His figure flew backward and fell into the lake. No one knew if he was dead or alive.
It turned out that the Old Man in the lake also carried a blade.
Both he and Bai Huer had two-handed blades. One blew snow and the other raised waves. Which one was more powerful?
Hsu Fengnian, whose eyes were blurred, clicked his tongue and said, "Is this Old Man invincible? If I had known that masters were so powerful, I would have listened to Xu Xiao's advice and practiced martial arts. "
Old Huang turned his head and shook his head with a silly smile. "Not invincible, not invincible."
Hsu Fengnian looked at him attentively. He saw that the chains on the Old Man's hands were rooted in his bones and connected together. It was not an ordinary binding. This was too terrifying. Who would be so obsessed with martial arts and conceited to the point of becoming one with the blade? What if the blade was controlled by someone? Wouldn't it be extremely painful?
Old Kui leaped into a pavilion with two locks and two sabers. He waved his sabers lightly, and the pavilion, which had cost him quite a lot of silver, collapsed with a loud rumble, almost turning into fine powder. Old Kui looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, his white hair fluttering in the wind, making him look like a Yama.
The remaining four guards of the Tide-listening Pavilion moved together. They formed a triangle and stood far away with a solemn expression.
On the top of Mount Qingliang, Da Zhu Guo, Xu Xiao, sat on a wooden bench and looked at the lake on the mountainside. He held a red clay teapot made by a famous craftsman, but it was filled with Green Ant Wine. Beside him stood his adopted son, Yuan Zuozong. "Zuo Xiong" squinted his phoenix eyes.
Xu Xiao chuckled. "How many moves can you block?"
Yuan Zuozong, who was riding a white horse and wielding a silver spear and killing people on the battlefield, said softly, "Father, Zuo Xiong wants to try."
Da Zhu Guo shook his head. "Forget it. Someone will take care of this monster downstairs. He can't hurt Fengnian."
In the corridor on the second floor of the Tide-listening Pavilion, a man in a white robe stood in front of the railing with a Winter Blade at his waist. He looked at it for a moment, then put his finger on the hilt of the knife and pushed it out an inch, then retracted it back into its sheath. He rubbed it back and forth, then turned around and went back upstairs.
Not only that, even Li Yishan, the most important advisor of the Prince's Mansion, walked out of the dark room. He clasped his hands behind his back and quietly observed the once-in-a-decade spectacle. As if the sunlight was too dazzling, he raised his hand to cover his eyes and muttered to himself, "Jian Jiuhuang, Chu Kuangnu, do we have to tear down countless pavilions again?"
The Old Man did not pay any attention to the guards. In this world, there were very few people who could make him take them seriously. He only roared, "Ninth Brother Huang, come out and die!"
Hsu Fengnian was shocked, "Old Ninth Huang? Old Huang, are they calling you? Don't tell me you have a grudge with this Old Man! "
Old Huang reached out and tore off the tattered cloth, revealing the long rosewood box that made Hsu Fengnian's heart palpitate. He turned his head and smiled. He still looked like he had no front teeth. Every time Hsu Fengnian saw this scene, he always wondered if the old servant would let the wine leak into his mouth when he drank the yellow wine.
The Old Man obviously saw the old coachman standing at the bow with the box on his back. His white hair danced in the wind and his face was ferocious.
When Hsu Fengnian was so nervous that he did not even dare to breathe, Old Huang reached out his withered hand and stroked the wooden box. He did not forget to turn his head and smile foolishly. He raised his head and made a gesture of pouring wine into his mouth, saying, "Young Master, that?"
Hsu Fengnian laughed angrily, "Look at you! Don't you have the demeanor of a master? If you really win by stepping on dog shit, I'll treat you to a hundred jars of Dragon Cliff Sunken Vat Yellow Wine. "
The coachman, who was called 'Old Ninth Huang' by Old Kui and 'Jian Jiuhuang' by Li Yishan, smiled faintly. In that instant, Xu Fengnian's eyes seemed to be dazzled. Old Huang was no longer simple and foolish. Instead, it was replaced by an indescribable feeling. He only felt that this old servant, who was as immovable as a mountain, was actually more arrogant than Old Kui, who carried a saber.
Among the three large plaques in the Tide-listening Pavilion, one of them was "Qi Rush Fighting Bull". It referred to the supreme sword aura that existed only in ancient records and was in fact purely illusory. Hsu Fengnian thought that if this Old Huang really knew how to wield the sword, he would be worthy of a Big White, two Big Whites, and even a thousand Big Whites.
What a scoundrel.
Old Huang didn't move, but the wooden box hummed like a dragon's cry. It wasn't ear-piercing, but it shook one's soul.
Hsu Fengnian was dumbfounded. Could it be that this Old Huang who had been stealing chickens and touching dogs with him for three years was really an expert?
"Sword One."
Old Huang, who had been silently reciting these two words, stepped lightly on the bow of the boat. Hsu Fengnian's small boat with a black awning moved back toward the shore. It was abnormally stable. The small boat gently glided backward, creating ripples in the water.
Hsu Fengnian gazed at Old Huang's skinny figure in the distance as he walked on the waves.
The side of the red sandalwood box opened, and a long sword rushed out of it.
Da Zhuguo, who had stood up on the mountain peak, and Li Yishan, who was in the Tide-listening Pavilion, said at the same time, "Sword One, Dragon Snake."
The Old Man with the blade laughed impudently, "Good, good, good. Old Ninth Huang, I've been waiting for you for so many years. Today, grandpa will break your nine swords and let you have one less sword to carry!"
Hsu Fengnian, a layman, was so annoyed that he wanted to kill someone.
He knew that this was a peak confrontation between the top experts of Jianghu, but in his eyes, it was just a blade against a sword. He couldn't see anything special about it. It was even less exciting than the duel between the Old Man with Double Blades and Grandpa Wei.
The only thing he could see was that another sword had flown out of the red sandalwood box.
Hsu Fengnian didn't know that even the best moves couldn't escape the four words "back to basics".
Da Zhuguo forgot to drink. He held his wine cup and sighed softly, "Sword Two."
Li Yishan, who was in the Tide-listening Pavilion, slowly spat out two words, "Twin Lotus Flowers on One Stock."
The two on the mountain and halfway up the mountain clearly had a tacit understanding.
One sword became two swords, two swords became three swords.
"Sword Three."
"Three jin."
Three swords filled the sky with sword light, enveloping the world.
Old Man with Double Blades and Old Huang with Three Swords.
They were practically half gods and half immortals.
Hsu Fengnian sat down on the boat and laughed foolishly, "You deserve a reward. These are all f * cking top-notch skills!"
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