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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Dragon Chapter 628: Instant Kill

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    Chapter 628 Instant Kill

    There was a soft sound like a pebble thrown into a deep well.

    The old man sneered: "I didn't expect that a kid like you could actually master the art of the sword. Old thief, could he be your new best friend?!"

    Master Jingwei shook her head and Heshi proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Luo Jing, after so many years, you still haven't changed."

    The old man said: "I haven't changed, but you have changed a lot. You really look like a monk!"

    Master Jingwei sighed and said in a low voice: "I have become a monk and cut off the secular ties. Why do you have to be persistent and suffer from everything in the past?"

    The old man sneered: "Bai Lu, you are still so detached, forgetting as soon as you say it, I can't do that!"

    Master Jingwei whispered: "You can't look back on the past, even if I can't forgive you!"

    "I dare not take this seriously!" The old man waved his hand with a sneer on his face: "If it hadn't been for your sword, I wouldn't have been able to cut off the relationship and put my love on the sword. Speaking of which, I would like to thank you even more!"

    Master Jingwei shook her head, sighed, and said no more.

    Xiao Yuesheng held the bowl, took a sip from time to time, and looked at the two of them quietly.

    The old man's gaze was like a thunderbolt, and he glared over coldly: "Boy, what are you meddling in the matter between me and Bai Lu! Don't think that if you have mastered the Intention Sword, I will take advantage of you!"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled: "Senior, let's talk a little bit, I'm here to ask for something!"

    ¡°Tell me about it!¡± the old man hummed.

    "The grievances between senior and master are unknown to outsiders, and I don't want to get involvedbut we must not hurt innocent people!" Xiao Yuesheng said.

    The old man glared: "I can do whatever I want, and do whatever I want. Why are you meddling in other people's business?!"

    Xiao Yuesheng touched his nose and smiled.

    He picked up the big bowl, took a sip, and slowly put it down: "Senior, my martial arts skills are outstanding and rare in the world, but he is looking for trouble for innocent people. I really can't stand it."

    "Do you want to see rough roads?" The old man snorted disdainfully.

    Xiao Yuesheng took another sip of wine and nodded slowly: "The road is uneven, and people will step on it. For the sake of the world, I can only offend my seniors!"

    ¡°It¡¯s really a toad eating the sky, what a loud tone!¡± The old man laughed.

    Xiao Yuesheng also smiled: "How about we learn from each other?"

    "I don't have that spare time! Waiter! Waiter! Where did he die?!" The old man shouted angrily, the restaurant shook, and the wine jar buzzed.

    "Come on, come on!" A waiter hurriedly ran over and looked at him carefully.

    The old man waved his hand: "Two kilograms of beef, two kilograms of old wine, serve it quickly!"

    "It'll be ready soon!" The waiter ran away quickly.

    Soon, a large plate of beef and a large jar of wine were served. The old man opened the mud with his palm and poured it directly into his mouth. The aroma of wine overflowed. His throat seemed to be straight, and he could only gurgling as he kept pouring it into his stomach.  .

    "Good wine¡ª¡ª!" The wine jar fell heavily on the table, and he laughed loudly: "Boy, come on, don't think I'm afraid of you!"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled, knowing that he had something to rely on.

    The old man pointed to Feng Jingjing: "Boy, are they your friends?"

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Not bad."

    "Okay, let's do it to them!" The old man laughed and pushed out a palm.

    Feng Jingjing frowned and glared at the old man. Seeing him push his palm away, she laughed and didn't think it was strange. Suddenly her face changed drastically and she flew up.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, poured wine with his middle finger, and flicked his fingers three times.

    "Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three times, three drops of crystal water exploded and dispersed into mist.

    Feng Jingjing and the other two people were safe and sound. They looked at it and found it puzzling.

    The old man laughed loudly: "You really care about them,Boy, women are a disaster, especially beautiful women, they are even more of a disaster. It's better to get rid of them. It's a blessing!"

    Xiao Yuesheng frowned. Master Jingwei drew his sword and stabbed him. The sword's light was like lightning and came to him in an instant.

    "Haha, Bai Lu, you are no match, why bother asking for trouble?!" The old man smiled and patted the sword gently.

    Master Jingwei floated around behind him, bit her lip and swung her sword. The light of the sword fell like snowflakes, covering him in numerous waves, and the cold air overflowed.

