Chapter 270 Swordsman on the Boat

The sun sets in the west, and the endless night covers Chengdu. The drizzle continues, the moonlight is clear, and the streets are filled with a faint mist. It should be a quiet scene, but the flow of people in Chengdu has increased dramatically recently, the lights are on, and the place is bustling with people.

Yan Jiu rented a villa for a short stay, which certainly could not accommodate more than 20 people, and the surrounding courtyards had all been rented out. Fortunately, Zhao Wumian asked Luo Chaoyan for a lot of money for this trip, so he was able to rent the house smoothly by adding a few more banknotes to the other tenants.

Yan Jiu’s wife was dressed like an ordinary woman and was wiping the tables and chairs with a rag. When she heard a slightly noisy noise outside, she put down the rag, wiped her hands on her apron, and went out to look. She was stunned to see several carriages and more than twenty martial artists holding swords and knives. Then she saw Zhao Wumian, with a bit of surprise in her eyes, and then she put her hands on her lower abdomen and bowed to Zhao Wumian.

“My benefactor…”

Back in Taiyuan, Jiang Bai wanted to kill Yan Jiu’s wife and family to silence them, to prevent the news that King Jin had sent someone to capture Luo Chaoyan alive from being exposed… It was Zhao Wumian who saved the lives of mother and daughter.

Zhao Wumian smiled and nodded slightly. Without saying much, he looked at his master and said, “I’ll go to Longquan to have a look. It would be best if I can find any clues about our hall. Master, you can stay here. There has to be an expert here.”

Mu Lier really wanted to go with Zhao Wumian, but they had just arrived and didn’t know if anyone had been watching them. It would be best if there was an expert at the base camp to look after them. Besides…if she went out with Zhao Wumian, it would probably not be the one to investigate my hall, but Zhao Wumian himself who would turn into a flower thief and taste this mature and beautiful flower of hers…

Madam Yan looked at the beauties around Zhao Wumian, each one more stunning than the other, and couldn’t help but ask, “Where is the monk that was with my benefactor?”

“She’s probably looking at herself in the mirror somewhere and admiring herself. If she could come to Chengdu…”

Mu Lier glanced at Zhao Wumian.

“Well…if she comes to Chengdu, she will have to compete with the giant panda to see who is cuter. If the panda wins, she will definitely beat the panda…” Zhao Wumian laughed and said nothing more. He put on the hat made for him by the empress dowager and flew away.

The Queen Mother shouted at him, “Come back soon~”

Luo Xiangzhu waved at him.

Longquan is behind the Eight-legged Archway, the landmark of Chengdu. Zhao Wumian came here after asking for directions, but he was a little surprised.

At nightfall, the front of the eight-legged archway was still crowded with people, and everywhere were martial artists holding swords and knives. Zhao Wumian had never seen so many martial artists when he was in the capital. But even though there were so many people, it was not messy, and no one was brave enough to fight here. Even if there was a conflict, they would just say a few harsh words and then run away to fight.

There is no other reason, he is just afraid of damaging the plaque of Wu Kui. This is not only a symbol of the top of a martial artist, but also contains the martial arts principles of the current swordsman champion.

If any conspicuous person wants to cause some trouble here to become famous, he will probably be hacked to death on the spot.

There were also people carrying wine, who came to the plaque, solemnly poured the wine on the ground, whispered to themselves “Cheers to the world”, and then bowed slightly towards the eight-legged archway.

Zhao Wumian found it quite interesting. Around the archway, many martial artists were looking at the knife marks on it. They all sat cross-legged and quietly pondered. Occasionally, they would share their insights with their fellow practitioners around them to confirm their findings. There was a sense of “Great Harmony”.

When Zhao Wumian approached, some people thought that he was also here to feel the knife marks, so they considerately made room for him. Little did they know that this person was Wei Minghou who was about to challenge the Knife Master.

Zhao Wumian took a look at the knife mark and was secretly surprised. With his eyesight and understanding, the knife mark was not something difficult to figure out. He could see the principle and specific knife moves in just a few glances…but the clearer he looked, the more surprised he was.

