Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 228: Cold Swordsman
The sky was blue and the water was clear, stretching as far as the eye could see. No one knew when the boat appeared in the distance. A very ordinary covered boat actually blocked the way of Ji Jie and others. Even Jin Xingzi and Ling Kongzi had never expected this.

There was a man standing at the bow, wearing a black robe, thin body, straight nose, hawk-like eyes, and a sharp face. He was no more than twenty years old, but his eyes were cold and silent, as if he had looked down on all emotions in the world.

This person holds a special sword in his hand, which is particularly conspicuous. The sword is nine feet long. The longest ordinary sword is only three feet. When the cultivation reaches a certain level, the sword can be controlled by Qi to extend the sword's light. As we all know, a sword that is too long will break easily, and the longer the sword is, the more difficult it is to control. Few people can use such a long sword, but the sword in this person's hand is not only long but also very thin.

Seeing this man's sword, some people have guessed his name. He is a swordsman who has emerged in the past two years, Zhulang. This man has strange sword skills and unfathomable strength. He has defeated dozens of masters in the world of cultivation in succession. Although those defeated masters are not from famous families, they have been famous for a long time and their cultivation is not weak. In a duel with him, they will be defeated within ten moves.

His swordsmanship is similar to that of the 'Drunken Sword God' Ping Qingjue. He does not cultivate qi, but only muscles and bones. Therefore, it cannot be measured by the realm of cultivation. Some people suspect that he is Ping Qingjue's disciple, but those who know the situation know that Ping Qingjue has never accepted any disciples.

He appeared here, he must be looking for someone to challenge, but I don't know why he blocked Ji Jie's way.

Ji Jie had also heard of this man. Seeing him blocking the way, he asked loudly, "Are you Brother Zhulang, who has become famous recently?"

Zhulang had no expression on his face and simply replied, "That's right."

Ji Jie asked: "Brother Zhu and I have no grudges against each other. I wonder why Brother Zhu wants to block my ship?"

"I was entrusted to defeat you."

When Ji Jie heard this, he turned his head and looked at Mr. Li's ship. He laughed coldly and said, "I didn't expect that a hero like Brother Zhu would also ally with the tyrannical Qin. It's really a pity."

Zhu Lang said: "It has nothing to do with them, stop talking nonsense and take action!"

Yang Yingjie laughed and said, "You are so arrogant. You think you are invincible just because you defeated a few mediocre people. Today, I will teach you a lesson." He was arrogant and couldn't stand other people's arrogance. Before he finished speaking, he flew away from the boat, leaped towards the waves like a flying wild goose, and chopped them off with his fan.

Zhulang did not draw his sword, but used the scabbard to block the iron fan with a "clang" sound.

Yang Yingjie immediately felt his arm go numb, and the iron fan almost slipped out of his hand. He quickly jumped up, and the iron fan shot out several black needles, which went straight to Zhulang's face.

Zhulang still didn't move, even his eyes didn't turn, the scabbard whirred and jingled, and all the black needles were blocked.

Before Yang Yingjie landed firmly, he saw a flash of black light, and the long scabbard, like a long snake, rolled towards him. Yang Yingjie waved his fan to block it, but with a crisp "clang" sound, the iron fan was pierced by the scabbard and hit Yang Yingjie's chest with a "bang".

Yang Yingjie spat out a mouthful of blood mist and his body flew backwards. If the iron fan had not blocked most of the force, the scabbard would have pierced his heart. Yang Yingjie staggered back onto the boat and could no longer be as carefree as before. It was obvious that he had suffered severe internal injuries and it would be difficult for him to recover in a short period of time.

Everyone in Xiandaoyuan was amazed at Zhulang's skills. He could pierce the iron fan before the sword even left his body. What a powerful force it was. This kid really lived up to his reputation.