    He holds a big golden sword, sits firmly in the chair, smiles at the corners of his mouth, and makes a light palm with his left and right palms. He can always hit the sword's spine and swing it away.

    Master Jingwei bit her red lip, and the sword force changed, but she saw the light of the sword was like water, hanging upside down like a waterfall, hanging straight down towards him.

    The old man laughed? He stood up and drew his sword. When he sat down, the chair made a "click" sound and broke into several pieces, scattered on the floor.

    He waved a sword light and faced Master Jingwei. The sword lights clashed, and a muffled "bang bang" sound was heard. It was not like the sound of gold and iron, but more like the beating of a drum.

    Layers of strength surged out, and Feng Jingjing and the three of them swayed, making a thousand pieces of gold fall. Just as they stood firm, another layer of strength surged in, knocking them off, and they almost hit the wall with a "bang bang bang".  Fly out the window.

    Xiao Yuesheng took a look and saw that there was nothing serious, so he turned back to the field. Master Jingwei's sword was shining like a waterfall, and the old man's sword was shining like a sword, showing no signs of weakness.

    The two men were going back and forth with their swords, and the strength surged layer by layer. The tables and chairs around them were overturned one after another, and they were pushed out three to four feet away, with a radius of three to four feet, leaving an empty space.

    The waiter stood far away, with a short and fat shopkeeper beside him, looking at the sword light filling the air, stamping his feet with a look of distress on his face.

    Xiao Yuesheng threw a silver coin, and the shopkeeper took it. He immediately smiled, nodded hurriedly to Xiao Yuesheng, and pulled the waiter down.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled. The businessman was really smart and not here to watch the fun.

    It is now breakfast time. Many travelers who stay in the inn come to eat, and more than 20 people are gathered around to watch the excitement.

    He hugged everyone and said, "Everyone, there are some personal grudges here. Please leave for now, so as not to harm Chiyu. Thank you very much!"

    His voice was calm and unhurried. After hearing this, everyone stood up and left.

    Feng Jingjing looked at him and frowned, feeling that his voice was strange. To her ears, it seemed like her parents were saying it, and she listened willingly.

    "However, she was angry with her parents, so naturally she was disobedient.

    The old man laughed loudly while waving his sword: "These good grandchildren are really obedient!"

    Xiao Yuesheng looked at Feng Jingjing and the others: "Girl, where are you?"

    "We want to take a look." Feng Jingjing said coldly.

    Xiao Yuesheng said warmly: "Let's go. We'll do it later, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of the three of them."

    Feng Jingjing glanced at him lightly: "Don't bother!"

    "Boy, this little girl is so ignorant, let me teach you a lesson!" The old man laughed loudly, swung the sword with his right hand and pushed with his left palm.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, dipped his middle finger into the wine, and flicked it out.

    "Boom!" Crystal water droplets appeared in front of Feng Jingjing, and suddenly exploded, making a sound like falling stones in a well, and dispersed into a mist and slowly fell down.

    Feng Jingjing glanced at Xiao Yuesheng and knew what was going on.

    "Jing'er, let's go!" Feng Guye's expression changed drastically, he picked up Feng Jingjing and left.

    "I won't leave!" Feng Jingjing twisted her arm and said stubbornly: "The worst case scenario is death!"

    "Haha, interesting, I kind of like this little girl!" The old man laughed and swung his sword with ease, resisting the waterfall of sword light.

    Master Jingwei pursed her lips tightly, suddenly took a step back, raised the sword to the top of her head, and stabbed the tip of the sword into the air, motionless.

    Feng Guye lowered his face and said coldly: "It doesn't matter if you die, what will happen to the master and his wife?! Let's go!"

    As he said that, he reached out to grab her arm again.

    Feng Jingjing stepped aside and said stubbornly: "I won't leave!"

    Feng Guye looked at the middle-aged woman and said in a deep voice: "Junior sister, what do you think?"

    "Jing'er, don't be stubborn again, just leave when you have to!" the middle-aged woman frowned and said unhappily.

    Feng Jingjing just shook her head, bit her lower lip, and looked into the field.

    Master Jingwei raised her sword high, and the sword became brighter and brighter. Feng Jingjing could not see clearly the shape of the sword, only a cold light stood upright.

    The old man chuckled: "Bai Lu, you finally showed off your skills at packing boxes!"