This knife mark is the real difficult road to Shu, and not the half-baked one that Zhao Wumian figured out through fighting… The knife master is indeed a man with a good mind. He really wants to make his martial arts known to the world for martial artists to learn from at will.

As the saying goes, the layman sees the excitement while the expert sees the doorway. For 99% of the people in this world, this knife mark is the ultimate truth of martial arts. As long as they follow the steps, their future achievements will be limitless. As for bringing forth something new and surpassing their predecessors, forget it.

As for Zhao Wumian, this knife mark has not reached the level of transcendence, but there are three thousand great ways, and each path is different. It is always beneficial to one’s own martial arts to learn from the strengths of all. Even though the road to Shu is difficult, Zhao Wumian also saw some shadows of the Wushan Knife of the Huanzhen Pavilion, and… the Zhaixing Knife?

Zhao Wumian was slightly stunned, and whispered to himself: “Has the Sword Master seen Senior Song’s swordsmanship? Did he learn it from the Pavilion Master of Huanzhen Pavilion, or…”

Speaking of which, Zhao Wumian still didn’t know where Song Yun learned the Star-Picking Sword from… He shook his head slightly and memorized the knife marks. He didn’t need to sit for a long time to comprehend it, and now was not the time. He would go to the Naraku Red Silk to recall and comprehend it when he had time.

He turned his head and looked at the pier behind the archway. There were boatmen rowing boats for tourists to travel between Chengdu and Longquan Island. Zhao Wumian found a boat and approached the boatman. He asked curiously, “Longquan should be a branch of Qingliantian, right? They are so generous that they allow tourists to enjoy it at will?”

The boatman was a skinny old man. It was obvious that this was not the first time he was asked this question. He wore a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat, leaned against the side of the boat holding an oar, and held a pot of Shaodao worth a few coins in his hand. He smiled and said:

“Longquan Lake is so huge, there are probably nearly a hundred islands in it. Qingliantian only occupies a few large islands in the middle. As long as you don’t get close to those islands, you can enjoy the rest of the islands at will.”

Zhao Wumian looked up at Longquan Lake, which was filled with mist. The lights on the islands in the distance were faintly visible between the rain and the mist. After pondering for a few seconds, he smiled and took out a banknote from his pocket, “Can you sell me this boat?”

“Young man, you are very generous, but can you row a boat?” The old man was slightly stunned, but this kind of thing was not uncommon, so he stepped ashore with a smile.

“I’m a fast learner.”

The old man nodded slightly, didn’t ask any more questions, took the money and handed over the oar.

Zhao Wumian asked about the whereabouts of the Hu woman and the white-robed swordsman… There are too many people with the same characteristics as the white-robed swordsman, but Hu people are rare in Shu. The old man nodded slightly and said, “That Hu man also bought a boat, and I don’t know which island he went to.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the wanderer in a bamboo hat bowed and thanked him. After getting on the boat, he rowed the boat, but the boat swayed left and right and he couldn’t keep his balance. He stuck the pole into the lake and paddled backwards a few times, but the boat couldn’t move forward more than a few meters.

The old man looked somewhat helpless, and was just about to teach him a lesson when he saw the wanderer getting angry. He raised his palm and slapped the lake surface behind the boat. With a ‘puff’ sound, the water splashed and the boat instantly rushed forward more than ten meters.

Crash—

Water splashed everywhere, mixed with light rain and fell onto the lake.

Everyone around was stunned for a moment. The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed.

“Generations of Jianghu people are said to be a mixture of the old and the new, but how come the old and the new are mostly the same? Twenty years ago, when Yangshe Congyun came, I, the old man, was rowing the boat, and I was so anxious that I used a knife as a paddle…”

Having mastered the knack of rowing, Zhao Wumian quickly sailed away from the shore. The surroundings immediately became silent, with only the slight sound of rain falling on the lake.

On the lake, you can see cruise ships and pleasure boats in groups of three or four, all of which are separated from each other by a certain distance, tacitly acknowledging that they do not disturb each other. However, with Zhao Wumian’s eyesight, he can clearly see that some of the pleasure boats have their houseboats closed and are rising and falling… Damn, they are actually having fun in this place, how obscene.

