Volume 11 Seven Weapons: The Farewell Hook Chapter 301: Tavern Strange Stories
The golden knife fell on his head.
"Splitting Huashan with Force" was an extremely standard sword technique, which struck the Baihui point right in the center of Su Weiyun's head, without missing an inch or a millimeter.
whoosh!
The angle of the knife was very precise and the force was not weak. The only regret was that the knife did not hit Su Weiyun.
Su Weiyun slipped and retreated seven feet, watching the knife fall in front of him quietly.
Seeing that his first move failed, Xu Tong did not panic at all. He rolled over and displayed his Di Tang sword technique, cutting Su Weiyun's feet horizontally.
His skill in changing moves and his speed in rolling on the ground are truly beyond the reach of ordinary people.
But Su Weiyun didn't even move, and flew up straight, like a graceful crane. After soaring into the nine layers of sky, he slowly fell back to the ground.
The young men in the tavern were all stunned.
Those who were knowledgeable among them had heard of the "pulling onions in dry land" movement, but had never imagined that this movement could be used so gracefully and elegantly.
In comparison, Xu Tong's originally beautiful "sweeping fallen leaves" move from the Ditang sword technique now seemed extremely clumsy.
Xu Tong remained calm, he rolled over, immediately stood up, and chopped back with his knife, using the "drag knife" move, which was an extremely dangerous move, so fast and fierce that it left the person no time to think!
Some guests in the tavern screamed and left their seats and ran out.
Although there were cases where young heroes in Luoyang wielded swords in the streets and their heads were broken and bleeding, none of them wielded the swords so quickly or struck so cruelly!
Su Weiyun turned his back to Xu Tong, without even looking at him, he raised his right leg and kicked it high, hitting him right on the wrist with a "Flying Cloud Kick".
Xu Tong's wrist felt numb and he couldn't hold the knife anymore. He took several steps back and shook his arms violently to recover.
Su Weiyun suddenly turned around and stared at him, saying, "You want to kill me?"
Xu Tong wiped the sweat off his hands, gripped the golden knife tightly, and shouted, "That's right!"
Taking advantage of the power of his roar, he slashed at Su Weiyun's chest and abdomen with his knife.
Su Weiyun picked up a wooden stool and stood in front of him.
With a "crack", the knife broke the wooden stool in half and it fell to the side.
Su Weiyun was already ten feet away.
He asked carefully, "I have no grudge against you, do you really want to kill me?"
Xu Tong was sweating slightly. Although his consecutive strikes all missed, he was not afraid at all. No one understood where his confidence came from.
"Stop talking nonsense and accept your fate!"
Su Weiyun sighed: "It's better to say more of this kind of nonsense."
Just as the blade was approaching and the cold light shone in his eyes, Su Weiyun suddenly drew his sword.
Draw the sword with your left hand.
Then he attacked with his left hand.
He only attacked with one sword.
The emerald green light instantly filled the entire tavern.
Before Xu Tong died, his eyes were still looking around nervously, as if he was waiting for someone to come and help him, but he didn't wait.
After just one sword strike, the green light in the room disappeared and the battle was over.
…
That night.
Di Qinglin has returned to Mudan Villa.
His clothes were still so clean and white, and no one could tell that he had walked back from the busy streets of Luoyang.
No one could tell that he was going to kill someone, but came back empty handed.
This hadn't happened since he was seventeen.
But he seemed quite happy, even happier than having killed someone.
In the attic.
The panting finally stopped. Sisi lay quietly on Di Qinglin's chest, her cheeks flushed, like an obedient cat.
"Did you kill that swordsman? You only get so excited when you kill someone."
Sisi thought she really knew Di Qinglin.
Di Qinglin shook his head and smiled, "No. Su Weiyun is still alive and well."
Sisi looked at Di Qinglin with her eyes wide open. In her mind, there was nothing Di Qinglin could not do.
Di Qinglin added: "But I have seen his swordsmanship."
Sisi asked, "What kind of swordsmanship?"
Di Qinglin said: "It is a sword technique used with the left hand. It is very Zen-like and exquisite, just like the sword technique used by the old monks in Shaolin Temple. With just one sword, he killed Xu Tong, the 'Wansheng Sword'."
Sisi asked, "You think that kind of swordsmanship is not worth your concern?"
Di Qinglin said, "I have also seen another sword technique of his, a sword technique that seems to be born for killing. Although his sword technique is unique and wonderful, it has not been surpassed."
Sisi asked, "So you are no longer worried about him?"
Di Qinglin did not answer Sisi's question. He just said, "I can also kill him with one sword when he is caught off guard. It is not a difficult thing."
"Although his left-hand swordsmanship has improved, it is still a little immature."
Sisi asked, "Does he have any hidden killer moves?"
Di Qinglin said: "I thought so too, so I plan to send another person to try him."
"Um."
Sisi stopped asking questions, and a happy and satisfied expression appeared on her face. She felt that Di Qinglin was very honest with her and did not hide anything.
She knew too many of his secrets, which meant he could no longer abandon her.
The romantic young Marquis Di was finally tied down by her.
And just at the moment she closed her eyes, Di Qinglin's eyes when he looked at her suddenly changed from gentleness and doting to a hint of pity.
She knew too many of his secrets, which meant she couldn't live much longer.
…
The outskirts of Luoyang.
Su Weiyun took the old wine and walked out of the city.
He killed someone in public, especially in Luoyang city. The people from the Six Gates would find him soon, so of course he wanted to leave as quickly as possible.
But what he didn't expect was that a young man followed him out quietly.
"Master Su, wait a moment."
Su Weiyun looked at the boy in surprise and asked, "What's the matter?"
This young man was the one who had helped him pass the message earlier.
The young man hesitated for a long time before he said nervously, "Master Su, I was hiding outside the tavern and saw a man in white watching you kill people. He must have come for you."
Su Weiyun asked, "Young Master in White, what does he look like?"
The boy shook his head and said, "I don't know. He covered his face and I couldn't see."
Su Weiyun said to himself, "Is it Di Qinglin? He came here specially to study my swordsmanship? Haha, let him be the one."
After Su Weiyun said this, he stopped talking.
He didn't speak, and the boy didn't speak either.
Su Weiyun asked with a smile: "Are you here to learn my swordsmanship?"
The boy nodded immediately.
"I know that the man with the golden sword is called 'Wansheng Dao'. I heard that he has won every battle and has never lost."
The rumors that young people remember are always much more exaggerated than the actual facts.
The young man continued, "I don't ask to be as powerful as Lord Su, as long as I can be as good as Wan Sheng Dao."
Su Weiyun smiled and said, "That's actually very simple. As long as you only look for opponents who are much weaker than you, you will be able to win every battle."
The boy's eyes widened and he said honestly, "How can I bully someone weaker than me?"
Su Weiyun laughed: "If you enter the martial arts world in the future, you will find that such things happen all the time."
He took out a sword manual from his bosom, handed it to the young man solemnly, and said, "Go to Mudan Villa for me and find Young Marquis Di to tell him a message. I will give you the sword manual, okay?"
The young man excitedly took the sword manual and asked anxiously, "What message do you want to convey?"
"The peeping is what a villain does. If it comes to a life-or-death situation, I'm ready to accompany you at any time."
