But after searching several times with his divine sense, he did not find anything. Was it an illusion? But how could it be an illusion? The intuition that he had accumulated over countless years in the Jianghu, how could it be wrong? Since it was not an illusion, and his search was fruitless, it meant that the power that was targeting him was far stronger than himself, far beyond his imagination. With this thought clear, he felt even worse.
However, after so many years of bloodshed, when had he ever had a good feeling?
Apart from death, it was not a big deal. Even if he died, it was not a big deal. For him, perhaps it was an early release!
Hu Bugui snorted, his face still showing a doddering old look. He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, not caring about the outside world.
At this moment, there was a whistling wind coming from afar.
Hu Bugui suddenly opened his eyes, two dazzling rays of light shooting out from his eyes!
That voice was extremely overbearing, and was directed at him!
He still did not move, and just stared at the door.
The next moment, without warning, the door was shattered into pieces, and the room was filled with debris. A pitch-black blade with an imposing aura that could split the heaven and earth was coming at him.
This blade was fierce and overbearing, and carried with it the power to split the heaven and earth. This was no longer a test, but a fatal blow!
Hu Bugui's eyes flashed, and it was unknown when the blade was already in his hand.
The blade flicked forward.
With a 'ding' sound, Hu Bugui's blade accurately touched the pitch-black blade. The opponent's blade paused slightly, but this slight moment was enough — —
Whoosh!
Hu Bugui's originally cross-legged body suddenly fell back, and then floated up, standing firmly on the couch.
In front of him, there was a burly young man in black, standing with his blade across his chest. Just now, he had not finished his attack, and had retracted his blade, and did not force an attack.
"Who are you?" Hu Bugui's complexion was unchanged. He gently coughed, and swallowed the blood that had reached his throat.
Although Hu Bugui's complexion was calm, he was in fact extremely shocked!
He had faced countless enemies in his life, but today, it was the first time that he had been severely injured by someone with a blade!
The person's blade was extremely fierce and overbearing, reaching a level that Hu Bugui had never seen before in his life!
That person took a step into the door and gave Hu Bugui the feeling that a whole mountain range had moved and was pressing down on him. It was only a step away but there was a huge mountain pressing down on him with earth-shattering power.
"I am Dong Wushang!" The black-clothed youth looked fiercely at Hu Bugui and said in a low voice, "You are Hu Bugui?"
Hu Bugui narrowed his eyes. "Dong Wushang? Do you have a grudge against me? "
"No!" Dong Wushang shook his head.
"You have a grudge?"
"No!"
"Then why?" Hu Bugui flew into a rage. There was no relationship between the two of them, yet you attacked me for no reason. What does this mean?
Dong Wushang looked at him calmly and said, "Because you're here to cause trouble!"
Hu Bugui suddenly raised his head. "No!"
"You are!" Dong Wushang said with certainty. He was not even willing to say half a word more and directly condemned Hu Bugui.
Hu Bugui shook his head. "I'm not..."
Before he finished the sentence, he was already interrupted by Dong Wushang. "You're here to cause trouble! What? We're both people who use the blade, and you're also at this stage, but you don't dare to admit it? You dare to do it but don't dare to admit it? "
Dong Wushang's words were as overbearing as the blade he had slashed out.
Hu Bugui's face twitched and was silent for a long while before he finally said, "That's right!"
People who use the blade.
This in itself was a kind of dignity.
A swordsman could let down anyone in his life, but he would never let down his own blade! He would not disgrace the words' people who use the blade '.
The person was the blade, and the blade was the person. Insulting the blade was equivalent to insulting oneself, and even worse than insulting oneself!
If you scold a swordsman's eight generations of ancestors, or that swordsman may be indifferent. But as long as it involved the honor and disgrace of the blade, it was a fight between swordsman!
The dignity of the blade was not to be violated!
Therefore, although Hu Bugui did not want to admit it, he still admitted it.
Moreover, since the other party was so certain, he must have grasped a lot.
Whether he admitted it or not might not have any more meaning.
Dong Wushang nodded. "At least you dare to admit what you've done, and can be considered a person who uses the blade. Not bad. Draw your blade, I'll give you a dignified death, and let you die under my blade! "
Just as the best ending for a soldier was to die in battle, the best ending for a swordsman was to die under the blade!
Hu Bugui's face lit up, and he chuckled. "Hu Bugui, the blade does not return!"
Suddenly, the blade light exploded into a cold light that filled the sky, and attacked Dong Wushang.
From the first exchange of blows, Hu Bugui already knew that he was definitely not this young man's match, but he still chose to attack with all his strength. His eyes were very dazzling at this moment, and he hoped that he could display the sharpness of his blade in this final battle, and finally die under another peerless divine blade. Only such a death could be considered satisfying!
Dong Wushang's dark blade had already turned into lightning.
However, the thunderous movements suddenly stopped.
