Volume 8: The Jianghu Chapter 374: The Young Master of Yaohu Demon Palace
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, but suddenly saw two sword lights colliding in the air like white rainbows above the open field. The two figures stood firm at the same time, and the winner was decided.
The man in white held the sword motionlessly, the six-foot-long sword hanging diagonally in the air. The blade was as bright as refined silver light, not stained with blood, and exuded a cold chill.
The old Taoist Qingsong held an ancient sword with pine patterns in his hand, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, and stood still.
Then, with a loud cry of grief, the old Taoist's eyes bulged out and he fell straight up to the sky. A line of blood appeared from between his eyebrows. His chest and abdomen were opened and he was torn in two by a sword. Even a god could not save him.
After all, he is not a match for me.
Shi Yan and Mu Fei rolled and crawled to the side of the old Taoist, crying uncontrollably.
Who would have thought that today is not only Taoist Qingsong’s birthday, but also his death anniversary.
The man in white held a sword in his hand and turned to look at Zen Master Baiyun beside him.
"Are you Baiyun?"
Monk Baiyun chanted a Buddhist name and looked at his old friend's body with a look of sorrow in his eyes. "I am Baiyun."
Finally, he called out to the two young monks behind him, "Kugua, Dabei, go back to Shaolin."
The bitter-faced monk responded without trying to dissuade him. Instead, he muttered, "Fight, fight! This man came suddenly and didn't issue a challenge. He's been gathering his strength beforehand, while we've been traveling all the time. It's no shame to lose."
The other young monk looked compassionate, but upon hearing these words he was stunned. Then, with lowered brows and eyes, he chanted the Buddha's name and said in a muffled voice, " Master , it seems you are going to see the Buddhas in the Western Paradise today. Your disciple... Ouch!"
As he was speaking, the little monk suddenly groaned in pain, covered his forehead with his hands, tears welling up in his eyes. He looked up and saw Monk Baiyun puffing his beard and glaring at him, angrily saying, "You evil creature!"
The man in white was putting away his sword. "In ten days, I will go to Shaolin. I hope Master will make preparations early."
He actually wanted to leave.
The Wudang disciples were already filled with hatred and drew their swords to stop them.
"You bold lunatic! Wudang Mountain is not a place where you can come and go as you please."
The man in white didn't even look at them. He flicked his sleeves and raised his fingers to make a sword. With a wave of his hand, the sword energy was crisscrossed and a murderous aura suddenly arose. But then there was a sound of metal breaking like a violent storm in the field. Looking closely again, the swords in the hands of those Wudang disciples were all broken on the spot.
Seeing this scene, everyone's faces changed and they gasped.
But the man in white suddenly stopped and looked straight at the mountain road ahead.
But then he saw an old Taoist in a grey robe climbing the mountain with a sword on his back, and he came face to face with him.
"I am the Master of Emei Xuanzhen Temple, and currently the Head of Emei Sect."
The man in white's eyes flickered, "Master Hu?"
The old Taoist was also followed by a disciple. He was a mature-looking young man, whose age was unknown. He carried a single-edged sword on his back and held a Taoist sword in his hand. He looked ordinary, but he was actually very smart. There was a sharp gleam in his eyes, and his steps were steady. With every step he took, the distance between him and the Taoist did not change at all, which was quite amazing.
The man in white's eyes moved, and he actually took a rare second look at the young man.
The young man faced the enemy head-on, glaring back fiercely without giving in.
But after only half a breath of staring, his face turned pale. He quickly looked away and saluted Monk Baiyun and the other Wudang disciples, saying, "Emei disciple Dugu Yihe greets Master Baiyun and all fellow martial artists."
Everyone was surprised and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that Master Hu was very lucky to have such a last disciple.
Taoist Hu looked at the body of Taoist Qingsong and shuddered, "If you want to escape unscathed today, I'm afraid it won't be easy."
The man in white remained unmoved, "If you don't come to me, I will come to you."
Taoist Hu was over sixty years old, with a serious expression and a face like old bronze. He nodded and said, "Okay, if that's the case, then let's fight."
Outside the crowd, Xie Xiaoyu was still staring at the father and his two sons without giving up.
