The people in the streets of Xunyang City were all stunned by Su Li's sword. Even someone as insane as Xiao Zhang could not help but express his admiration.
But Chen Chang Sheng didn't think so. On the contrary, he felt a little sad.
In the eyes of the crowd, Su Li held the Yellow Paper Umbrella in his hand and pierced through the rain with his sword. He had easily and noiselessly beheaded a Star Condensation expert. This was truly a cultivation and realm that could shock the world.
But when he left the Garden of Zhou for the snowy plains, he had once seen Su Li's true sword.
At that time, Su Li also held the Yellow Paper Umbrella in his hand, but the handle was not completely unsheathed. Sword intent pierced through the snow, traveling several dozen li. A Demon General on the edge of the snowy plains fell to the ground, its mountainous shadow abruptly severed.
Compared to that Demon General, what did a scoundrel like Lin Canghai count for?
Compared to that sword from back then, what was this sword in the rain in Xunyang City?
After several dozen days in the south, Su Li had finally managed to save up a single strike. It was not even a tenth of his peak, but it still possessed a heaven-shaking might. If he could return to his peak, no, even if his injuries were slightly lighter, just who could kill him? Who would dare to kill him?
Unfortunately, there was only cold reality in the human world. There were no ifs.
Everything was really over after this sword.
"No one else is coming?"
Su Li gazed at Xunyang City in the rain, at the guests that had come to participate in this banquet. After a very long time, he shook his head and calmly said, "It seems that no one else will come."
The question was asked by him, and the answer was answered by him. Between the question and the answer, there was an indescribable sense of vicissitudes and disappointment.
His expression was still as indifferent as before. He said to Chen Chang Sheng, "You see, in the end, reality proved that I was right."
Chen Chang Sheng remained silent, thinking that there was no point in arguing about this now.
Su Li's expression became serious, and his tone was also extremely heavy. "Other than an idiot like you, or perhaps an idiot, who would help others for no reason? Who in this world can be trusted? "
Even now, no one from the Mount Li Sword Sect had come, not even a word. The other sects of the Longevity Sect and Holy Maiden Peak also remained silent. The south was admittedly far away, but words and attitudes should not have had enough time to appear in Xunyang City, to appear before the people of the world. Sadly, those words and attitudes didn't appear.
Perhaps this indicated the attitude of the entire human world towards Su Li.
Regardless of north or south, regardless of the people, they all wanted him dead.
As he gazed at the silent Su Li in the rain, Chen Changsheng suddenly felt very sad. His nose was somewhat sore, his eyes somewhat dry, and his voice somewhat tense. "Perhaps … perhaps something has happened to Mount Li."
The so-called legends were often lonely when they came to an end. But Chen Changsheng could not bear to see this scene. Whether it was in the stories or in the classics of the Orthodoxy, he did not like to see the words' the banquet is over '. He did not want Su Li to depart so sorrowfully.
Su Li looked at him and smiled. "You idiot, is that supposed to be comforting?"
In the rain, Xunyang City was quiet and slightly cold, growing colder and colder. The sound of a zither suddenly came from somewhere in the distance. He didn't know who was playing the zither. Perhaps it was a musician from the Liang household, or perhaps it was Liang Hongzhuang's bosom friend. The sound of the zither was sobbing, and the singing was hoarse. One could vaguely hear the words "loyal soul" and "old city", but they couldn't be clearly heard.
Liang Hongzhuang remained silent as he listened to the song. His tattered dancing clothes fluttered in the wind and rain as he walked away with his sleeves behind his back.
Xue He led the Red Cloud Qilin, bowed silently towards the inn, and turned to leave.
The sound of the zither gradually faded, the singing gradually faded, and then …
"Yiya!"
Xiao Zhang bellowed!
The white paper covering his face rustled!
The spear stabbed straight at Su Li!
Liang Wangsun held the vajra scepter in his hand. His steps were as heavy as a lotus, and his expression was as smooth as jade. His aura enveloped the entire inn.
A violent gale arose and Chen Chang Sheng was thrown onto the ground, unable to get up.
The song was about to end.
That was the day of Su Li's death.
However, someone refused to let the song stop.
It was not Liang Hongzhuang, who had turned around and left, dancing in rags.
It wasn't Divine General Xue who returned with a broken armor and a Qilin.
It wasn't that the musicians in the mansion wanted to continue playing, and it wasn't that a soulmate wanted to play to the end of the world.
That zither sound, that song, had indeed ended. However, in the inn, or more accurately, below the inn, there was a clear sound of impact, like the sound of wood, like the sound of a bamboo zither. In short, it continued this zither song. The clear and melodious sound of impact rang out rhythmically, as if it had given the song a new life!
Liang Hongzhuang and Xue He, who had parted ways on the long street, stopped at the same time. They suddenly turned around to look at the inn, their faces filled with shock.
Pa!
Pa pa!
Pa pa pa!
Just what sort of object was making this sound?
The counter below the inn was very old, its paint peeling off. There was an abacus on it.
The beads of the abacus were incessantly striking.
The person fiddling with the beads was no longer at the counter.
… …
… …
With the clear sound of impact, several dozen white streams of air appeared in the ruins of the inn.
Seeing those streams of air, Liang Wangsun's expression was solemn. His imperial robe whistled and his eyes shone like stars. Xiao Zhang's expression instantly became incomparably shocked, and then it exploded!
Chi la! The floorboards between the first and second floors of the inn were like fragile paper, shattering just like that. A blade broke through the floorboards, breaking through several dozen balls of Qi. With an incomparably terrifying howl, it chopped at Xiao Zhang!
Xiao Zhang's entrance had been so arrogant, but this blade was even more arrogant. Because this blade had no intention of blocking his spear. It was chopping at the person behind the spear. This was clearly telling Xiao Zhang, my blade will definitely be faster, heavier, and fiercer than your spear. Before your spear can kill Su Li, my blade will definitely chop off your head!
Seeing this blade chopping at him, Xiao Zhang was shocked, and then angry.
He recognized this blade. He knew that this blade had been personally forged by the Wenshui Old Master and had been gifted to him for free. He also knew that although this blade seemed ordinary, it actually possessed a might that even gods and ghosts would find difficult to block. He wanted to say something, but he realized that it was difficult for him to make a sound.
The blade whimpered, like the weeping of a poor scholar, like the weeping of a child whose home had been ruined.
This blade was very angry.
Xiao Zhang had clashed with this blade countless times. After Xun Mei entered the Mausoleum of Books, he was the one who had clashed with this blade the most. Of course, he was also the one who had lost the most. But he had never seen such a terrifying saber before.
The dark clouds in the sky above Xunyang City seemed to have been cut open, and a blue sky could faintly be seen.
Xiao Zhang knew that he could not retreat, or else he would assuredly lose to this blade. It was even possible that his Dao heart and his will to fight would be shattered by this angry blade, and he would become a cripple for the rest of his life. His two hands tightly gripping the spear, he smashed it horizontally at the blade!
A loud bang resounded!
The white paper floated in the air, blood dripping onto it.
Xiao Zhang flew backwards, blood spurting from his mouth as he crashed into the courtyard across from the inn.
In the dust and rubble, his roar of anger and unwillingness resounded.
"Wang Po! You actually launched a sneak attack! "
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Writing a novel while quitting smoking is definitely one of the most painful things in the world. For me to be able to hold on and write it, this chapter is not bad. I admire myself very much. Tomorrow, I want to write two chapters, but I suddenly realize that this is really very difficult … it's really uncomfortable to the point of dying.
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