Chapter 950: Chapter 129: This Road Is Blocked, Because I Say So
The people chatting were well-traveled, knowing a little about Jianghu events, and imdiately changed their expression, saying: “A natural phenonon, is this actually a Middle Third Rank Sixth Rank expert?!”
Even those explaining this person’s identity were sowhat speechless, saying:
“The last ti I left ho, he was only Seventh Rank…”
“In just five short years, has he already breached Longn?!”
……
“Hmph! Insolent brat, dare to be so arrogant!”
“Let your grandpa teach you a lesson!”
The burly man raised his hand to display a phenonon, feeling the shocked and envious gazes of the surrounding pedestrians, he couldn’t help but straighten his back even more, shouting repeatedly, raising his right hand, and with sowhat lacking Qi chanism, he punched forward. With a whistle, he had already employed his true skills.
He had decided in his heart to seize this chance to establish his might, asserting his dominance in this region. With just a casual glance, he spotted several rivals in the station, inwardly sneering coldly. At that mont, Vigorous Qi surged, growing more fierce and grand.
The woman at the end of the ten steeds spurred her horse to leap, softly shouting and making streaming light flow with her hands, lightly flicking her ten fingers. Invisible Vigorous Qi shot out in streams, accompanied by the soft sizzling sounds from the air, piercing the Heaven and Earth Phenona with riddled holes, slowly dispersing.
The face of the brawny man slightly changed, feeling the strange gaze upon him, his complexion looking quite displeased.
Apparently unable to endure the loss in front of an old rival, the man cursed again, drawing out a thick-backed machete from behind him, stepping forward fiercely, displaying a path of rather robust and ancient Knife Technique, and slashing towards the woman, relentless.
The woman in white continued to confront him with her palms.
One appeared robust and burly, while the other was as slender as willow branches. Yet, once they engaged, they were evenly matched. Although the blade glead with domineering and savage intent, the woman’s movent technique was light and agile, her finger attacks not inferior to Sword Weaponry by even half a notch, fighting fiercely and thrillingly.
The remaining nine n and won in white didn’t stop for a mont, still galloping towards the station, seemingly indifferent to their companion’s life and death.
The traveling rchant at the sa table as Wang Anfeng felt sowhat indignant, saying: “How could they just leave such a delicate girl outside, isn’t that too unmanly?!?”
“Aren’t they supposed to be together?”
Wang Anfeng looked at the white-clad woman’s waist, seeing a Jade Pendant, deep in thought.
On the back of his left hand, the faint shadow of a fla-ford Qilin was hidden under his sleeve.
Knowing herself left behind by her companions, the white-clad woman grew anxious, her Finger Technique as intricate as a Lotus blood even more fiercely. Suddenly presenting a flaw, the burly man took the bait, stepping forward, roaring in anger, switching to holding the knife with both hands, using the montum to viciously chop down with the thick-backed Heavy Blade.
The knife edge scraped the air, the sound shrill, enveloped in more than three ters of pale Blade Qi, crashed heavily down, yet didn’t strike the opponent. The coarse Blade Qi almost grazed the teahouse, thundering with a bang as the earth exploded, creating a deep and long blade mark.
The teahouse, which was discussing the appearance of the white-clad woman monts ago, fell into deathly silence.
Only Wang Anfeng saw the woman in the diffused dust, her movent technique extrely agile as she spun, the Blade Qi barely grazing her, not wounded in the slightest. She seized the montum, her right hand’s five fingers ford into claws, heavily landed on the man’s chest.
This was a lethal surprise attack aiming for the unprepared. Yet Wang Anfeng heard a tallic clash next to his ear, and a burst of sparks shot from the woman’s fingers, as if a sharp sword struck a heavy iron plate.
This familiar manifestation made Wang Anfeng involuntarily exclaim softly.
This style resembles the Golden Bell Shield…
anwhile, inside the white-clad woman, her heart turned icy cold, the impact force causing her Inner Qi to scatter within her ridians, her muscle stiff, unable to make a move for a mont, watching helplessly as the opponent’s face revealed a fierce expression.
With both hands gripping the blade, it swiftly chopped down.
This ti the Blade Qi surged even stronger than before.
Wang Anfeng tightened his grip on the chopsticks in hand, prepared to disperse the Blade Qi sure to affect the teahouse. At this mont, a Qi chanism shot forth like a teor, directly piercing the man’s wrist, causing the thick-backed machete along with the fat hand to fall to the ground, still trembling slightly.
The Blade Qi imdiately dissipated.
The man was stunned for a mont before realizing, emitting a shrill scream, stumbling back a few steps, sitting on the ground, clutching his severed wrist with his left hand, wailing ceaselessly, blood soon staining the earth.
The expression of the white-clad woman turned respectful, and she bowed towards the rear, seeing a red-clad youth float down from the third floor of the station, followed by a graceful lady holding a lute. They descended like Immortal lovers, exquisitely poised.
The nine still on horseback swung off, cupping their fists respectfully, saying: “Greetings, Senior Brother!”
“Greetings, Senior Sister!”
This spectacle, coupled with the man still clutching his wrist and screaming loudly nearby, created an exceptionally powerful pressure—the blade mark that the man had just carved remained beside them, the dust swirling, yet to disperse.
A silence as deep as the grave.
Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze, mimicked the man just now by wiping the oil pancake with the oil juice, wrapping shredded pickles, suddenly thinking of sothing, and asked with a smile:
“Bro, did you bring Chrysanthemum Wine?”
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