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"I've always heard that the Lei family of the Thunderbolt Hall in Jiangnan has the best firearms in the world, but I didn't expect that your internal strength is also amazing, that you could hold my bound-clothes sword with your bare hands," Yue Ji exclaimed.
Lei Wujie let out a heavy sigh: "I've seen your sword, but you haven't seen my fists yet." He clenched his fists, a surge of heat rose from his body, and with a roar, he threw a punch at Yue Ji.
The punch was extremely powerful and fierce. Before the fist even reached her, the snow behind Yueji had already been scattered.
"It's the Lei family's Wufang Fist. The energy arrives before the fist. It is said that Lei Lie, the third leader of the Lei family, once injured the head of the Murong family from ten meters away, using this fist technique..." Xiao Se was also full of admiration. Although Lei Wujie looked young, his skill in fist techniques was already extraordinary.
At this moment, Yueji dodged the fist and leaped into the air. She raised the Shuyi Sword, and the silver blade suddenly shone brightly under the moonlight. Everyone present couldn't help but want to cover their eyes. The Shuyi Sword seemed to melt into the moonlight. Yueji raised the sword and smiled lightly, her beauty unparalleled.
"No wonder her name is Yue Ji," Xiao Se thought to himself.
Lei Wujie also looked up at the cold moonlight. The moonlight condensed on the sword in an instant, and then scattered in all directions!
"That's not light, it's a sword!" Mo Xiaohei hurriedly reminded him.
At that moment, Lei Wujie leaped out of the temple gate, followed closely by several beams of moonlight. Lei Wujie wildly swung his fists in the temple courtyard, creating a circle that deftly blocked the moonlight. From a distance, it looked as if Lei Wujie was dancing wildly under a blanket of moonlight.
At this moment, several Moon Maidens appeared in the courtyard. Some danced with swords on the ground, while others soared in the sky bathing in the moonlight. Some even raised their swords to stab Lei Wujie from a meter away. The silver light of the bound-clothes sword in their hands shone, but no matter what they did, they could not break the circle that Lei Wujie danced.
"Moon Princess, let's go." The Underworld Lord shouldered the giant blade in his hand and suddenly walked slowly towards the courtyard.
Tsukihime nodded, sheathed her sword, and wrapped it back around her clothes.
"Hey, why are you leaving so suddenly?" Lei Wujie asked, puzzled, reaching out to grab Minghou.
Minghou suddenly turned around, and slashed horizontally at Lei Wujie with the giant blade in his hand.
Lei Wujie had never encountered such a sword aura before. It was as if a thousand troops were charging towards him, carrying unparalleled momentum and domineering power. Lei Wujie had no doubt that this sword could easily cut a person in half at the waist. It was not as gentle and dangerous as Yue Ji's sword aura just now. It was an unreasonable danger, very direct, but leaving people nowhere to hide and nowhere to defend. The only way to break it was...
The only option is an even stronger attack!
Without hesitation, Lei Wujie thrust out with both fists. The force of his fists collided with the giant blade, and Lei Wujie was pushed back three steps. He felt his chest churning with anger, and after trying to calm himself down, he still coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The Marquis of the Underworld stood motionless, merely glancing indifferently at Lei Wujie before turning and walking away. Yue Ji followed behind him, disappearing from sight in a few leaps.
Mo Xiaohei frowned: "Strange, why did Minghou and Yueji suddenly leave?"
Xiao Se stood up lazily, took out a small bottle from his pocket, poured out a white pill, and tossed it to Lei Wujie, who was still in a daze: "Whose knife do you dare to take?"
Lei Wujie simply accepted the pill in a daze, his eyes vacant. He was still recalling the power of that slash. He had never seen such a slash before. It was as if that slash had cleaved a hole in his world, and in those 1.9 holes, he saw a completely new world.
"Stop spacing out. That man in black standing over there," Xiao Se sighed helplessly, "Did you leave something in the backyard? Someone sneaked in there. I think Minghou and Yueji probably don't want anyone else to benefit from this..."
Before Xiao Se could finish speaking, Mo Xiaohei had already rushed towards the backyard.
