Sir, this sword is a keepsake

Chapter 39 The Confusion of the White Wolf

On the other side of the city, Shen Fang and the Beihuang man had already fought more than ten moves.

Shen Fang intentionally suppressed the sword energy to prevent it from showing off wantonly, but to his surprise, the man opposite him was unwilling to show it too much.It seems that the other party is also afraid of attracting too much attention.

Therefore, swords and swords followed, but the only one who suffered was the dilapidated courtyard.

His sword was faster than the other, and he was able to pierce that person's vitals several times. However, although the swordsmanship of the opposite person was average, he was very good at using the mist. The blade passed by.

"Who are you?" The man from the Northern Wilderness who realized that he had no chance of winning spoke again.

The swordsman on the opposite side who made him start to fear didn't answer, the sword in his hand was as fast as a gust of wind without delay, found an opportunity, and pierced his calf when he opened his mouth.

The man groaned in pain, remembering the name of Liang Ren who he didn't know much in his mind, and retreated faster than less.

As he retreated, he said angrily, "I don't know you, why did you lure me over and kill me?"

"Joke," the swordsman froze, his tone somewhat contemptuous, "Don't tell me you want to say that you and your accomplices didn't leave the five corpses in this courtyard?"

"Corpse? I—" Before he could finish speaking, the swordsman strolled past the shocking trail of blood in the gray-white color, and at the last moment, he narrowed the distance between the two like a flash.

"Ah!" The sword light flashed in front of the man, and there was a piercing pain at the bottom of his left arm. He looked down and saw a bloody severed hand lying between his feet.

"Your Excellency opened his mouth to let me be your slave. He thought he could have some skills, but he didn't expect that his tone is not small, but his skills are so mediocre..."

The wind of the sword came raging, and the man subconsciously wanted to avoid the third sword. He predicted the swordsman's move, but the moment he turned sideways, he was hit in the abdomen by the suddenly turned scabbard.

He opened his mouth wide in pain, only to feel that something in his body was ruptured.

Suddenly, blood mist filled the space between the two of them.

Without waiting for him to make any movement, the swordsman's hand quickly passed through the blood mist, firmly strangling his throat, and at the same time, the cold touch of the blade spread across his left chest.

"It only entered your chest half a point, whether you retreat or not depends on your performance." The swordsman's breath sprayed on his face.

At this moment, the man only felt that this young swordsman's fury and suppression were better than the most ferocious wolf he had ever confronted on the grassland.

Without any hesitation, he almost blurted out: "I was summoned by the white wolf. I have not killed a single person in Lianyun City yet!"

The swordsman didn't respond.

"I'm Habug, I won't lie to you!" He emphasized, for a while, he didn't realize that maybe the person opposite had never heard of the famous surname "Habg" in the Northern Wilderness.

He just felt that young people with such sword skills were definitely not ordinary people in Daliang.

"Are you an official in Daliang?"

Although he couldn't see it clearly, he felt that the man in front of him seemed to be touched. For a moment, he thought he had guessed right.

"Hahaha, if that's the case, then it seems that the saint is really testing me, I can't beat you, you can kill me." He paused, "However, I didn't kill the five people in this yard! If they weren't officers and soldiers from Daliang, they would never have been killed by my brothers from the Northern Wilderness!"

As soon as the words fell, the hand holding his throat increased a little bit of strength. For a moment, he felt the fear that his neck would be broken by the other party, but at the same time, the coldness on his chest disappeared in an instant.

He opened his eyes wide, wanting to take a good look at this capable young swordsman, at this moment, he just felt a pity, why, why such a heroic young man is not a good boy from his Northern Wilderness.

Just thinking like this, the swordsman, who was half a head shorter than him, had extremely strong arms, grabbed him up, retreated back and forth, and returned to the courtyard steadily.

The swordsman who hadn't spoken for a long time finally spoke, and said coldly, "I'm not from Daliang, I'm from the west of Kunlun."

"Keep your eyes open, do you know how these people died?"

Habug, who had been dragged for several feet, could no longer hold on. The moment the swordsman let go, he suddenly fell to the ground like a hill, sat on the ground reluctantly, and covered his wrist with his clothes.

"Haha, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, he is a person with an inch of grass... Then this is still a misunderstanding, it's okay, I enjoyed this fight!" Habug breathed rapidly, and seemed not to care about his injury.Yet he was covered in blood from the knees down.

"However, since you are an inch-grass person, why do you care about the life and death of these five Liang people?" Habug asked.

"The one opposite you is my old friend." The swordsman said concisely.

Harburg looked up.At this time, the few small corpses in the stable were completely buried, but opposite him, there were two beams spanning each other, which happened to reveal a space to accommodate the corpse of the woman below.

The height at which he was sitting at the moment was just right for him to see the woman's two straight legs and the belly with a small section of intestines exposed.

"White Wolf." He said indifferently, "This is the will of the saint, and these people should feel honored."

Seeing that the swordsman was silent, he knew he was unhappy, so he sneered, "People from Xiliang, I never thought that your bones would be weak even after you have been subjugated for more than 20 years. You are wasting time without thinking about tonight's big event. Pity these people here." Lowly Liang people!"

