"Emmm...don't you usually flatter others so much that you are so embarrassed?"

"…………"

The man's face turned red and he wished he could fall out on the spot.

Have you ever been so cruel to others?

You don't tell me when you see it! You bastard!

Seeing his aggrieved look, Zhao Yinshun shook his head with pity.

"Actually, you don't have to force yourself so much."

Gently holding the sword flower, the invisible sharp sword energy spreads like ripples, scattering all the surrounding crowds.

In just a few seconds, the area of ​​more than ten meters in radius was cleared, and the young man showed a vague smile.

"Try to survive. If you die, your young master will also die. A dead person has no right to be friends with me."

Listening to the young man's "gentle words", sweat broke out on the man's forehead. He slowly took off the long sword from his back and looked at him as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

There was a blush on the gentle and jade-like cheeks, and there was a trace of confusion in the eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Coupled with the refreshing and rich aroma of wine, a trace of suspicion suddenly flashed in the man's heart.

I have seen arrogant people, but never such arrogant people!

Is this guy drunk?

However, the doubts in his heart were completely suppressed, and a dazzling white light cut through the sky and appeared in front of him instantly.

So fast!

The sword's edge hadn't even reached his body, but the sharp cold light had already stung his eyes. The residual image in the man's hand flashed, barely blocking the terrifying sword shadow.

But before he could be happy, an irresistible strange force came from his palm. The violent force directly destroyed his defense and sent him flying straight away.

boom!

After smashing into the stalls on the street and trampling on several thick bluestones, the man struggled to stabilize his body, a sweet taste welling up in his throat.

Knowing that he had been internally injured by a sword, the man raised his head and looked at the young man not far away in horror.

What kind of monster is this?

At his age, how could he possibly develop such powerful and terrifying power?

Judging from his appearance, he must have only been awakened and employed for a few years at most. How could his decades of hard work be crushed by such a little guy?

For a moment, the man couldn't help but begin to doubt life, feeling that he had been living like a dog his whole life.

The feeling of despair flashed away in his heart, and the man shook his head vigorously, and a look of perseverance once again condensed in his eyes.

Warriors can die, but they cannot admit defeat!

Once you admit it and compromise, it means that your martial heart will die!

It's no use talking anymore, let's speak with your sword!

With his thoughts clear, the long sword in the man's hand hummed softly, and the sword intent surrounding his body gained an indescribable charm.

Keenly aware of this change, Zhao Yinshun's eyes lit up and he smiled happily when he saw Lie Xin.

Huh~

Two figures, one black and one white, moved at the same time. Amidst the sound of roaring through the air, the swords of the two pulled out continuous afterimages in the air, fighting together like a violent storm.

The harsh and critical sound penetrated the eardrums, and the crowd watching around them dispersed in fear, leaving a wider space for the two of them.

However, it seems that they are used to similar vendettas. The daring onlookers did not completely escape. Instead, they poked their heads in from dozens or hundreds of meters away and talked excitedly.

The buildings on the street were even more crowded, especially at the windows on the second and third floors, where a group of melon-eaters were enthusiastically pointing out the country.

"That man is worshiped by Li Yue of the Wu family. He is a first-class swordsman and is famous throughout Lanzhou!"

"He is so powerful, why is he being beaten down by a young boy?"

"You don't understand this, don't you? Look at that young man's appearance, and look at his outfit. How could someone not from a famous family cultivate such a peerless talent?"

"Perhaps he is a direct descendant who came out of a certain holy realm to experience!"

"If you are so good at swordplay, could you be from Shushan?"

"Hi~ From what you said, it sounds a bit like it!"

"It's very possible. I heard that many sects in Shushan have recently sent a large number of young disciples out to practice, as if they are preparing for some big competition."

"Not only Shushan, but also various sacred areas of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are frequently sending disciples to join the world. It feels like a storm is coming!"

On the other side, not knowing what the melon-eating crowd was talking about, Zhao Yinshun became more and more excited as he played. He felt that the difficult [Splitting Sky Sword] became more silky and round, and many subtle questions in his mind suddenly became clear.

Sure enough, even the swordsmanship cultivated by [Multiple Self] still needs to go through actual combat before it can be used like an arm and a finger!

A glimmer of understanding arose in his heart, and the attack in the young man's hands became more and more violent. The sword shadows in the sky gradually connected into one, covering an area of ​​nearly ten meters like a curtain of light.

Feeling the other party's hearty pleasure, Li Yue felt increasingly uncomfortable.

The gap in strength was only one aspect, what made him even more painful was the attitude of the other party.

As the swords clashed, he could clearly feel that the young man did not take him to heart at all, and there was no trace of him in his pupils!

In a sense, he did not regard himself as a human being at all, but as a tool to hone his swordsmanship...

Understanding this truth, Li Yue's chest felt clogged, and his eyes became bloodshot with reluctance.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

I continued to work overtime today, but fortunately it ended at 8 o'clock, and I finally caught up (??????)??
Chapter completed!