Zhao Wumian withdrew his gaze and looked at several islands in the distance. He thought to himself that the area around these islands was boundless and there was no cover. There were also watchtowers built around the islands. Even if he could fly, it would be impossible to sneak onto the islands. The only way was to dive into the lake from a long distance away and swim to the islands while holding his breath.

Therefore, Qing Liantian is not afraid of tourists visiting the surrounding islands at will, but those who can sneak onto the island must be experts.

However, this is only a branch of Qing Liantian, and the sect’s secrets must be in Qingcheng Mountain, so even if you sneak into the island, you probably won’t find anything.

Given Xiao Yuanmu’s personality, I wonder if he would take the waterway to the island… Obviously impossible. Zhao Wumian felt for no reason that given Xiao Yuanmu’s personality, he would never be willing to get soaked just to sneak in.

However, Zhao Wumian certainly did not have such concerns. When he was pondering whether to sneak into the Qingliantian branch first, or follow the trail of the Hu woman to find the master of Huanzhen Pavilion, he faintly heard the sound of a conversation in his ears.

“Hey, did you see that Hu woman? She is so beautiful, but she came to Longquan alone to enjoy the boating scenery.”

“Alone? He must be a master of martial arts, otherwise he would have been kidnapped by bandits on the way to Shu.”

“Not necessarily. Judging from her attire, she is obviously a rich girl. She may have bodyguards around her…”

Zhao Wumian looked when he heard the sound and saw a young man and woman on a boat about ten feet away from him. They seemed to have had enough fun and were ready to go back, rowing towards the Chengdu River bank.

He was a little surprised. He could actually hear their conversation from such a distance… It seemed that Xiayun Gu was of great benefit to him.

But it also has something to do with the fact that this place is too quiet.

Zhao Wumian sailed over there, gave some silver and wanted to find out the whereabouts of the Hu woman.

The young men and women looked at each other. In fact, many people knew the whereabouts of the Hu woman. After all, her appearance would leave a deep impression on everyone who saw her… Therefore, if they didn’t make the money, someone else would.

Soon after leaving the tavern, the Hu woman realized that she was being followed. She did not panic, but did what she had to do. She bought a bowl of Sichuan jelly here and a few skewers there, and ate and played all the way to Longquan. She then bought a boat and drove it alone to a quiet island, where she went ashore and sat on a rock on the shore, holding an oil-paper umbrella and looking up at the moon.

With every move, she looks more and more like a woman from the Jiangnan water town.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice suddenly came from behind her, “It’s rare to see Hu women in Shu, especially those who are good at martial arts… I had my doubts before, but now that I’ve followed you, it turns out to be you… Meng Po from the Western Region Holy Church, what brings you to Chengdu?”

Looking back, I saw a white-robed knight wearing a bamboo hat and holding a Miao Dao in his hand, leaning casually against a tree. Raindrops fell on him, wetting his white robe, but as the night deepened, he was standing in the shadow under the tree and his face could not be seen at all.

The Hu woman casually twirled the oil-paper umbrella in her hands, and the raindrops slid along the umbrella in the air, passing through a faint water line. She asked curiously, “Who is Meng Po?”

Tong Congdao looked at the Hu woman and laughed, “If you were not Meng Po, would you dare to go to the island alone without any fear?”

“I only know that someone is following me, but I don’t know who is following me. How could you show up if you don’t find a secluded place?” The Hu woman tilted her head and looked at Tong Congdao, with a faint smile on her pretty face behind the veil. “You said that as if you were some martial arts master… I just want to lure you out and kill you. Is there a problem?”

“No, no problem.” Tong Congdao laughed brightly, “If you are not Meng Po, then you are too conceited about your own strength… But as a mere Hu woman, your only role in the Central Plains is to go to brothels and satisfy men. Now you are relying on your martial arts skills to ignore the Central Plains warriors?”