Xiao Se picked up Lei Wujie's long package from the ground and threw it at Lei Wujie.
Lei Wujie caught the package and, regaining his composure, asked, "What's wrong?"
"Follow him!" Xiao Se kicked him. "Aren't we looking for Snow Moon City? One of the Eight Young Masters of Bei Li is right in front of us. If we don't follow him, are we just going to wander around aimlessly with you!"
"Oh, right!" Lei Wujie suddenly realized and hurriedly ran to the backyard.
The two ran to the backyard, only to find Mo Xiaohei already standing on the canopy of the carriage, with fragments of knives and several corpses scattered all around.
Mo Xiaohei said disdainfully, "Some scum, only dare to do petty theft."
The other two ignored him completely. At this moment, the horse pulling the cart had its throat slit and was lying in a pool of blood. The goods inside the cart slid out and fell into the snow, revealing their shape.
It was a coffin, a golden coffin!
Xiao Se stepped forward, completely ignoring the fact that Mo Xiaohei's fingertips were already touching his neck. He carelessly touched the golden coffin and the exquisitely carved patterns on it. After a long while, he exclaimed and exclaimed, "It's pure gold, definitely not gilded. This is a coffin made entirely of pure gold!"
"It's worth a lot of money!" He nodded, drawing his final conclusion.
Chapter 79 Have you ever heard of the name Ye Dingzhi? Legends of the Martial World
"We've never met, and you trust us like this?" Xiao Se huddled in his fox fur coat, leaning lazily against the carriage.
Mo Xiaohei sat opposite him and shook his head: "I don't believe you, I only believe him." He pointed outside.
At this moment, Lei Wujie, dressed in a light red robe, was baring his chest and driving his horse vigorously against the wind and snow. If you could see him from the front, you would see a young man with a smile on his face, as if he were driving a carriage in the warm spring breeze, feeling as if he had found the spring of life.
“I agree with your assessment.” Xiao Se sighed. “Although this kid is skilled in martial arts, he’s not very bright. He can’t lie to people.”
Tang Lian lowered the curtain, blocking out the wind and snow: "And what about you?"
"Me? I used my two finest Night Horses to haul your goods, and you still don't believe me?" Xiao Se said, dissatisfied.
"Uncle-Master, ignore him!" Lei Wujie, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. "He's just a horse trader. We traveled with him the whole way, and apart from praising his horses, I never heard him say anything else."
Mo Xiaohei pondered for a moment before slowly speaking: "Brother Lei, you haven't officially joined the family yet, oh, no, you haven't formally become a disciple yet. As for the title of 'Master Uncle'... I think you don't need to be in such a hurry to address me."
"Yes, Uncle-Master!" Lei Wujie gave the reins a sharp jerk, and the two horses quickened their pace, kicking up a trail of snow and wind.
Mo Xiaohei could only sigh helplessly.
"Speaking of which, you really don't know what's in this coffin?" Xiao Se patted the golden coffin beside him.
Mo Xiaohei shook his head: "Junior brother didn't tell me. He just asked me to transport it to Snow Moon City and said something else to me."
"What?"
"Whatever you do, don't try to open this coffin." Mo Xiaohei slapped Xiao Se's hand off the coffin.
"What could possibly warrant the personal escort of Mo Chen, one of the Eight Young Masters of Bei Li?"
Xiao Se became increasingly curious. Most of the world's top experts had disappeared without a trace, yet now a top expert at the Great Freedom Realm was escorting 23 golden coffins.
It's really too bizarre!
"Don't be interested in it. I've already encountered more than a dozen assassins along the way. So many people are interested in what's inside. Owning it is a very dangerous thing."
"Your injuries were inflicted by those assassins?"
"Just minor injuries. Those assassins weren't trash; many were experts at the Free and Unfettered Realm," Mo Xiaohei said in a deep voice.
Xiao Se felt a chill run down his spine and asked again, "Where do we go next?"
"Naturally, it's Snowmoon City."
.....
On the vast desert, another group of people is galloping wildly.
