Heavens Unlimited Play

Chapter 165 The amount of rain is not as good as my eyes

It was raining heavily, and even though it was daytime, the sky and the earth were dark, just like this turbid world.

"Run! He's coming after you."

"The good man spares his life, the good man spares his life, I will never dare again."

Amidst the pouring rain, a group of people were fighting crazily.

Or, a black-clothed swordsman is unilaterally chasing and killing seven or eight other strong men.

The black-clothed swordsman was tall, with tough facial features, and he exuded a ferocious aura, which made people feel cold.

"Don't be afraid of him, he is only one person, we can fight back... ah!" Before the strong man could finish his sentence, the black-clothed swordsman pierced his chest with a sword, and blood spilled all over the ground.

Although this black-clothed swordsman is alone, his swordsmanship is quite brilliant, full of acrimony and cruelty, the sword is unforgiving, and often a single thrust of the sword can end a life, simply and neatly.

In an instant, only one of these big men was killed.

In the end, the man's legs went limp from fright, his face turned pale, he knelt down on the ground and performed the French military salute, begging: "Master, please forgive me, please, please forgive me."

"Forgive your mother, you can also grab the uncle's baggage." The black-robed swordsman swung his long sword, and the big man's head was thrown into the air, and the bright red blood fell like rain, but it was quickly washed away by the rain. clean.

After killing all the robbers, the black-robed swordsman took off his burden from a robber's corpse, and quickly walked into the nearby grass pavilion to avoid the rain.

"Damn it, Yan Chixia, who is so stupid, ran around for nothing, causing me to follow me around. This time, I will definitely take away the title of the world's number one swordsman." Xiahou swordsman wiped a handful of rainwater from his face. , cursing, took out a bun from his bosom and gnawed on it.

"The road of life, sweet dreams are like long roads. The wind and frost in the dream, the wind and frost hit the face dry. In the world of mortals, how many directions does the dream have." At this moment, there was a faint singing voice.

However, the rain was too loud, and Xiahou swordsman couldn't hear it clearly. Following the sound of the song, he could see a figure walking towards the grass pavilion, dressed as a scholar, presumably to avoid the rain.

Xiahou swordsman didn't care, and continued to gnaw on the steamed stuffed bun. When the footsteps approached, he raised his head and glanced at the scholar inadvertently.

Just this glance made him startled.

Oh shit.

So handsome, this scholar is simply unbelievably handsome.

For a moment, swordsman Xiahou's thoughts went back to a rainy night many years ago.

At that time, his swordsmanship was still immature, and he was still very young.

He has a childhood sweetheart.

He grew up with his childhood sweetheart, and he regards each other as his wife, and the other party also regards him as his husband, with deep feelings.

At least...he thought so.

Originally everything was going to fall into place, but one rainy night, his childhood sweetheart found him and wanted to break up with him.After some time, she will marry a wealthy gentleman.

The heart-piercing rain, the Xiahou swordsman cried humblely, and the young horse and bamboo horse walked very simply.

That day, after he got home, he opened his long-ago notes and wrote down this sentence.

"I waved to her, turned around and walked into the rain... only to realize that the amount of rain is not as much as I can see."

A few days later, Xiahou swordsman saw a welcoming procession from a distance.

The line is very long, and the dowry is very rich. If you want to hold such a wedding, you will have to spend at least several hundred taels of silver.

From that day on, Xiahou swordsman understood two truths.

The first truth is: the rich will eventually get married, and the poor will witness it with their own eyes.

The second reason is: women will let themselves down, but the sword will not.

So from now on, he has left his hometown, devoted himself to the sword, and hoped to become the number one swordsman in the world.

And at the moment when he saw the scholar, Xiahou swordsman couldn't help thinking: "If I look like this, will she still abandon me?"

There are some things that money cannot buy, such as such a face that pleases women.

But he changed his mind and thought again: "Damn, if I want to look like this, will I still want her?"

Thousands of thoughts turned into a long sigh.

Xiahou swordsman looked at the scholar again unwillingly, trying to find the slightest flaw on his face.

But when he looked at the scholar carefully this time, he couldn't help but stare like a certain Russian "friend".

At this time, the torrential rain became more and more violent, as if a hole had been poked out in the sky.

Ordinary people stand in the heavy rain, and their whole body will be drenched in a short time.

But the scholar's whole body was extremely dry and spotless, as if the clouds were hanging down from the nine heavens.

Every step the scholar took, the water on the ground parted naturally to the two sides.And the rainwater from the sky, about three feet away from him, split to both sides, as if there was an invisible paper umbrella propped on top of his head.

"This is... is this true energy coming out? The three-foot wall of energy??" Xiahou swordsman stared at the scholar, full of disbelief and astonishment.

He once read an ancient book, from which he learned that if one cultivated one's inner strength to a certain level, one would be able to release one's internal energy outward, condense the energy into a wall, and make it difficult for swords to penetrate, comparable to the magic of immortals.

But with the growth of martial arts attainments, Xiahou swordsman gradually doubted this statement.

His kung fu is close to the best in the world, there are very few masters who can fight against him, it's a pity that none of them have touched the door of the three-foot wall of air.

Can martial arts really reach this level?

But today, he saw a three-foot wall of air on a scholar, the shocking feeling is self-evident.

"No." Xiahou swordsman frowned slightly, and soon became suspicious again.

According to ancient records, the three-foot wall of energy consumes a lot of energy, even the ancient masters will only use it when fighting.

But this scholar used a three-foot air wall to shelter from the rain, and he opened the air wall all the way.

Could it be that his inner strength is endless?
Impossible, even if he cultivated from the mother's womb, he still doesn't have such a thick zhenqi.

Could it be that like Yan Chixia, he is also a cultivator?Is this actually an air wall where spells condense?
Just as Xiahou swordsman's thoughts turned, Xia Wuji had already walked into the grass pavilion, and said with a smile: "Excuse me."

Then he stood at the other end of the grass pavilion, trying to distance himself from the black-clothed swordsman.

It's not because there are corpses everywhere in front of the grass pavilion, but the black-clothed swordsman has been staring at him, his expression is unpredictable, sometimes surprised, sometimes nostalgic, sometimes envious... It changes from time to time.

Xia Wuji knows that his appearance can easily make the same sex jealous.

But he has strong martial arts and is not afraid of being targeted by others.

But I can't stand some men's evil minds. It's fine to target him, but I still want to target him.

The swordsman Xiahou thought for a moment, and decided to test the opponent's depth first.He took a step forward and said, "This..."

"No, no need, Zhaba." Xia Wuji immediately refused Sanlian.

Swordsman Xiahou: "..."

(End of this chapter)