    "Look at the sword!" Master Jingwei scolded lightly, her voice hoarse.

    The cold light rose sharply, the building became brighter, and the old man was swallowed up by the cold light.

    "Ding ding ding ding ding" Amidst the continuous sound, the cold light dissipated, revealing the figure of the old man, who was already standing ten feet away.

    Master Jingwei was holding a long sword, breathing heavily, and stared at the old man.

    The old man smiled: "Bai Lu, you haven't made much progress in these years!"

    Master Jingwei said calmly: "You don't need to say more, I lost!"

    She took two steps back with a lonely look on her face, turned around and sighed to Xiao Yuesheng: "Please sir, take action."

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Master, take care of the injury first and leave it to me."

    Master Jingwei¡¯s left shoulder was bleeding like a pillar. A piece of flesh was shaved off, and a large piece of clothing was shaved off. In the blink of an eye, blood was dripping from her left finger.

    Feng Jingjing frowned, she didn¡¯t expect that this nun was so good at kung fu but still defeated by that old man.?Down.

    Master Jingwei sheathed her sword, took out a porcelain bottle, sprinkled some powder on her shoulders, then tore off a piece from her sleeve and wrapped it around her shoulders.

    After applying the medicine and wrapping the wound, her movements were still graceful and calm, and her face looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

    Xiao Yuesheng sat firmly and looked at the old man with a smile: "Senior, do you really want to kill everyone and must you take revenge?"

    "As long as I have a breath, I will kill all those little nuns!" The old man chuckled, turned to Master Jingwei and said, "Bai Lu, kneel down and beg me, maybe you can spare their lives!"

    Master Jingwei looked at him, shook her head, put one palm together, and pronounced the Buddha's name, with a look of compassion on her face.

    "Damn it, are you pitying me?!" The old man was furious, pointed at Master Jingwei, and yelled: "Do you think I'm pitiful?!"

    Master Jingwei sighed: "The sea of ??suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore. Luo Jing, let go of the past¡ª¡ª!"

    The old man pointed at her and angrily shouted: "Fart! You want nuns, okay, then I will kill nuns! Not only will I kill the little nuns in Luoxue'an, but I will also kill all the nuns in the world!"

    "Alas Amitabha!" Master Jingwei shook her head and closed her eyes, showing a look of pain.

    Xiao Yuesheng sighed: "In that case, I'm offended."

    He stretched out his left hand, pressed it hard with his thumb, "chi¡ª¡ª" with a long roar, the Shaoshang Sword of the Six Meridians Divine Sword was released.

    The old man drew his sword with a sullen face, and slashed with his sword. There was a "dang" sound, sparks flew everywhere, and he blocked the finger.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and turned his thumb. The sword energy was like substance, flat and horizontal. The sword energy split the air, making a hissing sound, and it was powerful.

    The old man closed his eyes slightly, and his whole body was filled with a lonely and cold aura. He slashed Huashan with anger, and sparks flew everywhere again, accurately hitting the invisible sword energy.

    Xiao Yuesheng slowly turned his left thumb, and the sword energy was swaying, making a hissing sound, constantly cutting the air, and the momentum was astonishing.

    The old man closed his eyes slightly and swung his long sword. It seemed slow, but when the sword went out, it seemed to break the constraints of space and reach the destination directly. It could always hit the invisible sword energy.

    Feng Jingjing and the other three were horrified to see such a competition. If it had been him, he wouldn't have been able to stop him even with a single move!

    The sword energy flew across the air and clashed with the long sword, sparks flying out from every blow.

    After a dozen moves, the long sword suddenly turned into fragments and shot out in all directions.

    Two fragments shot at Feng Jingjing. She wanted to dodge, but found that her movements were too slow and she was too late. The fragments flashed in front of her eyes, and she could feel the cold air.

    Suddenly, a strong force came, and the scenery changed in front of my eyes. I looked up and saw that I was sitting at another table. Opposite me was a person named Xiao, with a nun beside me.

    She was confused. Feng Guye cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Master Xiao!"

    He could see clearly that with just one move from Xiao Yuesheng, the three of them flew up and landed next to his table, with perfect accuracy. This skill was truly astonishing.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and looked at the old man with a serious face: "I originally wanted to raise my hand, but unfortunately, you killed innocent people indiscriminately, so I won't spare you!"

