The carriage drove into Hu Ze City. Young Master Dongfang led the Thirteen Eagles on horseback onto the long street and rushed straight towards the carriage without saying a word.
"These people?" Feng Zuojun pulled the reins and stopped the carriage. "Are they the real Thirteen Eagles of the Dongfang Family?"
"Even the horses are covered in silver armor. It seems that Boss Xiao's trick of chopping legs won't work." Xie Yuling clenched the Fusu fan.
"There are fourteen people in total. I will fight seven and you will fight seven." Feng Zuojun raised his eyebrows at Xie Yuling.
"No, I'll fight one and you fight thirteen." Xie Yuling took a step forward, and the Fusu fan in his hand instantly opened up, colliding with the spear of the young master Dongfang. The spear in the young master's hand tilted, and he rode his horse back a step.
"Thank you Yuling!" Young Master Dongfang shouted angrily.
"Rise from the east." Xie Yuling said indifferently.
"Damn it! Why should I fight thirteen?" Feng Zuojun stepped past Xie Yuling, and then passed directly past Dongfang Qi. He swung his sword fiercely and stopped the thirteen riders.
"Who is coming?" shouted an Eagle at the front.
"The sword maniac, Feng Zuojun!" Feng Zuojun thrust the sword in his hand in front of him, "Anyone who passes this sword will be killed!"
Su Baiyi was stunned and asked Nangong Xier: "When did Senior Brother become a sword maniac?"
Nangong Xier said helplessly: "During the days when you were in seclusion, he and the Demon City Lord got along very well. After practicing swords together for a few days, he called himself a sword maniac."
"My two friends, now is not the time for idle chat." Jieqing Bujielu stretched out a hand and shouted, "Stop!"
A feather arrow stopped one foot away from Jie Qing Bu Jie Lu's palm. The arrow's momentum had not stopped and it was still spinning violently in the same place. He raised his head and looked towards the tower.
The man holding the bow said in a low voice: "He already knew we were here."
The drunk man drew the short blade from his waist: "It seems that some of them have already figured out Hu Zecheng."
"I'll go first! Here, I'll leave it to Miss Nangong." He abstaining from love and lust, stepped forward and quickly ran towards the tower.
"He wants to come up?" The man holding the bow pulled the bowstring to its full extent and aimed at the moving white figure. "You underestimated him."
"Such a body movement?" the drunk man asked in confusion, "Buddhism, Ruyi Step?"
"As you wish? I'd rather not let you be." The man holding the bow released the bowstring, and the arrow flew through the air with a whistling sound, and rushed straight towards Jie Qing Bu Jie Lu.
"A mere trifle." He smiled without aversion, waved his long sleeves, and in an instant a golden light flashed in his outstretched right hand, and he grasped the feather arrow.
"This monk's martial arts has improved a lot compared to that day." Nangong Xier exclaimed.
The man holding the bow was even more shocked: "How is it possible?"
"Go back." He turned around and threw the arrow back. The arrow was even faster than when he shot it, and it went straight through the top of the tower. The man holding the bow was so scared that his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.
"This time it's your turn to drink too much," the drunk man mocked.
"What kind of monster is this monk?" The man holding the bow wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"He's not a monster, he's just the most outstanding disciple of this generation in the Criminal Law Institute." The drunk man said in a deep voice.
Jieqing Bujielu had arrived at the foot of the tower at this time. He leaped up and reached the top of the tower in a few leaps. The drunk man slashed with his knife and directly cut off a piece of his sleeve. Jieqing Bujielu took a slight step back and almost fell off the tower. He turned around, held the railing and went to the other side of the tower.
"You do have some skills." Jieluo Bujie smiled.
"Wang Qianli, the Wang family in Jiangnan." The drunk man leaned forward slightly with a knife in hand.
"Thank you for looking at the flowers, my friend. I will abstain from love but not from sex." The one who abstains from love but not from sex replied.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be a disciple of the Criminal Law Institute of Shanglin Palace." The drunk man whispered, "Why don't you dare to tell me your family name directly?"
"Because I'm not here for the Criminal Law Court, but for my friends." Jieqing Bujielu jumped forward and made a big hand seal, "Please give me your guidance."
On the long street, sword energy was flowing. Feng Zuojun was alone, holding a sword and moving among the Thirteen Eagles. He was already sweating profusely, but his eyes were becoming more and more excited.
"A sword should be domineering, the more domineering the better." Feng Zuojun laughed loudly, "One person fighting against thirteen people, is that domineering enough?"
"Senior Brother, I don't think it's enough." Su Baiyi replied loudly.
"Then what is enough?" Feng Zuojun asked.
"One person fights in the martial arts world, one person fights in the world, that's enough to be domineering." Su Baiyi replied.
"Okay, then we will defeat these thirteen people first, and then we will fight in the martial arts world and the world!" Feng Zuojun swung his long sword upwards, smashing the silver armor on the leading fierce horse directly, "Big Wind Style, Cloud Dragon and Wind Tiger."
On the other hand, the duel between Dongfang Qi and Xie Yuling seemed much quieter.
At first, Dongfang Qi's spear was as powerful as a dragon and seemed to have the upper hand, but it was easily dispelled by Xie Yuling's fan technique. In the end, Dongfang Qi just felt as if his whole body was holding back air and he had no place to use his strength.
"Xie Yuling, if you want to hit me, just hit me properly. You're just tickling me like a woman!" Dongfang Qi said angrily.
Xie Yuling smiled and lowered his head. He waved his hand lightly, and the Fusu fan circled around Dongfang Qi's spear and then returned to his hand. He swung it lightly again and knocked Dongfang Qi back three steps.
"Why is the Qingfeng Mingyue fan technique different from what I saw before?" Nangong Xier asked puzzledly.
"Clear wind, bright moon, acupuncture points from gods. I thought at first that this was just a martial art that could press acupuncture points on people." Xie Yuling stepped on the spear and stood on Dongfang Qi's spear, looking down at Dongfang Qi. "It turns out that acupuncture points are not only on people's bodies. For example, when you use a spear, there is spear force within seven feet, and spear force also has its own acupuncture points."
"You are just being mysterious!" Dongfang Qi raised his spear and spun his hand gently. "How dare you, a waste of the Xie family, speak so arrogantly in front of me?"
"The clear wind and bright moon are not something that ordinary people can compare to." Xie Yuling waved her hand and the folding fan in her hand flew out. It hit Dongfang Qi's chest and flew back to his hand. "My Xie family has never fought for it in these years, so you look down on us."
"But today, I want to fight."
"From today on, the Xie family will also fight for it."
"The next person in charge of the four major families should be surnamed Xie."
Dongfang Qi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Are you dreaming?"
Xie Yuling waved her folding fan gently. "This world is not right. The famous and upright sects are doing shameful things. When we were in the mountains, Senior Brother told us that this world will soon become a place of extreme evil. Many people think that Senior Brother is making up stories, but in fact, I have known for a long time that this world has already been a place of extreme evil."
"So I'm going to commit a crime."
"Since the people up there are rotten, drive them down."
"This is the way the martial arts world is, and this is even more true for the four major families."
"Fifth Senior Brother wrote a sentence in his book. I remember it very clearly. I'll give it to you. Because you are still young, there is still time to turn back. Senior Brother said this -"
"Is the Jianghu about profit? No. The Jianghu should be the dream of young people."