Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 84 Ice Mist
Fortunately, I'm not a shameful gangster.

Even Bao Datong was nicknamed "Invincible with an Iron Fist". People in the world only mentioned him casually and paid tribute to him, so don't take it too seriously.

It’s good if the phantom sword and divine sword are not harsh.

Lu Gui went down the mountain, and Zhao Rong was thinking about Anren Pier on the mountain peak again.

The bandits on Shajiao Island have been basically wiped out and can't cause any trouble. If they are targeting the Wulin people who attacked at night,
The remaining forces of the Songshan Sect, the Demon Sect.

Both are most likely.

Another seven or eight days passed, and Zhao Rong had special feelings about practicing the Phantom Sword Style.

If you fight someone on the top of the Tianzhu, the power of the phantom sword will be even greater. The mist and mist here are just in line with the essence of swordsmanship.

"such a pity"

Zhao Rong stood on the edge of the cliff with his sword in his back, staring at Yunlan, the peaks in the distance, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Greedy, too greedy."

"There is a picture of the open sky and everything in the world is so dense. How can it be possible that everything is in line with Hengshan's swordsmanship?"

He was thinking long and hard, and suddenly he heard a rumble and thunder.

Zhao Rong raised his head and felt the slight ripples of rain hitting his face, making him feel chilly. He was about to return to the cave to avoid getting his clothes and shoes wet.

Lightning flashed across the wall in an instant, and the water in the sword hole in front of Zhao Rong emitted a ray of light like a mirror, making the drizzle in front of him look like mist.

suddenly,

Zhao Rongli stood stunned for a moment.

The palm of the hand touches the sword from the sword grid, the sword surface to the sword edge, and the rain from the sword body turns into water in the palm.

The power of ice condenses water into ice.

The inner energy suddenly burst out, and the ice instantly steamed in the palm of his hand.

Continuous cold ice mist floats up like a veil on a morning lake. Zhao Rong draws his sword and shuttles back and forth. The ice mist and clouds are flying, and the shadow of the phantom sword appears in the ice mist, which makes it appear vast and ethereal!
"Whoosh~!"

Suddenly, the ice fog fell.

A flying goose pierced the rain and skimmed the clouds, bringing out a sword shadow.

He ended with the Returning Wind and Luoyan Sword.

If Sima Jinglei climbed up from under the mud, he would be confused about how many swords Zhao Rong fired.

Although it is a three-level sword with one move and three swords, Zhao Rong has sword light hidden in the fog, and he really folds the profound scenes in the essence of swordsmanship everywhere.

"wonderful!"

Zhao Rongyu laughed loudly, "Ice energy can still be used like this!"

He was excited.

There is an illusion that the lion's roar skill gives you a big trumpet.

In this way, the magic sword can increase its power by two points.

"If the power of the ice is stronger, and the ice mist that is stimulated is turned into ice again under the power of the frost, it will be like a small mirror that has been shattered." Zhao Rong clenched his palms, and a thought emerged in his heart. More thoughts on fantasy swords.

……

Because of a sudden thought, Zhao Rong stayed at the top of Tianzhu Peak for a few more days.

During this period, Lu Gui brought another news:

"Three Jianghu people were also killed at the West Pier in Hengyang City. They were all involved in the night attack this time, and the other party's attack was more precise."

"Did you see who did it?"

"Everyone from the Beggar Gang and the Red Wolf Gang saw it, but it was night when the incident happened, so we couldn't see the person's face clearly. The person who took action moved very quickly and was a master. He ran eastward along the embankment, and the move from the dock I didn’t dare to chase him.”

"..."

The sixth day after the Luosu Wharf murder case.

Lu Gui didn't go up the mountain that morning, and it was Bao Butian who came to deliver food.

Before Bao Butian could shout, he saw a figure in green jumping down from the ancient vine.

Zhao Rong's hair was in a messy bun, tied up randomly with only a wooden hairpin. A few strands of hair were fluttering in the wind beside his ears, and his tender face showed a bit of vicissitudes of life, or the air of dust.

But when Bao Butian met Zhao Rong's eyes, he unconsciously moved his eyes away.

I felt that there seemed to be something indescribably sharp in the eyes of the young man in front of me.

Zhao Rong had frown lines on his eyebrows and asked in a hurried voice: "Where is Lu Gui?"

"Brother Gui was slightly injured," Bao Butian said shortly. "He went to the pier to inquire about information. He encountered a fight between Liu Sanye's men and a group of men in black. Before leaving, he rescued a few pier helpers and took care of himself. My feet are sprained."

