Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 23 Xuanyin's Revenge
Evening clouds hung low, and within and beyond the huge peaks, the sound of pine trees wept like waves. Linghu Shenyi stood alone in front of the bluestone steps, his palm stroking the half-broken Jinghuan Xiao.

"Fan is desolate, alas."

Suddenly, the copper bells on the eaves rang mournfully, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and a roar from outside the giant sword caused the wind and clouds to stir.

"Linghu Shenyi, hand over Fan Qiliang and Qingsha, otherwise Jufengli will no longer exist!"

Thunder roared in the heavens, and a massive drum several feet high crashed down with the force of wind and thunder, shaking the earth veins for a hundred miles. Dragon scale patterns appeared on the drum's edge, as the Pi Drum Master, piloting the Heaven-shaking Drum, descended beyond Jufengli. A white-robed figure stood atop the drum, his eyes bloodshot, a heart burning with endless hatred. A hoarse roar echoed with the drum's reverberation, snapping the surrounding bamboos in half.

He Changling...what a sin...

Hearing the roar, Linghu Shenyi sighed helplessly. After settling Feng Ma down, he took the half bone flute and flashed to the outside of Jufengli in a few breaths. Looking at the figure stepping on the giant drum, he felt familiar yet unfamiliar. There was only complexity in his heart and bitterness in his mouth.

The drum master looked down at Linghu Shenyi, his eyes locked onto the damaged Jinghuan Xiao in Linghu Shenyi's hand for a moment. He shouted coldly, "As expected, Linghu Shenyi, hand him over, otherwise, the sound of the drum will be destroyed by Jufengli!"

"He Changling..." Linghu Shenyi looked at the drummer not far away. The man in white was still in front of him, but he was no longer the San Xuanyin who was famous in the martial arts world in the past.

"The sea has become boiling water, why bother looking for He Changling? Linghu Shenyi opened his eyes and looked carefully. The person standing in front of you is just the drummer, not He Changling!" The drummer laughed crazily.

"I know." Linghu Shenyi closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them again, the sadness on his face had faded. "Fan Qiliang was indeed brought back to Jufeng, but she is no longer here. There will no longer be a Fan Qiliang in this world. Why not end your grudge with her here?"

"That's it?" The drummer repeated these four words with a bloodthirsty and mocking smile on his face, followed by unbridled laughter.

"How can we stop so casually, Linghu Shenyi!" With an angry voice and the sound of a drum, he stamped his feet, startling the Thunder Dragon. The drumbeat was mingled with purple lightning, and Linghu Shenyi transformed his staff into a sword. The sword's power and energy instantly shone with a cold light like moonlight. The two energies collided, lifting the ground within a ten-zhang radius. Linghu Shenyi retreated dozens of steps, his blood and energy surging.

Amidst the dust, the drum master's eyes were bloodshot. "This blow is just a warning, the last one. Hand over Fan Qiliang and Qingsha!"

"Fan Qiliang is no longer here." Linghu Shenyi sighed, "She, like you, traded with the pawnshop and is no longer alive."

The drummer was startled when he heard this, then said coldly, "Her deal, huh, must be the same as mine. Tell me, where is she?!"

"She didn't trade any martial arts foundation artifacts." Linghu Shenyi shook his head. "She pawned them to save people."

save people?

"Save him?" The drummer laughed loudly upon hearing this. "Linghu Shenyi, do you think the drummer is so easy to bully? She, a vicious woman with a heart of a snake and a scorpion, actually chose to save someone!"

"This is not false. This item is her legacy. I was planning to use it to build a cenotaph for her. Moreover, with the power of a pawnshop, you can also go to the pawnshop to verify this matter yourself." Linghu Shenyi said, "Master Pi Gu, the dead are gone. Let go of the hatred."

"No, that's impossible!" The drummer immediately denied it. "How could she be dead? The drummer hasn't killed her yet, hasn't peeled off her skin yet, how could she be dead?"

"How can I die! Ah!"

Hearing this, the blood feud was broken. The drummer was unwilling to believe that the hatred he had been holding on to for his entire life was broken off just like that, and his mind immediately went crazy. "Pawnshop, there is a pawnshop, where are you, come out!"

Before he finished speaking, a demonic wind suddenly arose, and a blade formed by the gathering of evil energy slashed down straight towards the leather drum master. The leather drum master sensed something and urged the power of the black drum again. The dragon roar of the drum was like waves, and the invisible drum sound collided with the demonic energy and turned into a blade. The extreme collision caused the ground to crack three feet. Linghu Shenyi was also forced to retreat again under the power of this attack.

After blocking the knife, the drummer was burning with hatred and had already locked onto the person who came!
"Hmm? A murder of passion? Very good. Even if Fan Qiliang died, there's still you. You deserve to die! You deserve to be killed!"

"Leather Drummer, I let you get away with it last time. This time, you've come to me on your own. I'll send you to the pawnshop for this murder of passion. Don't worry, I won't spare anyone who harms the goddess. Today, you will undoubtedly die!"

When he used his evil power again, Qingsha's right hand was covered by evil energy, and his whole right hand turned into an evil knife. The next moment, Qingsha's body turned into a stream of light, waving the evil knife and slashing at the face of the drum master.

“Hahahaha, even if Fan Qiliang dies, you can’t escape! The drummer will not let go of any enemy!”

"This is what I want to say, spare your life but not your feelings, save your life but hurt your feelings!"

The drum sounds urged again, the thunderous drum sounds stirred in all directions, the evil power of love and killing was in his body, he turned the evil into a human, and cut through the fields with his sword. The sword energy and the mysterious sound kept colliding in the life-and-death battle between the two. The residual power of layer after layer of air waves made the battlefield completely different from its previous appearance. In order to protect Ju Fengli, Linghu Shenyi also pushed his power to the limit to block the tremendous power released by the two in the fight.

"Disperse the star shower!"

The body flew into the air, and the drum master displayed his unique skills again, but saw the drum of the Thunder Dragon flying into the air. The drum master struck the drum several times in succession, and the mysterious sound of the drum continued, destroying the eight wildernesses.

Not willing to be outdone, he absorbed all his evil energy and pushed his sword to its limit, severing it with a single blow of the most sinister and evil blade, "Reverse Blade Flow, Evil Edge Cuts Off!"

The ultimate moves collided again, the sound of drums and the light of swords collided with each other, and even the sky could clearly see the blood-red crack. Both of them saw blood, one was unwilling to retreat a hundred steps, and the evil sword in his hand was vaguely broken; the other fell to the ground and sank three-quarters, and the luster of the Thunder Dragon Drum in his hand also dimmed a little.

However, one has no love but only hatred, while the other is filled with resentment. Driven by their own extreme emotions, the traders have no intention of giving up. Today, only one person can survive, or both of them will be buried together!
Blood was spilled all over the yellow sand, and the fight to the death was endless. Even though they saw the pile of bones, the two had no intention of stopping.

Just when the swords and drums were about to start a new round of life-and-death duel, a graceful figure in water blue came riding a flying crane, and regardless of the terrifying power detonated by the fight between the two, she forced her way into the battle!

"Qin Juexian, you're looking for death!"

"Goddess, no!"

One was filled with resentment and hatred, and kept pressing forward with his moves; the other saw the goddess in his heart entering the battle, and his sword-swinging movements slowed down by a second.

A momentary encounter, an instantary collision, and outside the huge edge, there was only a brief silence.

Then, there was a heart-wrenching cry—

"Goddess!"

(End of this chapter)