and rustling sound.

The movement of the third figure was a little louder, the whole figure suddenly fell from the dark sky, the whole person's back was raised, and his limbs fell on the gate tower like a wild beast, bringing up a cloud of smoke and dust, which ignited again in the dusty sky A pair of bright golden pupils looked straight towards the city gate not far away.

All three of them looked at the two shocking white figures not far away in silence.

They didn't see the phantom that quickly condensed and disappeared quickly, so they didn't know that the Dugu sword would not be out of its sheath.

So now they only pay attention to one thing, whether Jian Zongming will draw his sword.

With Jian Zongming's character, if he drew his sword, he would naturally not care about the life and death of all the living beings in Fengting City.

A dead silence.

Jian Zongming's face was as normal as usual, and he saw nothing about the three-foot green sharp point that Ye Xiaolou pointed at him.

He did not draw his sword.

All three finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Jian Zongming smiled and whispered a few words to Ye Xiaolou, then glanced at the gate tower lightly.

Just a glance.

The thin figure shrouded in the black robe was terrified, and the whole person bent down like a frightened bird and wanted to retreat, but then the sword box let out a mournful cry, and the whole body was out of control, as if being hit by a giant hand of nothingness!
"boom!"

A part of the city gate collapsed suddenly, the black robe was hit hard by an invisible force, Pei Mo Nengyu was shot to the ground, the ground was sunken, stones splashed everywhere, and the sword box was smashed to pieces , the black-robed man suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of blood, then raised his head, his red eyes looked at the immortal figure in white clothes.

Jian Zong's bright smile continued, "I heard that there is a mysterious sword crown in the Northern Wei Dynasty."

The man in black staggered to his feet a little aggrieved, and took out the "Nine Hate" sword that couldn't stop screaming and trembling from the shattered sword box. He gritted his teeth and was a little speechless.

Who is he?

Since joining the WTO, it has been speculated by the world that he is the direct disciple of Jian Zhong who walked the rivers and lakes in this life.The four great swordsmen known as the sharpest of the Northern Wei Dynasty were all defeated by him without exception. Xuanhuangjian praised him very much, and no one in Qiliang Jiangnan Dao dared to fight against him!
There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that there is a mysterious sword crown who is invincible and invincible. That mysterious sword crown is so arrogant and powerful.

The world still doesn't know Ren Pingsheng's name, Jianghu respectfully calls him the mysterious sword crown of the younger generation of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he is also one of the few Northern Wei swordsmen who can compete with the red clothes of the Mu family of Qiliang that has been rumored recently!
But now Ren Pingsheng was slapped from the city gate tower to the ground with a palm, even the sword box was shattered.

Ren Ping's long hair was disheveled, his eyes were bizarre and angry, as if he was going to swallow Jian Zongming, who was dressed in white in front of him, his hand trembled with nine hates, shaking for more than a dozen breaths, he finally swallowed his anger and did not raise the sword in his hand.In his opinion, the man in white in front of him is simply a lunatic. He has never dealt with him before, nor has he ever offended him in the slightest. How could he suffer such humiliation for no reason!

If he raised his sword at this time, he might have followed the lunatic's wishes.

Anyone could see that Jian Zongming was about to draw his sword. Although he didn't know the reason why he didn't draw his sword in the end, Jian Zongming's character was too surly and unpredictable, so maybe he wanted to change his sheathing target.

The sword energy in Ren Pingsheng's chest swelled again and again, and finally fell silent.

Jian Zongming's name was too publicized, and he couldn't tolerate him not giving in.

If you don't retreat at this moment, you will be blood splattered for three steps, and there will be death and no life.

So he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

Then Jian Zongming said calmly, "Since you dare not draw your sword"

Ren Pingsheng suddenly shouted in grief and anger, and his whole body was hit again by a huge force, that force was too powerful for Pei Mo to resist. Even if he tried his best, he was swept away without holding on for a breath!

The most exasperating thing is that the slapping force didn't even do much damage, it was just to humiliate himself, but he could only be picked up by that force again!

"boom!!"

The city gate collapsed once again, this time with a greater momentum than last time.

"Ahhhh!"

A roar came out, and a figure rushed out from inside, with black hair loose, and the face of the jet-black long sword in his hand suddenly ignited, like a flame lit up in the dark night!

Ren Pingsheng was really angry, and he no longer considered the fate of using the sword. In his opinion, if he did not use the sword at this moment, life would be worse than death!

"Ding"

It was like the sound of Jin Ge resisting Tie Feng, and the sword edge that was ignited with raging flames could no longer move forward.

It was not others who blocked the sword, but Qi Liang's current number one general.

Yi Shaoran.

