[Comprehensive] Our city lord is glamorous and noble

Chapter 19

The moonlight is sparse, there is no wind or fog, only a bright moon shining brightly, dotted with stars.

As bright as the sky was, it was as dark as Nanwang's mansion.

The master's house is not in the mansion, there are only two or three scattered lights, and a large number of guards are not in the mansion, they want to protect the master who is going out.

Nanwang didn't go to Short Songgang, because it was very unsafe there, there were too many martial arts people, too many knives and swords, and Baiyun City Lord!

Although he had never seen the sword of City Lord Baiyun, he had heard that as long as he was there, King Nan would never appear, because City Lord Baiyun was not a person who would not attack an old man like him.

Men, women, old people, children, everyone is the same in his eyes.

But he really couldn't wait to know the ending, did Jiang Ruhua die or Ye Gucheng died?

With excitement, he went to the inn closest to Short Matsuoka. The small shop had already been booked by him, surrounded by guards, and the smile never disappeared from his face, because Nan Wang Very confident, very confident that Jiang Ruhua will not fail.

Those who have seen his "Xiaoxiao Xiaoyu Xiaoxiaoqing" don't think that the swordsman will fail, because there is no faster and sharper sword move in this world.

When everyone went outside, the number of people in Nanwang's mansion was much less. A figure jumped between the high and low houses under the cover of night, more agile than a monkey.

The bright moonlight shone on this man's face, and it was an ordinary face, placed in the crowd, no one could find him.

The man said: "If Lu Xiaofeng hadn't begged me, I would never have stolen a dead person."

He is the famous King of Stealing Kings, Sikong Zhaixing!

Sikong Zhaixing took the two most interesting deals in his life. He first went to steal a living person, and then after the living person died, he was invited to steal a dead person.

If someone let him steal a dead person, Sikong Zhaixing might reward that person with two big ears. Everyone knows that a dead person will rot and stink, not to mention, who would keep a person who has been dead for more than half a month? Not to be buried is simply a fantasy.

But Lu Xiaofeng said: "The body of the death dart must still be kept." He said, "There are many ways to preserve the body in Jianghu."

Sikong Zhaixing retorted: "How do you know that someone is willing to preserve his body?" He already knew the ins and outs of the matter, but the death dart was the killer of Tsing Yi Building, and the killers of Tsing Yi Building had no one to rely on and no father Without a mother, it is a blessing to have a thin coffin for burial, so why make a big fuss about the corpse.

Lu Xiaofeng said mysteriously: "Because no one has seen Ye Gucheng's sword."

No one has seen Ye Gucheng's sword, so isn't the life-threatening dart killed by him the only evidence?Even if Lu Xiaofeng knew, the injuries on his body were definitely not left by Ye Gucheng.

Sikong Zhaixing turned his head and smiled, he said: "Lu Xiaoji, Lu Xiaoji, you are really smarter than ghosts."

He was willing to help Lu Xiaofeng only because Lu Xiaofeng was his friend.

Friends should help each other.

Nanwang's courtyard is quiet everywhere, not only quiet, but also dark, with overlapping branches, ghostly shadows, and the wind blowing through, the chill is piercing.

Sikong Zhaixing walked all the way in along with the coldness, as expected, the closer to the inner room, the colder it was, the goosebumps all over his body stood up and danced.

He felt that what he was wearing was really not warm enough, at least not enough to withstand the freezing cold.

I stretched out my hand to push the door, only to find that there were criss-crossed fangs and ice picks on the top of my head. On this day, there were actually ice picks hanging high on the eaves of the door.

The death dart was lying in the middle of the igloo, his face was ashen, his body was stiff, the pupils in his eyes had disappeared, only the whites of his eyes, and there was a tricky smile on his mouth. Sikong Zhaixing saw it, as if he had been punched by a big man with an iron fist, and he couldn't help taking several steps back.

At this moment, the moon is white and the wind is clear outside the courtyard, and this place is very creepy, Sikong Zhaoxing found a big bag out of nowhere, stuffed the life-threatening dart and the big ice cube under him into the bag.

He was afraid that the corpse would be melted during the transportation, and since the eyes and the heart are pure, why would a person be so scary after death?

Carrying a big bag but still being as light as a swallow, flying up and down on the roof and branches, the number one lightness kung fu in the world really deserves its reputation.

Sikong Zhaixing didn't see a shadow behind him, it was more ethereal than fog and whiter than the moon.

The indescribable sword energy diffused between Ye Gucheng and Jiang Ruhua, like an invisible mountain, like an invisible sea, pressing on people.