In fact, Tong Congdao had never seen Meng Po. The Huanzhen Pavilion and the Western Region Holy Church had no connection, and just looking at the portrait… forget it, Meng Po’s disguise technique was too superb, and it was impossible to tell which face was her real one, so there was no way to talk about the portrait.

It was just that the appearance and temperament of this Hu woman were so outstanding, and she was so bold, that he began to doubt. As for judging whether she was the bridge between heaven and earth just by looking at her every move… Not to mention Tong Congdao, even Wudamu couldn’t do it.

In this world, the most you can do is to tell whether someone is strong or weak, but to tell at a glance how strong someone is is pure wishful thinking. That’s why there is a saying in the martial arts world that no matter who the opponent is, you can only know the winner after you fight him.

As soon as Tong Congdao said that, the smile on the Hu woman’s face became even more intense, but there was no warmth in her expression, and it was obvious that she wanted to kill Tong Congdao.

However, Tong Congdao didn’t know her, but she knew Tong Congdao. There were not many warriors who used Miao Dao in the world, and even fewer who used it well. The strongest Miao Dao user was Tong Congdao, the leader of Benwo Hall… He carried a Miao Dao, wore a flashy white robe, was very powerful, and all the characteristics matched.

But she didn’t understand why she met this guy in Chengdu… What was Tong Congdao doing here?

Of course he came to kill Zhao Wumian.

Huanzhen Pavilion has been searching for the Four Glazed Jades for more than ten years, and now has clues about the Green Jade Pendant and the Crimson Pearl Jade. It is definitely impossible for them to just sit there and wait for Zhao Wumian to grow up before snatching them away. As early as when Zhao Wumian announced that he was going to challenge Sword Master, Tong Congdao rushed to Shu, but he never found Zhao Wumian’s whereabouts or a chance to escape.

Now he hit it off with Master Wei San and Fan Shunan… That is, at the birthday party, Yangshe Yin attracted Zhao Wumian’s attention, while Tong Congdao disguised himself and entered the scene, ambushed Zhao Wumian, chopped him up cleanly, and kidnapped Luo Xiangzhu.

Even Yangshe Yin didn’t know about this plan. After all, although Yangshe Yin had been in charge of Qingliantian for many years, he still abided by the rules of the martial arts world and had a chivalrous dream in his heart. The most he wanted to do was to have a serious fight with Zhao Wumian, force him to reveal his trump card, and give Daokui a better chance of winning.

But Master Wei San and Fan Shunan are completely different. They plan to let Zhao Wumian die in Chengdu directly and don’t want to give him the chance to go to Qingcheng Mountain at all.

Not to mention Tong Congdao, how honest can you expect a flower thief to be?
“We’ll know whether you are Meng Po or not after a fight…” Tong Congdao slowly grasped the handle of the Miao Dao, raised his face in the bamboo hat slightly, glanced at the Hu woman, and then said with a smile, “If you are not, that would be the best. I have heard of Meng Po’s appearance for a long time, but it is hard to meet her. But you are okay, why not be her meal substitute…” After she finished speaking, the Hu woman still smiled, but the handle of the oil-paper umbrella had been cracked by her, and she was obviously furious. It was only the basic skills of a demon woman that allowed her to maintain the most basic professional qualities… that is, she did not show her emotions.

But at this moment, both of them heard a slight rustling sound in their ears, which was the sound of a ship gliding across the lake.

The two men frowned and looked in the direction of the sound. What they saw was a small boat on the lake heading towards here. There was no obstruction on the lake, and a little moonlight mixed with the light rain fell, allowing the two men to clearly see the figures on the boat.

A knight in the martial arts world dressed in a green robe stood tall at the bow. His face could not be seen clearly because of his hat, but he had a sword and a dagger slung across his waist, which made him look awe-inspiring. The large patch of moonlight reflected traces of raindrops in the sky. When the evening breeze blew, one could see the crystal raindrops rushing to spread around the knight in the martial arts world.

The cat-like green eyes of the Hu woman showed a hint of surprise. She recognized the man’s identity… Why was he here?

