Chapter 1657 - 618: A Simple Task (Part 2)
Xing Tian blurted out:
"A few days ago, the strangeness in the city, is it because... because of the senior!?"
In the past two days, two rumors have been circulating in town.
One is that the Young Master of Nong Yue Villa is still alive, and that it was the Blood Lotus Sect that eradicated Nong Yue Villa.
It’s said that the Blood Lotus Sect harbors a great secret, but no one knows what that secret is.
The other is that two days ago, around dawn.
The sound of a humming Longsword echoed, spreading across half of Baisui City.
Back then, Xing Tian only found it strange and bizarre, treating it as a joke. Yet, today he witnessed it with his own eyes!
His gaze shifted back to Ancestor Canjian, and he saw that the old patriarch’s face was now a sheet of pale red.
He made a Sword Point with both hands, pressing down hard.
The Longswords hanging from the waists of the four sedan bearers vibrated incessantly, struggling fiercely in their scabbards.
They wanted to unsheathe, but were suppressed by Ancestor Canjian’s lifelong power.
Yet, they heard the black clothed man smile slightly:
"Still have energy left?"
"!!!"
Ancestor Canjian’s face changed. Just suppressing these few swords to prevent them from unsheathing was already taking all his strength.
This person... is still talking!?
With this thought, he heard the black clothed man laugh and say:
"Seems like it’s almost done..."
As these words entered his ears, Ancestor Canjian suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. They heard the clang of the four broken swords flying out of their scabbards, merging into the sea of Longswords behind the black clothed man.
Strands of Sword Qi spread from his body in all directions.
The murderous intent locked onto every member of the Extreme Sword Sect present.
Ancestor Canjian sat on the chair, shouting to the sky in anger:
"What Swordsmanship is this?"
"All Swords Return to the Root."
These four words dropped, and from the sky, hundreds of Longswords descended with overwhelming Sword Qi.
Ancestor Canjian leaped up, stood on that chair, and split his hands apart.
Behind him, the shadow of a broken Longsword rose suddenly.
As he pointed with two fingers, in an instant, it collided with the hundreds of Longswords.
For a moment, the swirling Vigorous Wind and Sword Qi rolled like thunder, sweeping in all directions!
Indeed, Ancestor Canjian was worthy of his name. The broken sword behind him hummed endlessly, his Sword Intent shot skyward, stubbornly scattering part of the foremost Longswords.
Amidst the continuous sounds of swooshing, buzzing, and clanging...
The scattered Longswords either flew out, nailing the nearby Extreme Sword Sect disciples to the broken walls of the Xing household.
Or they spun horizontally, like a Wind and Fire Wheel, sweeping towards the Extreme Sword Sect disciples.
Their Longswords lost, unable to resist, were directly sliced in half by the rolling Sword Qi, their screams incessant.
Ultimately, there were only a few scattered sword blades, Ancestor Canjian made a Sword Point with both hands, and under the fierce Vigorous Wind, even his face couldn’t help but tremble madly.
But seeing the sky full of Longswords pressing closer step by step, exhausting his lifelong strength couldn’t resist a bit.
Only then did he understand, just now he was too arrogant.
The outcome uncertain?
No, the moment the opponent made a move, the result was already decided!
Instantly, his mind had no more thoughts, leaving only a trace of despair:
"No..."
A sentence couldn’t be completed, only a word escaped his mouth, before those hundreds of Longswords rushed in, the Longswords taking off like a sky full of rain.
In just a few breaths.
Present on the scene, besides the Xing family members, not a single person was alive.
Xing Tian watched wide-eyed as the two burly men in black and red, who were fighting Xing Zhan just now, were easily slain on the spot.
He still remembered seeing them fight with Xing Zhan, in awe of their martial arts, and envy of Xing Zhan’s Skill.
Yet in the hands of this black clothed man, in front of this gentleman, everything was but mere bugs and dogs.
Even Ancestor Canjian, what of it?
Couldn’t even guard his own sword.
Directly snatched away and killed on the spot.
Who... is this person?
Where did dad find such a master?
He said he was unknown in Xizhou?
But how can such a person be unknown?
Yet no matter how much Xing Tian pondered, he really couldn’t figure out, which master in Jianghu had such martial arts...
Not to mention Xing Tian, who was suspicious and thoughtful.
Even Xing Hao was constantly muttering to himself.
At the same time, he understood one thing...
Why ’Lord Wu’ didn’t let other Xing Family disciples get involved in this conflict.
According to Xing Hao’s original plan, they would sit calmly inside this hall.
When the enemy arrived, they would set up a layer of Xing Family disciples outside, to pincer them from inside and outside.
At least not letting one escape.
But unexpectedly, ’Lord Wu’ just waved his hand, telling him to withdraw all the Xing Family people from outside.
Said they were enough.
How could it be just them?
It was ’Lord Wu’ alone that was enough!
Scanning the area, he saw the ground full of Longswords, scattered and stuck into the ground, and aside from swords, there were only corpses.
Just staring, he heard ’Lord Wu’ speak:
"Now that this matter is settled, I bid goodbye."
"Master, please wait!"
Xing Hao spoke instinctively.
Su Mo turned his head to look at him:
"Does Master Xing still have business?"
"This... please, Master, come inside for a talk."
Xing Hao spoke boldly.
The corners of Su Mo’s mouth under the black veil curved slightly: