Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

"I told you not to do these fancy things, but you just won't listen..."

The young man next to the umbrella holder pouted and took his hands out of his sleeves. His hands were as white as jade, a little too white.

He had a knife in his hand, which jumped flexibly between his fingers.

Jun Lintian glanced at the two of them, and was a little alert in his heart, but smiled calmly on his face.

"Umbrella ghost, undertaker!"

"Who is this? You are so willing to spend so much money to let you two kill two unknown people."

"Do you recognize us?"

Even the cynical undertaker who looked like he had nothing to do with it suddenly looked up with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Then a look of joy appeared.

"It seems that our reputation is not much less than that of the Eighth Young Master of Beili."

The undertaker raised his head with some pride, as if being famous was a kind of honor for a killer.

The man holding the umbrella was a little more serious, just smiled and shook his head.

"No one invited us here, but you ruined our business last time, so we want to see what you can do?"

"Did you also bet on the battle of Gu Mansion last time?"

Jun Lintian thought for a moment and smiled.

The man holding the umbrella nodded.

"Yes."

"But to be precise, we have prepared to make a loss-making deal, but we don't have the opportunity to appear."

The man holding the umbrella's tone was helpless.

As a Dark River killer who takes money to do things, is there anything more speechless than this?

I think there are very few.

"So, this time you are going to make a loss-making deal again to test our strength."

Jun Lintian raised the corner of his mouth, spoke bluntly, and looked at the two with a smile.

The two paused and there was a moment of silence.

"Sometimes, being too smart is not necessarily a good thing!"

The umbrella holder, who was originally gently turning the oil umbrella, clenched his hand and stopped the umbrella.

The young man who was playing with the knife also stood up and put away the knife seriously.

"So we have decided now that if you are not strong enough, we will... kill you!"

The young man said word by word, revealing a vicious expression.

After taking the last bite, Jun Lintian threw a bone on the ground, clapped his hands and stood up with a smile.

"In my hometown, smart people have candy to eat, so being smart is still good."

After speaking slowly, Jun Lintian put one hand on the sword.

The umbrella holder looked at Jun Lintian quietly, and the smile on his face gradually cooled down.

"Draw your sword!"

"If you can't even block one of my moves, I won't show mercy."

A soft and cold voice came from under the umbrella.

Immediately,

The oil-paper umbrella suddenly turned, and the whirring sound could be clearly heard from dozens of meters away.

The fallen leaves suddenly began to rotate like rain, like butterflies, floating in the air, flying towards Jun Lintian.

Jun Lintian slowly drew out his sword and spoke in a low voice.

"You have a good rest. It's not that easy for them to kill me."

Jun Lintian's words were full of confidence, even if the person in front of him was the most famous umbrella ghost and funeral master in the dark river.

As the sword was unsheathed, a clear whistle began to echo in the forest.

"You have to let me know who killed me, right?"

Jun Lintian shouted loudly, and stabbed out with the sword in his hand.

It was a basic sword move, but the large number of rapidly flying fallen leaves suddenly stopped, and then fell.

The umbrella holder squinted his eyes and listened to the sword chant in his ears, and said softly.

"In the name of the sword! I am Su Muyu, the ghost umbrella bearer--"

Huhu~

The bamboo umbrella in Su Muyu's hand spun faster and faster, and a strong wind blew around.

Countless dead branches and fallen leaves danced in the wind, turning into an angry dragon roaring towards Jun Lintian.

Jun Lintian smiled lightly, took a step forward, and slashed three swords in succession.

One sword blunted its edge,

One sword hit its vital point,

Another sword cut it in the waist.

Uproar~

The fallen leaves fell straight down like heavy rain, scattered all over.

Su Muyu stared at the broken sword in Jun Lintian's hand, but asked.

"Are you using the basic sword moves?"

Jun Lintian said frankly: "It was taught to me by Master Qingge, Nine Swords with the Wind!"

"Ridiculous~"

Su Muyu suddenly snorted, and his voice suddenly turned cold.

"If you only know this set of swordsmanship, I will be very disappointed, and then - kill you!"

A chill spread out, and it was obvious that Su Muyu's words were not just talk.

Yes, as a Dark River killer, there is no need to joke when you want to kill someone.

"If you want to kill me, then show your sword. This won't work."

Jun Lintian shook his head and smiled, without any strange expression.

"Then it's as you wish!"

A deep voice sounded, and the whirring bamboo umbrella exploded, like a flowerThe beautiful flower blossomed, revealing a metallic rapier inside.

The seventeen ribs of the umbrella also burst open, like arrows flying in all directions, making a rapid sound of breaking through the air.

Whoosh~

The rapier came straight at him, very fast, and the sharp aura on it made Jun Lintian feel like a thorn in his back before it even got close.

Jun Lintian's face condensed slightly, and he continued to use the Nine Swords of the Wind.

Ding Ding Ding~

In an instant,

the two collided five or six times, and the long swords collided, making a crisp sound.

Jun Lintian casually drew his sword, but his rhythm and momentum were suppressed by Su Muyu.

Su Muyu guided the rhythm of the fight, one move after another, step by step, forcing Jun Lintian to retreat more and more.

"Do you really only know basic sword moves?"

Su Muyu roared, his tone was very angry, thinking that the other party was deliberately provoking him.

Su Muyu could see that Jun Lintian had a talent for swordsmanship, but he was puzzled by the fact that he had been using basic sword moves.

After all, his realm was higher than Jun Lintian's.

No matter how exquisite the basic sword moves were, it was difficult to make up for the gap in realm.

Jun Lintian parried left and right, and sighed in his heart.

Facing Su Muyu, who was also extremely talented, ordinary sword moves really didn't have much effect.

"Use the character card of [Yue Buqun]!"

Jun Lintian silently chanted in his heart, and a cloud-like, endless internal force inexplicably emerged, causing Jun Lintian's momentum to rise steadily, reaching a point close to the perfect Vajra realm.

There were even dozens of exquisite sword techniques that appeared in Jun Lintian's mind.

That was the essence of the swordsmanship of the entire Huashan School after the division of the Qi and Sword Sects.

"Su Muyu, try my Nine Swords of the Wind again!"

Jun Lintian let out a long roar, and the bamboos in the forest swayed, and then a sword swept out.

The first sword of Suifeng, the breeze comes slowly.

Su Muyu looked at the same sword move, but a different look appeared on his face.

The comfortable breeze blew slowly, but it gave people a feeling of being invincible.

Su Muyu immediately became serious, the long sword hummed softly, and stabbed several swords.

Storm!

The surrounding wind swept, countless sword shadows crisscrossed, and cold sword light shot out.

Seeing this, Jun Lintian made three consecutive swords.

The second sword of Suifeng, the wind shadow left no trace.

The third sword of Suifeng, the fallen leaves drifted.

The fourth sword of Suifeng, the wind was flying.

The strong wind lifted, the fallen leaves swirled, and the sword energy shot out, piercing through the trees as thick as arms.

Some small trees even made a series of "crackling" sounds.

Sword shadows covered the area, and sand and rocks flew everywhere, with a tendency to turn the sky dark.

Sikong Changfeng and the funeral master were affected in their vision, and they were unable to know the specific situation inside.