Tong Congdao was even more astonished. He never thought that he would run into Zhao Wumian here. But strictly speaking, this was also a coincidence. He came to Chengdu to kill Zhao Wumian, but Zhao Wumian came to him on his own. It’s just…

If that Hu woman was really Meng Po, a martial arts master who had achieved the unity of man and nature, he would have a hard time winning. He had also heard that Zhao Wumian had defeated Tang Weiyu, so if they fought in actual combat, he would obviously suffer a loss, or even be seriously injured and have to flee in panic.

Each of them had their own thoughts, and for a moment, neither of them said a word.

It was a dark rainy night and there was dead silence, as if there was only this person, a knife, a sword, and a boat.

The ship docked, Zhao Wumian stepped onto the island, looked up at the two people, and after taking a look at the Hu woman, he turned to look at the white-robed swordsman in the shadows, “Tong Congdao… What a coincidence, I ran into you picking flowers… No wonder you are despised by people in the martial arts world. You have feelings for Meng Po, but you can only use others as substitutes for meals like a rat in the gutter to satisfy your pathetic desires.”

Zhao Wumian obviously heard what Tong Congdao had just said.

He really looked down on Tong Congdao. All the martial arts masters that Zhao Wumian knew, no matter if they were enemies or friends, at least had the spirit of a martial artist. There was no one like Tong Congdao who was helpless against Meng Po and therefore took pleasure in bullying the weak.

But this may also be related to the purpose of the Benwotang sect… Do whatever you want. Tong Congdao himself thinks that bullying the weak is okay, so naturally he doesn’t care about the character of a warrior.

Tong Congdao’s eyes twitched. After all, he was a martial arts master, but he was scolded by Zhao Wumian, a guy who didn’t even have a bridge to communicate between heaven and earth. Anyone with a little bit of pride would be furious.

The Hu woman tilted her head and stared at Zhao Wumian. This guy was actually speaking for her… It was quite interesting.

Tong Congdao glanced at the Hu woman, secretly on guard against her in his heart. He took a few steps forward with his Miao Dao in hand, used the handle of the knife to prop up his bamboo hat, and with his other hand he untied the thin string that hung the hat around his neck, and the hat fell backwards to the ground.

“Zhao Wumian, once in Qin Fengshan, once in the capital, you and I have fought secretly twice, but this is the first time we have seen each other face to face.”

“After all, when it comes to the ability to escape, apart from Wudamu, I respect you the most. When the capital was besieged Wei to save Zhao, you didn’t dare to enter the city. After hearing the news that Li Jingnan was captured, you immediately fled thousands of miles away and didn’t dare to stay near the capital for more than a quarter of an hour.” Zhao Wumian sneered and looked down on Tong Congdao from the bottom of his heart.

Tong Congdao’s face darkened. When it comes to sharp tongue, he could not compare to Zhao Wumian, even the little nun Guan Yunshu. He said no more.

puff—-

Tong Congdao suddenly raised his arm, grasped the scabbard of the Miao Dao in his backhand, and embedded it into the tree stump behind him, with the blade almost parallel to the ground. Then he took a step forward, and his palm slid through the scabbard until he grasped the handle. He did not stop, so there was only a “rustling” sound of friction, and the clear blade slowly slid out of the scabbard.

Tong Congdao walked out of the shadows, and the blade reflected the moonlight, exuding a chilling chill.

Tong Congdao’s sword is named ‘Zhao Xin’, and is ranked fourth in the long sword chapter of the Jianghu Weapon List.

Zhao Wumian’s Wuhen Sword ranked second, and the remaining first and third places were occupied by the Sword Master and the Sword Soldiers of the Master of the Huanzhen Pavilion.

As for Xiao Yuanmu, although she uses a knife, she does not only use a knife, so she is not included in this list.

Zhao Wumian’s Wuhen Sword ranks high, which is the result of Emperor Jingzheng’s battle record in the past.

Zhao Wumian also glanced at the Hu woman. He didn’t come here to be a hero and save the beauty, but he just happened to be an enemy of Tong Congdao. In fact, he was wary of this Hu woman in his heart.

