final catastrophe

Chapter 133 85. Mingling in the City (Please recommend, please collect)
"What, that shameless man is here?"

"Warriors pay attention to will, but they can't control themselves, and they are addicted to beauty. I don't think he is just like that."

"Maybe it's a rumor, and it's a waste of fame!"

Suddenly, the sound of trampling footsteps came from the streets and alleyways.

The man in the brocade costume was leaning with his sword in his arms, behind him was a noisy restaurant, and there were customers in the building, who were looking down.

This man is a rising star of the Sword School, and his understanding of the hidden thunder style is astounding, but in just three years, he has already surpassed most of the people in this school, and is ranked among the top few.

"Young Master Qingshuang" is the nickname given to him by people in the Jianghu, and Mu Yibai is his name, probably because his sword is like purple lightning, and his face is often frosty, making people dare not approach him.

But no matter what he has done, or will do, or what fame he will achieve, he knows he is not number one.

The way of martial arts is like sailing against the current. If you don’t advance, you will retreat. If you don’t fight for the first place in your heart, you may not even be ranked in the thousandth place. Therefore, no matter the genius or the elite, they all have the heart of "Wu Wu No. [-]" in their hearts.

No matter what he achieved, no matter what glory he won, he was not happy.

Because he has that guy on his head.

He was born out of nowhere, covering the sky, so that all the peers of this generation can only look up and exist under his shadow.

And here he is.

Mu Yibai felt his sword beating in his arms, if he didn't move out the sword, he would be burnt to death by his own burning blood.

Therefore, Mr. Qingshuang stood on the street, clasped his fists respectfully, and saluted again: "You are here."

He is very polite, because respecting the opponent is respecting himself.

Even though the man was dressed like a common tramp on the street, his knife didn't even have a sheath and was stained with rust, and the wine gourd on his back was full of cracks, like a cobweb, and full of scars in his heart.

However, no matter how ragged his clothes are, no matter how rotten his weapons are, Mu Yibai will not despise him.

If there are 100, 1000 homeless people in this world, he will be the brightest among them.

so eye-catching!

Coarse clothes and shoes do not hide their peerless pride and heroism!
Xia Ji glanced at him, and said in a vicissitudes of life: "I'm not here for you."

Mu Yibai said: "But I'm already here."

After all, he stood in the middle of the street, on the path that the man must pass, as if telling him that if he did not defeat him, this path would have come to an end.

But Xia Ji was still walking slowly, as if he was dragging his feet, as if there were invisible shackles on his feet and body.

He didn't stop.

Mu Yibai shouted: "Sword Yimen, Zang Leiliu, Mu Yibai, please enlighten Master Xia!"

He was still talking about Master Xia, not the shameless one, because perhaps in his heart, no matter what mistakes this man committed, he was worthy of the title of "Master".

Xia Ji didn't stop, he didn't want to teach.

Mu Yibai sternly said: "Please bring out the saber!"

Xia Ji stopped in his tracks, looked at the sky quietly, and sighed.

Everyone couldn't help but follow his gaze, where his gaze was not in the whirlpool of clouds, but a floating cloud that stopped at the end.

Leisurely and pure.

But he had stopped after all.

Mu Yibai didn't hold back his hands anymore, he made a move, which is also the most difficult to learn in Zang Lei Liu, and the most difficult to connect to the "urgent Yin style".

Sealing silence is based on the arc of the moon, while hiding thunder is based on urgent yin.

If you want to be a genius, you must choose something that others dare not choose!
Mu Yibai's aura was completely restrained, but like that unknowable thunder in the shadows, the long sword was slightly slanted to the ground, low and humble.

"Cut out the knife" his voice was like a mountain rain.

And the next moment, the building was full of strong winds, thunder and lightning struck the sky, although he was not a sword master, but in terms of sword intent, he was already outstanding, almost a rival among his peers!

His sword is like purple lightning, and his body is a white shadow, carrying the frost that tears the air, pointing directly at the opponent.

Xia Ji finally came back to his senses, he took a step forward, and his hand was also on the handle of the knife.

Only at this step, the sword is already in front of him.

His hands are like afterimages, obviously very fast, but it gives people a gentle and slow feeling.

Then he held the hand of the knife handle, sank slightly, and flicked it lightly again.

It's like juggling.

Master Qingshuang's sure-killing sword has been broken, his sword was thrown out by the hilt, the sword is gone, and the victory is naturally divided.

Mu Yibai stared blankly at the palm of his hand, but it was empty. Only then did he understand the horror of the man in front of him, but he still kept his hand because he hadn't suffered any harm.
He couldn't help asking: "Why?"

The voice of vicissitudes was silent for a moment, and then came: "I, don't hurt my comrades."

Fellow?

Who is his comrade?

He is no longer a person in the righteous way, but a depraved, shameless villain who was deceived by beauty.

But Xia Ji didn't say any more, he walked away slowly at the pace he used, and the wind was calm, as if there was no fight at all just now.

This attitude.
Even as an opponent, "Master Qingshuang" Mu Yibai was already deeply impressed.

Xia Ji walked all the way, and in the streets and alleys, on the bridge in the building, there were young heroes who were dissatisfied in their hearts, or they saw that he would not hurt others, but mixed in, and people in the world who wanted to fight to become famous came to fight one after another.

Manpower is sometimes exhausted, maybe the next moment, he has no strength, and the internal force cannot be penetrated, then he can become the one who defeated this legend and become famous in the world.

This is not fair.

However, it seems that they are all acquiesced, and no one comes to ask.

He came here because of the little demon girl Xiangxue who was about to be executed.

He shouldn't have come here.

A person who shouldn't be here, no matter how unreasonably he is treated, cannot argue.

Therefore, Xia Ji did not argue.

Like a hidden reef in the turbulent current, he silently drew out his knife, he only used the handle of the knife, and even if he had no choice but to use the blade, he never hurt anyone.

Because the knife is a rusty knife and has no edge at all. Since it has no edge, how can it hurt people?
He strolled on the streets of Xiangyang, like the most dazzling bright light, and the young heroes and heroes of the rivers and lakes who rushed to him from time to time were just moths that rushed to the flame.

However, the fire is too warm, too warm to hurt the moth.

It is confusing, why would someone be so gentle?
Even though, he was already on the other side.

Xia Ji finally stopped walking, standing on a street that can be seen everywhere, the street is so crowded, full of people everywhere.

He put away the knife and slung it on his waist, as if he was not ready to pull it out.

However, in front of him stood another challenging swordsman.

I'm so annoying.

time to break through
Xia Ji thought in his heart.

Then, he actually closed his eyes, closed them in front of the enemy, and then slowly raised his head.

The swordsman was a little puzzled, could he be so lucky, is he tired?

tired?

Do not!
The light between heaven and earth suddenly exploded in an extremely terrifying posture, and rushed into this ordinary street, this ancient Xiangyang, brutally and violently.

And the long knives and long swords all over the city began to make low noises, beating uncomfortably in the hands and waists of the people.

It seems to be worshiping.

in fear.

The god who is about to be born.

(End of this chapter)