Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 733 You Can't Imagine My Backhand

In a small T-shaped courtyard not far from the kitchen, a man in black walked towards the half-open door with two swords in his hands. Song Nianqing, the leader of the Dongyue Sword Pool, carried fourteen swords with him. He was even more perverted, holding two cold long swords in his hands and a circle of swords behind him, a total of thirty-four swords, so densely packed that if he walked on the street in the daytime, people would most likely mistake him for a sword seller.

Of course he wasn't. How could he, the master of Shenjian Cave and a swordsman of the Profound Realm, sell swords? Now, he had the same idea as Wang Mingyin, who just wanted to fight quickly. The difference was that Wang Mingyin had a famous saying of a great scholar: "If you can't understand it, you will feel itchy all over your body." He wanted to return to Jing'an Palace as soon as possible to watch the sword master Song Nianqing fight Lin Qing. Back then, he was lucky enough to witness the battle between Song Nianqing and Wang Xianzhi, and that's when he decided to embark on the path of a swordsman.

Mi Fengjie was getting closer and closer to the door, and in a trance he heard a voice full of evil humor.

"You know what? The waiter at the inn has a dog named Dahei. It's very fierce, especially when it's eating. If you get a little closer, it will whimper and its teeth will all turn out of its lips. How come you're not fierce at all? This is not right. The waiter said that the purpose of raising a dog is to have it guard the house. If you're fierce to strangers, can you be a little fiercer in the future? But you're not allowed to bite me. I'm afraid of the pain."

"..."

"Sister Green Ant said not to talk while eating and not to talk while sleeping. Okay, okay, I won't disturb you while you eat."

"..."

"Why don't you eat it? This is..."

"Lin Xiao! Did you steal my beef jerky to feed her again?"

"Sister Zhao, I'm so cute, how can you call me stealing? You can't let Sister Cucumber starve you, so let her starve with you. What if next time when your cousin gets off the bus, she doesn't have the strength, doesn't kneel well or flat enough, and falls over? Then you won't just starve for one meal, but at least three meals. I'm doing this for your own good."

Didn't they hear the noise from Prince Jing'an's mansion? How could they be so careless? Instead of putting everyone on alert, could they at least close the door?
Mi Fengjie felt very embarrassed. He raised his sword in his right hand and was about to attack, but he was stimulated by the murderous aura coming from behind. He quickly turned around and looked sideways. He saw a black shadow standing on the roof of the inn opposite the courtyard. The moonlight pierced through the clouds bit by bit, illuminating the black wings wrapped around the body. The bird's head was slightly raised, and its hooked beak was tilted to the right. One of the bird's eyes was facing him. He could feel a strong sense of contempt.

The sword was raised upwards and a stream of sword energy gushed out. The eagle remained indifferent and allowed the sword energy to hit its wings, only causing its feathers to tremble slightly. The tiles on the roof were very considerate and broke into several pieces.

Mi Fengjie's face became quite solemn. He held two swords in his hands and two more swords were floating in the air behind him. One sword was stabbing at the eagle's claws that were grabbing the roof, one on the left and one on the right. The eagle flapped one of its wings and the strong wind blew the two swords away. One sword stabbed back at the sword owner and the other sword shot at the roof of the Wu Zi Hao courtyard.

Mi Fengjie swung the sword with both hands, deflecting the long sword that reflected his own. Looking back, he found that the other sword that seemed to have missed the target did not pierce the tiles on the roof of the courtyard. It was accompanied by a hissing sound and a columnar shadow. Looking closely, he found that it was a colorful python several feet long. It kept shaking its terrifying triangular snake head, trying to shake off the long sword that had pierced its skin. After many unsuccessful attempts, it lifted its tail, wrapped around the hilt and pulled it out. Then it pulled out the long sword and swung it to the side and rear, colliding with the shadow rising from the rear of the Wu Zihao Courtyard. Ding, the long sword bounced back. Mi Fengjie took the sword in his hand and took a closer look. He saw five deep notches on the blade.

The leaping shadow revealed its true appearance, which looked like a dog but was not. The hand that knocked the long sword away slapped forward and held down the triangular head of the colorful python as thick as a bowl. The python's tail twisted, hooked the python's feet and rolled up, wrapping around one of its front legs and tightening continuously.

Mi Fengjie was shocked to find that the big dog that looked like Qilin was holding a smaller colorful python in its mouth. The python swung its tail and wrapped around the dog's neck and tightened it. There was a slight sound from the back. The third colorful python went over the roof ridge, its body shrank, and its tail touched the gray tile and shot out like an arrow, biting the Qilin on the back. The tail then wrapped around the dog's belly.

From the depth of the long sword piercing the first colorful python's flesh, it can be inferred that the colorful python's defense is close to that of a human first-grade Vajra Realm master, which is equivalent to three Vajra Realm masters attacking a Qilin together. Mi Fengjie felt that if it were him, he would definitely drink a pot of wine.

A red light lit up, followed by the second, third, and fourth points. These red dots were connected into a line and spread out in the area not covered by the colorful python. The big dog's muscles hardened quickly and turned into scales. The terrifying heat surged out, and the flames suddenly rose, covering the whole body. The colorful pythons wrapped around its front legs and belly screamed in pain and fell one after another with fire. The colorful pythons held in the mouth of the big dog broke into two pieces and rolled down along the tiles. It was still a scarlet big dog just now, but now it was bathed in fire, covered with scales, and had a majestic horn. It had become a unicorn. The fire unicorn clawed down and stabbed the colorful python in front of it, which was burning with a burst of meaty fragrance, and smashed it towards the houses not far away, causing a burly black shadow. Its flaming hind feet stepped on the head of the second colorful python, and with a strong kick, it shattered several green tiles and pounced on the black shadow of unknown origin.

