Mountains and Seas

Chapter 101: The knife is cold and the snow is cold

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The second year of Zhonghe, mid-October.

Lü Yongzhi, a famous demon in Yangzhou, and Bi Shiduo, a famous green general in Yangzhou, as well as their supporters, launched a fierce offensive and defensive battle in Jiangdu.

After three days of fierce fighting, the rebels lost nearly 10,000 guards but were unable to shake the city of Jiangdu in the slightest.

At this time, Yang Zaixing suddenly released news, claiming that Lu Yongzhi was poisoned and would definitely die within twenty days. The rebels' current brutal attacks were just a waste of manpower and were extremely stupid.

According to the rebel spies in Jiangdu, Lü Yongzhi was indeed bedridden, and all military affairs were controlled by Zhuge Yin and Zhang Shou, which confirmed what Yang Zaixing said. As a result, the rebels changed their aggressive momentum and the battle situation suddenly became calm.

They seemed unwilling to waste manpower and would wait until Lu Yongzhi passed away before making a decision.

Zhu Li and his companions did not participate in the siege. Most of the time they stayed in the big tent and occasionally went out for a walk.

During the period when the two sides were in a stalemate, one or two hundred mysterious people sneaked into Jiangdu, set several fires in Gao Pian's mansion, and after diverting the attention of the guards around the Worship Building, they sneaked into the Worship Building and stole most of the property there, burying them in various places in the city. This was done silently and secretly.

In Jiangdu city, more than 90% of the people were focused on the siege.

Even 80% of the guards garrisoning around the worship building were withdrawn, and a big fire in Gao Pian's mansion again lured away most of the guards, making the ghost warriors' action a complete success.

Zhu Li was very happy when he received the news of the Ghost Warrior's success. He was so excited that he planned to go out for a walk.

The night has not yet fallen and the sky is full of stars.

Countless crystal snowflakes are falling and floating in the air. Next year should be a good year. Is the auspicious snow a sign of a good harvest? Zhu Li thought sincerely.

The night in Jiangdu is beautiful. After the snow falls, Jiangdu is like a beautiful woman as pure as ice and jade, showing an intoxicating charm everywhere. Before he knew it, Zhu Li was more than ten miles away from the camp.

This time Zhu Li was just relaxing, and he didn't have anyone to accompany him. He believed that there must be ghost warriors following him in secret, so his safety should be safe.

Little do we know that danger always comes unexpectedly when people are most relaxed.

A strange ghost warrior appeared in front of Zhu Li. Unlike other ghost warriors, this one was wearing a white robe, a long sword on his waist, and a bamboo hat on his head. He walked towards Zhu Li slowly.

Facing this person, Zhu Li felt very surprised. The ghost warriors were all dressed in black, and very few wore white robes, not to mention that this person was wearing a bamboo hat.

Could it be that this person had just completed a mission and had not had time to change clothes? Zhu Li guessed.

The man walked up to Zhu Li and said without reason, "It's snowing. General, please look at this endless white snow all over the sky. What does it look like?"

Zhu Li was stunned when he heard this, and his body instantly straightened. He said calmly: "Thousands of mountains covered with snow and the earth covered in silver seem to be the most like a funeral, an unusually grand funeral. Is that what you think, sir?"

"Hahaha, great minds think alike. Zhou thinks so too." The man laughed and agreed. Then he changed the subject and said, "If this funeral is for you, General, is it significant enough

Woolen cloth?"

Zhu Li glanced at the other party and said coldly: "You are very confident. Can't this funeral be paved for the purpose of commemorating you?"

"Of course not." The visitor was very proud and answered decisively, and then asked curiously: "Zhou just didn't change his clothes, why did the general see the flaw at a glance?"

"Haha, I'm sorry I can't tell you about this question. You were able to kill a Fire Ghost Guard silently, which shows that you are very skilled. Please tell me your name. My brother's death will not be in vain." Zhu Li refused with indignation and murderous intent. Every secret organization has their own unique way of identification. Why should he tell others? Moreover, this person dared to attack and kill his subordinates, and he has been included in the list of people who must be killed.

The visitor seemed very confident. After asking questions to no avail, he said calmly, "Secretary General, Zhou Chenghui."

"Are you here to kill me?" Zhu Li asked knowingly.

"good."

"Last time at Wangwu Mountain, there were sixty or seventy of you, but you failed. Now you are alone, are you so confident that you can kill me?" Zhu Li said indifferently.

"When a group of sheep attack a wolf, it's just the sheep falling into the wolf's mouth; when a tiger deals with a wolf, it can be easily captured." Zhou Chenghui raised his head, his eyes were very bright and his expression was calm. He didn't feel that he was bragging at all.

Comparing Zhu Li to a wolf and himself to a tiger, it is natural that he is extremely confident in himself.

Without further ado, Zhu Li slowly drew out his long sword and looked at Zhou Chenghui calmly, with endless murderous intent, pointing the long sword diagonally at the ground, ready to take action.

The sword Zhu Li is using now was also recast. It is of standard Tang sword style, but few people can wield it. The sword is five feet long, no more, no less, with a three-foot blade and a two-foot handle, and weighs one hundred and eight pounds.

