raknovel Chapter 106 The Great Sun of Qian Yuan, Sword Saint, Snow Hermit
Chapter 106 The Great Sun of Qian Yuan, Sword Saint, Snow Hermit
Chapter 104 The Great Sun of Qian Yuan, Sword Saint, Snow Hermit
"Who is it?"
"How dare you!"
"Baka yarou—"
As Cheng Yuanhua gently pushed open the iron gate, he stepped into the courtyard.
Four or five long-robed swordsmen rushed over and blocked his way.
Clang—
Some even drew their swords, baring their teeth and shouting angrily.
These people were both guards and disciples of Momoi Shusui.
Cheng Yuanhua did not stop.
He didn't turn his head to look around; his gaze was fixed on the second-floor window, where melodious piano music was coming from.
After he passed by, the four swordsmen who were blocking his way suddenly fell silent.
BOOM ...
Four soft sounds.
Several people collapsed to the ground, large amounts of blood gushing from their mouths, mixed with fragments.
It's obvious that he's no longer alive.
They didn't even see how Cheng Yuanhua made his move.
He didn't even swing his sword once.
"Why did you come here to die? In today's battle at the guild hall, your disciples did not suffer any losses. On the contrary, they killed Fujita and Harano."
"Tsk tsk, I heard your disciple is not even thirteen yet, but he was able to exchange ten blows with Yagyu Haruno and kill him on the spot. It's truly enviable."
A middle-aged man wearing a bathrobe and with his hair neatly combed slowly descended the stairs.
He was holding a straight knife, as if he were holding a wooden stick.
He walks with a shuffling gait, his whole body loose and slouching.
Rather than calling him the Sword Saint of the Eastern Barbarians, it's more accurate to describe him as a homebody.
"Although Yagyu Haruno was extremely ambitious, he took an unorthodox approach."
However, his skills had been proven in hundreds of battles, both large and small.
Even if I were to fight him, it's not certain that I could kill him within three moves.
Such swordsmanship is worthy of a swordsman's title. Even your current emperor would not dare to underestimate him in the slightest. Yet, he died unexpectedly in the embassy district.
Cheng Yuanhua, I didn't go looking for you, but you came to my door instead—"
"Enough with the nonsense, Momoi. I'm not here today to listen to your insincere small talk."
I heard that your Yin Yue Qiu Shui sword has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, capable of slaying eagles in the sky with its sword energy.
I don't believe it—why don't you try and kill me yourself?
Cheng Yuanhua spoke softly, but his actions were anything but gentle.
The two were three zhang apart.
He stepped across it in one stride.
A figure swept through the wind, pressing down with the edge of a palm, elusive and unpredictable.
The palm is sunken, with a faint red glow.
The red light was initially barely perceptible, but when it was completely suppressed by a palm strike—it was as blazing as the sun.
The intense heat swept across all directions.
"Blazing Yang Palm!"
Momoi Shusui could no longer maintain her languid posture.
He felt that what was rushing towards him was not an inconspicuous old man, but a raging volcano.
Despite his resolute will and steely resolve, a strange sense of insignificance welled up within him as he was enveloped by this palm strike.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
Great reputations are never undeserved.
Momoi Shusui had already overestimated her opponent, believing that since he dared to come, he must have amazing skills.
Upon receiving the challenge, he realized that he had underestimated everyone in the world.
Clang—
He drew his longsword. (In the Dongyi region, swords and sabers were indistinguishable; a saber was a sword, and a sword was a saber. A saber-wielder was also called a swordsman.)
A faint glimmer of water was slashed out.
It was as if a deep blue full moon was rising around him.
As the bright red palm print was pressed down, the water shimmered and vanished in an instant.
Momoi Shusui has returned to the top of the stairs.
With a heavy stomp of his slipper, the stairs crumbled into pieces.
The blade flashed again, slicing through the night sky, and came suddenly.
The blade, imbued with the force of the wind, cleaves and strikes against the wind.
Suddenly, a piercing scream rang out in the courtyard—
Cheng Yuanhua's palm strike missed its mark, and he saw a circular, water-colored blade of light before his eyes.
The air exploded like thunder, and the blade's energy reached overhead.