Everyone was wrapped in a black cloak with a hood, and the leader had his face covered with a black cotton towel.
Leader Xiaoshuoqun 852 glanced ahead and suddenly pulled 1042 to the bottom of 78's Purple Swallow.
"Senior brother, have we arrived yet?" The people around him hurriedly pulled on their horses, and one of them pulled up his hood, revealing a young face: "This journey has really exhausted me."
The chief ignored him, instead taking out a parchment scroll from his robes. After opening it and examining it closely against the contours of the mountains and rivers before him, he nodded slightly and said, "This is it. We'll reach our destination in about five more miles."
"Senior brother, is that thing really that important? This whole journey, day and night, has exhausted me." The young man stepped forward and asked.
"Have you ever heard of the name Ye Dingzhi?" the leader asked.
"Senior brother, don't tease me. Even if I'm not the best, how could I not have heard of the Demonic Sect Leader? Twenty years ago, the Demonic Sect launched an eastern expedition and almost conquered half of Beili. It's said that back then, just shouting 'Ye Dingzhi is here!' at a six-year-old child would scare him to tears. Which of us didn't grow up listening to stories about Ye Dingzhi? Although he's a demon, he's also a once-in-a-millennium genius in the martial world," the young man laughed.
"Twelve years ago, the Demonic Cult launched its eastern expedition. Ye Dingzhi fought his way to the Tianqi Imperial City, battling against countless masters along the way without encountering a worthy opponent. He then voluntarily entered the Bagua Seal. Although the Demonic Cult still had the strength to fight back, their leader had already been sealed. So they made an agreement with the Central Plains martial arts world that they would never set foot in Beili again," the leader said.
“I know that, it’s the Pact of Locking Rivers and Mountains! It’s a story that street storytellers have gotten tired of telling.” The young man interjected.
"Yes, but the world has changed drastically, so this agreement is naturally broken." The leader seemed unhurried as he spoke slowly.
"So that thing is..." The young man had a bad feeling.
"It's the seal of Ye Dingzhi, the leader of the Demonic Sect." The leader looked ahead: "The Demonic Sect wanted to take back the seal, and they almost succeeded, but Li Hanyi snatched it back."
"So what is our purpose?" The young man frowned.
"Naturally, we will escort the seal to Wushuang City. This time, we cannot let Xueyue City snatch it away. Before Xueyue City was established, our Wushuang City was truly unparalleled in the world. But now? The old men are holding their breath, and we will fight to win back that pride in our generation," the leader said in a deep voice.
"That's Li Hanyi, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal! Can we really snatch something from her?" the young man asked, his eyes wide.
The leader shook his head: "Li Hanyi naturally wouldn't have much time to escort the seal. She just left after snatching it back. We don't need to deal with her."
"We've traveled for three days and three nights, and now we're only five miles from our destination, yet I've stopped to say these words to you. Do you know why?"
"Senior brother is always unfathomable; junior brother can't figure him out." The young man scratched his head.
"Although I'm reluctant to admit it, Master said you are the most talented person in Wushuang City in the last hundred years. If Wushuang City wants to regain its title as the number one in the world, it can only rely on you. Therefore, in this battle, your senior brother hopes you will go all out." The leader pulled on the reins and shouted to the crowd behind him, "Full speed ahead!"
After saying that, he flicked the reins and rode away in a cloud of dust.
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly cracked his whip. His horsemanship didn't seem to be very good. He had always been at the back of the group before, and it took him a lot of effort to finally catch up.
Seeing the young man panting heavily, the leader frowned and asked, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"
"I just want to ask, why didn't you tell me before we left? Why did you only tell me when we were almost there?" the young man asked, panting.
"Senior brother..." The leader looked at the young man's confused expression, and recalling his junior brother's usual behavior, sighed, "I'm afraid you'll forget on the way..."
"I see. That makes sense!" The young man looked as if he had just realized something.
The leader turned his head and sighed heavily in his heart: Is my Wushuang City's century-old foundation really going to rely on such an idiot?
......
In the land of Western Shu, there is a city that is said to have gathered all the greatest talents in the world and possessed the wealth of an enemy state. It is unparalleled in the world and is called the Peerless City.
