From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 164: Turning the Hands to Make Clouds and Rain, Dimensionality Attack (Part )
Night, heavy rain
northern suburbs of Beijing
A black shadow as fast as lightning moved through the heavy rain.
The torrential rain that fell three inches away from his body was bounced away by an invisible force.

Suddenly, he shook his right hand, and the silver chain knife broke through the rain curtain and fell into the darkness.

Ding! !

The sound of metal clashing was drowned out by the heavy rain.

In the darkness, a figure emerged, slashing with a straight knife in his hand to block the chain knife that was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The cloth clothes of the man holding the knife were soaked by the heavy rain, but the heavy rain seemed to have no effect on him. He walked towards Mao Qiwu step by step. The footprints on the ground were so standard that they seemed to have been measured with a ruler.

The man looked at Mao Qiwu calmly, "For five days, you have been leading me to Kyoto. What is your purpose?!"

Mao Qiwu smiled but did not answer. He shook his right hand, and the chain knife flashed with silver light, shredding the rain curtain.

The knife chain on his wrist drew a silver arc in the rain, like a long snake coming to life, tearing open the curtain of heaven and earth.

"Ding!"

The straight knife cut off the chain blade's thrusts three times in a row. During the third strike, the man in plain clothes took a step back, but still maintained an absolutely precise slashing angle.

At this moment, the edge of his blade always maintained a subtle angle with the trajectory of the falling raindrops. Every drop of rain that fell on the blade was instantly shaken into fine mist. The blade followed the trajectory of the raindrops, and the straight blade accurately pierced into the gap between the chain links.

Mao Qiwu's eyes narrowed slightly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he pulled violently with his right hand. The silver chain broke straight, and his true energy flowed like a thread, blending into the rain and falling down.

Puff puff puff!
There were a series of light sounds, and the true energy mixed in the rain was like sharp blades, piercing through the cloth.

The plain-clothed man suddenly retracted the straight knife in his hand, and the blade fell along a certain trajectory. This knife cut off thirteen raindrops. He stepped on the puddle with his left foot, and used the recoil force to turn around and chop. The blade actually accurately cut the chain knife that Mao Qiwu was about to retract.

when! !

The chain knife was swung high into the air, and Mao Qiwu took advantage of the momentum to retract it. His body soared into the sky like a gray crane, and in a moment, he was submerged in the rain curtain.

The man in plain clothes turned his head to look at the place where Mao Qiwu disappeared. After a moment of hesitation, he stepped on the ground. With a bang, a shallow pit was dug out by him. His body moved like a cannonball and shot straight towards the direction where Mao Qiwu disappeared.

The existence of this person will affect my mission, I must kill him!

Western Suburbs Manqiu
It was originally a wasteland, but a month ago, the Eastern Palace bought the place and planted a bamboo forest.

Donggong acted in an imaginative way and suddenly bought a piece of land in Manqiu in the western suburbs, which naturally attracted the attention of some people. However, they found that Donggong did not seem to have any special purpose, but just wanted to build a manor on this land.

After an on-site inspection, craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry came up with a design plan: plant a bamboo forest where the manor was located, connecting it to the small river to the west. This would create a landscape that blended the mountains and the water, and naturally no one would notice it.

The Crown Prince, the Grand Master, wants to build a small manor for himself. Who dares to say no?

Today, the bamboo forest is almost complete, but there is still no sign of the manor.

Under the pouring rain, at the edge of the bamboo forest, Li Chengqian, dressed in a blue shirt and holding an oil-paper umbrella, was walking in the rain.

His other left hand hung down, constantly calculating something. After an unknown amount of time, he smiled with satisfaction, as if he had realized something. He turned his head and looked towards the west side of the bamboo forest. A black shadow broke through the rain curtain and came straight towards him.

"We're here!"

Li Chengqian looked at Mao Qiwu who appeared before him, and without waiting for him to salute, he pointed to the bamboo forest and said, "Come in and see my latest achievements."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Mao Qiwu said respectfully, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

His Highness asked me to attract the temple messenger. Does he really want to deal with it himself? If so, today I might be able to see His Highness's true heroics.

You know, after fighting with the temple messenger for five consecutive days, he could clearly feel that although he had been promoted to a master, it was still a short time after all. In terms of absolute strength, he was weaker than the other party. If it were not for his swift body movement and previous battles with Wu Zhu, he would have had some experience in dealing with messengers, maybe things would not be as smooth as they are now.

Out of curiosity, he and Li Chengqian walked into the forest.

"Stand up!"

After walking a few steps, Li Chengqian moved his feet and landed on a piece of bluestone. The bluestone was about ten feet in size, more than enough for two people to stand on. But why did they have to stand on it? He soon understood.

Just as the two men stood on the boulder, they heard a sharp whistling sound, and saw a burly figure tearing through the heavy rain and rushing towards them.

Temple Messenger!
Mao Qiwu's face changed, and he was about to attack with the chain knife in his hand, but was held back by Li Chengqian.

"look!"

Li Chengqian uttered a word lightly, and the next moment, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The bamboo forest disappeared, and the heavy rain disappeared. In a trance, the two of them appeared on a big river.

The river was surging like a raging storm, and where the two men stood, there was no huge rock, but a small boat.

thump! !

The temple messenger had not expected the sudden change. He rushed into the bamboo forest, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed. In horror, he had no way to change his strength, so he plunged into the river and was swept away by the huge waves.

"This, this, this...!"

Looking at this miraculous scene, Mao Qiwu was so shocked that he was speechless.

Even though he was a grandmaster and stood at the pinnacle of the human world, the current scene was still beyond his imagination.

boom! !

Suddenly, a loud bang exploded in the huge waves, and the temple messenger rushed out of the water, turning into a stream of light, with a solemn and serious expression, shooting directly at the two people on the boat.

Li Chengqian gently turned the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and in an instant, a huge wave rolled up, drowning the messenger the moment he rushed in front of him.

A gust of cold air suddenly hit. Mao Qiwu had long been immune to cold and heat, but he still felt a slight chill in the face of this gust of cold air.

"Your Highness, this...!"

Then, he stared at the scene in amazement again. The huge waves disappeared and froze at that moment.

Not only the huge waves, but also the entire river turned into solid ice at this moment.

In the blink of an eye, the entire world seemed to have turned into a world of ice and frost.

"Your Highness...!" Mao Qiwu felt his throat was dry and he held it in for a long time before he managed to utter three words.

“Isn’t it amazing?!”

Li Chengqian smiled and said, "It's actually no big deal. I've been planning this attack for a full half month!"

Half...half a month? !
Wow! !

The world rotated again, the big river disappeared, the huge waves disappeared, and the small boat disappeared.

The heavy rain fell again, but was blocked by the oil-paper umbrella.

An ice sculpture, emitting a hint of coldness, appeared in front of the two.

It was the temple messenger.

But at this moment, he seemed to have completely lost his vitality and was frozen on the spot, with the straight knife in his hand, still maintaining an offensive posture.

"Temple Messenger, I hope you won't let me down!!"

Li Chengqian looked at the ice sculpture, a faint smile flashing across his lips.

(End of this chapter)