Zhao Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, nothing serious happened.

During this period, the master's lineage became famous, and Master Liu's disciples also wanted to show off their skills.

A few days ago, I heard from Lu Gui that Mi Weiyi and others were doing something to punish evildoers. Zhao Rong thought it was a good thing. It was a good thing and it brought honor to the Hengshan Sect. "Tell him to have a good rest. You don't have to come tomorrow."

"By the way, my Marco is at the inn?"

"Yes," Bao Butian looked surprised: "Brother Rong is going down the mountain. Is he a master of swordsmanship?"

"How can swordsmanship be perfected so quickly? It will take twenty years," Zhao Rong smiled and returned to the cave.

It is still useful to practice Qing on the Five Gods Peak.

His body skills have also improved a lot compared to before.

If there was no follow-up to the night attack on Shajiao Island, Zhao Rong wouldn't mind staying a few more days.

If we hit Hengyang Pier now, there might be a bigger commotion.

He organized his thoughts.

I didn't practice swordsmanship that day. I only practiced meditation and adjusted my energy and energy to the peak state.

The next day, it was nearly time.

Under the sun, clouds and mist cover the peaks, as if they are wearing white silk hats. Looking through the green pine branches to see the clear sky and red sun, it is like a round and bright copper pin hanging on the treetops.

Among the strange rocks and crags, the rising sun from the Far East rises to the sky, and the brocade screen becomes more golden and green.

It’s a beautiful sight going down the mountain today,
Zhao Rong stepped on the golden light all the way to the top and reached the mountainside, but did not encounter the "third heaven" on the way up the mountain.

The rain does not come in this mountain, and the clothes and shoes are light and wet, just because of the morning dew.

He was light on his feet and descended the mountain very quickly.

I planned to go to the inn to rest for a while, but before I reached the foot of the mountain, my soothing spirit suddenly became tense.

……

"Kill~!"

A cry of death, so urgent and harsh!
The closer we got to the inn, the louder the sounds of fighting became.

There have been many businessmen passing through Hengyang recently. This post station is the closest to Hengyang City. People who are rushing here are relaxed and most likely want to take a rest and feed some fodder to the animals pulling goods and carts.

The chaos at the station at this moment is far from comparable to the old man grabbing medicine that day.

Zhao Rong saw it from a distance.

There were about thirty bandits with swords in their hands standing in front of a dozen horses, fighting with the escorts and bodyguards of the merchants. The horses were not disturbed by the commotion, and they were obviously used to it.

The horses on the caravan side were swaying left and right, neighing in a panic, and not obeying the command at all.

This resulted in some merchants who wanted to escape being forced to stay and join forces to fight against the bandits.

People who are not bound by goods would have become like birds and beasts long ago.

"are you crazy?!"

A local businessman from Hengzhou Prefecture stood behind the crowd and shouted, "You are the Dajiang Horse Caravan from Pingxiang, Yuanzhou Prefecture! Don't hide your head and show your tail, I know your horses!"

"It's them!"

"Is the leader of the Black Tu Gang crazy?"

"If you don't do good business, how dare you start banditry in the streets of Hengyang!"

Someone else said: "Not really~!"

"How can the caravan have so many masters who kill without blinking an eye!"

There were many corpses at the post station, and the post officials in the station had long been scared away.

An escort from Yuanzhou raised his knife and kept backing up, "Dear friends, I am from the Daqing Escort Bureau from Yuanzhou Prefecture. Our family's moves have always been very bright. We have never Offended local friends.”

A strong man walked out from among the robbers. He opened his coat and exposed his belly. He exuded a ferocious aura and said, "Keep the money, women, and horses, and leave everyone else."

The escort's knife trembled slightly.

This strong man with a sword roared and unleashed a lot of internal energy, which was far beyond the comparison of ordinary warriors.

Some people ignored the burly man and looked at the tall man on horseback.

Although he was covered with a cloth, the only person of such high rank in the Dajiang Caravan was the gang leader "Hei Tu", so someone told their origins.

"Heitu Gang Leader!"

"Be a good person and leave yourself a way out. Do you really want to become a bandit?"

The 'master' on horseback was wrapped in a large robe, and others could not see his body trembling slightly.

Just listen to the cold voice coming from his mouth:
"Kill~!"

After the two sides briefly stopped to communicate, following this voice, they started fighting together again.

……

(End of this chapter)