Inside the Yun Lai Inn, the two sides confronted each other, swords were drawn, and it looked like they were about to strike.
At that moment, the sound of a series of horses’ hooves sounded in the street outside the inn, mingling with the sound of the rain as they slowly came in.
Soon a burly figure squeezed through the doorframe of the inn, his blue skin a lighted visual in the light of the room, like a Smurf.
Although a blighted Smurf ——
“Ehhhh, three bald a*ses as soon as I walk in the door, looks like it’s a bad year tonight.” The fat blue man slapped his chest and looked very frightened.
A man of the Devil’s Way should be frightened when he suddenly saw several Righteous Tong Shen inside the inn.
But Fatty Blue’s fear looked very pompous under his exaggerated acting skills.
The terrifying aura emanating from the confrontation between the two sides could not have been unnoticed by Fatty Blue. He had the guts to come in, so naturally he had enough courage.
Behind Fatty Blue, there was a grey aura running in through the doorway, flowing slowly like water.
The wooden door, as well as the stone floor, showed mottled marks after this breath flowed through it, revealing a deadly intent.
“The Heavenly Demon Palace’s refining corpse ——” Xinzhou looked at the grey aura, and there was wariness and disgust in his eyes.
“This corpse aura is unmade bone.” Shen Cangwu said.
The unshakable bones of the Heavenly Devil Palace’s Corpse Yin Hall were all practiced by near-dead Tong Shen realm powerhouses, and although they had no further possibility of breaking through to become supreme powerhouses, their strength was no weaker than when they were alive.
The most important thing was that the Unbone were all old ghosts who had accumulated years of experience, each one was a fox of several hundred years old.
“Ho-ho – Old Brother Shen, it has been two hundred years since we have seen each other, but you are getting old.”
A hoarse voice came from outside, and behind Fatty Blue turned out a bizarre young man with a pale face and grey-black hair.
The pale skin was deadly white, with no sign of life, the pupils slightly smaller than normal, and the dead white whites of the eyes, all of which gave the heart an inexplicable sense of weirdness and disgust.
This was a living corpse, a dead man who would move.
“I am old, but you are dead,” Shen Cangwu said in a cold voice, “Su Chengyu, two hundred years ago you died under my sword, today you will die again.”
Su Chengyu, the most extraordinary swordsman two hundred years ago. The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless silk rain is as fine as sorrow. “Su Chengyu was also a famous swordsman back then, but he had nothing to do with the Sword God Lake. On the contrary, Su Chengyu, who became famous for his sword dao, wanted to kill the myth of Sword God Lake under his sword.
He fought nearly ten times with Shen Cangwu, who was still a great sword master of Sword God Lake at the time, but in the end, he lost slightly and was stabbed by Shen Cangwu in the eyebrow, the heart and the small of his back, his sword qi extinguishing his life and severely damaging his consciousness, and he fled in haste.
In theory, this kind of injury is basically beyond the reach of the gods, and even a Tong Shen realm powerhouse would not be able to survive. But Su Chengyu met the people of the Heavenly Demon Palace before he died and survived in a different way.
“Then let’s see if your sword is as sharp as it was back then ——”
Su Chengyu suddenly had to pull out a miserable white bone sword, sword qi into silk, like boundless fine rain, dashing, and with endless deadly intent and corpse qi.
The Night Rain Sorrow Sword, Su Chengyu’s famous sword technique, had been used to fight across the world, but in Su Chengyu’s hands today, it was all deadly, so it should be called the Night Rain Death Sword.
Wherever the endless sword threads pa*sed, both people and things were twisted to pieces, and the huge inn instantly became a plaything made of building blocks, and when Shen Cangwu’s sword qi was pushed, it turned into pieces flying in the sky. The inn’s innkeeper, the waiter and the guests who stayed overnight were also strangled to death by the silk-like sword qi.
“Tsk, shouldn’t have stayed at the Yun Lai Inn.”
On top of a house two blocks away from the Yun Lai Inn, Qing Yu looked at the unbearable scene and said helplessly.
Yun Lai Inn was the largest and most luxurious inn in Ming Yang City, and naturally Xuan Yin Jian Su and the others had made it their first choice when arranging their accommodation. But they had overlooked one thing ——
That was that the Yun Lai Inn was a special stronghold of Department Six.
This was not a secret to those forces that stood at the top of the Jianghu.
When Department Six spreads the news, the same cannot be hidden from those at the top. So the people from the Great Zen Temple, Buried Sword Peak and the Heavenly Demon Palace had gathered in the Yun Lai Inn tonight. The reason for this is to see if they can get something out of the people at the Yun Lai Inn.
Even if they couldn’t get anything out of them, it would be much easier to find the Great Destruction Zen Master with the local snake, the Yun Lai Inn. Although they had confirmed through their own channels that the Great Destroyer was in the city, it was difficult to ascertain his exact location. So the Yun Lai Inn was also a help.
But now, the help was gone.
Apart from the people from the three sides of the Tong Shen realm, all the other living people in the inn were strangled by Su Chengyu’s sword threads, and not even a single body was left whole.
“Miso miso–”
The clear sound of the sword was particularly clear even in the rainy night, and the sword’s power caused the heavy rain in the area near the inn to lurch, and the rain was split by the two clashing sword energies, turning into water mist that filled the area.
Su Chengyu and Shen Cangwu, two enemies from two hundred years ago, were now fighting again.
Shen Cangwu was old, but not so old that he could not carry his sword, and he had not spent the past two hundred years in vain. The two hundred years that Su Chengyu has been trained by secret techniques and nourished by the earth’s qi, although his strength has not increased significantly due to his body, he is not at a disadvantage compared to Shen Cangwu.
“Although Su Chengyu has a body of unshaped bones, Shen Cangwu is more than a step ahead of him in terms of his sophistication and attainment in swordplay. He can temporarily not fall behind, but only temporarily.”
Qing Yu looked at the pervasive mist and saw the battle in the blood and water mist as clearly as he could see it.
“However, the Heavenly Demon Palace is sending out more than just one unformed bone this time ——”
In the midst of the sword qi, there were three sturdy carriages that looked extremely conspicuous. Su Chengyu had come out of one of the carriages, and in the other two carriages, there should be two more unincarnate bones.
No one knew how many immortal bones the Heavenly Demon Palace had sacrificed over the years. Perhaps there wouldn’t be so many Tong Shen in the Heavenly Demon Palace, but there were in the Jianghu.
Just like Su Chengyu, who dares to say that he is not moved when he encounters this temptation of being able to live again before he is on the verge of death.
And like those who have reached the end of their five hundred year lifespan, there are many who cannot refuse the chance to live for another five hundred years when they are faced with the opportunity to turn into unmade bones.
The sword fight between the two sides continued, and became more and more intense.
“Boom…”
A sword qi flew across the street, instantly breaking through a street of houses and causing dozens of casualties.
In front of the Tong Shen, ordinary people were too vulnerable. This was the main reason why all the powers had tacitly agreed not to easily send out a Tong Shen over the years. Once a battle of the Tong Shen broke out in the city, the lives of the entire city would be in danger.
However, this agreement has long since ceased to exist in today’s chaotic situation.