Ji Jie rushed towards Zhu Lang the moment Yang Yingjie retreated. His swordsmanship was inherited from Zhishui, which was roughly from Huangshan. He was already a first-rate master in the art of swordsmanship. This sword, 'Streams Compete for Glory', seemed soft and graceful, but it concealed a sharp edge that was difficult to discern.

Seeing this move, Zhulang said coldly: "Huangshan's moves are nothing more than this." The sword was still not unsheathed, but the scabbard turned, and with a "bang", the true energy exploded, and the water on both sides immediately raised a ten-foot-high splash. The scabbard did not deviate from the target and hit the tip of Ji Jie's sword.

Ji Jie was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that Zhu Lang could easily see through his sword, and without taking a step back, he removed all the true energy from the sword. Ji Jie kept moving, and attacked Zhu Lang with his sword like dense rain. He couldn't be defeated here, to a young man. But no matter what moves he used, the long scabbard seemed to have eyes, blocking all the ways of the sword and isolating it more than ten feet away.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yu Sisi moved her lips, and "Qingchenghong" swarmed out from her sleeves and pounced on Zhulang who was standing still. Now no one doubted Zhulang's strength, but no one knew how he would deal with these thousands of poisonous insects that could penetrate every pore. You know, even immortals like Longquan and Jiang Yuan would have a headache with these poisonous insects. No matter how fast Zhulang's sword was, it was impossible for him to chop down so many insects unless he dived into the water.

In fact, Zhulang still did not move, nor did he look at the 'red cloud' that was rushing towards him. Suddenly, an egg-yolk figure flew out from the cabin behind him, with slender hands flying, emitting pink mist, and heading towards the 'red cloud'. The poisonous insects flew into the 'pink mist', and fell into the water with 'chichi squeaks'. In an instant, not a single one was left.

Seeing that the 'Qingchenghong' that she had cultivated with great effort in recent years was killed again, Yu Sisi's face changed color. She stared at the egg yolk figure with wide eyes and said fiercely: "I was looking for you but you dare to come and die, you bitch!"

The woman in yellow, with snow-white hair and stunning beauty, was none other than the 'femme fatale' Xun Qingrou who had disappeared for three years. Xun Qingrou's eyes were like knives as she said coldly, "Wait until your king dies, and then we'll see if you can still be so optimistic."

Yu Sisi glanced at Ji Jie who was fighting hard and sneered, "I didn't expect that you are old and still like to eat 'young grass'. You must have used a lot of dirty tricks to make him obey you. I just don't know when you will get tired of it and suck his essence and then kill him?" This sentence was obviously said to Zhulang.

Xun Qingrou said, "He is different from Yu Zhi, who would rather be drained of his essence than to pester me. Your words won't irritate him. He is only here to kill people."

Upon hearing this, Yu Sisi became furious. She jumped up, rushed towards Xun Qingrou, and said sternly: "I will peel off your skin and dig out your heart now." Her palms flew towards Xun Qingrou. Her bracelet had been knocked into the water, and now she could only use her palms. Her palms were also highly poisonous. If she was hit, it would be difficult to detoxify.

The aphrodisiac prepared by Xun Qingrou is world-famous, and her poison is no less powerful. The nail covers on her ten fingers are also highly poisonous, and it is difficult for others to detoxify her poison.

When the two women met, their beautiful figures fluttered in the air. Both were afraid of the other's poison, but also wanted to use their own poison to kill the other. They were evenly matched and inseparable.

The luxurious ship approached the moment Xun Qingrou appeared. Jin Xingzi and Ling Kongzi watched the battle on both sides. Ling Kongzi put his hand on the hilt of his sword, as if ready to strike at any time. The Xiandaoyuan ship followed on the side, paying more attention to the battle between Ji Jie and Zhu Lang. They did not expect Zhu Lang to have such strength. He was invincible before he even drew his sword.

Ji Jie became angrier and angrier as he fought, and shouted, "Don't you know how to use a sword?"

