Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 351: Sword Demon Xie Longteng
Of course Mr. Bai knew Xie Longteng.
He knows every master and every leader of the Tianxia Alliance very well and has a clear understanding of them all.
But the person in front of him made him feel an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, and he was rarely moved.
From what we have seen in the past, although Xie Longteng is elusive and rarely appears in public, as the second young master of the Xie family, he should have his own aura and demeanor that is different from the ordinary people.
But looking at this person again, he was wearing a gray robe fluttering in the wind, with his hair loose and barefoot. His long hair was tangled like weeds and was almost falling to the ground.
The man's face was almost invisible. Under his messy hair, there was only a pair of dark eyes, staring at Mr. Bai with a creepy look.
And his lips, as thin as a sword's edge, said without any emotion: "I ask you to put this child down."
Murderous intent, terrifying murderous intent quietly swept across the fields, pushing away the frost and rolling the snow, revealing some terrifying traces.
There were actually quite a few swords stuck under the snow.
Broken swords, broken swords, long swords, short swords, and swords that were rusted beyond recognition...
There is a tomb next to each sword.
On the ground, on the trees, and on the rocks, dense, crisscrossing sword marks appeared one by one.
Mr. Bai looked at the swords, his pupils shrinking. "These...are these...the swords worn by the descendants of the Xie family for generations?"
In this way, the person buried in the tomb is self-evident.
He must be a member of the Xie clan.
Looking at those chaotic, disorderly and messy sword marks, Mr. Bai did not find it funny. Instead, his hair stood on end and his face became solemn and ugly.
In the past, Old Man Tianji had a conversation with Shangguan Jinhong.
One of the sentences is, what is the pinnacle of martial arts in the world?
Shangguan once said, there is no ring in my hand, but there is a ring in my heart.
This is the pinnacle of martial arts.
It is even the realm of gods and Buddhas.
If there is no ring in your hand, it means you have no moves, and no moves are better than moves.
And now, Mr. Bai looked at those sword marks, but could not glimpse a single sword move.
Not only that, in a trance, he felt that the aura around the person in front of him was really hard to describe. It looked like a pool of stagnant water without any ripples, but it seemed as if there was a poisonous dragon trapped under the water, ready to devour someone. It was cold, cruel, ferocious and terrifying, wanting to break free and start a killing spree.
The strong smell of death quietly diffused among the wind and snow.
What a terrifying sword technique, what a vicious sword intent.
Mr. Bai finally spoke, his eyes sparkling with wonder. "Prince Xie is truly unworthy of being your father. Such a precious piece of uncut jade has been sculpted into this state... Xie Longteng, why don't you join forces with me? You no longer need to be inferior to Li Muchan. With my help, you will surely dominate the Central Plains and rule without fear."
He was truly amazed at this man's talent. He was clearly deserted by his friends and family, and even had a falling out with his father, which had already damaged his state of mind. Yet, he unexpectedly took an unconventional approach and carved out his own path out of despair and hatred.
Xie Longteng murmured, "Thank you, Prince?"
Mr. Bai smiled faintly and said, "Are you seeking revenge on him? It seems you don't know that Xie Wangsun was killed by Xie Xiaofeng's sword a few days ago. And this child is Murong Qiudi and Xie Xiaofeng's flesh and blood."
As soon as these words were spoken, Xie Longteng's dark, lifeless eyes suddenly trembled uncontrollably.
"Dead?"
The smile on Mr. Bai's face suddenly disappeared, because he found that there seemed to be something wrong with this man.
"Father!" Xie Longteng suddenly covered his face and sobbed, but from between his fingers he could soon hear a foolish and strange laugh, which made his shoulders tremble with laughter, like a madman. "Haha, he's actually dead, and he died at the hands of Xie Xiaofeng's sword."
Mr. Bai added fuel to the fire, "Li Muchan is back."
After a brief pause, the man added, "Also, Xie Xiaofeng has already left Huashan... I think there will be a fight between the two of them."
Mr. Bai was testing the waters while trying to withdraw.
But just as he was about to leave, he saw a green light suddenly emerge from the snow and fly through the air.
"Thank you for telling me. Please leave your life."
Mr. Bai's vision went blank, and he saw that Xie Longteng had vanished. The green light, seemingly uncontrolled, was before him in an instant. He was about to parry when he felt a chill behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a ghostly figure standing close to him with his back to back.
"Oh!"
Without being startled or panicked, Mr. Bai chuckled and dodged the sword while putting Xie Xiaodi on the ground.
Xie Longteng behind him didn't even look at him. He reached out his hand and grabbed the swordsman Lvliu in his palm, then turned around and slashed him.
The sword light cuts through the wind and cuts the snow, just like a blue moon hanging in the sky.
Mr. Bai also did not look back, as if he had anticipated it. He leaned to the left and spun on the snow like a top, avoiding the sword move behind him.
The man's movements were light and graceful. In one leap he had already flashed to the side of Xie Longteng. He raised his hand and slapped him in the waist and abdomen with powerful force.
Before the palm landed, the force had already risen. What this person displayed was actually the Tantric Mahamudra, the Yellow Sect's most powerful martial art.
The hand that was originally nothing special, suddenly expanded and became more than twice as big as it started to use its energy. The energy and blood gathered in the palm of its hand, and it was as hard as iron. When it pushed, the wind and snow flowed backwards, and sand and rocks flew everywhere. The power was astonishing.
No matter how brilliant and unique Xie Longteng was, in the eyes of this Zhu clan elder, he was ultimately just the light of a firefly.
Not everyone in this world can be as monstrous as Li Muchan, who can become an unrivaled opponent with just a few or even dozens of years of experience.
"So that's how it is. It seems you are the so-called Zhu clan elder that Li Muchan mentioned." Xie Longteng's voice was hoarse, like the cry of an eagle or a crane, and he laughed strangely. It was unclear whether he moved with the sword or the sword flew with him. Just as he was about to be hit by a palm, he suddenly flipped his left hand and an ancient sword suddenly appeared in his sleeve and rushed out. It was the Blue Mountain Ancient Sword. "Well, today I will use you to test my sword and feed the poisonous dragon!"
"Poison Dragon?"
Seeing the ancient sword blocking the way, Mr. Bai immediately withdrew his attack and retreated in shock.
Xie Longteng held the sword in his hand, his aura mysterious and unpredictable, the sword's power rising steadily, and the sword's sharp intent soaring into the sky.
But the strange thing was that although his momentum was rising, Xie Longteng seemed to have become lifeless, motionless, and an obscure aura emanated from his whole body.
This energy is more ferocious than evil energy, sharper than sword energy, more evil than evil energy, and more heart-wrenching than murderous aura.
This is the breath of death.
It is the ultimate and the most extreme, the most vicious and the most evil.
"Is this Yan Shisan's deadly sword technique?" Mr. Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, a gleam in his eyes, "No, it seems to be true, but it is not."
Suddenly, the aura of death came.
Under the sky full of sword lights, Mr. Bai suddenly opened his eyes wide and his expression froze on his face because he discovered something terrible.
How come the world in front of me turned red? Red snowflakes were falling, so beautiful and weird.
Not only was the snow red, but even the rocks and grass seemed to have turned red. Everything turned red, with no other colors left.
And what about Xie Longteng?
Xie Longteng no longer had the two swords in his hands. Instead, he held the still sleeping child in his arms, turned around and walked into the wind and snow, disappearing in a vague manner.
Mr. Bai stared at it, his eyes filled with shock and horror.
Drops of blood trickled down from his forehead, covering his eyes, staining them bright red.
Then.
"thump!"
The body fell to the ground, killed by a sword.
He actually lost!
