Under Zhou Yi's astonished gaze, thousands of sword energies surged out and engulfed the soul-stealing figure in the blink of an eye.
The whole audience was horrified. They never expected that even Soul-Snatching, who used the Fourteenth Deadly Sword, was no match for Thousand Cups of Wine.
Zhou Yi was also horrified, because his opponent was not the "Soul Stealer" at all, so where was the real "Soul Stealer"
call!
But at this moment, Dielianhua suddenly began to vibrate strangely again. Although the sword edge was vibrating, everything that was originally moving suddenly stopped. Even the air covering the entire world trembled in an instant!
There are no words to describe this situation, only one word, a very simple word - death!
No change, no life! This sword brings only death! Only "death" is the end of everything, the real end!
The water dries up, changes are exhausted, life ends, and all things perish!
This is the true essence of the "Thirteen Deadly Swords"! This is the real deadly sword!
The monstrous sword intent of the Fifteen Deadly Swords suddenly disappeared in a flash, and in the blink of an eye it suddenly vanished without a trace. Except for a peerless swordsman like Zhou Yi who transcends the mortal world, ordinary people, even the martial arts masters who dominate a region, would never be able to detect this moment. The real Fifteen Deadly Swords actually burst into the world!
What shocked Zhou Yi even more was that the sword appeared not on the long street, on the "soul-stealing" corpse, but on the Songhe Tower not far away.
An inexplicable feeling of fear began to grow wildly in Zhou Yi's heart, as if the feeling of being played around by Wu Chongye in Luoyang Divine Capital resurfaced!
Who is in Songhe Tower at this time
Murong Chunqiu? Yan Fengwu? Or... .
Zhou Yi did not stop at all, his body turned into a sharp arrow and shot straight into Songhe Tower. At this moment, everyone who was immersed in the event of drinking thousands of cups without getting drunk and killing "Dupo" finally came to their senses and followed him closely. A group of masters from Xiaoxiang Pavilion who had gone downstairs to guard the four directions rushed out and chased Zhou Yi into Songhe Tower one by one.
Bang!
Zhou Yi broke into the room through the window, and the scene that came into his sight made him feel dizzy and almost collapsed... ...
There was no longer any life in the spacious box of Songhe Tower. Murong Chunqiu, who was known as the best martial artist in the world, the best literary talent in the world, the best in ingenious strategies in the world, and the best in marching and arranging troops in the world, was actually... dead
There were two corpses on the left and right. Murong Chunqiu and his wife Yan Fengwu fell to the ground one after another, with expressions of incredible shock on their faces.
Both of them had a tiny, barely noticeable sword wound on their chest. The wound was not small, but not a drop of blood flowed out, which shows how incredibly fast the murderer's swordsmanship was.
"Ah! Pavilion Master... Madam..."
Several wailing sounds came from behind Zhou Yi. The Four Swordsmen of Xiaoxiang and other masters had already rushed into the box. Seeing this scene, they were all shocked and at a loss. They rushed to Murong Chunqiu and Yan Fengwu one after another.
"You can't get drunk even if you drink a lot of wine. You bastard, you actually dared to kill our Pavilion Master. I, Luo Ri, will fight you to the death!"
"Ah...no...I..." Zhou Yi, who was still immersed in the news of Murong Chunqiu's death, suddenly heard Luo Ri's roar and immediately opened his mouth to defend himself.
But before Zhou Yi could finish his words, the surging and powerful Ziwu sword had already crashed down!
Among the four Xiaoxiang swords, Luo Ri, the 'Ziwu Sword', was born in the true teaching of the Demon Sect. He practiced Ziwu Gang and Renbing sword techniques and was good at the move of Jian Gang Tong Liu. This 'Jian Gang Tong Liu' is a martial art that combines the two unique internal skills of the Taoist ancestor, 'Ziwu Gang' and 'Renbing Sword Technique', and is performed with the sect's treasured sword Ziwu Sword. The sword energy is sharp, domineering, gloomy and strange. The disadvantage is that since the founding of the sect, except for the founder Changmei Laodao, no one can perfectly combine Ziwu Gang and Renbing Sword Technique. Once the flaw of Jian Gang Diversion is discovered, it will be in danger of life and death.
Although Luo Ri's Ziwu Gang had been practiced to the eighteenth level at this time, the realm of sword and sword flow was still in the state of spirit separation rather than spirit turbulence. In the eyes of a peerless swordsman like Zhou Yi, it was naturally full of flaws, but he dodged them cleanly with his body movements.
Zhou Yi dodged Luo Ri's sword moves, sorted out his thoughts, and shouted: "I didn't kill Murong Chunqiu. He and I got along well from the first sight, and I wanted to help him become the leader of the Central Plains martial arts world. How could I kill him?"
"If it's not you, who else could it be? You dare to quibble when you've caught him red-handed?" The handsome young man who had a long-standing grudge against Zhou Yi also rushed over wielding the Golden Snake Sword. Behind him, Dugu Cheng, the drunken boxer 'Wang Wudi', the Xishan Twin Swords, the four great generals of the Murong family, and other Xiaoxiang Pavilion masters also joined the sword circle that besieged Zhou Yi.
Wutong Ye was the only one who remained calm. He held his sword with one hand and shouted to Zhou Yi, "I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. You said it wasn't you, then who did it?"
"It's soul-stealing!" At this time, Zhou Yi was facing the siege of dozens of top martial artists in the world today, and blurted out without thinking.
"Absurd!" Luo Ri, who was wielding the Ziwu Sword, roared angrily, "Just now in the duel, our Duopo brothers died under your sword. This is already known to the world. You are actually pushing the disaster onto a dead man. You are such a mean person!"
The pretty young man also shouted loudly: "Everyone knows that you can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk and your martial arts are unmatched in the world. You are one of the eight half-step broken masters in the world! Apart from you, who else can kill our Pavilion Master and his wife with one sword!"
"Wutong Ye, don't waste time talking to him, kill him quickly and avenge our Pavilion Master!" Dugu Cheng used the Holy Spirit Sword Technique in his backhand and turned to shout at the Wutong Ye master next to him.
Wutong Ye was quickly convinced by the rapid-fire persuasion of several people. He gritted his teeth, drew his sword and attacked Zhou Yi while shouting!
"That's right. This villain has killed our Xiaoxiang Pavilion Master, his wife, and Brother Duopo in succession today. All of us in Xiaoxiang Pavilion will drink with you until we are drunk and die!"
"Yes! Fight till death!"
"Undying—Unending—"
The deafening roar was like a surge of rage that was held back in everyone's heart. It shook the entire city of Suzhou in an instant. It was a pressure that was more dignified than murderous intent.
Outside the Songhe Tower, the still confused people heard the earth-shaking roar, and looked up at the towering Songhe Tower in confusion and fear, not knowing what was happening over there.
"boom!"
Zhou Yi swung his sword across the air, almost destroying all the windows on the second floor of Songhe Tower, and then jumped out of the building.
Afterwards, the almost crazy people from Xiaoxiang Pavilion chased after him one after another, using the Ziwu Sword Aura, the Golden Snake Sword Technique, the Huifeng Wuliu Sword Technique, the Yizi Dianjian, the Kuangfeng Fast Sword, the Drunken Fist... all kinds of martial arts skills came up and greeted Zhou Yi in an overwhelming manner.
"You can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Even if your martial arts skills are as high as the sky, we will demand your captivity in Suzhou today!"
Buzz!
A long-dormant aura seeped out from the Butterfly Flower in Zhou Yi's sheath. He could no longer bear it, so why should he endure it any longer
"Want to know how high the sky is? Well, come on!" (To be continued)