Chapter 62: The Hurricane Swordsman

Thirty years ago, there was a person on the rivers and lakes, dressed in white, with a knife, a person holding a knife, and a treasure knife that shocked the rivers and lakes.

In the two years that this person held the sword, he fought against the seventeen masters of the seven major sects in a row, and he won all the battles, without any defeat. Then this person completely disappeared from the rivers and lakes, no one knew where this person went, no one knew whether this person was alive or dead, the only thing known was this person's knife, and this person's name was already known.

Cut off the feelings, Zhao Tiancheng.

A person who has not appeared on the rivers and lakes for thirty years, even if he is a peerless master, that person should be dead in the eyes of the people in the rivers and lakes, at least in their eyes.

Lu Xiaofeng once thought that the hurricane swordsman who had been known for his thirty-year sword skills was dead, at least in his heart, but he didn't expect that hurricane swordsman to appear.

Today was the second time he had seen the Hurricane Blademan, the Hurricane Blademan who had a knife on his body, but could no longer draw it.

He didn't even expect that when he saw the hurricane knife man again, the hurricane knife man would appear on the rivers and lakes in this way—in the form of a servant.

Any master has his own temper, but this once world-famous swordsman seems to have lost his temper, he seems to have been tamed by the Marquis of Xiaoyao to be obedient, and there is no temper at all.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed in his heart, he didn't know how high Zhao Tiancheng's martial arts were, but he was sure that as long as Zhao Tiancheng made a move, he would have to go all out. Zhao Tiancheng is so powerful, what a terrifying existence the carefree marquis who can tame Zhao Tiancheng well.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't want Mo Tianchi to go to see Xiaoyaohou, but he couldn't stop Mo Tianchi, just as he couldn't let this ghost-like black-robed man admit that he was Zhao Tiancheng, who was famous in the past years.

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at Mo Dump Chi, Ink Dump Chi didn't speak, but he had already seen a hint of amusement in Ink Tilt Chi's eyes. He could only sigh. Although Mo Dump Chi didn't speak, wouldn't Mo Tilt Pond's eyes already be sure that he was going to Doll Hill to see Xiao Yaohou?

No one can stop it, even if Ximen blows the snow and comes, it is impossible to stop the ink pouring pool, no one in the world can stop the Ximen blowing snow, and no one can stop the ink pouring pool, although the temperament of these two people is different. But in a way, the two are actually the same kind of people.

The black-robed man stood in front of Mo Dump Chi like a ghost, he looked at the bold young man in front of him very carefully, he had to admire the courage of this young man, in the past thirty years, Mo Dump Chi was the first person who took the initiative to see the Marquis of Xiaoyao, and he had always admired those who had courage.

So he answered the question of the ink pouring pool.

"Baiju has passed the gap, thirty years, I don't want anyone in the world to remember me Zhao Tiancheng. He said slowly. Anyone could hear the hint of sigh in his deep voice.

The knife is like a flower, when the flower blooms, ten thousand people remember, and when the flower falls, few people remember. Wouldn't the swordsman who hadn't appeared on the rivers and lakes for 30 years be equivalent to falling flowers?

Mo Dump Chi never despises anyone, even if he is a little named Hanako, he will not despise it, it is precisely because he does not despise anyone, so even if he does many dangerous and terrible things in the eyes of ordinary people, he can also win life repeatedly.

This time, he did not despise Zhao Tiancheng, the self-proclaimed servant Zhao Tiancheng. This swordsman who has disappeared into the rivers and lakes for thirty years.

He couldn't see Zhao Tiancheng's face clearly, Zhao Tiancheng's face was wrapped in a black cloak. This man seems to be a ghost, with a dead air all over his body. He looked at Zhao Tiancheng very calmly, and suddenly, Zhao Tiancheng obviously felt that Mo Tianchi's eyes suddenly began to sharpen, and a pair of eyes flashed with a light that he hadn't seen for a long time, and his hand couldn't help but move. His heart was even beating faster.

Lu Xiaofeng felt that a terrifying momentum suddenly appeared around him, a majestic and domineering arrogance, this majestic and domineering arrogance did not emerge from Mo Tianchi's body, but appeared on Zhao Tiancheng, who was already yesterday's yellow flower.

He looked at Zhao Tiancheng, and his face did not change at all. He didn't seem to feel the terrifying arrogance of the person in front of him at all, and it was a long, long time before he slowly spoke: "Now it doesn't matter if you are not Zhao Tiancheng, at least you are still a swordsman." ”

Zhao Tiancheng glanced at him deeply, and said in a low tone: "It's a pity that I haven't held a knife for thirty years. ”

A handle hanging upside down on his waist, but he hasn't held a knife for thirty years, isn't this a joke when he says it? But Lu Xiaofeng didn't take this as a joke, and neither did Mo Tianchi, both of them believed this sentence that would definitely be regarded as a joke in the eyes of others.

Mo Dump Chi said unhurriedly: "It doesn't matter if you don't draw the sword for the rest of your life, because you are already a swordsman, unless one day you really give up the treasure knife on your waist." ”

Zhao Tiancheng's whole body no longer moved, but Mo Tiancheng could already feel that Zhao Tiancheng's body was shaking violently, and he was silent for a long, long time, Zhao Tiancheng said: "I haven't pulled out a knife for thirty years, so I have already given up the knife." ”

Mo Tingchi laughed, he calmly looked at the swordsman in front of him, and said slowly: "The knife kills, you have no one to kill, so you don't need to draw the knife, if the **** needs to kill the knife, the knife will inevitably be unsheathed." ”

Zhao Tiancheng didn't speak, but his body began to shake violently, and this time he slowly raised his head, revealing the face under the cloak, the face that anyone would show horror and even can't help but gag when they see it.

