Chapter 111: Swordsmanship Supreme

These few of them met on the roof of the Qinglou not long ago, when Mo Chuannan was defeated and shot dozens of thunderbolts, but Ye Zimei ran away.

A few days ago, Ye Zimei helped the Nine Princes to exterminate the Thunderbolt Hall, they naturally met, and they also fought each other, Mo Chuannan was still defeated, otherwise he would not have to be loaded into the prisoner car, let alone Di Yu would have rescued him halfway.

Almost, Mo Chuannan died at the hands of this bright girl.

When the enemies meet, they are very red-eyed.

However, Mo Chuannan suddenly smiled and said, "You can still kill people?"

Zimei also smiled: "Why can't this girl kill people?

Mo Chuannan said: "Of course I know, but I know that you have been injured. ”

Zimei had no wounds on her body, let alone blood, and she didn't look like she was injured, but there was suddenly a touch of worry on her pretty face, an obvious look of sadness and anxiety.

She said, "Can you see that?"

Mo Chuannan said: "I'm not blind yet. ”

Although Di Yu couldn't see the slightest trace of Zimei's injury, he recognized her appearance and color, and knew that what Mo Chuannan said was true, so he couldn't help but glance at the sword in her hand.

It was indeed a sword, and anyone could see that it was different.

This is a sword of great value.

He suddenly had a happy face, and said, "Although Ye Nuxia was injured, no one dared to underestimate the sword god's martial arts. ”

The meaning of this sentence is that Zimei and the Sword God are brothers and sisters, and Zimei's martial arts are the same as the Sword God, even if the Sword God is seriously injured, ordinary people do not dare to touch the tiger's whiskers lightly, and Zimei is the same.

The sword god's dragon descending sword technique is recognized by the world as the supreme swordsmanship, and the sword technique that Zimei is good at is naturally also the dragon descending sword technique.

It is also the supreme of swordsmanship.

Even if Mo Chuannan joins forces with Di Yu, he may not be able to defeat her, not to mention that she still has such a sword in her hand, which is even more powerful.

Mo Chuannan obviously understood what Di Yu meant, and said: "The matter of Xingyue Castle has nothing to do with the girl, and the girl will never interfere in this matter." ”

Zimei understood what the two of them meant, smiled disdainfully, and said, "That is to say, our well water does not interfere with river water?"

Di Yu said: "That's the case. ”

Zimei said: "But we are enemies. ”

Di Yu frowned and said, "Enemy?"

Zimei said: "I once injured this Mo Protector, right?" The last two words naturally asked Mo Chuannan, and her eyes also turned to Mo Chuannan.

Mo Chuannan smiled magnanimously, waved his hand, and said, "That's a misunderstanding, my enemy is the Ninth Prince, Zhao Zhen, and it has nothing to do with the girl." ”

Zimei also frowned: "Nothing to do?"

Mo Chuannan rolled his eyes and said, "A few days ago, I almost injured the girl with a thunderbolt, so they have all been evened out, and they don't owe each other. ”

They were enemies, but their words became more and more polite.

Zimei knew what was contained in this politeness, that is, strength.

In this world, strength trumps everything.

If you don't have enough strength, even if you face the enemy, you can only swallow your anger, otherwise you will be humiliated, and you will even take your life.

However, Zimei has been injured, and the extremely serious internal injuries have already been seen by Mo Chuannan.

He is a man in the underworld, and he is a well-known character in the underworld, not a person who has revenge.

If he joins forces with Di Yu, he may not be Zimei's opponent, and he may even be able to kill Zimei.

Because, Mo Chuannan had already been promoted to the Martial God rank.

Zimei couldn't read it.

No matter how Zimei looks at it, neither of them looks like they are injured, why do they have to lower their eyebrows so much, and look like they have turned hostility into jade silk?

Could it be something else?

Zimei didn't think about it anymore, because there was a more difficult problem for her to solve.

She turned her head and looked at the long-lost Huangquan Villa, and couldn't help frowning.

Di Yu said again: "Seeing the girl today can be said to be a blessing in three lives, if there is one in the future"

Zimei waved her hand and said, "Let's go." ”

Di Yu nodded, but he was still chattering: "Then don't do it here, the green mountains don't change, the green water flows forever, we will meet later."

"Get out—"

Zimei was in a hurry to save her senior brother, but the more she listened, the more annoyed she became, and she couldn't help but burst out with this roar.

Mo Chuannan's face changed, when had he been scolded like this, and as soon as he held the hilt of the sword in his hand, he heard Di Yu smile: "Then don't disturb the girl, we will meet again." ”

Mo Chuannan looked at Di Yu beside him in some surprise, he didn't know why he said this, but when he saw his expression, he suddenly shuddered.

He suddenly felt scared.

When he first met Di Yu, he didn't take Di Yu in his eyes, in his eyes, Di Yu was just an insignificant small character, and his innate gate was just a rabble.

However, a few days ago, Di Yu led such a group of rabble and rescued him from the tens of thousands of troops of the Nine Princes.

There are so many prisoner cars, so many elites, but Di Yu only saved him.

