Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 329: Beat the Thirty-Six Thieves Progress Added One
He Songling pressed Lin Zifeng's head and fanned him for a full fifteen minutes.

Zhang Dong tried desperately to rescue him, but he was trapped in place by He Songling's Qi and could not move at all. With his teeth clenched and blood filling his pupils, he could only doggy-paddling on the spot.

As for the tea drinkers around, they had seen many vendettas these days, and even the army shooting people with hundreds of guns in the street, so they had long been numb. Seeing this kind of dispute, they just tacitly took their food and left the teahouse, then watched the show with their tea cups in hand.

He Songling didn't stop until Lin Zifeng's white hair was fanned into a bird's nest.

"It's just enough to satisfy you."

He Songling clapped his hands with satisfaction, and the invisible Qi threw Lin Zifeng out and hit Zhang Dong, dissolving the Qi field. The two of them rolled out of the door like rolling gourds.

"Mr. He, what do you mean by this?"

He Songling beat him vigorously, but it didn't cause much damage. It could be said that it was not harmful enough, but extremely insulting.

Although he was not slapped directly in the face, a master disciple of Liuyun Sword was slapped on the back of the head for more than ten minutes in public. If this matter were to spread, Lin Zifeng and even Liuyun Sword would be greatly embarrassed.

As a Kayanju sect, it is obvious that they value face more than life.

The two of them left the house, but the matter could not end there. Especially Zhang Dong, as a senior, he had the obligation to protect his junior outside; as a fan, he found that the legendary He Songling was completely different from what he thought.

As we all know, the downfall of an idol will give rise to a large number of black fans, and the combat effectiveness of fans turning black is often much stronger than that of pure black fans.

Zhang Dong decided in his heart that from that moment on, he would be He Songling’s number one hater.

"Chichi!"

Two sounds of cloth tearing were heard, and the sword wrapped in it revealed a cold light.

The sword jumped from behind and fell into the hands of two people. The two men of Liuyun Sword held the shining swords, one on the left and one on the right, and slowly approached He Songling.

"What do you mean?" He Songling was amused by the two men's fearful expressions. "Is it fun to beat you two? I'll beat you if I want. Look at his appearance, with a head full of white hair, like Zhang Lingyu. If I don't beat you too, you should just accept it."

"He Songling, you are going too far!"

After all, they are a civilized sect, unlike those hooligans in Longhu Mountain, who don't use any dirty words when cursing. Unfortunately, the lethality of cursing has dropped sharply. He Songling really wants Zhang Jingqing and Zhang Zhiwei to see what they are doing. This is a civilized society, not the Zhengyi underworld.

"Today you must give an explanation for humiliating my junior brother. Otherwise, we will fight you to the death. I want you to know that the Liuyun Sword cannot be insulted lightly!"

Zhang Dong was holding his sword, his eyes red, ready to pounce and chop He Songling at any time. Lin Zifeng was obviously not very experienced, and because he had just been beaten, he was a little flustered. But he was worthy of being one of the thirty-six thieves, and a dark white sword light extended from his sword.

"Yoho, playing with swords."

He Songling was delighted to see their swords. He had learned a lot of swordsmanship but had no place to display it, so he happened to meet the disciples of these two sword schools and had a fight with them.

"Boom blah blah..."

Without saying a word, he exerted his Qi and the colorful special effects Wolverine claws spread out from his fingers again, leaving the two sword sect disciples stunned.

"Master, senior brother, am I seeing things right? He, that is a sword, sword energy?" Lin Zifeng asked in a low voice with trembling lips.

"Ah, I can't come."

Zhang Dong was also confused.

He joined the Liuyun Sword School when he was young and has been learning sword for more than 20 years now. However, he has never seen such exaggerated sword energy effects, nor has he ever seen so many sword techniques being combined in one person's hand.

It's outrageous. It's really outrageous.

Rather than talking about the colorful sword energy, Zhang Dong would rather hear He Songling say that he took down the neon lights and held them in his hands.

Unfortunately, there was no such good thing. These two people had learned swordsmanship for more than ten or twenty years, and they were very familiar with sword energy. This was clearly real sword energy.

But now that things have come to this, they have revealed their sword fight and they can no longer back down.

Sword cultivators must not return once they have gone out, and would rather break than bend. If they go out, blood will be shed, and returning empty-handed is unlucky.

He Songling, what's wrong with He Songling? In a sword fight, who does our Liuyun Sword Sect fear?

The two men looked at each other, and the tacit understanding they had gained from practicing and studying together for a long time suddenly erupted, and all of a sudden, both swords stabbed out at the same time.

With two "swish" sounds, the sword light soared.

Zhang Dong's sword was as swift as a gust of wind, while Lin Zifeng's sword was like smoke and fog, like the clouds and mist in the mountains, making it unpredictable.

One fast and one slow, one left and one right, they stabbed He Songling in the ribs at the same time.

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade pierced into his flesh, but He Songling sat there without moving.

"Ah this..."

This was completely beyond their expectations. The Liuyun Sword Master brothers thought of countless possibilities. After all, there is no false reputation. He Songling's strength far exceeds theirs. This is a foregone conclusion. The only uncertainty is how He Songling will respond to the two swords of the two of them.

Should he dodge and counterattack, or should he use force to roll back his sword energy?
No matter what, they had fought, and losing was another matter, but they couldn't be afraid to fight. If they didn't even dare to fight, their swordsmanship would be broken, and they might never make any progress in this life.

However, they did not expect that the ending would be that He Songling just sat there, motionless, and let them stab him with two swords.

"when!"

The sword blades penetrated so deeply into the flesh that the two swords even pierced through He Songling's entire body. Inside his body, the two swords actually collided with each other, making a sound of metal.

"you you……"

"Why don't you hide?"

Zhang Dong and Lin Zifeng broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads.

Killing He Songling? They can't afford this crime!

"You two are the ones who want to kill me?" He Songling laughed while holding a teacup. "I still need to dodge your swords. Have you forgotten what I practice in the Trinity School?"

Before he finished speaking, He Songling saw a repeating special effect color on his left and right hands, which changed to the grayish-white cold light of their Liuyun sword energy. Looking closely, there seemed to be smoke flowing in the extended sword energy.

"Liuyun Sword Qi!?"

The two men blurted out words in disbelief, and then saw the sword energy continue to grow wildly, and it was about to pierce into the hearts of the two men in an instant.

The two men felt as if time had slowed down at this moment. No matter how they tried, they could not move their bodies. They could only watch as the sword energy spread over them.

"what!"

"Tom!"

There was a muffled sound after the scream, and the two men flew backwards and fell out of the tea shed again.

(End of this chapter)