Hu Bugui's face revealed a bleak smile, and he said softly, "Thank you, you didn't ask me anything."
"Because you won't say it," Dong Wushang said indifferently.
Hu Bugui coughed and laughed. "Good blade!"
With a touch of regret in his eyes, he slowly closed them. Since childhood, he had been reduced to a tool, and until now, his biggest regret was … not knowing who his parents were, not knowing where his home was, and not knowing who the person who turned him into a tool … was.
But in this life … he lived in confusion, and died in confusion.
His body was still upright, and his hand blade was still tightly gripped in his hand. The sharp blade was only half an inch away from Dong Wushang's waist. But he was already dead.
Half an inch was actually an insurmountable moat.
Dong Wushang slowly pulled out the dark blade from his chest, his face expressionless.
His body flashed, and he went out through the window.
Hu Bugui's body slowly fell to the ground, and blood slowly gushed out, dyeing the ground red.
Outside the inn, footsteps sounded. A group of soldiers and horses rushed in. Under the terrified gaze of the shopkeeper, the leader patted the shopkeeper's shoulder and said, "Congratulations, congratulations. Isn't this room now empty? You can receive other customers and earn double the amount of money. This is a good thing."
He smiled, put away Hu Bugui's body, and strode away.
The innkeeper's face was deathly pale, and he was on the verge of collapsing. Double the money … to earn double the money like this, he would be scared to death after a few times …
…
Wu Yun had always been cautious. After checking into the inn, he pulled open the curtains and placed a pillow inside, creating a simple but very effective illusion. Then he flashed to the top of the wardrobe, and no longer made a sound.
This was a habit left behind after so many years of roaming the Jianghu.
At his level of cultivation, he no longer had to worry about being ambushed by enemies, but this habit could not be changed.
It was already the second watch.
The door suddenly rang three times, and someone knocked on the door.
Wu Yun slowly opened his eyes, and the long sword that never left his side was silently in his hand, but he felt that his palms were full of sweat.
He completely did not notice when the person outside the door came.
It was only when the door was knocked that he knew! The other party clearly knew that he was in the room.
What this meant, was self-evident!
Just from this point, he had already lost.
The knocking on the door was the prelude to death. The person who knocked on the door was the Death God?!
"Who is it?" Wu Yun asked in a low voice. At this time, there was no meaning in not making a sound.
"It's me." There was a cold voice outside the door.
It was only two words, but he could already feel the coldness of the other party's sword.
It was as if the person outside the door was not a person, nor was it the Death God, but an unsheathed sword with murderous intent!
But, what was the difference between a sword like this and the Death God?!
The door slowly opened, and the world inside and outside the door were surprisingly connected.
One was outside the door, one was inside the door.
The person outside the door was a young man in black, his eyes like a sword, his body like a sword, his spirit like a sword, and his hand like a sword.
"Wu Yun?" The person's sharp eyes instantly locked onto Wu Yun.
Wu Yun chuckled. "That's right. I've been unlucky all my life, so I named myself Wu Yun. I'm just mocking myself."
The man in black said mockingly, "If you are considered as Wu Yun, then what about the hundreds of thousands of innocent people who died in your hands?"
Wu Yun said indifferently, "Regardless of whether they are innocent or guilty, to be able to die under my sword, their souls will leave the spring, and they will no longer sink into the turbid world. Naturally, they are lucky."
The black-clothed youth nodded slowly. "So that's how it is. It's your turn to be lucky today."
Wu Yun understood the unspoken meaning of the other's words, so he asked, "Why?"
"Why?" The black-clothed youth asked softly, "Then why are you here?"
Wu Yun narrowed his eyes and said, "I am here to congratulate Heavenly Monarch Mo Yun on his ascension to the throne. Are you here to cause trouble? Are you trying to disrupt the Celestial Emperor Ascension Ceremony? "
The black-clothed young man's face was cold as he said, "Who sent you here? How many people have come to congratulate me this time? "
He actually went along with Wu Yun's words.
Wu Yun said nonchalantly, "I've always been a lone wolf, and I've come alone this time as well. Why? Can't I?"
"Indeed!" The black-clothed youth shook his head. "If you're here to congratulate me, then come with me. All the experts who came to congratulate me will be gathered together under unified management. "
'Unified management? How am I supposed to act then? '
Wu Yun shook his head without hesitation. "No!"
Before he could finish his words, a cold light flashed. The person in front of him had already attacked with his sword, aiming for Wu Yun's throat.
Wu Yun was already prepared. He raised his head, leaned sideways, and took a step back.
However, the sword was as fast as lightning. Once again, it came at him with lightning speed.
This time, it was still aimed at his throat.
Wu Yun's sword was already in his hand, and he could counterattack at any time. However, in the face of such a terrifying sword, he did not even have the time to defend himself.
In fact, he even felt a sense of familiarity with this person's sword. The sword intent was accompanied by endless loneliness.
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