This made the two brothers feel very uncomfortable.
"Uncle Li, I wonder where you are from?"
The man who introduced himself as Li Da looked inside and replied, "To be honest, we are originally from Guanlong. In the early years, we fled from famine and had no fixed place to live. Now we have ended up in the Hexi area."
As he spoke, the man grinned, "Miss Xie, you're asking so many questions. Could it be that you're attracted to my two good-for-nothing sons? Could you please tell me which of them you're attracted to?"
Xie Xiaoyu had a strange expression on her face. She subconsciously glanced at the two dusty-faced people standing beside her, then smiled softly and said, "Uncle Li, you misunderstood. To be honest, I've always felt that you resemble a senior I know."
Li Da said "Oh" and asked curiously, "Where is Miss Xie from?"
Xie Xiaoyu smiled and said, "My ancestral home is Jinling."
"Jinling, surnamed Xie." Li Xiyi suddenly came over and exclaimed, "Are you from the Divine Sword Villa?"
His exclamation was quite extraordinary.
Before Xie Xiaoyu could respond, a figure came flying in from the sky, moving as fast as thunder. Wherever the figure passed, it was like a strong wind pressing down on grass, forcing the onlookers to roll to the ground and causing a cry of pain.
In fact, Xie Xiaoyu regretted it the moment she said that.
Her face turned pale, and she saw a white shadow moving towards her, appearing in front of her in a flash .
It was the man in white.
“Bold!”
"presumptuous !"
Seeing this sudden change, two people flashed out from behind Xie Xiaoyu, raised their swords and slashed with them, and it turned out to be the "Eight Chain Styles of Ruyi Tianmo" that had not appeared in the world for a long time.
Xie Xiaoyu hurriedly said: "Don't..."
But it was still too late.
Seeing this sword technique, the man in white couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh!" He used his fingers as a sword, and the sword moved in an unpredictable direction. The few people saw the shadow of his fingers flash before their eyes, and the two men fell down, holding their throats.
Xie Xiaoyu wanted to speak again, but suddenly felt a pain in her shoulder and was restrained by the man in white.
"What is your relationship with Xie Xiaofeng?" asked the man in white.
Xie Xiaoyu pretended to be calm and said, "Senior, you misunderstood me. I just happen to have the same last name as him."
The man in white shook his head. "I know a lot about the martial arts forces in the Central Plains. The swordsmanship that your two servants have mastered is a unique skill of the Demonic Cult, and it must be from the Yaohu Demon Palace lineage."
Upon hearing this, Xie Xiaoyu's face immediately turned grim and she felt extremely upset. She didn't expect that her slip of the tongue would bring such a disaster.
Seeing her reaction, the man in white confirmed his guess that this girl must be the daughter of the former leader of the Demon Cult, the wife of Sun Xingyu, and Xie Xiaofeng, and the young master of the Yaohu Demon Palace.
"I won't kill you," the man in white said. "I just want to fight Xie Xiaofeng. Once he shows up, I'll let you go."
Seeing her origins revealed, Xie Xiaoyu simply stopped trying to hide it. Her bright eyes turned sharply, "Wait, don't you want to fight Li Muchan? I know where he is."
In an instant, an indescribable and shocking sword intent rose from the ground. The man in white suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with divine light, and he asked in a deep voice, "Where is he?"
Xie Xiaoyu was overwhelmed by this extremely powerful aura and was secretly horrified. She had originally wanted to come out and see the masters in the world, but she didn't expect to meet such a strong man as soon as she went out.
She looked at the father and his two sons with great difficulty. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Li Xiyi's face change. Then he shouted with disgust: "Why are you looking at me? I just don't want to marry you. There is no need for you to harm me like this."
Xie Xiaoyu blushed and spat, "Bah, you lecher, when did I ever say…"
The man in white frowned and looked at the heroes around him, but he didn't want to delay here. Seeing the two people bickering, he reached out and grabbed Li Xiyi without saying anything.
"Hey, why are you arresting me?"
Li Xiyi still wanted to struggle, but the man in white leaped up and grabbed the two of them and floated down the mountain like green smoke.
"Master Hu, I will personally go to Emei in fifteen days to continue our unfinished battle."