    "Hehe, you have such a loud tone!" The old man sneered and threw the hilt of his sword, not caring.

    At this time, the sound of footsteps sounded, as if it were slight, and at the top of the stairs, there was a young man, dressed in a blue shirt, with a simple long sword on his waist, surrounded by four people behind him, showing an extraordinary momentum.

    Although he has an ordinary appearance, his eyebrows are filled with a heroic temperament and his eyes are bright. You can tell at a glance that he is a martial artist.

    Climbing upstairs, I saw the strange scene here and looked at it in shock.

    "Well done!" The old man laughed, his body swayed, and a simple long sword appeared in his hand, and he slowly pulled it out of its sheath.

    The young man hurriedly lowered his head and saw that his waist was empty and the sword had been lost. His expression suddenly changed and he said in a deep voice: "Old man, give me back my sword!"

    The old man put aside the hilt of the sword, held the sword horizontally in front of his eyes, raised his index finger and middle finger, and slowly wiped them from the hilt to the tip of the sword. The layers of patterns on the sword looked like flowers growing out of the sword.

    The cold air reached his heart through his fingertips, and he laughed loudly: "What a sword! What a sword!"

    "What a thief, how dare you steal the young master's sword!" With a loud shout, two middle-aged men flew out from behind the young man, attacking the old man one from the left and the other from the right.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, pointed with the index finger of his right hand, and whistled softly, like a breeze passing through the treetops.

    The old man swiped his sword horizontally, and the sword had reached the throats of the two of them. Suddenly, it swung and splashed with sparks. He floated back and glared at Xiao Yuesheng: "You ruined my good deeds again!"

    Then he stroked his sword and laughed loudly: "With this sword here, what can you do to me even if you want to use it?!"

    After saying that, he flicked his fingers, and the sound was like a dragon's roar.

    "What a sword!" Xiao YueSheng praised him and said to the young man: "Master, please go downstairs for now."

    The young man's eyes were sharp and he looked at him coldly, then looked at the old man and narrowed his eyes: "I'm a good man, but this sword is a family heirloom of the younger generation and cannot be lost. Please return the sword!"

    "Such a good sword, but the skill of the three-legged cat cannot match it!" The old man glared at the leopard and snorted: "It's my turn!  If you don't accept it, just come up!"

    "That's the case, I can only offend you!" the young man said coldly, waved his hand, and floated forward to attack. Two middle-aged men behind him attacked from both sides. The two men from before followed suit, and the five of them attacked together, with tacit cooperation.

    Master Jingwei put her palms together, opened her eyes and whispered, "Sir, save them."

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Just follow Master Tai!"

    He used the index finger of his right hand to control the Shangyang Sword in the Six Meridians Divine Sword, but when he heard the chi chi whistle, the sword energy filled the air.

    The old man was surrounded by five people, and he stabbed out with his sword with ease. As soon as he made a move, the tip of the sword had already reached the young man's throat. The other four people were unable to save him, and his eyes were about to split.

    Reluctance and despair flashed through the young man's eyes. He closed his eyes and prepared to wait for the kill. Suddenly he heard a clang, the long sword swung open, and the cold air left his throat.

    Then he flew up and landed next to Xiao Yuesheng, followed by the other four people.

    Xiao Yuesheng retracted his left hand, shook his head and sighed, stood up and walked towards the old man.

    Feng Jingjing¡¯s eyes flashed and she stared at his figure. With a flick of her left hand, she attracted five living people. With such skill, she was worthy of being the best in the world.

    "Senior, forgive me for offending me." Xiao Yuesheng stood still, clasping his fists and sighing, with an expression of compassion.

    The old man sneered: "Come here!"

    He looked disdainful, but his heart tightened, knowing that this kid had murderous intentions and was going to use the box-pressing technique.

    Xiao Yuesheng slowly unsheathed the sword, pointed flatly, and suddenly appeared behind the old man, and slowly sheathed the sword.

    The old man's face was stagnant, and he wanted to turn his head to look at him, but all his strength was quickly passing away, and his mind was weak. His throat roared several times, and he fell down heavily.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and clasped his fists with a sullen face: "Master Tai, alas"

    Master Jingwei looked at the old man, her fair face seemed sad and happy, complicated and inexplicable. She put one palm together, closed her eyes slightly, and murmured sutras.
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