My enemies became my companions

Chapter 429: Soul Lost in Yuanfeng Tower

"Come!"

Bean-sized raindrops fell from high above and shattered into pieces.

Two figures stood facing each other, like hideous afterimages cast by strange rocks in the gloomy sky.

It seemed that no one moved.

boom!
There was a loud noise of metal colliding on the street.

The rain curtain vibrated with the sound, creating ripples that dripped down between heaven and earth. The two men seemed to disappear from sight at the same time, and in an instant they were dozens of feet closer. The swords collided, shining so brightly that the whole street was chilled.

Liu Yang Zhai Gong said with a look of surprise:
"Master Huang has actually reached this level."

Fei Jianzi caught some clues, but only one move, and could not catch them all. He could not help but ask, "What do you mean by that?"

"I thought that after the sudden loss of his son, Master Huang's martial arts would not improve at all for many years, even if it didn't plummet," said Master Liuyang, with raindrops dripping from his eyebrows. "But after seeing you today, I can see that you are still as fresh as ever. You must be holding on!"

"Which breath?" Fei Jianzi asked.

"A breath of anger from a father avenging his son!"

As Liuyang Zhaigong spoke in a deep voice, a layer of rain and fog spread across the wide streets again.

I saw the long sword slashing through the rain curtain, the sword was three feet seven inches long, about one finger wide, and had a cold aura. Raindrops touched the sword and instantly slid off, showing that it could kill people without leaving any blood. The rosewood and silver scabbard swayed in the rain. It was Huang Jing's family heirloom sword "Wankong".

The blade was so cold, yet it passed almost close to Chen Yi's figure. The clothes around his waist were torn into a mess by the blade, and the pieces of satin flew everywhere like flying fire, and were knocked down by the rain.

This scene was extremely thrilling.

A strong wind was whistling and blowing against Chen Yi's cheeks. Before anyone could tell whether he looked surprised or relieved, they saw his figure flash and rush to Huang Jing's side like a gust of black wind.

Then he slashed with a knife.

The knife slashed across, a sharp thin line suddenly rose up, the edge was fierce and fierce, it was going to cut Huang Jing in half!

Huang Jing's face changed slightly, and he suddenly jumped sideways and dodged around the thin line. His steps were exquisite, and there was a hint of the roundness and wonderfulness of the Bagua Step. His figure was not very fast, but he still circled to the side of Chen Yi. With a flat slash of the Wankong Sword, he seemed to have cut a gourd in half.

Chen Yi twisted his body in an instant and took another step with the ultimate cloud-stepping skills. His figure flashed suddenly, and Huang Jing's face changed again. He had used up all his remaining strength and suddenly rolled backwards, crushing the rain.

Before the martial arts masters could see through the clues, they saw a dark figure slamming down from the sky!
boom!
The ground was cut by the knife, and the rain shattered on Chen Yi's shoulders. The blasting wind and waves made his clothes dance wildly in the rain.

Huang Jing retreated several steps, and in an instant he was ten feet away. While retreating, he used the back of his knife to catch the rain. With a swing of the knife, the raindrops flew away like needles.

Chen Yi moved swiftly and swiftly, the wind from his sword breaking through the raindrops flying in his face, and finally he stood still.

The rain curtain, which was messy due to the fight just now, was now pulled up again between the two of them.

The rain is as heavy as iron!

Liuyang Zhaigong's expression was sometimes solemn and sometimes relaxed, Fei Jianzi was concentrating, trying to comprehend the mysterious meaning of swords and knives, while Pili Xiongjun was wondering whether this knife would break his golden bell cover. As for the rest of the martial arts masters, they stared intently, constantly exclaiming in amazement, but apart from the fierce fight, they could not see anything else.

Huang Jingding stood still, looking at Chen Yi, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Good sword, good sword, only in his twenties or thirties, but only slightly inferior to my Huangmen Sword. Given time, it may become another Guyan Sword."

Chen Yi doesn't talk much and doesn't waste time.

Words are meaningless. No matter how eloquent your words are, they cannot shake even a drop of rain. Life and death depend on the sword. Then let the sword be your pen and draw a horizontal and vertical line.

Huang Jing raised the tip of his knife. The reason why he was willing to accept this sword fight was not only because he could not show weakness, but also because he had seen Chen Yi's kung fu before in Yuanfeng Tower. Knowing himself and the enemy, he had a way to break the enemy's plan.

For martial artists, the most taboo thing is to have their ways seen through. Therefore, when martial arts schools select disciples, they pay more attention to background than qualifications. People with unknown origins and shady backgrounds will never be accepted into the inner sect, for fear that their kung fu will be learned by others and their ways will be deciphered.