In the next few days of getting along, Mo Chuannan felt that there was an extraordinary charm in this Di Yu, which was even more domineering and a kingly demeanor. He sighed to himself, and was grateful for the life-saving grace of others, so he decided to bow down to his courtiers.

Now, Di Yu was indifferent to Zimei's scolding, and he didn't even blink his eyelids. Mo Chuannan finally knew that this was a personal masterpiece, a unique person, and people like him were destined not to be unknown.

It's just that when he shows off his might, what kind of situation will it look like?

Mo Chuannan didn't dare to think about it, so he had to follow him away. How could he have thought that the dignified Thunderbolt Hall Protector would now have to follow such an unknown little person to run around, and his future is worrying.

However, he could only follow Di Yu.

No one told him to follow, but he had to follow.

He couldn't tell why, as if that was the way it was arranged.

The rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes that no one can tell.

Thinking of this, Mo Chuannan suddenly smiled silently.

At this time, Zimei also smiled bitterly.

After such a while, there must have been some things in Huangquan Villa, or there must have been nothing to do.

Because, Huang Yun is also in Huangquan Villa.

Zimei knew that her senior brother's life would not be in danger for the time being, because with Huang Yun here, she would never sit idly by while her lover was suffering.

Because, she is also a woman.

The woman who knows the most is still a woman.

It's because she understands that she's uncomfortable. No matter whether the senior brother is alive or dead, he no longer belongs to her.

She thought that her senior brother knew what she really wanted, and things might have changed.

But, nothing has changed.

No matter what happened in Huangquan Villa, it would be useless for her to go back at this time.

Maybe Huang Kui can let Xie Bi go, but he will never let her go.

There is only one way to go back.

If a person dies, how can he take revenge? Besides, thinking of Huang Kui's obscene and hideous smile, Zimei shuddered.

A peerless woman like her, how could Huang Kui let her die easily?

Okay, let's go back to see the master, maybe only the master can rescue the senior brother and get rid of the vampire king.

Vampires have a bad reputation, and although the master is hidden in the mountains, he will not be unheard.

Thinking of this, Zimei had decided to go back to Wuyin Mountain to meet her master first. With this thought, she suddenly felt a pain all over her body.

The internal injury was only felt temporarily because of her worry and concern. At this time, the pressure gradually subsided, and the pain became even more unbearable.

Under his feet are green grass and wild flowers of all colors. The breeze is blowing, and the fragrance is fragrant.

Zimei sat on the ground, sat on the flowers, breathed the fragrance of the flowers and plants, and secretly breathed. In this moment of comfort, she couldn't help but think of Master and Wuyin Mountain.

I thought of the not majestic but also mountainous peaks of the Silent Mountain, of the thatched huts and fenced courtyards, and of the green grass and red flowers outside the courtyard, of the small river in the valley, with its clear water and meandering for thousands of miles, of the lush mountains and verdant trees in the distance, and of the distant childhood of the master who was not yet old in his memory.

Thinking of this, her heart couldn't help but thump.

When she stood outside the fence, her heart beat harder.

At that time, night fell, and ducks returned to the withered grass in the distance.

Candles lit up in the hut, and the candles jumped and jumped, and the room was dark.

The night breeze blows slowly, and the river flows quietly.

The breeze brings the aroma of food, mixed with the smell of wine.

There is the aroma of wine, there is naturally wine, and the wine is placed on the square table of jujube mahogany in the center of the room, and a few delicate side dishes are still steaming.

As soon as Ye Zimei saw the old flower carving, she heard the familiar voice of the master coming from the room.

"Is Mei'er back?"

Hearing this familiar voice, a sense of intimacy from the blood suddenly hit my heart, and the corners of my eyes sparkled.

Home, finally home!

She ran into the house almost with a shout of joy, and rushed in with a lunge, with the force of lightning.

There was an old man with a white beard sitting next to the table, although his face was full of wind and frost, but he was full of energy, and there were not many wrinkles, and he was really a crane child. With a round face and round eyes, when he laughs, it makes people feel like a spring breeze, and when he doesn't smile, it looks like he is smiling, giving people an amiable feeling, just like an old man you are familiar with, just like a relative of yours.

He is indeed Ye Zimei's relative, he single-handedly raised Zimei to adulthood, and also taught her supreme swordsmanship, making her a master of the Martial Immortal Rank.

However, Yu Chifeng is a master of the martial arts level, the world's top master, and is even praised by the people of the rivers and lakes as the sword venerable, the supreme swordsmanship.

Where is Yu Chifeng?

Right here, this old man sitting at the table is Chi Feng, the sword venerable lieutenant who has been famous for decades.

The dragon descending sword technique was used under his hands, and it was indeed a well-deserved supreme swordsmanship, and the most powerful and wonderful swordsmanship in the world.

Zimei hadn't seen her master dance the sword for many years, and the last time she saw her was when she was a child.

At that time, Master's head was not so white, and it was still a little grayish-black. The body is also more upright, and it looks more powerful.

Now, Master's face is indeed much older. I have only been down the mountain for more than a month, but I still clearly see the old age of the master.

The tears hanging in the corners of his eyes uncontrollably slid down the face of the world.

"Master, Mei'er is back. ”

Yu Chifeng smiled and said something quite strange: "Mei'er, have you seen your senior brother?"