A century ago, Western Shu was destroyed by Northern Li. Although Wushuang City survived by chance, it lost most of its fortune. Later, although it subsided, it slowly recovered 80% of its prestige. But then, a new city, Xueyue City, appeared in the martial arts world. Even prestigious families like the Tang Clan and Lei Family Fort sent their disciples to study under it, and twelve years ago, it thwarted the Demonic Sect's ambition to conquer the east. The current city lord of Wushuang City, Song Yanhui, is known as "One Sword Can Cut Water, A Thousand Rivers Can Be Stopped," but he has fought Li Hanyi, the second master of Xueyue City, three times and was defeated each time. Wushuang City is still called Wushuang City, but no one dares to mention the words "Unparalleled Under Heaven" anymore.
"Wushuang City is getting involved in this mess too?" Mo Xiaohei stepped forward, coldly staring at the person in front of him who was wearing a black veil.
The man with the black veil dismounted, threw off his black cloak, and held a silver spear in his hand: "How clear of water has Snowmoon City waded through this time?"
"You want to block our way?" Mo Xiaohei smiled disdainfully.
The leader pointed his spear at the carriage: "We just want that thing."
"What if I don't give it to you?" Mo Xiaohei's pupils contracted slightly.
The leader sneered, "Then let's fight."
"Lu Yuzhai, the eldest disciple of Wushuang City, please enlighten me," the leader said in a deep voice, holding his spear.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
Just as both sides drew their weapons, a sound suddenly came from the west.
"end!"
Everyone turned around suddenly.
But then a long, dark golden spear came from the west, slicing through the sky for thousands of miles, its sound like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger.
The Wushuang City side hurriedly retreated, as the force of that spear strike far exceeded their cultivation level; all they could do was avoid its sharp edge.
The spear was planted between the two sides, and a ravine several tens of feet long instantly appeared, blocking the two groups of people.
"Who!" Lu Yuzhai shouted angrily.
"Me." A soft voice answered him, and a figure in black drifted in from afar, landing steadily on the long spear.
Mo Xiaohei's face lit up with surprise: "Junior Brother Sikong!"
The man in black turned back and glanced at Lu Yuzhai: "Just now you asked me who I was?"
Lu Yuzhai could not suppress the fear in his heart. His silver spear kept whistling, but he could not utter a single word.
"You don't recognize me? But do you recognize this gun?" the man in black asked again, his tone still indifferent.
Lu Yuzhai felt as if he were being crushed by a thousand pounds of force, making it extremely difficult to even breathe. Finally, he couldn't help but roar and swung his spear fiercely. In just one swing...
Broken inch by inch!
Lu Yuzhai retreated violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood with each step he took. He retreated for thirty steps before finally stopping with the help of his junior brother, Wushuang.
"Do you still want to ask who I am?" The man in black stood atop the spear, looking down at him from afar.
Lei Wujie was dumbfounded, with only one thought in his mind: Is this... even human?
Xiao Se turned around and looked at the black-clad man standing on the ebony spear, his expression serious: "Lei Wujie, don't you love listening to stories of the martial world? You must remember this person. Even if you have met top-notch masters like Shen Jingzhou of the Wind and Snow Sword and Wang Rensun of the Shattered Void Blade before, you can forget them, but you must remember this person."
"No matter how well those people wield their swords or how skillfully they use their knives, they can only earn the title of 'one of the best'."
"This person is different. He is not just one of them, he is number one."
"The world's number one gun user."
"Gun Immortal, Sikong Changfeng."
In the martial arts world, some enthusiasts like to compile martial arts rankings and weapon lists, listing famous figures from the martial arts world one by one. Over time, various titles have emerged. In the category of lightsabers, there are titles such as Sword Saint, Sword God, Sword King, Sword Overlord, Sword Marquis, Sword Emperor, Sword Ghost, and Sword Master. Other weapons are similar.
But there is one word that these busybodies dare not easily bestow, and that is the word "immortal". Those who can be called immortals are already almost legendary figures in the martial arts world.