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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 549: Dian Cang

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    Chapter 549 Dian Cang

    Xiao Yuesheng slowly floated up, turned in the air, changed from lying on his head to standing on his head and feet, standing in the void looking at these boats, his eyes flashed, and he frowned.

    He has seen clearly that these are small boats filled with people. They are all holding weapons and going away in a menacing manner. Good people will not come, and those who come will be bad.

    He showed a smile, stood in the void with his hands behind his hands, and looked at the people in the distance lightly.

    The breeze blew his clothes, sometimes floating, sometimes falling, relaxing and rising.

    "Dangdangdangdang" Someone rang the copper bell, and the sound of the bell floated along the lake like ripples, everywhere.

    Xiao Yuesheng's figure flashed, disappeared in the air, and reappeared on the top of a mountain in Yanziwu, standing on the treetops to watch.

    The bell rang and Yanziwu started to move.

    Dozens of people in white rushed out, silently and extremely fast, spreading like a tide to the long trestle, filling it up in an instant.

    The trestle is a covered bridge that extends from Yanziwu to the lake. If a ship comes and wants to board Yanziwu, there is no other way but to go to the trestle.

    They all wore moon-white silk shirts and carried green-edged swords. They were either in groups of three, forming a triangle, or in groups of five, forming a circle. They stood staggered on the trestle, which looked a bit scattered at first glance.

    They moved quickly, and in a blink of an eye they were standing still, with their swords across their chests, and a dozen small boats were already fifty feet away.

    ¡°Bang!¡± ¡°Bang!¡± ¡°Bang!¡±¡­

    The awnings of the boats exploded, revealing people crowded together. There were more than a dozen people crammed into each boat, with different clothes and weapons, including swords, knives, sticks, and guns.

    They crowded together and stared coldly at Murong's disciples on the trestle, their eyes fierce, like hungry wolves, which made people feel chilly.

    The disciples of Murong remained motionless and looked at them. Their eyes were calm and fearless. They just watched them approaching and seemed not to notice them.

    When footsteps sounded, they looked back, their faces suddenly became solemn, they all clasped their fists and shouted: "Master!"

    Wang Yuyan came slowly, her white clothes fluttering, as if she would ride the wind to the sky at any time, her hair was flying, shining with black luster, the wind on the lake was very strong.

    She walked through the crowd lightly, with a graceful gait. Every step she took seemed to be stepping on and held up by lotus flowers, without any smell of fireworks. She was followed by four ministers around her, like stars over the moon.

    Standing at the front of the trestle, holding on to the railing and looking at the approaching boats.

    "Brother Bao San, just ask them why they came." She turned around and said.

    Everyone's spirit was shocked, her voice seemed to be a clear spring, and she poured into her heart.

    "Yes, the head of the family." Bao BuTong, wearing a blue tunic, looked like a rich man and shouted: "Hey, what are you guys doing?!"

    It was like a thunder exploded in the clear sky, resounding throughout Taihu Lake.

    The boats were already thirty feet away and ignored his shouts. They all stared at Wang Yuyan with eyes like hungry wolves, showing greedy lust.

    Wang Yu¡¯s dark eyebrows frowned slightly.

    Gong Yeqian clasped his fists and said with a sullen face: "Master, there are a total of fifteen boats with a total of 210 people. They seem to be well cultivated!"

    Wang Yuyan nodded slightly, her bright eyes like water, casting her eyes towards the boat in the distance.

    A dozen small boats suddenly slowed down and slowly stopped ten feet away, forming a semicircle surrounding the trestle.

    "Where is Murong Fu?!" A long shout rang out, and an old man stood on a small boat in the center. His face was like a full moon, his features were handsome, his ge-cloth was fluttering, his beard and eyebrows were all white, and he had a sword on his waist, and he had an immortal aura.  .

    Deng Baichuan frowned and said in a deep voice: "Who are you, your Excellency? What advice can you give me when you come to Yanziwu?"

    "I want to talk to Murong Fu. If you can't decide, get out of the way!" The old man said calmly, looking at Deng Baichuan sideways with a stern expression.

    Deng Baichuan sneered and said: "Your Excellency wants to see the former head of the family, so I'm sorry to have to obey. My head is here, just say whatever you want!"

    ¡°Isn¡¯t your master Murong Fu?!¡± The old man frowned.

    Deng Baichuan glanced at him lightly and said: "The head of the family has changed. We have already posted a message to our fellow martial artists. It seems that you didn't see it!"

    There was a hint of mockery in his eyes. Anyone with some identity should have received the post from the Murong family and knew what happened.

    Wang Yuyan suddenly said: "This senior should know, that's why he came."

