Looking at the Night Demon standing there quietly, his eyes were full of mysterious charm like black gems, and the few strands of white on his temples made people feel a kind of maturity that had been through the vicissitudes of life. In his hand, he held the scimitar that flashed with a cold glow and was like a full moon. Just standing there, people felt a sense of awe.
Different from the previous sharp and aggressive aura, it was replaced by an extremely restrained and extraordinary temperament that gradually returned to the state of simplicity and nature. In this respect, there was even a hint of Song Wen's flavor.
"Ha! Old Ye, you little bastard, you're not dead yet?"
"Tsk! I can definitely live longer than you. When you die, I'll burn paper for you!"
With a loud laugh, Night Demon sheathed his sword with a clang. He then walked forward and grasped Zhou Yi's outstretched hand.
The two palms were clasped together powerfully, and at that moment, the two people present seemed to feel the fiery soul in each other's chest through the warmth of their palms.
This sudden scene made the disciples of the Western Rakshasa Sect and the members of the escort team look confused. How could Ye Mo and Zhou Yi, the two leading figures of each of their respective groups, become good brothers drinking beer together in the blink of an eye
"I haven't seen you for so long. How did you end up in the Western Rakshasa Sect? It seems you're still a small leader. Are you living a good life?" Zhou Yi asked with a smile.
"Hey, I knew you had the most problems!" Ye Mo also smiled, took out the wine bag from his waist, and threw it into Zhou Yi's arms.
"Look at me. I'm holding the Western Rakshasa Demon Cult's sacred weapon - the Crescent Moon Scimitar, and I'm practicing the sect's number one sword technique - the Divine Sword Slash! If you say I have nothing to do with the Western Rakshasa Demon Cult, would you believe me?"
"Oh? Then may I ask what position you hold in the Western Rakshasa Demon Cult?"
“Hehe!” Night Demon clasped his fists and laughed, “I am the second of the thirty-six heavenly warriors of the Western Rakshasa Sect, the Crescent Moon Scimitar, and I am Night Demon!”
“Alas!” Zhou Yi couldn’t help but shake his head, making a look of regret, and said: “Even a piece of trash like you can become the second of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals, I’m afraid! This Western Rakshasa Demon Sect is not that good!”
"I don't have time to chat with you. You should all be very clear about the struggle between the Saint and the Great Master. Since our Western Luosha Sect has decided to unite with the Great Ming Sect, the Saint must not return to the Great Ming Sect. This is our bottom line and it must not be changed!"
"As for the previous interception, it was all done by the Great Ming Zun Sect. This was the order of our Jade Sect Master. He hoped to use this incident to observe how powerful our Luosha Sect's ally is. However, the strength of your small Qiyan tribe is really unexpected, so this time our Luosha Sect is also ready to take action!"
Night Demon's expression gradually became solemn, staring into Zhou Yi's eyes, and said in deep thought. "... So, the saint behind you is in trouble now." Night Demon said, reaching out and patting Zhou Yi's shoulder.
"Oh? What do you mean?"
The Night Demon looked embarrassed and hesitated for a moment, then said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Perhaps you think I am exaggerating, but the strength of the Western Luosha Sect is far beyond the strength of any other gang, sect, or country in the world. The thirty-six heavenly generals and the seventy-two earthly demons are all top martial arts masters. No one can compare with them in terms of quantity or quality. And this is still not the most terrifying..."
The Night Demon looked straight into Zhou Yi's eyes, with a captivating power in his eyes. That kind of seriousness was something he had never seen from the Night Demon before, which made Zhou Yi have to be sure that what he said next was by no means sensationalism on the part of the Night Demon.
"As for my personal martial arts, in addition to the Divine Sword Slash, I have also mastered the "Great Compassion Ode to the Interaction of Heaven and Earth and Yin and Yang". After months of seclusion, I have completely integrated these two martial arts. If I fight Heavenly Sword Song Wen again, I dare not say that I will win, but I have at least a 50% chance of winning. I am afraid that the top players in the Central Plains, Yun Chongxiao, Murong Chunqiu, Xiao Qianjue, and you, are no more than comparable! But if I fight against the Jade Sect Master of my sect..."
The Night Demon's gaze suddenly became distant, as if he was immersed in some extremely terrifying memories, and a look of horror appeared on his face.
"I only lasted three moves..."
What
Zhou Yi's pupils instantly dilated to the extreme. How could the Night Demon who had mastered the Divine Sword Slash and Great Compassion Fu only last three moves? Damn, what kind of horrible and incredible martial arts attainment was that
Ye Molong pulled his head back, his tone lowered, "It's not that I didn't try my best, or for some reason or other, it's just that he's simply too strong, so strong that I don't even have the courage to practice drawing my sword..."
"... ... What kind of martial arts does Yu Luosha practice?" Even though they had never met, just from Ye Mo's words and expression, he could feel the incredible pressure like a mountain pressing down on his head. Zhou Yi shuddered and immediately found that the entire back of his shirt was soaked.
"I know nothing. It seems that every time you attack, you use completely different martial arts." Ye Mo shook his head, and then said seriously: "I am responsible for this ambush. I can let you go and send Bi Hongyao to Guangmingding, but don't do anything stupid in Daming Zunjiao, because if Master Yu takes action, then there will be no room for maneuver..."
"No one among you will survive..."
"Hmm..." After a few seconds of hesitation, Zhou Yi nodded solemnly, agreeing with Ye Mo's words, "Then please take care of yourself, Old Ye, and we'll meet again if we're lucky!"
"please!"
Zhou Yi didn't say a word of thanks, and Ye Mo didn't feel unhappy at all. The two of them clasped their fists to each other, and then parted ways, taking their own troops and embarking on an unknown future.
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After taking two or three days to rest and recover from the injuries caused by the continuous fighting, the escort team began to rush towards Guangmingding.
Perhaps because of the Night Demon, we really didn't encounter any enemies from the Great Ming Sect or the Western Rakshasa Sect on the rest of the journey, and the second half of the journey suddenly seemed leisurely.
The escort team was not particularly anxious, and they traveled leisurely along the way. Most of the time, the majestic wilderness of the northwest was always refreshing, and there were new insights every moment. Even if they occasionally encountered a few blind thieves, a good player in the team could easily solve the problem. This little fight was not even an appetizer.
Two days later, the escort team finally arrived at the First Line Gorge under Guangmingding. Looking at the towering Guangmingding in the distance, Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
"We're finally here!" (To be continued)