Lu Songqing, known as the Qiliang Bingsheng, once conquered the eight great kingdoms in the Spring and Autumn Period, and his siege tactics were superb.If it wasn't for the defeat at the hands of Jian Zongming in the last battle of his life, Lu Songqing would be Dugu Qiubai in the true sense.

Lu Shenghe, Qi and Liang all wore plain clothes, and only one person was allowed by His Majesty to wear black sleeves to fulfill his filial piety.

Lu Sheng's only disciple, whom he regards as his own son, is Yi Shaoran who holds the sword crown with his five fingers at this moment and is the sword of his life.

The man in the blue shirt glanced at Ren Pingsheng, who was in a state of unusual anger and hadn't calmed down, and said in a cold voice, "Are you sure you want to take action? There is only one life."

The red-eyed Ren Pingsheng panted heavily, but the five fingers of the man in front of him were more terrifying than gold and iron, and the Nine Hate Sword was firmly grasped, unable to make any further advances.Until Yi Shaoran's words were enlightening, like cold water waking him up.

Ren Pingsheng fixed his eyes on the white figure, gritted his teeth and snorted, even though he was unwilling in every possible way, he finally slowly withdrew the Nine Hate Sword.

Jian Zongming's indifferent eyes no longer looked at the extremely embarrassed Northern Wei sword crown, if Yi Shaoran did not resist the sword, the invincible sword crown would have turned into a corpse at this moment.

He looked at the third figure in the city gate tower, Demon Flow Sword Master.And the burly figure with bright golden eyes snorted coldly, turned his head away in silence, and quickly disappeared on the top of the city gate.

Then Jian Zongming turned his eyes slowly and landed on Yi Shaoran. He felt a familiar aura in that Tsing Yi, just like going south to Qiliang in the first year.

Qi Liang Bingsheng was old, but he did not disappoint him.In that battle, all the phoenix trees in the south of the Yangtze River were lost, and the night was as long as a nightmare.In the end. He still won.

He remembered that 16 years ago, this blue shirt was far from growing to this point.

So Jian Zongming spoke to Yi Shaoran with praise, "You are very strong."

Dressed in a green shirt, he was silent in the wind, and nodded slightly, as if acknowledging the personal compliment from Jian Zongming, the exiled immortal in white, and responded in a slightly dull tone, "It's not as good as you."

There was a slight silence for a second.

Immediately after
"Ahahahahaha." Jian Zongming seemed to have heard some joke, his voice was as crazy and piercing as a bone, and he laughed like this for a full quarter of an hour before he fell silent.

Then he spoke condescendingly.

"Of course you are not as good as me. You will never catch up with me in your life."

The reason why Jian Zongming's kendo can be so sharp is because of his unreasonable self-confidence, to be precise, it is a terrifying conceit.Going forward in contempt for the world, laughing wildly in silence.

Rather than saying that he is an exiled immortal in the sky, it is better to say that he is a lunatic who is crazy about swordsmanship.

Then he looked down contemptuously at the sword crown of the Northern Wei Dynasty who was panting on the sword.

"Remember, you took your life today. But from now on," Jian Zongming walked forward with his hands behind his back, without looking at anyone again, "there is a name of sword crown in the world, but this name has nothing to do with you."

If Ren Pingsheng handed out that sword, regardless of life or death, he would be worthy of the word "sword crown".

Even though Yi Shaoran stopped him, if he had drawn his sword out of its sheath right from the start, his killing intent would have been determined, and he would move forward without hesitation.That is, no one will stop him.

Just like Ye Xiaolou who drew his sword out of its sheath before.

But he didn't hand it out after all.

Swordsman, there is going but not returning, there is life but not death.

The crown of the sword is the best in the sword.

From this moment on, it has nothing to do with Ren Pingsheng.

Jian Zongming walked through the city gate and stepped into Fengting.

The wind blowing the long hair at the temples, thinking of the smiling face that was cut into pieces and difficult to put together, subconsciously stroked the scabbard of Dugu behind him.

"I still remember, you said that you wanted to be the most powerful sword crown in the world." His eyes were deep and deep, and he slowly stroked the scabbard with one hand, his voice was soft and gentle, "The name of the sword crown belongs only to you, and everyone else How do you deserve it?"

Ye Xiaolou silently watched Jian Zongming enter the city.

Ren Pingsheng's gaze was distracted, the Nine Hate Sword fell to the ground with a jingle, and he sat on the ground.

Yi Shaoran's green clothes were blown up by the wind, and his eyes were complicated.

The man in white is indeed unparalleled in the world. In the current world, almost no one of his generation can make him draw his sword.Charming, but lonely and deserted.Like the beautiful fireworks blooming in the dark, far away in the sky, it is still eye-catching.

Yi Shaoran muttered to himself, "I have a sword, and when all the swords in the world are broken, it will be out of the sheath."

(End of this chapter)