Chapter 201: Sword Pointing Ten Steps
Just as the young man flipped and jumped out of the window.
The doors of the second-floor room shattered into pieces.
Yuan Liu, with a big knife in hand, looked around ferociously and asked, "Where are they?"
Xiao Huan's gaze fell upon Xiao Sanlang.
Feeling immense pressure, Xiao Sanlang silently lowered his head.
Xiao Huan sighed, "Just as one leaves, another comes. Sanlang, look at the trouble you've caused me."
"If you're looking for Taoist Friend Lu," Xiao Huan kindly reminded, "He just left not long ago. If you go after him now, you might still catch up."
Looking at the elegant and noble young man in front of him, Yuan Liu was slightly taken aback.
This person was Xiao Huan, someone he recognized, seemingly a respected figure in the Xiao family.
Yuan Liu turned his head and exchanged a glance with his colleagues from the hidden group behind him. He took a step forward and gave a bow, "May I ask, Young Master Xiao, where did Taoist Friend Lu go?"
Xiao Huan pointed towards the window.
Yuan Liu was once again puzzled.
Jumped out of the window?
But now, he didn't have time to think about the situation. He glanced at the excited disciples of Kunshan and motioned to a few of his comrades. He gave them an order, "Third and fourth, you stay here with a few comrades, the rest of us will go after them."
The night rain poured heavily.
A group of hidden disciples hurriedly arrived, immediately jumped out of the window, and chased after the faint traces in the heavy rain, running all the way.
Wiping away the rain from his face, Yuan Liu felt a bit anxious.
Lu Cixian was invited to attend a gathering in Kunshan. Being ambushed at the entrance of Kunshan was a failure on their part, and Lu Cixian must not have any problems. Otherwise, it would be a disgrace for Kunshan.
If someone were to open the window facing the street at this moment, they would hear the sound of footsteps. A group of solemn and menacing cultivators walked through the rainy night. Their black boots stepped into puddles, splashing scattered raindrops as the rushing water flowed towards lower ground.
Xiao Boyang sat by the window and drank wine. He held his glass and glanced outside at the night rain.
This was the most famous tavern on Dingjiu Street, a place as important as the "East Gate" of a university in another world. It was where every college student, or rather, disciple of Kunshan, would secretly sneak out at midnight to go online and then come here to fill their stomachs and rest.
Being somewhat of a playboy, Xiao Boyang often came here, whether he had something to do or not. But he never imagined that he would bump into Pei Chunzheng on Dingjiu Street and inexplicably invite him to have a drink.
Thinking about this, Xiao Boyang looked at the young man sitting across from him and had the urge to give himself a slap.
The young man had beautiful brows and eyes, and his fair skin was as clean as fresh snow on a distant mountain. The combination of beauty, purity, and the Snow Fright Sword hidden in its sheath gave him the aura of a gallant young hero.
To be honest, he and Pei Chunzheng have been on a few missions together before, but they're not exactly close due to their rivalry. He, as the young master of the Xiao family, cannot afford to be friendly with his rival!
Unfortunately, Pei Chunzheng is not one to talk, which has led to the current stalemate. No one is speaking up.
Xiao Boyang frowned. There must be a reason why he called Pei Chunzheng over. He mainly wanted to clarify what Mu Xiaoxiao and Qiao Wan meant to Pei Chunzheng .
This standoff can't continue like this indefinitely. Someone needs to break the silence. After a moment of hesitation, Xiao Boyang tried to take the initiative and said with a frown, "Pei Chunzheng ..."
But before he could finish his sentence, the sudden disturbance interrupted him, hitting him right in the throat.
This is... hostility!
Xiao Boyang felt his heart skip a beat and immediately stood up, opening the window facing the street.
There's a fight happening on the street?!
Xiao Boyang looked out onto the street, but all he could see was the dark night and the heavy rain pouring down like ink.
Suddenly, there was a loud roar from the sky, and a purple lightning snake tore through the sky. In the dazzling pale purple light, Xiao Boyang could clearly see several people gathering at the end of the alley. They were all wearing black robes and holding umbrellas. Although he couldn't see their faces clearly, he could sense their tense and guarded energy.
They were all looking towards the entrance of the alley.
Xiao Boyang turned his head and frowned. With the help of the lightning, he saw a young boy, a stranger. The boy was also holding an umbrella, a yellow plum blossom umbrella. He had a rusty sword by his side.
Even though he was alone, the aura of coldness and determination emanating from him was just as strong as those people on the other side. Especially since the boy was also carrying a pale-faced head dripping with blood.
Xiao Boyang tightly gripped the window frame, his mind briefly feeling as if it was drifting away. In the next moment, he suddenly snapped back to reality and immediately became tense.