Wipe————

Zhao Wumian stretched his hand backwards, grasped the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled the sword out of the sheath. However, before the sword was completely pulled out, Zhao Wumian’s body surface suddenly turned slightly red, some white mist rose up, and he suddenly disappeared on the spot.

From the perspective of the Hu woman standing nearby, she saw a flash of cold light suddenly slide out from the scabbard. The scabbard was twisted ninety degrees by the force, from “hanging behind the waist” to “hanging around the waist”, and the cold light crossed a distance of ten feet from the shore of the island in the blink of an eye and came to Tong Congdao’s waist.

Although Zhao Wumian looked down on Tong Congdao’s character, he would not underestimate his strength and would use all his strength when he attacked.

He really learned Song Yun’s Star-Picking Knife! ?
But no matter how fast he was, Tong Congdao was also a veteran martial arts master. He was able to fight back and forth with Xu Ran, Chief Constable Su, and even the spear master Chen Qiyuan. Naturally, it was impossible for him to be killed by Zhao Wumian with just one sword.

“Hah!” Tong Congdao’s skin was exactly the same as Zhao Wumian’s, his body surface was flushed and white mist was rising.

The blood of the devil!
This secret technique was learned by Zhao Wumian from Xian Yuchen, the deputy leader of Huanzhen Pavilion. It was originally the martial arts of Huanzhen Pavilion. With Tong Congdao’s talent, it was impossible for him not to learn it.

But the knife was still too fast, and Tong Congdao had no time to swing his knife to block it. He could only raise his hand immediately and use a very small movement to use the handle of the Miao Dao to block the blade of the horizontal sword just right.

clang!
The sound of metal clashing almost resounded throughout the entire island, and even the lake water around the island was rippling in circles and dissipating outward, shocking the tourists in the lake and making them look over here in astonishment.

The blade hit the handle. No matter how you think about it, Zhao Wumian used more force. After all, Tong Congdao’s posture of exerting force was very uncomfortable. But after the knife was chopped down, the other side did not move at all.

This is natural. Zhao Wumian does not have the bridge to communicate between heaven and earth. Although he can temporarily narrow the “numerical” gap by relying on the secret method and the innate poison body, he has the secret method, and Tong Congdao naturally has it too. For Zhao Wumian, the advantage of the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution is gone. When the two are offset, it is equivalent to Zhao Wumian relying only on the physique of the innate poison body to fight against Wu Kui.

But Tong Congdao was more surprised than Zhao Wumian. He was a martial arts master and had used the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution. His physique was among the best among all the martial arts masters in the world. He expected that he could block the knife and push it back, but at this moment, the two of them were in a stalemate.

Although the stalemate lasted only a few seconds and Tong Congdao gained the upper hand, he still couldn’t help feeling frightened.

What kind of monster is Zhao Wumian? He clearly doesn’t have the bridge to connect heaven and earth, but he can temporarily fight him physically… He used the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution.

Zhao Wumian realized that his physique was slightly inferior to Tong Congdao’s, so he immediately retracted his attack, stomped his feet on the ground, and bounced up from the ground like a spring, and smashed his knees heavily on Tong Congdao’s jaw.

Tong Congdao snorted coldly. At this moment, Zhao Wumian was approaching, which was undoubtedly disadvantageous to him… The Miao Dao was too long to be swung at this distance, so he held the knife with one hand and clenched his fist with the other hand, and immediately hit Zhao Wumian’s lower abdomen with an “inch punch”. The force was so great that Tong Congdao’s wrist guard and arm sleeves were instantly torn into pieces.

If Zhao Wumian was hit in this part, he would become a eunuch even if he didn’t die… Tong Congdao guessed that he was quite jealous of Zhao Wumian for having so many beauties around him, so he chose this part specifically to disgust Zhao Wumian.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wumian’s move was a feint. His legs pushed upwards and instantly closed like a golden dragon’s mouth. He smashed inwards with his knees as the center of gravity, and instantly hit both sides of Tong Congdao’s arms. Then, his waist and abdomen twisted slightly, and his whole body turned sideways, like a crocodile’s death roll.

