Chapter 107: Murderous Intent

By the time Bai Cheng walked out of the Ming Hall, Wu Youde had already disappeared. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAnyone who wears open crotch pants at a young age will not stay on the street.

Although Wu Youde did not deal with him, a few words of quarrel did not lead to killing, not to mention that Zhao Shirong mediated in the middle, and Li Shenzhou pressed on it. Relying solely on the power of the ground, Wu Youde would never dare to disobey Li Shenzhou's wishes, unless the forces behind him were more than that.

Thinking of this, Bai Cheng seemed to understand something.

Leaving the Ming Hall, Bai Cheng returned to the small courtyard of Chenji, pushed open the door of the black lacquer courtyard, and the courtyard was empty. He came back early today, and the Zhao brothers hadn't come over yet.

Bai Cheng inserted the courtyard door with his backhand, entered the house and changed into a cyan power suit, took out the Northern Underworld Sword, and practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard.

In the past few days, in addition to studying the "Runes", he is studying the "Hundred Battles Sword Spectrum", and he has read the sword book from beginning to end, and all kinds of sword moves have been memorized, but he has no time to neglect to practice.

The eighteen kinds of swordsmanship recorded in the "Hundred Battles Sword Book" are all actual combat swordsmanship in the army, although the sword intent of each swordsmanship is different, some of them are swift and unparalleled, some are as heavy as mountains, and some are endless, the fundamental purpose is the same, and strive to kill and injure the enemy in the shortest possible time.

Among them, there are quite a few tricks of exchanging injuries for injuries and sacrificing their lives, and the viciousness and cruelty are already close to the devil's path.

The sword of the Northern Darkness is about three feet long, the hilt is like ink, the blade is like frost, the sharpness is unparalleled, and the light is like nothing.

Bai Cheng held the sword in his hand, his heart moved, the tip of the sword rushed forward, and a sword light rose from the ground, like a thunderbolt in the dark night.

He moved his sword like the wind, his body changed, and he changed seven or eight sets of swordsmanship in a row, either rapid or slow, light or heavy, or killing intent, or soft as the breeze. The sword intent is different, the sword moves are different, but the long sword in his hand can be rigid and soft and casual, and it is handy, as if it was specially built for him, better than any long sword used in the past.

What is especially special is that no matter what swordsmanship he casts, he will not bring out the slightest wind, and if he closes his eyes, he can't feel the existence of the long sword.

Bai Cheng's interest became higher and higher, and he practiced from early morning to evening, except for a short break from eating halfway, and the rest of the time did not stop for a moment.

The Zhao brothers had already rushed to the small courtyard and stood aside, stunned.

Both of them are martial arts practitioners, and they know that martial arts are extremely energy-consuming to practice with their hearts, and it is no easier than fighting with others. Bai Cheng's practice is a day, the strength of the muscles and bones, the prosperity of the blood and blood, it is really shocking.

It was getting late, the night wind was blowing, and the Zhao brothers had already left, leaving only Bai Cheng alone in the small courtyard.

Bai Cheng practiced for a while, looked up at the sky, the sky was covered with black clouds, and no moonlight was revealed, his face suddenly turned cold, and he muttered to himself: "The moon is dark and the night kills, the wind is high and the day is on fire, today is a good time to do it!"

As the saying goes, with a sharp weapon, the murderous heart arises.

Baicheng's martial arts are both high and his Taoism is strong, so he naturally won't swallow his anger like ordinary people. Today in the Ming Hall, when he felt the killing intent, he had already made up his mind to take Wu Youde, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and kill the chickens and monkeys.

Since he came to the White Tiger Hall, he has been in trouble, the leader of the outer camp is in trouble, the head of Shen Chongtian is trapped, and he kills Nangong Ling, Wu Jingtao, Jiang Tiexin and others halfway.

These people either have other purposes, or they are in the same family line, and it is normal to be hostile to him, but now Wu Youde also belongs to the same family, and he actually has murderous intent towards him. If he is allowed to continue, I am afraid that he will no longer be able to gain a foothold in the inner camp, and the only way to do this today is to use thunder to deter everyone.

The killing machine on Bai Cheng's body disappeared as soon as it appeared, calmed down, returned to the house and got a basin of hot water, took a bath happily, and then changed into a uniform issued by the White Tiger Internal Battalion, wrapped the Northern Immortal Sword in a black cloth and carried it behind his back, and then strode out of the courtyard gate.

It was late at night, the small shops on both sides of the road had long since closed, and the streets were sparsely populated.

Baicheng slowly walked to the north of the town. Wu Youde is a standard Jianghu person, he is very good at making friends, he mingles with a group of Jianghu people all day long, and many people know where he lives.

Bai Cheng dodged into an alley, walked lightly to one of the mansions, glanced at the courtyard number, and determined that Wu Youde lived in this mansion.

He stood on tiptoe, his right hand clinging to the wall, his elbow slightly exerting force, poking his head out, and his eyes swept quickly towards the courtyard.

In the small courtyard, the door of the main hall on the north side is wide open, and the house is brightly lit.

Several big men were shirtless and drinking orders. Wu Youde sat on the side with his head bored, holding a jar of wine and drinking stuffy wine.

The door of the main hall was facing the gate of the small courtyard, and although there was a screen blocking it, they could see each other clearly, and it was not easy for him to sneak through here.

Bai Cheng's mind turned, his right hand loosened, and he slid down silently, and then his body turned vertical, and he flashed to the door of another house on the west side of the small courtyard.

He climbed the wall again, but saw that the small courtyard was dark, and there was no half a figure in the courtyard.

Bai Cheng turned over and entered the courtyard, followed the dark shadow under the courtyard wall, tiptoed and sneaked, and when he came to the bottom of the hall, he immediately used his hands and feet at the same time, and quietly climbed to the roof of the hall.

He squatted on top of the hall, turned around and faced the east, carried the floating cloud style of the thirteen styles of breaking jade, his body was vertical, his arms were outstretched, like a big bird, he glided out, and floated down above the hall where Wu Youde and the others were, gently bowed down his body, and listened to the words of a few people.

The thirteen styles of breaking jade are extremely wonderful, and the floating cloud style is even more superb, although the following people have some cultivation, they are not aware of it at all.

One of the bold voices said generously: "Brother Wu! This Baicheng is too arrogant! It actually attacked in front of everyone! I can't bear it!"

Another shrill voice said, "If it weren't for Senior Brother Li's suppression, our brother would have wanted to teach him a lesson, how could he be proud to this day?"

A hoarse voice coughed a few times and said: "This Baicheng is only afraid that it will be difficult to deal with, Wu Jingtao I know, although his reputation is not obvious, but his cultivation is good, and he is not an ordinary person's enemy." ”

The rough voice said: "Wu Jingtao is a recurrence of an old injury, how can it be counted on his head?"

The hoarse voice smiled and said, "This is to deceive you, who can't see that there is a problem." ”

The rough voice said: "Even if he has some ability, what can he do? Let's rush up and teach him a hard lesson, but as long as he doesn't know, can he still find witnesses?"

A shrill voice interjected: "Naturally, he can't produce evidence, but Senior Brother Li is not a person who looks at the evidence and speaks, Liu Wu also found me this afternoon, let me inform you, don't do anything with Bai Cheng without permission!"

The rough voice was furious: "Senior Brother Li, what's the matter? Why do you blindly favor others? Could it be that you believe in some slander?"

"There is no slander, it is clear that Li Shenzhou values Baicheng's martial arts and thinks that our brothers are not as useful as Baicheng. Wu Youde's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of coldness between his words. (To be continued.) )