Mi Fengjie had no time to care about the battle between Qilin and the unknown guy. He was in a hurry to dodge the feathers shot by the eagle. The two swords danced together, making crisp sounds, while moving horizontally to the right. Unexpectedly, with the breeze, five feathers as hard as swords turned in the air and shot again. Human Zhixuan masters can control swords. As a spiritual animal, it is normal for the eagle to be covered with feathers comparable to the Buddhist Vajra. Now it is used as a flying sword?
He was mentally prepared that the Fire Kirin could breathe fire, and that the Big Eagle was a master of celestial phenomena with wind attributes. But no one had told him that the Vajra Realm and celestial wind power could be combined in this way to simulate the sword-wielding technique of the Mystical Swordsman.

A giant eagle appeared and fought fiercely with Mi Fengjie; a fire unicorn chased after the black shadow that attacked the python; in the No. 1 compound where Xu Fengnian lived, on the roof of the room of Yu Youwei, a dancer from Western Chu, Cao Changqing, who was wearing a grey Confucian robe, glanced at Li Yufu, a Wudang disciple who was sitting cross-legged under a persimmon tree with his knees flat on his back and a talisman sword; he tiptoed slightly and shot towards the Jing'an Palace.

Jiang Ni asked him to protect Xu Fengnian, which sounded ridiculous, but he couldn't refuse. In addition to the princess's order, there were two secondary motives. First, Li Chungang took Jiang Ni to the Wu family sword tomb in order to let her grow up as soon as possible, so he had the obligation to take on the escort mission and let Li Chungang and Jiang Ni go north with peace of mind. Second, Yu Youwei was hiding in Xu Fengnian's convoy. He had a small friendship with Yu Youwei's father back then, so he should take care of her. Now the eagle and the fire unicorn were entangled by the people of Prince Jing'an, and Song Nianqing was fighting Lin Qing to the death in the plum garden. He finally couldn't help it and decided to go to Prince Jing'an's mansion to adapt to the situation.

As Cao Changqing left Yuelai Inn, Zhao Kai, a student from Shangyin Academy with a green cloak on his shoulders, whose real identity was the illegitimate son of Emperor Liyang, walked out of the dark alley between Courtyard A and Courtyard D, where moonlight could not penetrate, followed by four soldiers equipped with dark red armor.

Something was wrong tonight. According to his and Zhao Xun's plan, if the Fire Kirin and the Great Eagle did not appear in the palace, they must be the maids who were arranged to protect Lin Qing near the Yuelai Inn. His and the master of the Shenjian Cave, Mi Fengjie, were tasked with holding back the Fire Kirin and the Great Eagle. Now Mi Fengjie was facing the Great Eagle. Who was the guy who was chased by the Fire Kirin all over the city? The Vajra Realm Colorful Python. As far as he knew, the seventh demon of the Northern Mang, Jin Xiulang, raised three Vajra Realm Colorful Pythons. Could it be that this guy was the one who attacked the Fire Kirin? If he didn't want to be a servant of the Tuoba family of the Northern Mang, why did he run away from Yanglai?
Zhao Kai recalled how Jin Xiulang was good at controlling wild beasts, and how he was severely injured by Qilin Zhenren when he tried to sneak Qilin into Daode Sect. The corners of his mouth twitched. Could it be that he was addicted to stealing Qilin again and did his old job? But no matter what, it was a good thing to have more helpers to hold back the Fire Qilin.

"go."

He pointed to the A-shaped courtyard where Xu Fengnian lived, and Shui Jia and Jin Jia, who was carrying the Juque sword, rushed out of the dark alley, jumped in front of the door, and each stepped on two blue bricks to break into the front yard. He pointed to the D-shaped courtyard where Huanggua and others were, and the two talisman generals Hong Jia strode forward and broke through the door.

……

Plum Garden of Prince Jing'an's Palace.

Six swords floated in the air, three up and three down, each with a green rainbow stabbing down. The already shaky two-story building collapsed with a loud bang, dust rose up, and sword light flashed. A man walked out, and a strong wind scattered the yellow earth. He held a broken sword in his hand. With every step he took, an illusion was generated. The illusions used various moves to fight with the floating sword. He took six steps to the edge of the plum garden. There were a total of six shadows fighting six swords.

This scene looked extremely strange to Song Nianqing. Lin Qing was walking in the air with the broken sword of Su Wang in his hand. His real body did not move, but just walked forward. Then a phantom behind him attacked to resist his sword formation.

The old man in plain clothes on the Yin-Yang Jujube Tree had sweat on his brow. On the one hand, maintaining the six-sword combination sword formation consumed a lot of internal energy. On the other hand, he didn't want to admit it but had to admit that Lin Qing's sword skills were probably better than his, reaching the realm of a land immortal. He had only had a similar feeling in the battle with Wang Xianzhi decades ago.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Chu Pingsheng seemed not to have heard it. He stepped on his toes and moved his body horizontally three feet to stand on the small ridge covered with saddle-shaped green tiles at the Baoping Gate of Meiyuan. He looked at the golden soft sword in Wang Mingyin's hand falling quickly, and did not help his groom. He said lightly: "Wang Mingyin, I advise you not to do this."

The words were spoken calmly, with some hindsight.

(End of this chapter)