Lu Xiaofeng is well-informed, he has seen many faces, but he has never seen such a face, when he saw this face, he couldn't help but gag, but he still didn't gag after all, his eyes were full of indescribable respect.

That's hardly a face anymore, if a face is scratched with 200 knife marks, is that face still a face?

Lu Xiaofeng stared at the dense knife marks on Zhao Tiancheng's face, he couldn't believe that there were people in the world who could cut so many knives on the face of the hurricane swordsman, but now he had to believe it, because Zhao Tiancheng was in front of him.

Zhao Tiancheng took off his cloak, and people had already begun to laugh, his smile was indescribably brilliant and hideous, he was smiling at Mo Tingchi, his eyes were like dead ashes. But the dead gray eyes had already begun to shine, flashing with an extremely dazzling light, and a pair of eyes stared directly at the ink pool.

At this moment, Lu Xiaofeng found that the Zhao Tiancheng in front of him suddenly seemed to have changed from a ghost to a human, and became a living person. At this moment, Zhao Tiancheng is no longer a dead person, but a person, a living person. An incomparably powerful, incomparably terrifying swordsman.

A thought appeared in Lu Xiaofeng's mind, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt like a thunderbolt, he looked at Zhao Tiancheng with an incredible look, looking at Mo Dump Chi, no matter Zhao Tiancheng or Mo Dump Chi didn't speak, the two of them didn't even look at him, but the two of them had already given an answer in silence, an answer that he didn't want to believe but had to be willing to believe.

Zhao Tiancheng's expression was very calm, people like him didn't care about faces for a long time. Therefore, even if he showed that hideous face, he was very calm, he just looked at Mo Tingchi very calmly, he looked at Mo Tingchi and pointed to the sedan chair behind him and said, "Do you know whose sedan chair it is?"

Mo Tingchi said: "That's the sedan chair of the Marquis of Xiaoyao." ”

Zhao Tiancheng said again: "Do you know who the sedan chair is invited to?"

Mo Tingchi said: "The sedan chair is for me." ”

Zhao Tiancheng said coldly: "Yes, the sedan chair is indeed here to invite you, but the sedan chair is also here to invite me." ”

Mo Tianchi stopped talking, he looked at Zhao Tiancheng, he believed that Zhao Tiancheng would give him an answer.

Sure enough, Zhao Tiancheng quickly gave the answer. He said: "The Marquis of Xiaoyao has never been defeated, so the sedan chair is prepared for the winner." ”

Ink poured into the pond already understood. He said, "So as long as you can overcome me, then you can sit on that sedan chair and go to see the Marquis of Xiaoyao?"

Zhao Tiancheng nodded, and he added calmly: "And as a guest, I went to see Xiaoyao Hou as a challenger." ”

Mo Tianchi laughed, he looked at Zhao Tiancheng with a smile, and suddenly he spoke: "So you are ready to draw your sword?"

Zhao Tiancheng glanced deeply at Mo Dump Chi. He already knew that the young man in front of him was definitely a very smart and very wise young man, he had always respected this kind of person, and he had always had more patience with this kind of person, so he said very slowly and calmly: "You are the first person I have wanted to draw a knife in thirty years. ”

Mo Tianchi had already heard that Zhao Tiancheng was telling the truth, so he didn't speak. His person was standing in front of Zhao Tiancheng, he looked at Zhao Tiancheng and stood straight.

Anyone could tell that the ink pouring pool was ready, ready to see the sword skills of the peerless swordsman thirty years ago.

The ink pouring pool is ready, Zhao Tiancheng is also ready, when he takes off the cloak that symbolizes the passage from the underworld to the world, he is ready to make a move, he is not absolutely sure that he can beat the ink pouring pool, but he is definitely ready, ready to make a move on the ink pouring pool.

But the two of them still didn't make a move after all, because although the two of them were ready, there was still a person standing between the two, and there was a person who liked to meddle in things.

Lu Xiaofeng already knew why the town suddenly fell silent, without any figure or figure.

Very few people like to shoot to kill or be killed when someone is present, Zhao Tiancheng said when he came that this person was going to make a move, so he didn't want anyone to be present, so there was no one in the town.

Lu Xiaofeng already understood this, but he still didn't understand a little, he didn't understand why Zhao Tiancheng wanted to make a move on Mo Tianchi?

Because he didn't understand, he blocked the duel between the two.

He looked at Zhao Tiancheng and said, "Why are you making a move at Mo Tianchi?"

Zhao Tiancheng responded simply: "Because I want to challenge Xiaoyaohou." ”

Lu Xiaofeng asked again: "Why do you want to challenge Xiaoyaohou?"

This time Zhao Tiancheng was silent, he was silent for a long, long time before he said slowly: "Do you know why the Hurricane Swordsman disappeared into the rivers and lakes thirty years ago?"

Lu Xiaofeng naturally didn't know, but Zhao Tiancheng knew, so Zhao Tiancheng said slowly: "The hurricane swordsman disappeared in the rivers and lakes just because the hurricane swordsman wanted to challenge the world-famous Tiangongzi, so he disappeared in the rivers and lakes." ”

At this time, as long as you are a smart person, you should understand, why Zhao Tiancheng said that Mo Tiancheng was the first person to dare to challenge Xiaoyaohou in thirty years, and the first person to challenge Xiaoyaohou thirty years ago was not him Zhao Tiancheng?

- Hurricane swordsman Zhao Tiancheng. (To be continued.) )