Who are these people?
Aren't these people disciples of Kunshan? How dare they cause trouble on Dingjiu Street if they're not disciples of Kunshan?
And then there's this young boy.
As soon as Xiao Boyang laid eyes on this young boy, he couldn't help but feel a shiver down his spine, his eyebrows furrowing even more.
Not just because of the boy's icy-cold appearance, but also because of his mysterious aura.
The rain at night fell to the ground like flying pearls, splashing all around.
The rain and mist grew thicker, illuminated by flickering yellow lights. The surroundings became blurry, even the sound of voices seemed muffled. The black-clothed figures at the end of the alley fell silent for a moment, until one person laughed coldly twice, "I didn't expect Taoist Friend Lu to catch up after all."
Since Lu Cixian caught up, it meant that the leader and the third person had both died by his hand.
Weng Yi felt a strong sense of hatred in his heart.
He had just been struck by Xiao Huan , knowing that he couldn't escape from Lu Cixian now.
The young man suddenly threw the severed head in his hand and kicked it in front of Weng Yi. He asked in a calm voice, "Who is behind you?"
The severed head rolled on the ground and landed at their feet. Weng Yi, who was used to scenes of violence, was the one who did this. As he looked at the head on the ground, a chill ran down his spine. He realized that soon, the same fate would befall him.
Lu Cixian.
Weng Yi muttered the name silently. He felt cold, afraid, and hopeless.
At that moment, he couldn't help but glance back at Yao Guichang. The youngest one among them.
Yao Guichang immediately sensed what Weng Yi wanted to do and exclaimed, "Second brother!"
Weng Yi sighed, "I'll stay, you go. Head south, there's someone waiting to help."
They knew the risks when they took on this mission, but they believed the chances of failure were very low. They didn't expect Lu Cixian to be so difficult to deal with.
Yao Guichang clenched his teeth.
In terms of cultivation, he was the weakest among them, and he knew that Weng Yi's suggestion was the best option. If he stayed here, not only would he be powerless to change the situation, but he might even cause harm to his comrades. It would be better to listen to Weng Yi's advice and run south, there might still be a glimmer of hope.
Weng Yi no longer looked at Yao Guichang, like a trapped beast, Weng Yi withdrew his gaze, sneered twice, and didn't say anything. He threw the fiery "umbrella" in his hand and reorganized his formation.
Not getting the answer he wanted, the young man wasn't in a hurry, and calmly asked another question.
"Did you cause the injury on her face?"
Without Lu Cixian needing to say anything, Weng Yi immediately understood who he was referring to.
"You mean that female ghost?"
Weng Yi laughed, "I didn't expect Taoist Friend Lu to be so protective of the fairer sex. But this female ghost was originally ugly, and now she just has a scar. Is it worth Taoist Friend Lu getting angry?"
Xiao Boyang looked at the two people confronting each other downstairs, feeling a bit unsure in his heart.
These people in black robes were clearly assassins who specialized in killing, but in this situation, they had become the prey. The young man, like a desperate ghost, walked through the cold night rain, seeking revenge.
Just then, Pei Chunzheng also walked to the window and looked at the two sides facing each other in the night rain.
The words of Weng Yi seemed to anger the young man, his face showing a slight change.
Amidst the fluttering tung oil umbrella, a wave of powerful sword intent rose, breaking through the strong wind and rain. Like picking a flower, one sword beheaded Weng Yi.
No one expected the fight to end so quickly. This sudden turn of events shocked the remaining people, including Xiao Boyang and Pei Chunzheng, who were watching by the window.
Xiao Boyang and Pei Chunzheng were both stunned, then they heard Yao Guichang let out a heart-wrenching roar: "Brother!!"
He saw the sword suddenly pointing at him. The tip of the sword was dripping with blood, which was mixed with the pouring rain and flowed into the stone floor beneath his feet.
To quickly end the battle, Lu Cixian used his spiritual power.
Normally, he might not have been able to take off Weng Yi's head so quickly, but Weng Yi had been injured by Xiao Huan, and after learning that Hua Yanming and Zhang Bingcan had died, his spirit was shaken. After running around in the rain, he was mentally exhausted, which allowed him to seize the opportunity and take his head with one strike.
Yao Guichang looked at the young man in front of him with rage in his eyes. He stepped back, let out a scream, and turned to run.
Run to the south! There will be reinforcements in the south!
The young man followed closely, stepping on the oiled umbrella.
Only Xiao Boyang widened his eyes and said, "This is..."
Before he could say the word "who," he heard another angry roar from behind.
"Xiao Boyang! Chase after him for me!"
"Don't let them escape!"
Was that voice Yuan Liu?!