Zhu Lang said: "I wanted to draw my sword, but now there is no need. You are not worthy of me drawing my sword."

This remark greatly stimulated Ji Jie. He was despised by a young boy, how could he bear it? His long sword rang, and he used a desperate move. However, facing such a long scabbard, his desperate move could only fight against the scabbard, putting himself in danger and forcing him to retreat halfway.

Seeing that Ji Jie couldn't use any new moves, Zhu Lang said coldly: "If you cut off your right arm, I will let you go today."

If Ji Jie's right arm was broken, it would undoubtedly be the end of Ji Jie's life. Moreover, with his character and life experience, how could he surrender to others and live in the world? He shouted, "That depends on whether you have the ability to do it!" The sword flower flashed, and he held the scabbard against it. He rushed forward, grabbed the scabbard with his left hand, turned around and wrapped it around, and stabbed Zhu Lang's chest with the long sword in his right hand.

Zhulang's scabbard was entangled and lost its agility, while Ji Jie's sword stabbed out with all his strength and was extremely swift. If he hadn't dodged, he would have surely died. This shows that Ji Jie is indeed experienced in combat and extremely wise.

"Clang..." A silver light rolled up, Zhulang did not retreat a single step. Ji Jie suddenly stopped holding the scabbard. The sword light was still one foot away from Zhulang. A silver sword was already buzzing at the right side of his neck, and a strand of broken hair floated down.

Few people could see clearly how Zhulang's sword was unsheathed and how it was thrust out, because his sword was too fast.

Seeing Ji Jie being restrained, Yu Sisi forced Xun Qingrou away and shouted, "Spare his life!" But she did not dare to approach Ji Jie, fearing that Ji Jie would die if Zhulang made a move. Xun Qingrou shouted at Zhulang, "Kill him now!"

Zhulang's sword did not move, and he said in a deep voice: "I came here only to repay your life. If you kill him, we will be done with each other from now on. You must think it through."

Xun Qingrou glared at Jiang Yuan and Long Quan, then looked at Yu Sisi. After hesitating for a moment, she said coldly, "Kill him and let her know the pain of losing her husband!"

Before she finished her words, Yu Sisi slapped Xun Qingrou with her palm. Xun Qingrou dodged sideways and reached out to grab Yu Sisi's right shoulder. Unexpectedly, Yu Sisi did not dodge, but reached back to grab Xun Qingrou's wrist.

When Xun Qingrou realized that Yu Sisi was going to die with her, it was too late. Although the armor had grabbed Yu Sisi's right shoulder, it also left a bloody mark on her own wrist.

The two women flew away. Yu Sisi didn't even look at the wound on her shoulder. She giggled and said, "If you kill him, you won't survive!"

Ji Jie sighed, "Sisi, I'm going to die today, why do you have to risk your life again!"

Xun Qingrou didn't even look at her wrist, and giggled, "Do you think I care about my own life? If it wasn't for killing you and avenging Wuzhan, I would have jumped off the cliff with him. Since you want to die together, I'll grant your wish!" She turned to Zhulang with moist eyes and said, "Kill him!"

Zhu Lang looked at Ji Jie and said in a deep voice: "It seems that the only option is to kill you!"

"You can't kill him!" A voice came from the luxury ship, and then Mr. Li walked out. He had a well-proportioned figure and wore white clothes as white as snow, spotless. Although he was wearing a golden mask, he still exuded a captivating temperament.

Zhulang said: "I don't obey your orders?"

Mr. Li said, "Oh, how can I make you obey my orders?"

"Only one who is stronger than the sword in my hand."

Mr. Li stood with his hands behind his back and said, "It seems that you came here to challenge someone, but I wonder who you are going to challenge next?"

Zhulang glanced at the people in Xiandao Academy and said in a deep voice: "I will challenge them all!"

Mr. Li asked, "What do you want?"

Zhu Lang said decisively: "Become the best swordsman in the world!"