Zhao Wumian’s physique was slightly weaker than Tong Congdao’s, but if Tong Congdao wanted to resist, his forearms would be twisted into a knot, so he had to stomp his feet hard and flip sideways on the spot, but he still maintained his horse stance and his lower body was extremely stable, only making two small holes on the ground.

The Hu woman was stunned for a moment. This seemed to have some of the charm of the Rong martial arts master Bai Lang…

After they parted at Changshan, Zhao Wumian’s strength had almost risen to such a level.

But at this moment, signal fireworks suddenly came from the distant sky, accompanied by some random chatter.

“This is the place! There is a swordsman in a white robe and another in a green robe. They both asked about the whereabouts of the Hu woman. We think they are going to gang-rape her!”

“The sound of metal clashing was so loud just now. It must be that the two swordsmen were fighting for the Hu woman!”

Zhao Wumian, Tong Congdao: …

The Hu woman’s face stiffened slightly, and she thought to herself that it was not good. She and Tong Congdao were not in the same group. The reason she came to Longquan was actually to sneak in… She had a mission, but now it turned out to be such a big deal.

Her eyes immediately showed some murderous intent, and she looked at Tong Cong coldly. If it weren’t for this guy…

Tong Congdao’s heart was suddenly filled with alarm bells. The murderous aura of the Hu woman was so overwhelming that he also felt a bit of danger… This fucking person must be Meng Po!
Zhao Wumian’s strength is different now, he can already fight against him. If Meng Po is added… the two martial arts masters surround him alone, if the fight continues, Tong Congdao might die here. He immediately forced Zhao Wumian back with a palm, and then stepped forward to escape.

Zhao Wumian’s eyes turned cold and he sheathed his knife, but he didn’t think of letting him go so easily.

Choke————

A chill suddenly appeared in the rainy night.

The Demon Blood Solution was fused with the Star-Picking Sword, and Zhao Wumian created the ‘One Sword Shura’.

At that time, this knife allowed Zhao Wumian to strike later but was the first to leave a foot-long wound on Tang Weiyu’s chest. If Zhao Wumian’s strength was much stronger than that in the battle of Emei, then what would this knife do to Tong Congdao?

The knife was extremely fast, and there was no other knife technique in the world that was faster than this one. Tang Weiyu could not dodge it, and Tong Congdao naturally could not dodge it either. Tong Congdao could not even see the knife’s path clearly until the blade was less than five inches away from him before he reacted.

He gritted his teeth, thinking that if he turned around to receive the knife, he would definitely be dragged down, so he used his back to block the knife, blood splattered in the air, and then Tong Congdao dived into the lake, and the lake seemed to explode.

“You fucking Tong Congdao, you’re even better at running than Wudamu! You didn’t even dare to fight me before I even communicated with the Bridge of Heaven and Earth, and you still want to be the head of my hall? You’re such a fucking coward!”

When Zhao Wumian chopped down with his knife, he felt that the feeling was not right. Although it drew blood, it felt like he was chopping on an iron plate. He knew in his heart that Tong Congdao must be wearing soft armor underneath.

Wu Kui wanted to run and there was no way to stop him, so Zhao Wumian had no choice but to give up. He cursed Tong Congdao loudly and put his sword back into its sheath.

Meng Po trotted over, looking at Zhao Wumian with stars in her eyes, with an extremely admiring look, and bowed slightly to Zhao Wumian, but with an accent, she said in a crisp tone:
“Happy New Year~”

Meng Po is pretending that she is just an innocent Hu person, a pitiful little girl who can’t even speak the Central Plains Mandarin.

“Ah?” Zhao Wumian adjusted his hat, “You want to say thank you?”

“Thank you?” Meng Po tilted her pretty face, looking confused.

“That’s enough.” Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly. Seeing that many boats were approaching here, he immediately took Meng Po on board and slapped the lake with one hand, “Let’s go quickly. If we are surrounded by a group of people, we won’t be able to explain ourselves.”

Meng Po thought so too, and immediately nodded and smiled foolishly at Zhao Wumian.

Still pretending.

(End of this chapter)