Zhou Chenghui also stopped talking. With a "clang" sound, the long sword at his waist was unsheathed, pointing forward, vertically towards Zhu Li.

His knife was very thin, but silver-white as snow. He was wearing a white robe, and even his belt was silver-white. Standing in this snowy world, people who were not paying attention might very likely ignore the long knife in his hand.

Invisibly, the energy flow pulled the biting cold wind even stronger, and the robes of both men were rustling in the wind.

This is a top master. Zhu Li feels that although he does not face the same oppressive feeling as Li Cunxiao, he also poses a fatal crisis to him. It is a pity that such a talented person is willing to be a minion of a eunuch dog. It is really a pity.

"ah"

Zhu Li shouted loudly and suddenly drew his knife. The knife was as fast as silk and cut through the gust of wind in an instant, slashing towards Zhou Chenghui's neck.

Facing Zhu Li's sword, Zhou Chenghui felt pressure for the first time in his life. Before the sword arrived, the momentum was surging like a rolling wave. Facing the opponent's sword, he felt like he was standing under a huge wave.

Being in the middle of it, you will feel like a small boat that may capsize at any time. The opponent is stronger and more ferocious than described in the information, Zhou Cheng thought to himself darkly.

Frightened, any trace of underestimation he had in mind was completely thrown away. Zhou Chenghui held the long sword upside down in his right hand, with the handle on top and the tip of the sword facing down, and swung it in a semicircle from right to left. In an instant, it covered the left side of his body.

At the same time, Zhou Chenghui put his left arm close to the back of the knife, and used both hands to exert force to meet Zhu Li's knife. Facing such a master, if he wanted to kill the enemy, he must first find out the opponent's strength. Now, he wanted to measure Zhu Li's strength.

"Bang"

Zhu Li didn't feel anything when the two swords collided. Ever since the Classic of Mountains and Seas blessed him with the strange beast Luwu, his strength has changed beyond recognition. He believes that his strength is not much worse than that of Li Cunxiao.

However, Zhou Chenghui felt differently. He had an illusion that what was coming towards him was not a long sword, but a towering pillar, sweeping across with such overwhelming power that it almost suffocated him.

He tried hard to make himself an immovable reef, but unfortunately he failed. Driven by that force, Zhou Chenghui's feet suddenly slipped. With a "swish" sound, he and his sword slid backwards several meters before he barely stopped.

"What a powerful force! It seems that the general's reputation as the bravest among the three armies is well deserved." After being knocked back by Zhu Li's sword, Zhou Chenghui steadied himself and praised sincerely.

"You are no mediocre person. So far, you are the third person who can withstand my full-strength attack." Zhu Li reciprocated the courtesy and praised the other party sincerely. However, what he said was also true. Apart from his master Wu Dao and Li Cunxiao who almost beat him to death, Zhou Chenghui was indeed the third person who could fight him head-on.

Unfortunately, this man is not a brave warrior on the battlefield. Although it was just one strike, Zhu Li could tell that he was a martial arts master who had seen so many assassins. He was no stranger to this kind of method of using the opponent's force to counter attack and using small and lingering tactics.

Zhu Li's men did not stop as he praised. As soon as the sword fell, he quickly pursued and raised the long sword again. The sword light was cold and drew an arc, and he chopped towards Zhou Chenghui's neck from the right side again. He seemed to have a special liking for chopping people's necks, perhaps he was led astray by his master Wu Dao. In the past, merits were all awarded based on the number of heads killed.

Zhou Chenghui obviously knew that Zhu Li was no match for him. If he continued to fight back against the second blow, he would be a fool. He simply stepped back with his left foot, tilted his head back, and bent his body backward into a bow shape. In an extremely impossible posture, he barely avoided Zhu Li's domineering blow.

Before Zhu Li's sword had finished falling, Zhou Chenghui's body suddenly bounced up, bent backwards, and instantly straightened. He took advantage of the situation and slashed through the air, slashing towards Zhu Li's forehead like a galaxy falling from the sky.

He exploded suddenly and at an extremely fast speed. The moment he avoided Zhu Li's attack, he swung his sword at the same time. His move was sharp, precise and decisive, and he controlled every moment of the moment to perfection.

Zhu Li's sword was old, and it was obviously too late for him to turn the sword to save himself. Facing Zhou Chenghui's sharp and fatal sword, Zhu Li remained calm. He lightly lifted his left foot, twisted his right foot slightly, and turned his body to the side. Zhou Chenghui's long sword was just against the tip of his nose, and it chopped down and fell into empty space.

Without waiting for the opponent to change the direction of the long sword, Zhu Li's left foot, which had not yet landed, quickly moved backwards and to the right, forming a cross step, and landed on the ground. At the same time, his body turned sharply, using the momentum of turning and twisting his waist to mobilize the strength of his feet, legs, and waist. He suddenly swung the sword, cutting across the void, drawing a graceful arc, and completing a 270-degree horizontal cut in an instant, quickly slashing Zhou Chenghui's neck.

Zhou Chenghui's first strike failed and before he could change his moves, he heard the sound of wind whistling behind his head. It was obvious that Zhu Li was going to chop him again.