    Her voice was clear, cold, and extremely peaceful, as if it was not mixed with joy, anger, sorrow, or joy.

    ? ???It turns out that he took advantage of the opportunity!  "Deng Baichuan suddenly nodded, his expression became even more disdainful, and he said calmly: "Although we are disdainful, we are not afraid of the villain who will add insult to injury!  "

    "Haha, you guys made the wrong calculation!" Bao BuTong laughed happily.

    "Murong Fu is no longer here!" The old man was startled, and suddenly he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "God has eyes! The sky has eyes, haha"

    Deng Baichuan said coldly: "You have the courage to come here, but don't you have the courage to use your name?!"

    The old man stopped laughing and said coldly: "I ordered Cang Cai Shaoyin!"

    "Dian Cang Cai Shaoyin?" Deng Baichuan frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "So it's you. What grudge do you have against my young master?"

    Cai Shaoyin's eyes were red and he shouted loudly: "My nephew was harmed by that thief Murong Fu, I'm here to take revenge!"

    Deng Baichuan was startled and turned to look at Wang Yuyan.

    Wang Yuyan¡¯s voice was indifferent and she said slowly: ¡°My cousin passed away, you came a step too late!¡±

    "The sky has eyes, Murong Fu, this thief, will die well!" Cai Shaoyin laughed loudly, then stopped laughing, his eyes were cold: "But this account is not over yet!"

    "What do you want?" Wang Yuyan frowned lightly.

    Cai Shaoyin gritted his teeth and sneered: "Father's debt must be paid by his son! If Murong Fu dies, I will look for you and kill you to avenge my nephew!"

    "Cai, you are a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking. You came here by taking advantage of the circumstances. You want to bully our Yanziwu and steal the Murong family's martial arts secrets while the master is gone, right?!" Gongye said coldly.

    Cai Shaoyin sneered: "Whatever you say! I will destroy your Murong family today!"

    After saying that, he waved his hand vigorously: "Come on, fight into Yanziwu!"

    ¡°Kill¡ª¡ª!¡± More than a dozen small boats shouted at the same time, and they started fiercely, shooting towards the trestle like an arrow from a string, arriving in the blink of an eye.

    " Two feet away, people on the boat jumped up one after another, brandishing their swords, and dived towards the trestle.

    "Master, please step back!" Deng Baichuan turned around and said.

    Wang Yuyan shook her head: "Brother Deng, I won't retreat, be careful!"

    Bao BuTong laughed loudly: "You can't kill a chicken with a big knife. Don't bother the owner of these clowns. Let's take care of them!"

    Wang Yuyan waved her hand gently: "Brother Bao San, you don't need to say any more, just accept the challenge."

    Seeing her like this, Deng Baichuan and the four of them looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly. Wang Yuyan was becoming more and more powerful. In front of her, they could not even think of resisting.

    "Boss Deng, we are going to kill a lot today!" Bao BuTong laughed, drew out his long sword, threw himself out, and stood in front of Wang Yuyan.

    He was very skilled in swordsmanship. When the cold light flashed, a man was hit by the sword and fell from the air into the lake. It was like a wild goose breaking its wings and landing in the lake with a "bang" sound.

    Deng Baichuan also drew his weapon and shouted in a deep voice: "Kill! No one will be spared!"

    "Kill¡ª¡ª!" Murong's disciples who were originally motionless started to move and kept spinning. The sword formations in groups of three and five began to move.

    From a distance, the sword light was spinning, as if it had turned into a gear. Anyone who came into contact with it would be crushed into pieces. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people had fallen.

    Bao BuTong occasionally glanced back and laughed happily.

    Wang Yuyan was surrounded by four people, and no one could break through. There were shouts, screams, and the clanking of gold and iron around her.

    She stood there quietly, her beautiful face calm and her eyes indifferent, looking at the fighting around her as if it had nothing to do with her.

    In the blink of an eye, more than 20 of the more than 100 intruders had fallen. The trestle was crowded with people, swords and swords were flashing, and people kept falling into the lake.

    Wang Yuyan seemed to be motionless, but her mind was shrouded in the surroundings. Fortunately, so far, Murong's disciples had the absolute upper hand. Only two were slightly injured, nothing serious, and no one fell into the lake.

    In front of her, Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian were dealing with Cai Shaoyin.

    Cai Shaoyin's swordsmanship was fantastic and unpredictable, and the sword light was vertical and horizontal. Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian were able to withstand it, but fell behind.

    " Bao BuTong and Feng BoEye were fighting against each other, but it was a middle-aged man with a face as heavy as a jujube. He held a long sword wide open and closed, and it was as powerful as a cooked copper stick.
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