"Crouching tiger!" Su Baiyi exclaimed in surprise. The person in front of him was none other than the deputy commander of Qingming Court of Shanglin Tiangong who almost took him away on the Golden Wind that day. This person... Su Baiyi secretly rejoiced in his heart. He was not easy to deal with.
When Zhao Xiaqiu heard Su Baiyi calling this person's name, his expression changed slightly: "Deputy Chairperson of Qingming Court, Crouching Tiger?"
Crouching Tiger looked at Zhao Xiaqiu and curled his lips: "You are the Sword Demon Zhao Xiaqiu? I heard that you are ranked third among the Nine Evils in Demon City?"
Zhao Xiaqiu sighed and pulled out the two broken swords on his back: "It's only the third one, sorry for the embarrassment."
Crouching Tiger smiled and said, "That's a good thing. Fortunately, you are here. Otherwise, my trip would be too boring with those two guys beside you."
"What a big tone!" Nangong Xier was about to draw her sword. She was seriously injured in the battle against Crouching Tiger that day and was unwilling to accept the defeat. When they met again today, she would definitely avenge her. So Su Baiyi was so anxious that he pulled Nangong Xier's sleeve hard again, and then he reacted. Fighting was secondary now, and escaping was the first priority!
Crouching Tiger yawned loudly, then picked up the long package beside him and pulled out the golden-backed machete from it: "You are so arrogant, you should stretch your muscles first."
Zhao Xiaqiu looked at the knife and smiled: "It's a good knife."
"Do you know what goes best with a knife?" Crouching Tiger asked.
Zhao Xiaqiu shook his head: "Please teach me."
"Of course it's a good head!" Crouching Tiger swung his machete and chopped at Zhao Xiaqiu. Zhao Xiaqiu waved his two swords to block the blow. The wooden board under his feet was shattered in an instant. He frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Su, Miss Nangong, this man is very powerful. If we fight, we may hurt you. Please step back."
Su Baiyi hurriedly pulled Nangong Xier aside and whispered, "Senior Sister, who do you think will win between the two of them?"
"This Crouching Tiger's swordsmanship is extraordinary. We couldn't defeat him even if we joined forces that day. He deserves the title of Vice-President of Qingming Court. And this Taoist priest, although he defeated Bai Jile that day, his swordsmanship..." Nangong Xier shook her head.
While the two were talking, Zhao Xia Qiu and Wo Hu had already exchanged several moves. Wo Hu's swordsmanship was fierce and domineering, and with a few leaps he almost demolished half of the inn, while Zhao Xia Qiu's swordsmanship was extremely simple and clumsy, as if he was a person who had just started learning sword.
"Wudang Mountain Liangyi Sword Technique?" Crouching Tiger asked angrily, "Master Zhao, are you looking down on me?"
Zhao Xiaqiu opened Crouching Tiger with one sword and shook his head: "Excuse me, I only know this one sword technique."
Crouching Tiger frowned slightly: "It seems that the legend is true. You killed your master and fellow apprentices because you were obsessed with swordsmanship..."
When Zhao Xiaqiu heard this, he showed anger for the first time. He said in a deep voice, "I didn't kill them."
"If you haven't gone astray, how come you, the heir of the Seven Great Swords of Wudang, only know the Liang Yi Sword Technique?" Crouching Tiger swung his sword, changing three moves in the process, but was still easily blocked by Zhao Xia Qiu.
Zhao Xiaqiu gritted his teeth and said, "I said, I didn't kill them!"
"If you didn't kill them, why would Wudang banish you? And why did you join Demon City?" Crouching Tiger asked back.
"Shut up!" Zhao Xia Qiu suddenly threw the two broken swords in his hands into the air, then suddenly opened his hands, and the two broken swords just floated in the air, with red light shining around the sword bodies.
"What kind of sword technique is this?" Crouching Tiger whispered.
Su Baiyi also looked up at the two broken swords and murmured, "Just looking at the posture, it must be a very powerful sword technique."
Zhao Xia Qiu leaped up, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, then spun in the air and chopped down.
"Liang Yi Sword Technique: Open Heaven."
"Liang Yi Sword Technique: You Feng."
"Liang Yi Sword Technique: Three Lives."
Zhao Xia Qiu recited the name of the sword move indifferently, suppressing Crouching Tiger's surging sword energy inch by inch. At the end of the last move, he lifted Crouching Tiger's sword into the air.
Wo Hu was shocked. How could this still be the Liang Yi Sword Technique
How could there be such a powerful Liang Yi sword technique in the world
"Some people lose their cool when they are provoked." Behind Crouching Tiger, another man in black suddenly spoke.
Zhao Xiaqiu swung his sword again and slashed at Crouching Tiger's neck.
"Some people become even more terrifying when they are enraged." The man in black stepped forward, grabbed Wohu's collar and pulled him back, blocking Zhao Xia Qiu.
With one sword strike, the bamboo hat on the black-clothed man's head was chopped into pieces, but his true appearance was still not revealed under the hat.
It was a white mask.
"Qianjiyuan?" Zhao Xiaqiu murmured.
The masked man raised his head slightly, and suddenly raised his right hand, holding a dark green umbrella in his right hand.
"Deputy Commander of Qianji Academy, Wen Xi?" Su Baiyi recognized the umbrella.
The face under the mask smiled gently, and the dark green umbrella suddenly opened, forcing Zhao Xiaqiu to take a step back. Then Su Baiyi saw the tip of the umbrella turn slightly. Although he didn't know what would happen next, Su Baiyi realized the danger and hurriedly shouted: "Master Zhao, be careful of the umbrella tip! Get out of the way!"
Before he could finish his words, dozens of long needles shot out from the tip of the umbrella at an incredibly fast speed, making it impossible to dodge. Zhao Xia Qiu suddenly raised both swords, releasing a red sword energy, blocking the way in front of him.
Wen Xi put away his umbrella and waved it back gently, knocking the big knife on the ground back into Crouching Tiger's hand. He said in a deep voice: "Xuan Jun's Seven Chapters of Sword Art?"
Crouching Tiger was shocked: "The supreme sword technique that has been lost in Wudang Mountain for a hundred years?"
Zhao Xia Qiu lowered his swords, frowned, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.
Wen Xi looked at the red spot that slowly appeared on Zhao Xiaqiu's shoulder and sighed softly, "He probably hasn't mastered the complete sword technique, otherwise the hidden weapon on the Nine Heavens Umbrella alone wouldn't be able to hurt him."
Su Baiyi looked at Zhao Xiaqiu's expression and was slightly worried: "Master, how is it?"
"Take Miss Nangong to the Devil's Castle first. Here is the map." Zhao Xiaqiu threw a roll of map in his arms into Su Baiyi's hands. "I'm sorry that I can't accompany you on this trip. I hope we can meet again in the Devil's Castle."
Su Baiyi was stunned: "Master..."
Zhao Xiaqiu gritted his teeth, paused, and three silver needles burst out from his shoulders, and then black blood flowed out of the wound. Su Baiyi immediately reacted, the silver needles on the Nine Heavens Umbrella were poisoned!
Wen Xi took out a medicine bottle from her bosom and placed it on the ground: "This is the antidote. As long as Taoist Zhao lets us take away the two people behind you, we can give you the antidote. Shanglin Palace has no intention of being an enemy of Demon City."
Zhao Xiaqiu's eyes slowly turned red, and he smiled and said, "Really? You have no intention of becoming an enemy of Demon City? But now I really want to - kill you!"