Huang Jing raised his voice and said:
"Your body movements are at the peak of the cloud-stepping skills, but they are not as good as Tang Ze's. You are a despicable official dog. It would be fine if you were a trader to the emperor, but you stole the skills of righteous men like us! The code of conduct in the martial arts world is to steal gold and break your hand! Do you know?"

"Stupid."

Chen Yi stood up again, first one step, then two steps, and broke through the rain curtain with the third step. Huang Jing had previously distanced himself and used raindrops as needles to sweep away his stepping on the cloud. Now, when Chen Yi took the third step, Huang Jing also stood up. His footwork was inherited from the Bagua School in northern Shaanxi. The wonderful principle was to stick to the enemy and fight. It was originally a supporting skill of Bagua Palm. However, practicing the sword first practiced the palm, which was extremely suitable for the Huangmen Sword created by the Huang family.

The Huang family was originally a branch of the Bagua Sect. The Bagua Step combined with the Huangmen Sword, a combination of hardness and softness, is perfect for this purpose.

In the rain, Huang Jing had already passed by Chen Yi. He knew that Chen Yi had not yet drawn his sword, so he kept the distance within a few inches and pressed forward with his long sword, not giving Chen Yi a chance to draw his sword.

chap!
Chen Yi touched the ground with one foot, and then raised his other foot from bottom to top, hitting Huang Jing's chin fiercely and fiercely!

Huang Jing's body flew up in an instant, crashing through countless raindrops. His breath was shaky, and he could only use his energy to steady his limbs. When he landed, he took several steps back on the slippery ground. The two separated again, leaving only muffled sounds in the rain.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his slightly embarrassed mouth and said hoarsely:

"And boxing skills?"

Chen Yi looked down at the ripples on the water as he stepped back.

Huang Jing's pupils shrank slightly as he realized that he was trying to break his Bagua Step by analogy. How could he give him the chance? He immediately took a step forward and rushed forward in a straight line.

However, when he rushed closer, he saw a smile on Chen Yi's face.

Huang Jing, who was wearing funeral clothes, felt a chill in his heart.

I've been tricked!
The sword on his back was unsheathed. Chen Yi held the sword in one hand and pierced through the rain. Wherever the sharp blade passed, it pierced the rain curtain into a huge hole.

The moment of death was right in front of him, Huang Jing did not retreat or dodge, his eyes bursting with anger. After losing his son, he had long since put life and death aside. At this moment, he stomped his foot on the ground, and his long sword passed by the sword edge!

stab.

Sparks flew in the rain.

Huang Jing tilted the sword to an angle, causing it to only penetrate his side. Blood splattered everywhere. He gathered his strength and roared, "Die!"

Not only is injury exchanged for death, but death is also exchanged for death.

The long sword flashed so brightly that the whole street was filled with a chill. Rain water splashed onto the sharp blade and shattered into pieces. The sword light poured out towards Chen Yi like a torrent of water!

Chen Yi let go of the hilt of the sword, stepped back, and even as the rain blasted in front of him, he remained expressionless.

One sword strike after another, layer upon layer, the sword light covered Chen Yi like a storm. The figure on the field could still be seen retreating step by step, as if there were as many steps as there were sword strikes.

There were scattered clothes and fluttering silk everywhere. The knife flashed across his arm, across his cheek, across his ankle… The cold seemed to penetrate into his bones, but he still walked lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, creating ripples under his body.

After retreating an unknown number of steps, Huang Jing's knife suddenly stopped. He suddenly lost all his strength. He looked down and saw blood spreading like water and the solidified long strips were his intestines.

Huang Jing's pupils widened as he stared at Chen Yi through the dense rain curtain. He seemed to want to draw his knife, but his feet were motionless and he could only stretch out his hand with difficulty, but the knife slipped and fell to the ground.

clang.

Huang Jing, dressed in funeral clothes, fell to the ground and died.

Chen Yi sheathed all his swords and knives. He said nothing and still stood in the rain.

One horizontally and one vertically!
Ask about right and wrong, ask about life and death.

Hua Hua Hua...

It was such a wonderful fight, but the only sound on the street was the falling rain, just like the Yuanfeng Building after the fire. Everyone was silent, with deep horror on their faces.

A dead silence.

At this moment, even if you are not an expert, anyone with eyes can see clearly.

Huang Jing fought to his death. At the critical moment of life and death, the blade was so fierce, like a continuous tide.

But in the end,
It just tore the clothes...

(End of this chapter)