At this moment, everyone was feeling extremely upset.
You despicable villain, you just used a hidden weapon to severely injure a first-rate warrior and killed another first-rate warrior. Now you just pull out a sword and tell us that you are a swordsman
Go and fool the devil!
Do you think we are fools, or do you think the sword slave of the Three Absolute Swords in the teahouse is blind
As soon as Gu Moli said this, the onlookers showed mocking expressions, especially the people from the Lion and Tiger Sect, who were waiting for the black-clothed sword slave to righteously expose the ugly face of this despicable villain, and then everyone would fan the flames and rush forward for a righteous fight.
But who would have thought...
"Um."
The black-clothed sword slave's expression remained unchanged. He just glanced at the Zunyi sword in Gu Moli's hand and nodded immediately: "You are indeed a sword cultivator."
"No problem."
Onlookers: “???”
Lion and Tiger Sect disciples: “???”
At this time, the crowd may not have figured out the specific situation due to inertia, but the black-clothed sword slave himself is very clear. After all, in the final analysis...
... ..He is just a first-rate warrior.
Not a grandmaster.
He had seen the power of Gu Moli's shots just now. To be honest, if his masters went up, they might be able to put up a fight, but himself? Forget it!
If it was the Lion and Tiger Sect, it would be fine, but Gu Moli, Hua Qiong, and Victory Formula, none of them looked easy to mess with, and the master was not here, so why should I go looking for trouble? What if the other party didn't like me and used that strange hidden weapon to shoot me twice
Then I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to jump into the river.
If you think about it comprehensively, you will know that if you turn a blind eye to these people, you will be regarded as a blind person at most, but if you force yourself to stand out, you will probably become a fool... .
The black-clad sword slave's thoughts fully prove from the side an eternal rule in the martial arts world: the one with the bigger fist is the one with the tougher rules.
"This... uh, this swordsman."
The black-clothed sword slave ignored the astonished looks of the onlookers and continued to lie with his eyes open: "Your cultivation is already excellent, enough to participate in the sword test competition. If you don't mind, I can lead you to the top of Tianjue Peak. I believe the three masters are also looking forward to an opponent like you."
"See, I told you someone would come looking for us..."
Gu Moli smiled when he heard that, and then whispered a few words to Hua Qiong and Brother Sheng, and then looked up at the black-clothed sword slave: "Okay, but the two beside me have to go too."
"... also?"
"Yes, to be honest, they are both swordsmen."
Fuck your grandma!
The black-clothed sword slave appeared calm on the surface, but in his heart he was already cursing, "Look at the two people beside you, one holding a mace and the other holding a lance, are they swordsmen?!" This was really intolerable, after all, I am a first-class warrior, how could I be insulted like this... .
Boom!
Before Gu Moli finished speaking, Hua Qiong and Sheng Ge, who had received his advice before, took action. One of them swung his mace and smashed it heavily on the ground. In an instant, the ground shook and the base of the entire teahouse tilted significantly. Among the onlookers, those with weaker cultivation even fell directly to the ground.
Another fire spear spun, and a stream of fire dragon energy roared out, flying directly into the sky, and then exploded in mid-air like fireworks. However, the rolling heat waves that came towards you could not deceive people. Behind the splendor was a deadly murderous intent that was enough to kill people.
At the same time, Gu Moli wiped the barrel of the Angel of Death on his hand very naturally without any deliberate effort. He also waved it towards the black-clad sword slave in the teahouse, made an aiming gesture, and then muttered something in his mouth, without any threatening intention at all.
... ... .Haha.
"Young man, you are right. These two are both swordsmen of high level!"
"One uses a spear instead of a sword, and the other uses a stick instead of a sword. The former is well versed in the art of sharpness, and his sword energy is condensed and indestructible. The latter is proficient in the art of making light of heavy objects, and his sword energy is as steady as a mountain, breaking through anything. He can display such power without using his life-long weapon, and he is truly the perfect choice to participate in the sword test conference!"
... ... ... ... ... ... .
The moon is bright in the sky, and the clear moonlight falls on the white snow. Standing at the top of the mountain, when you look down, you see a vast expanse of white, and when you look up, you see a vast expanse of white as well. It seems that the sky and the earth are connected as one here, against the backdrop of the vast night sky and the stars. It is truly a magnificent scene.
However, not everyone can appreciate this magnificent view.
Looking at the world, perhaps only Xiao Rumo of the past could enjoy such a view alone.
But now, at the top of the mountain where countless swordsmen wanted to wait, there was a black figure who was totally inconsistent with the environment. He held a dark iron sword in his hand and stood silently on the top of the mountain which was only the size of a table. The harsh environment seemed not worth mentioning to him.
"The Jianghu Sword Master Xiao Rumo."
“Is this righteousness?”
Swish!
The man suddenly burst out with his internal strength, and then strode towards the center of the top. At the same time, an invisible force emerged. In the howling wind, a vague figure appeared in front of the man like a mirage, standing with his hands behind his back.
Any swordsman would recognize this figure.
The master of the sword in the world.
Xiao Rumo!
"... The remaining sword will from the past used the power of heaven and earth to preserve itself and even grow to this extent."
"but... .!"
"After all, it's not a real person!"
The man swung the iron sword in his hand vigorously, and all the internal strength in his body surged out. He did not stab, but used the sword like a knife, and chopped directly at Xiao Rumo's figure!
boom!
There was a loud bang, and the wind and snow exploded. The top of Tianjue Mountain, which had been windy all day long, suddenly became completely calm at this moment, revealing its true appearance under the wind and snow.
And the mirage-like figure of Xiao Rumo also dimmed again after the wind stopped and the snow disappeared.
Instead, there is a small stone pillar that seems to be carved into the shape of a cushion, just enough for a person to sit cross-legged on it.
And on the stone pier, there is a line of poetry engraved, each word is as sharp as a knife and contains the spirit of a sword.
The top of the solitary peak is so high that no one can reach it.
The vast void has no boundaries.
It is the autumn season and the scenery is peaceful and quiet. The fog has cleared and the clouds have dispersed. In the wind and dew, only the moonlight is shining brightly.
Life is full of passers-by, on a fine day and night, we dance and sing drunkenly until dawn.
Who knows that the one nature is the perfect Ganges, eternal and everlasting.
Competing under the moon, discussing profit and talking about fame, without thinking about the shadow of the horse, secretly urging the youth to grow old.
... ... ... .
Just by looking at this line of poetry, one can imagine what kind of situation Xiao Rumo was in and what kind of mood he was in when he reached the top of this place.
"People often say that there are many heroes in the Jianghu, but this is a fallacy."
The visitor murmured in a low voice. There was no one else here, so he didn't need to hide himself and could speak freely.
"The court is a place of fame and fortune, and so is the martial arts world. The court pursues profit with schemes and tricks, and the martial arts world pursues profit with magical skills and weapons. In the end, it's the same thing. I thought that there were very few people in this world who could be called heroes, and there was no so-called great hero, but I didn't expect..."
"Everyone thought you had reached the pinnacle of heaven and left this poem in order to gain the title of the best swordsman in the world. Who knew that everyone in the world was judging you by their own standards..."
"... What a great Xiao Rumo!"
"Indeed, he is a real hero."