"change----"
He turned to the right and swiped forward with his palm.
The red light transformed into soft, colorful chains, which were pressed diagonally onto the blade.
His feet seemed to be greased, and with a turn, he left a faint afterimage, moving behind Momoi Shusui and silently pressing down on her left kidney.
Under the orange light, you could see blood dripping from his right palm, while his left palm was a bright red.
"it is good."
Momoi Shusui was slightly startled when her slash didn't land properly; half a palm strike had already hit her left kidney.
A torrent of intense heat surged through his meridians, directly attacking his lungs and internal organs.
He gave a cold shout, and suddenly water surged again at his left waist.
The gleaming blade flashed once more.
A short sword had already struck Cheng Yuanhua's left palm.
A half-inch wound was cut open, almost exposing the bone.
At the same time, he leaped into the air and spun around, his right hand wielding a long sword that swept down in an arc with a whoosh.
The blade's energy tore through the air, leaving long white streaks.
"It's just a little pain."
Cheng Yuanhua didn't even flinch when half of his wrist was severed.
Instead, his muscles twitched and released the force, and he advanced rapidly in a bow stance, pressing down on the blade's edge to unleash a second burst of power.
A burst of fire—
The short sword snapped in two with a crack, and a palm struck Momoi Shusui in the chest and abdomen.
The blow forced the man to bend over, and the blade that spun down was already three parts weaker. It grazed the tip of Cheng Yuanhua's nose as he flew back, leaving a deep, bloody gash on his chest.
Snap—
Momoi Shusui flew backward and fell to the ground, kneeling on one knee. She supported herself with her long sword, opened her mouth and coughed lightly, exhaling a wisp of green smoke, from which sparks flew.
The blood had just spurted out when it turned into charred fragments that landed with a thud.
Cheng Yuanhua's eyebrows were frosty, and his left and right hands were covered in blood.
Instead of feeling any pain, he burst into laughter.
"Even the Sword Saint of the Eastern Barbarians is nothing more than—"
puff----
He didn't finish his sentence.
A dark figure suddenly appeared behind him.
The moment the figure appeared, a palm struck Cheng Yuanhua on the back.
collapse----
Cheng Yuanhua's entire body suddenly trembled violently, as if dozens of bowstrings were vibrating and exerting force simultaneously.
The black figure had barely appeared when it let out a bloodcurdling scream.
A faint, ethereal figure in white robes and long hair could be seen swaying in the air.
It vanished into a phantom amidst the blazing flames.
"Those little devils are indeed despicable. Wuyin Gendo, you hit me once, I'll hit you back once."
Your Yuki-onna has been destroyed; I wonder how long it will take to repair her?
Cheng Yuanhua retaliated successfully, and a hint of fierceness appeared between his brows.
His face glowed with a rosy light, the air around him distorted, and heat rose.
To the two of them, it was as if the sun had fallen to earth.
"Join forces."
Wu Yinxuan's figure appeared out of the air with a pop, his face as red as rouge.
His beard and hair had become sparse, curly, and yellowish.
Clearly, he was in a bad mood after being caught off guard by Cheng Yuanhua's sneak attack.
At this moment, he was not even confident that he could withstand Cheng Yuanhua's wounded counterattack on his own.
The call to join forces was not only directed at the sword saint Momoi Shusui, but also at the countless shadowy ninjas hidden all around.
Further away, the Eastern Yi envoys' army also began to make moves.
Tap tap tap, a series of rapid footsteps came from behind.
Even if there weren't a hundred soldiers, there would still be seventy or eighty.
Cheng Yuanhua laughed heartily.
His figure flashed like a streak of light, whistling past the group of ninjas.
Four or five people flew into the air at the same time.
With a whoosh, flames burst forth from his body.
Before even hitting the ground, he was already gushing blood and his heart had stopped beating.
Cheng Yuanhua landed without stopping, then leaped up and landed on a tree in the courtyard.
Passing through the courtyard wall, it landed in the heart of the street.
A clear, melodious voice drifted from afar: "I'll spare your lives today, but we'll fight you to the death when you're alone. Haha, Sword Saint, Snow Hermit—"
The sound faded into the distance, becoming inaudible.