Mu Pan was lying on the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth. He asked, "Who is your master?"
"Watching the moon in the water and flowers in the fog, my master's name is Xie Kanhua." Su Baiyi looked down at Mu Pan.
Mu Pan's eyes widened, and then he looked at Su Baiyi carefully, but after looking for a long time, he still shook his head: "I really don't remember seeing you before."
"You've seen me. I was in a somewhat old courtyard. The courtyard is on the south side of the town. There is a tofu shop at the door and a blacksmith shop opposite. It had just rained on the day you came, and the bluestone slabs were a bit slippery. I fell when I got up in the morning. Uncle Chen brought a pot of wine home, Aunt Qian was stewing fish soup, and then you came. When Aunt Qian took me away, Uncle Chen used a move called Lan Ai Tong Fen. He seriously injured you, but still did not kill you. Am I right?" Su Baiyi reached out and grasped the handle of the knife that was stuck in the ground.
Liu Duohan had already walked behind him, his pair of iron fists gathering energy, ready to strike at any time.
Mu Pan was even more surprised: "You... your last name is Su!"
Su Baiyi said calmly: "I have already introduced myself just now. My name is Su Baiyi."
"You are Su Dianmo's son!" Mu Pan said in a deep voice, "You are not dead yet."
Su Baiyi was stunned for a moment, then slowly said: "You finally gave me the answer I have been looking for, very good."
If Mu Pan had not directly fought with Su Baiyi, relying on his own experience that far surpassed the other party, he might have still been able to fight. However, he chose to fight with Su Baiyi in a battle that he thought he would win, and ended up being seriously injured. He knew that he had no chance of fighting back, so he hurriedly explained: "I didn't kill Su Dianmo!"
"I believe you. You shouldn't be able to do it." Su Baiyi pulled the cicada wing knife out of the ground again. "But you must have killed Uncle Chen. I saw it."
"He is just a servant of the Su family!" Mu Pan said in panic, looking at Su Baiyi's eyes.
"This Mr. Su, killing the second master of the Heavenly Book Hall is a big deal." Liu Duohan reminded, "Even the academy may not be able to bear it."
"My second senior brother from the academy went to the Heavenly Palace alone with a sword in hand. He defeated the Grand Palace Master Ning Qingcheng of Lin Tian Palace so badly that he went into seclusion. Could my academy not be able to handle it at that time?" Su Baiyi did not look back.
All the disciples of Tianshu Hall in the field could no longer hold back and wanted to step forward to rescue them, but they saw Feng Yuhan gently raised his hand, and four figures suddenly flew in from outside the Wufang Stage. They came from all directions, gathered together, stood in front of the disciples of Tianshu Hall, and stopped them with their swords.
Among the four, there was a tall and mighty man, carrying a huge and wide sword on his back, his upper body naked, showing his muscular body. But in sharp contrast to the man's masculinity, there was a seductive red flower engraved on the blade of the sword.
Standing next to this man was a graceful woman in black and a mask. On each of her extremely long legs was a long and thin knife. The handles of the two knives were connected by a silver chain, which was casually tied around the woman's waist.
Standing on the outermost side was a childish-looking kid wearing a very special light armor that was covered with small throwing knives. From a distance, one could not see the kid's appearance clearly, and could only see a bunch of moving throwing knives.
There were four people, but why were only three standing? That was because one person was lying on the ground. He was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, holding an ordinary machete, with his eyes closed and snoring like thunder.
"The Four Great Sword Kings!" Feng Yuli, who had not spoken for a long time, slowly said these four words.
“Any sect in the martial arts world is strong because of the strength of its people. Second Master Feng, you have driven away all the strong men, and Tianxiaoyunjing is no longer the same Tianxiaoyunjing. If we were all here, the people from Tianshutang and Tianshui Villa would not be able to step into this mountain gate.” The burly man held his long sword horizontally, and none of the disciples of Tianshutang dared to move forward.
Under the Grand Master Feng Yuhan of Tianxiao Yunjing, there are four great sword kings, each of whom is in charge of four strange swords. Their martial arts are unfathomable. They have been assisting Feng Yuhan in guarding the safety of Tianxiao Yunjing over the years. Their stories are widely circulated in Daze Mansion. For example, there is a legend that the young man who fell asleep on the ground killed more than 30 underworld masters who intended to sneak into Yunjing. The burly man who is blocking the road with a horizontal sword is the heir to the leader of the thirteen water gangs in Yunmengze. The name of the sword in his hand is very simple and domineering, just called "Horizontal Sword". After Feng Yuhan disappeared, the four great sword kings went down the mountain one after another because of the discord with Feng Yuli, so the other two factions dared to go up the mountain in such a large scale this time, but they did not expect that they would come back at the same time as Feng Yuhan came back.
The burly man said loudly: "No more words, just three words. No passing!"
No one from the Tianshu Hall dared to step forward, no one dared to speak.
Feng Yuhan took a few steps forward: "Su Baiyi, do what you want to do. As for the rest, at least in this cloud realm, I can take care of it for you now."
Liu Duohan turned around and said, "Sect Master Feng, is this really the case?"
Feng Yuhan looked surprised, as if he had heard a funny joke: "When you tried to kill me together that day, why didn't you ask yourself, did you really think so?"
Liu Duohan's expression changed slightly, but he didn't say anything.
"Don't worry, I will also settle your grudge." Feng Yuhan put his hands in his sleeves and curled his lips.
The disciples of Tianshu Hall have been stopped by the four sword kings. Liu Duohan was afraid of Feng Yuhan's intimidation and did not dare to move. Su Baiyi raised his long sword, leaned over and looked at Mu Pan who was unable to move on the ground, and suddenly smiled: "My master once told me that life is the most precious thing in the world, and no one is qualified to take another person's life. But I really want to chop off your head with one knife at this moment. The great justice that my master talked about, and the small justice in my heart, I haven't decided which one to follow. But at least, you shouldn't have the opportunity to do evil again!" Su Baiyi swung his long sword and cut the tendons of Mu Pan's hands. Then he put the long sword back into the sheath and swung his palm down, trying to break all his valves, so that Mu Pan would never be able to practice martial arts for the rest of his life.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Su Baiyi.
The figure was so fast that no one in the field could see it clearly!
Only Feng Yuhan felt that familiar breath, his face sank: "It's him!"
The man, wearing a bamboo hat, stood in front of Su Baiyi, then stretched out a finger and flicked Su Baiyi's forehead, sending him flying. Su Baiyi flipped in the air and landed more than a dozen steps away. He looked up and asked, "Who are you!"
The man took off his hat, revealing his handsome but very pale face without any expression: "We finally meet, Su Baiyi."
"The Hand of Heaven, Bai Jile." Su Baiyi had never seen this person before, but he guessed the identity of the person in front of him at a glance.
"Nice to meet you." Bai Jile lowered his head slightly.