The onlookers all had their pupils constricted, their muscles tensed, and they dared not even vent their breath.

This is the power and influence that only top swordsmen have.

Jiang Ruhua suddenly became less confident. The air pressure on his body was heavier than that of a mountain. He had never felt such a great pressure.

Ye Gucheng didn't speak, but just stared at Jiang Ruhua with his eyes. In his eyes, there was only chill and heaviness, because killing is a very serious matter.

Jiang Ruhua didn't speak. His fingers rested on the scabbard, which was very stable. A swordsman, even if his heart was in confusion, his hand must be steady. If he was unstable, he would not be able to hold the sword in his hand.

There is no need to talk too much between swordsmen and swordsmen. What can truly reflect their inner thoughts is the sword!

Jiang Ruhua looked away, because he could no longer look directly into Ye Gucheng's eyes, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear the cries of insects, snakes, birds and beasts at night, there was an invisible film covering his ears, only I can hear the beating of the living heart in my chest.

Boom boom, boom boom.

He suddenly said: "A young man like you shouldn't have challenged me to a duel."

People need words, especially when they are afraid, because words can calm down and strengthen courage.

Its effect is stronger than wine.

Ye Gucheng stared at him and said, "You are a swordsman."

Jiang Ruhua said, "I am a swordsman."

Ye Gucheng said: "You are a swordsman, so you should know not to be timid."

His voice was colder than ice: "Pride, anger, depression, worry, and timidity can all make people make mistakes in judgment."

In the duel between masters, all positive and negative emotions must be discarded, leaving only the id. They must focus all their attention on the enemy. Only in this way can they find the flaw.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, hanging briefly on the tip of Jiang Ruhua's square chin.

There is no need to say much between them.

Silence, silence, it is the sword that breaks the silence of time and space.

The sword is in hand, unsheathed.

Jiang Ruhua kicked his feet, and he had already taken the lead. In his early years, his sword moves were famous for their speed. After breaking through the bottleneck, his speed became even longer.

Forcibly eliminating the fear in his heart, he only had Ye Gucheng and the sword in his eyes in his eyes.

The sword is his eyes.

Ye Gucheng didn't move, and looked at Jiang Ruhua coldly. His sword was still in the scabbard, because once his sword was out of the sheath, it would definitely take a life.

Now, it's not time for him to draw his sword.

The wind blew loudly, and a gust of wind was blown up by the blade. Within a second, Jiang Ruhua had slashed dozens of times, hundreds of times. No matter how good the eyes were, he could only see a piece of sword flower, which was as thin as a cow's hair and as abundant as spring rain. , but as continuous as sympathy threads.

Ye Gucheng's eyes were cold and bright, and he was waiting for the moment when his sword moves showed their flaws.

Finally, his fingers moved, and he drew the sword at a slow and unquestionable speed. Everyone could see how the white blade was pulled out of the scabbard, and how it reflected white light.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword is very cold and fast, he has practiced the swordsmanship of killing people, the most beautiful thing is the blood blooming from the tip of the sword.

The epee has no front, and it is a skill that does not work well. His swordsmanship is simple, because it is a swordsmanship that kills people.

Ye Gucheng's sword is also very cold and fast, and it is also a sword technique for killing people, but his beauty can be seen, and his sword moves are extremely brilliant.

It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, the snow flutters like a flowing wind, and the sun rises to the morning glow, which is not as brilliant and swift as his sword light.

The man lying on the ground could never move. One part of the sword blade was obliquely stuck in the soil, and the other part had already flown into the woods.

There was no blood on the tip of the sword, and the blood was scattered in the soil.

There was no sound, and everyone could see clearly that Ye Gucheng only took out one sword, which broke Jiang Ruhua's swordsmanship made by thousands of swords.

Because he has seen the loopholes in the sword move.

A little loophole is enough for him.

"Crack-"

With the sword in its sheath, not a single strand of Baiyun City Lord's hair was messed up, and the hem of his clothes was too white.

Jiang Ruhua's sword didn't hurt him at all.

Suddenly, a voice descended from the sky and said, "I seem to be a little late?"

A young man with an ordinary face, but his lightness skills are extraordinary. He carried a big bag of three or four hundred catties on his back, and his boxy appearance looked like a coffin.

Lu Xiaofeng clapped his palms and said with a smile: "It's not too late, you're not too late at all." Not only not too late, but just right.

Sikong Zhaixing put down the big bag on his back, and the solid ground was sunken by several centimeters. One can imagine the weight of the contents in the bag.

The sackcloth pocket was removed, and what appeared in front of everyone was first a piece of ice, and then the death dart's pale face.