However, after finishing speaking, the swordsman shook his head, and said lightly, "Since it is the will of the saint, I have nothing to say. This, continue." The swordsman looked down at him and threw down a palm-sized porcelain bottle .

"Hmph." Habug didn't thank him, and didn't worry about the swordsman poisoning him at all. He just poured the powder from the porcelain bottle on the wound, grinning in pain.

"What about the rest of you?"

"According to the order of the saint, I went to the southwest." Habug paused, "The fog has lasted for almost an hour, and you should have found that person soon."

"I seriously injured you, will you saints blame me?"

"The saint is the daughter of the sky and the mother of the earth. She brings wind and rain to the earth, and at the same time brings thunder and lightning to the sinners. How can she care about such a small matter. She just came to bless the soldiers. Witness our victory." Habug said in a nonchalant tone, as if he was quite displeased with this question.

"Is this heavy fog summoned by the saint? Is she here too?"

"That's right." Haburg nodded, "The power of the saint, as you can see—"

"I saw the white wolf just now, and I think it's the one that brought you here. I'm just curious, how she summons the fog out of thin air."

"Out of thin air? This is divine power! The subjugated people of Xiliang, the saint of our Northern Wilderness is not you and other mortals!" Habug didn't hide his anger, and said indiscriminately. After finishing speaking, he felt a little regretful.

He straightened his face, "What about you, why are you delaying here, Xiliang people?"

"I said, the one opposite you is an old friend of mine. I happened to pass by and saw her dead. You barged in again. I thought you were in ambush here."

Seeing that the blood had almost stopped, Habug said: "So, since there is a misunderstanding and each has important matters, we will not delay. The fight tonight is a secret between you and me, no matter which one of you ends up Whether it is successful or not, no third person will know about the affairs between us."

The swordsman gave a low hum, glanced at the courtyard again, and disappeared into the fog.

In just a few seconds after the swordsman left, the thick fog above Habug's head cleared a little, and the moonlight passed through the thin fog and fell on the courtyard.

Pure saint.Habug nodded and closed his eyes. While praying for her blessing and protection, he tore off a long hem and tied it around the wound on his calf.

The wound was already bleeding, and the Jinchuang medicine given to him by the Xiliang swordsman was a rare treasure.

He squinted his eyes, and couldn't help but wonder how much money those people in Xiliang still hid.The Xiliang royal family, which was at the end of their battles for many years, ended up losing their entire family under the sword of Emperor Liang. He was only six years old that year, but he still remembers that when the news came, his mother's face was serious. For a long time, I didn't finish the oil tea in my hand.

They all felt that the next goal of Daliang was the Northern Wilderness. However, the new emperor of Daliang did not choose to release Ma Nanshan. In the past 20 years, he has focused on maintaining the stability of Xiliang and suppressing the pirates in the East Sea.

People in the Northern Wilderness believe that this is the blessing of the gods and saints.

He put his weight on the other unimpeded leg, struggled to stand up, and walked out of the alley. Relying on his memory, he followed the way he came, and groped for a thing on the side of the street. With a slight shake, a white lantern manifested in his hand.

This is also something blessed by the saint. With these white lanterns, the fog will not be a hidden danger for them, and the people of the Northern Wilderness will be able to recognize each other.

He carried the white lantern, and after walking a dozen steps, the figure of the swordsman quietly appeared on the roof behind him, with an uncertain expression, whether it was worry or joy, he couldn't tell.

Shen Fang managed to get the word out just now by relying on the news he got from Dongliu in the Qiyun Tower tonight.

The heavy fog tonight has nothing to do with Wuxianglou. The swordsman named Dongliu is a member of the Xiliang gang, and he seems to be called "Cuncao".The actions of the people from the Northern Wilderness are to attack the west and cover up the conspiracy of the Xiliang gang.Their real purpose is not in the southwest.

The matter involved the Saintess of the Northern Wilderness and the survivors of Xiliang, Shen Fang thought with his toes, and he could think of their coming against Daliang.However, he has no idea what to do specifically.

What role does Zhuang Li play in this?Was it just because he recognized the signal from the people from the Northern Wilderness that he took the risk to inquire, or did he say that he was called by someone?

Looking for Zhuangli and those hidden Xiliang people in the mist is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack. At present, he dare not do anything but go back to Lianyun City to stay. His only way is to follow this big man from the Northern Wilderness to find the place where the saint is. .

Fight if you can beat it, watch it first if you can't beat it.It was obvious that neither she nor her white wolf were any kind.

Before leaving, he took one last look at the dilapidated ruins, and the face of the woman in his mind had become blurred.She turned out to be a slightly older member of this group of beggars, and she stole his money before, probably just to take care of these children.

And the five of them died silently in such a bizarre and cruel way in this night mist.But even if the fog cleared and daylight came, no one would pursue it.

Thinking of this, Shen Fang's eyes dimmed a bit, and he followed the lantern in front of him closely.