"People with ideals deserve respect, but with your current sword intent, it is difficult to surpass the 'Drunken Sword God'. Although your sword is fast, it is not firm enough. Although your sword is long, it is difficult to focus. If you meet a sword master, you will definitely lose."

Upon hearing this, Zhulang looked at Mr. Li with cold eyes and said slowly: "It seems that I have no choice but to challenge you first!"

Xun Qingrou's face lost all color, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Zhulang, stop listening to his nonsense and take action!" The poison had seeped into her meridians, and it was obvious that she couldn't hold out for too long.

Mr. Li said to Xun Qingrou, "Wu Zhan is dead, what's the point of you avenging him?"

Xun Qingrou said: "How can a heartless person like you understand what hatred is!"

"But I know it's not worth losing your life for revenge. If you live, you will see the end of many things."

Xun Qingrou had tears in her eyes and giggled, "Killing them today would be the best outcome. One life in exchange for two lives is already worth it."

Mr. Li shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you today, because I promised them that I would let them go." He turned to Zhulang and said, "If you want to save her life, you shouldn't let her risk her life. Even if you kill him, you still owe him a life."

Zhu Lang said, "Yes, this life doesn't count. I should save her first!" He turned to Yu Sisi and said, "Give her the antidote and I will let him go."

Xun Qingrou fainted upon hearing this and fell into the water. Lingkongzi flew up and brought Xun Qingrou to Mr. Li's side for treatment. Mr. Li did not look at Xun Qingrou, but said to Yu Sisi, who was still hesitating and pale, "Do you have any other choice?"

Yu Sisi bit the pill and threw the antidote to Mr. Li. Mr. Li took the pill, sniffed it slightly, handed it to Jin Xingzi, and gave it to Xun Qingrou.

"Clang..." The long sword was sheathed, and Zhulang really let Ji Jie go.

Seeing that Zhulang had let Ji Jie go, Yu Sisi could no longer hold on. Her body softened and she was about to fall onto the boat. Ji Jie flew back onto the boat, supported Yu Sisi, and said with tears in his eyes, "Why did you have to do such a stupid thing!"

Yu Sisi smiled faintly and said, "As long as you are alive, I am willing to do as many stupid things for you as possible."

Ji Jie shouted at Mr. Li: "If you give her the antidote, I promise you that I will never set foot on Qin soil again!" This was his greatest sacrifice and his greatest surrender.

Mr. Li took over several bottles of medicine that Jin Xingzi took out of Xun Qingrou's brocade bag, sniffed them one by one, selected a pill, threw it to Ji Jie, and said calmly: "I said, if I let you three go today, I will keep my promise. You don't need to promise me. I am not afraid of you setting foot on the land of my Great Qin. If we meet again next time, you will not be so lucky. I will never let you go again!" The answer was crisp, direct, arrogant, and even contemptuous.

When Xun Qingrou woke up, Ji Jie's boat had already left. Xun Qingrou glared at Mr. Li and asked, "Why did you let them go?"

Mr. Li did not answer, but just looked at Xun Qingrou quietly. Xun Qingrou stared into Mr. Li's eyes and seemed to have thought of something, so she stopped talking.

After a long time, there seemed to be a smile on Xun Qingrou's face, as if she had returned to an unknown night, with the same eyes, only he in the world had such eyes. She slowly stood up, wanted to take a step forward, but took three steps back. She didn't know why she took a step back, maybe it was love. Only she knew it best. Nothing else mattered anymore.

She turned around, stood up gracefully, leaving two drops of hot tears and said, "I am fortunate enough to smell the fragrance of lotus tears, why should I complain about my delicate figure being stuck in the muddy mud." The beautiful figure gradually disappeared on the water under the setting sun, like a poem or a painting.

A breeze blew by, his clothes fluttered, Zhulang held the long sword, and when Mr. Li looked away, he said in a deep voice: "Go ahead, I want to see if you can only talk!"

(End of this chapter)