From a distance, Xiao Boyang saw Yuan Liu leading a group of covert disciples, urgently shouting.
As soon as he saw Xiao Boyang and Pei Chunzheng, he knew these little rascals were staying up late and causing trouble. But now the situation was critical, and he couldn't afford to deal with them. He could only shout angrily, asking Xiao Boyang, who was peeking out the window, to come help quickly.
"Who is this?"
Yuan Liu gritted his teeth, "This is Lu Cixian!"
Lu Cixian?
Pei Chunzheng's mind trembled slightly.
This was Lu Cixian?
Even Pei Chunzheng had heard of Lu Cixian's reputation and couldn't help but glance towards the long street.
The young man carried the Wen Si Xing Zhu Sword, chasing relentlessly. Along the way, the sword harvested one head after another.
Yao Guichang almost gritted his teeth to pieces. Under the looming pressure of death, an unnamed fear seized his soul.
Faster, just a bit faster, and he could...
He could...
Suddenly! A burst of sword light flew in from the side!
A pink figure, with no expression on her face, stood in front of him.
It was a girl with a beautiful face and bright eyes, but unfortunately, she had no hair on her head.
They finally arrived.
Qiao Wan looked at Lu Cixian, who was not far away, and breathed a sigh of relief without anyone noticing.
Xiao Boyang, who had just caught up from behind, was immediately confused.
Is this... Qiao Wan?!!
How did Qiao Wan end up here?!
Qiao Wan looked calm and said, "The one in front of us needs to be captured alive."
Yao Guichang roared angrily, and the cotton oil umbrellas around them closed tightly. The pointed ends of the umbrellas were aimed at the girl in front of them, ready to fight to the death.
Not only Xiao Boyang, but Yuan Liu was also confused.
Seeing this situation.was so anxious that he almost stared with wide eyes and jumped around.
When there is no effort wasted in finding something, only after a great effort do you obtain it easily.
At the moment, it was not the time to ask questions. The man was so frantic that he jumped and desperately transferred a secret message to Qiao Wan, "Why are you here?! Come over quickly!"
The bald girl turned her head silently and without expression: What? (⊙_⊙)
Yuan Liu : You better bring me those cute things right now!! This is none of your business!
Lu Cixian seems to be blinded by rage, and if he mistakenly harms Qiao Wan, Yuan Liu feels exhausted.
Qiao Wan suddenly realizes: It's all good, he won't hurt me ⊙ω⊙
In every sense of the word "won't".
At this moment, Yuan Liu is so angry that his head feels like it's pounding, he almost wants to open up Qiao Wan's smooth forehead to see clearly: You think everyone falls for your charms because of the jade slip that talks about your romantic adventures, even this rising elite in the world of cultivation, Lu Cixian, is captivated by you?!
Can you actually get involved in this fight?! Haven't you seen how ruthless Lu Cixian is, beheading people with a single sword?!
Before finishing speaking, Qiao Wan suddenly cuts off the private transmission and looks at the young man who is holding a sword, covered in the cold rain.
The young man also looks at her, and a hint of a smile appears at the corner of his mouth.
In the next second, both swords are drawn at the same time.
The rain grew heavier at night, breaking the lanterns under the eaves. The faint light scattered and fell to the ground. The young man held an oil-paper umbrella, stepping into the night wind, his sword dripping with blood. With each rise and fall, he wielded his sword, chopping off another person's head, gripping the sword tightly, relentlessly advancing step by step.
Yao Guichang roared in anger, his liver and gallbladder about to burst.
There's no escape now!
Since he couldn't escape, he couldn't fall into the hands of this person either!
Yao Guichang looked at Lu Cixian, fear gripping his heart.
Being in the hands of this person is probably worse than death.
The man let out a loud shout, using all his strength, and suddenly self-detonated his dantian!
Qiao Wan was stunned, quickly changing her expression.
Stop him!!!
But she was too late!
The man's entire body was like a red umbrella opening up, bursting from the inside out with a loud bang. The blood-red scattered, raining down in chaos.
The self-detonation caused a shocking airflow. In the instant Qiao Wan hurriedly retreated.
Peel—
The young man opened the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, embracing her waist and covering both of them under the umbrella's protection.
The wind was strong and the rain was heavy, shaking the lantern lights and casting faint shadows. The blood-red color illuminated the streets, and the rain washed away everything in an instant.
It was like a dazzling night rain, a tragic and enchanting crimson dream.
Yuan Liu's eyes narrowed, reflecting the image of him holding Qiao Wan tenderly, as he calmly put away his sword.
At that moment, Qiao Wan's voice unexpectedly slid into his ear.
A secret message!
Qiao Wan: "Do you think he won't harm me?" ⊙▽⊙