"Heh—" Some people took several steps back in fright. None of the people present did not see the dead. corpse.

Someone suddenly lost his voice: "Death Dart!" It was the name that recognized the corpse.

As soon as the name came out, those who didn't know were even more horrified. According to legend, how long had the young man killed by Ye Gucheng been dead, two weeks, or more than half a month?The corpse is still well preserved, thinking about it, it is inevitable that there will be chills attacking the limbs and bones.

Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward and said: "That's right, it's the death dart." It was obviously his idea to steal the corpse.

Mu Dao said: "Could it be that there is some secret on his corpse?" He knew that Lu Xiaofeng was a smart person, smart people never do useless work.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled at Ye Gucheng: "Although I know you don't care about gossip, I can't tolerate people slandering my friends."

Ye Gucheng also smiled at Lu Xiaofeng, he already knew what Lu Xiaofeng wanted to do.

The wound on the death dart's neck was exposed to the sky and the earth. There are many masters with profound martial arts here. Although they don't use swords, they can distinguish the source of sword moves.

Taoist Mu said in astonishment: "This is..."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Not bad."

The wound on the death dart's neck was definitely not Ye Gucheng's sword technique, not only not, but someone recognized that it was Jiang Ruhua's sword technique.

Well, a thief shouted "Catch the thief!"

Mu Taoist, the elder of Wudang, is one of the five people who have truly reached the peak of martial arts in the world. Even the villains with the lowest morals are respectful in front of him. What he says is [-]% true. the truth.

Mu Daoren said: "The wound on the neck of the death dart is Jiang Ruhua's Xiaoxiao Xiaoyu Xiaoxiaoqing." No one would not believe it when he identified it.

The crowd was in an uproar, they never imagined that Jianhao's character was so low that he would not mention the people he killed, but would also plant them on others.

Jiang Ruhua's body lay on the ground, exposed to the wind.

The blood is cold.

Ye Gucheng didn't speak, as if these reversals had nothing to do with him at all, Jian servant walked out from behind him, and the two of them lifted two not-so-thin coffins.

Those who kill him will be responsible for restraining them.

The life-threatening dart was considered to be in the credit of Jiang Ruhua.

Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is a bit better than Mu Taoist's, and his eyes are also a bit better than him. Mu Taoist can see that the wound on his neck is Jiang Ruhua's famous skill, but he can see that it's not just Jiang Ruhua. Famous skill of painting.

The sword move is still the same sword move, but the person is not who they thought.

Someone imitated Jianhao's swordsmanship, and used it even more skillfully than him.

But Baiyun City Lord would not say, even though he had seen who imitated Jiang Ruhua.

Lang Yue, who was following behind, stepped forward, and everyone was shocked. They only saw this beautiful woman who was as beautiful as flowers and jade. It was only because the Lord Baiyun had a high sense of presence.

Lang Yue said: "City Lord."

The people who know Ye Gucheng best in the world are probably Lanfeng and Langyue. Although they can't figure out what the city lord is thinking, they can know what he is thinking.

Ye Gucheng's mood is not very good now.

He just shook his head and said, "Nothing."

He said that there was nothing to do, or that there was something that had nothing to do with others, even if he could see who imitated the sword move, could he still say it?

Palace Nine.

Thinking of this name, Ye Gucheng's eyes froze, and the cold air was overwhelming. The prince of Taiping came and went without a trace. If he didn't want to appear, no one could find him.

He made a mistake, he didn't know that Gong Jiu would be secretly disrupting the situation.

Jianxie Gongjiu, no matter how difficult the swordsmanship in the world is, he can only watch it once. Although Jiang Ruhua's character is inferior, Ye Gucheng has to admit that his swordsmanship is already excellent. There are only a handful of people with swords above him, and Gong Jiu is the only one who uses swords above him and deliberately imitates his sword moves.

City Lord Baiyun lowered his eyes and stood quietly beside the cold corpse. This scene is like a painting.

I'm afraid it's just a picture drawn by ghosts.

Taoist Mu sighed: "I always say that I am the first in chess, the second in drinking, and the second in sword making. This time, I'm afraid I have to move my position."

The person beside him asked in surprise, "What do you mean?"

Mu Daoren said: "Looking at it now, I'm afraid I'm number one in chess, second in drinking, and third in swordplay." He said leisurely, "The swordsmanship of the Lord Baiyun is above me."

Above Mu Taoist!In the whole world, Ximen Chuuxue is not the only one who can fight against Baiyun City Lord? !

After this battle, Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, became famous in the Central Plains martial arts.

It can be described as:

One sword to the west,

Immortals flying out of the sky.