Chapter 133
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To be able to anger Shen Zhongshan to this extent, it was indeed Shen Mengtian. Back then, Shen Mengtian fell in love with his enemy's daughter and caused a great disturbance. In the end, he was captured by the seven sword slaves and brought back to the Twelve Sword Towers.
Now, Shen Mengtian's descendants also received the same treatment.
Although the seven sword slaves were called "slaves", they were actually veteran sword masters of the Twelve Sword Towers. They were talents that were secretly cultivated.
These seven people were all experts in the sixth level of the Perfected Person Realm. If they were placed in a sect, they could become a sect leader.
Mobilizing the seven sword slaves was even more frightening than mobilizing the elders of the Twelve Sword Towers. This was because the elders may not work hard, but the sword slaves would loyally obey orders.
"This time, go to the Abandoned Sword Villa and capture Shen Zhenyi alive. Bring him to me!"
Shen Zhongshan personally summoned the head of the seven sword slaves and issued the order.
The sword slave silently promised and flew away.
"Capture alive again!"
The old lady heard this order and gritted her teeth.
On the surface, Shen Zhongshan was bursting with anger, but in his heart, he still saw Shen Zhenyi as Shen Mengtian.
When Shen Mengtian made a terrible mistake, Shen Zhongshan also gave the same order to the seven sword slaves of that generation — capture alive!
At that time, Shen Mengtian was the young master of the Twelve Sword Towers and was also Shen Zhongshan's biological son. So, it was fine for him to be so lenient. But now, he was unwilling to give the order to kill Shen Zhenyi without mercy?
Before the seven sword slaves set off. The old lady secretly met with the head of the seven sword slaves.
She went straight to the point. "I want you to kill Shen Zhenyi."
The head of the seven sword slaves was a tall, thin, and cold man. He hesitated. "But the sect leader's order …"
"Is the sect leader's order more important, or my words more important?"
The old lady grabbed his hand and put it on her round chest. The head of the seven sword slaves trembled, but he didn't retract his right hand. Instead, he held it tightly as if he was holding a sword.
The old lady's eyes were like silk, and she let out a seductive moan.
The night was as dark as ink.
The moonlight was dim.
Shen Zhenyi sat calmly under the moon, leisurely drinking tea.
His back was straight and his sleeves fluttered gently in the night wind.
Currently, the Abandoned Sword Villa reigned supreme in the Feilan State. Even among the Juntian, they could almost replace the original position of the Ninth Heaven.
Even if the name of the Third Young Master Shen hadn't spread all over the world, it wasn't as obscure as when he first arrived in the world of eight cultivators.
Of course, he had never cared about his reputation. His gaze had always been on the heavens.
The Moon in the sky.
Today was the first day of the lunar year. The eyes of the moon were devoid of light, and only a single new tooth could be seen. It was shrouded by dark clouds and was extremely dim.
"The moon is dark and the wind is strong. It's a night for killing."
He suddenly spoke.
"Ah?"
Princess Long and Cynanchum Chinense, who were by his side, were stunned and looked at each other. They did not understand what Shen Zhenyi was talking about all of a sudden.
"The smell of blood is unavoidable when killing people."
Shen Zhenyi sighed and splashed the freshly brewed tea over.
He didn't hate killing people. After all, the sword was one of the lethal weapons.
However, if a person were to become a slave to the sword and become a lethal weapon, the smell would be very unpleasant.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Soft clapping sounds came from all directions in the darkness.
"The Third Young Master Shen is indeed not an ordinary person. No one has ever discovered us before we act in the dark."
His voice was cold and his tone was stiff, but there was still an unconcealable surprise in it.
Seven masked men in black slowly walked out from different directions. The leader was the tallest, and he was the one who spoke just now.
"The Seven Sword Slaves' concealment technique is nothing."
Shen Zhenyi's tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care.
The ones hiding in the dark were the Seven Sword Slaves of the Twelve Sword Towers. They were the best at concealing their auras and setting up ambushes in the dark. Even first-class experts would inevitably fall for their tricks.
They didn't expect that Shen Zhenyi would recognize them not long after they arrived at their respective positions. It was inevitable that they were surprised.
And they were recognized as soon as they came out. This made the Seven Sword Slaves even more bewildered.
"You know us?"
Shen Zhenyi smiled. "You are just sword slaves, not assassins. There are markings on your clothes. Isn't the golden sword shape on your right wrist your code name? "
The Seven Sword Slaves were stunned again.
There were indeed small golden sword patterns on the right sleeves of their black clothes, which proved their identity and ranking. The leader had one golden sword, the smallest had seven, and so on.
But these patterns were very small. In such a dark environment, Shen Zhenyi could see them at a glance. His eyesight was really good.
"The Third Young Master Shen deserves his reputation. His eyesight alone is enough to make him a competent swordsman."
The leader of the Seven Sword Slaves sighed sincerely.
If one couldn't even see the sword moves of others clearly, how could one become an outstanding swordsman?
Shen Zhenyi's ability to see in the dark might be his talent.
"I'm very disappointed in your swords."
Shen Zhenyi sighed and shook his head.
The Seven Sword Slaves' faces tightened. This person's words were really irritating. No wonder the Young Master was so angry that he couldn't get out of bed for days.
"Although we Seven Sword Slaves are not elegant, our swordsmanship is something that even the Sect Master approves of. How did we disappoint the Third Young Master Shen?"
The leader of the Seven Sword Slaves' tone was even stiffer.
Shen Zhenyi smiled slightly. "Your swordsmanship was originally spoiled by pulling up seedlings. You improved your martial arts to this level by relying on drugs and mechanical practice. First of all, there was no way to make further breakthroughs. Second of all, it was inevitable that there were traces of workmanship. "
Martial arts especially emphasized comprehension. If one was too workmanlike, it would be difficult to become a Grandmaster.
"But this is still a small flaw. The key is that you never choose when you kill people. When your swords are stained with the smell of blood, you only know to listen to orders. You don't know why you have to wave your swords, so you are slaves to the sword. In this way, your swordsmanship stinks. "
Shen Zhenyi spoke absent-mindedly, as if he didn't know how irritating his words were.
He always had the ability to irritate people to death without paying for it. Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long secretly applauded.
The Seven Sword Slaves were so angry that they gritted their teeth. The leader said angrily, "Third Young Master Shen, you have a sharp tongue! But it's useless to say more. In the end, we still have to see who is better in swordsmanship. I wonder if the Third Young Master Shen is willing to fight with the seven of us? "
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