Chapter Eighty-Three: White-Haired Yan Luo
"Sixty-five!"
The dull and unremarkable appearance remained unchanged, as if this was not the legendary Yuan Stone cherished by martial artists, but just a pile of ordinary rocks.
A black cloak, a motionless figure sitting upright, instantly added countless mysterious feelings.
"Can you take out so many yuan stones?"
Luó Xíngyún could no longer bear it and shouted angrily.
Everyone's eyes were now on the hooded figure.
Guan Canghai also looked at him with suspicion, and after the guard who had previously sent the sword whispered to him, he showed a shocked expression.
"Lu Xian, if you can't come up with more yuan stones, the Iron Wolf Cub will belong to this friend!"
Guan Canghai said in a low voice.
"You're really asking for it! I'd like to see what makes you think you can be an enemy of the Ziluo family!"
Boom!
A furious voice rose, the crystal screen in front of the private room shattered, and a purple figure suddenly shot out, holding a purple long sword that emitted a meter-long blade light, fiercely slashing towards the cloak man.
"How bold!"
Guan Canghai's face turned red with rage. This was the Treasure Pavilion, a place that low-ranking warriors might not know about, but these major powers absolutely knew belonged to the Xuan Yun Sect.
Luó Xíngyún acted in such a way, clearly not putting Xiǎo Yún Zōng in his eyes, but wanting to stop him was already too late, after all, they were separated by dozens of feet.
Hiccups!
A flash of inexpressible, seemingly real and illusory sword light, even appearing before the clear and crisp sound of clashing metal.
Everyone within several meters of the Cloak Man suddenly felt as if a giant stone was pressing down on them, their breathing slowed, and they couldn't help but look at the Cloak Man in horror, unsure when he had stood up.
Lonely Cloud Sword!
"What?"
Luo Xingyun, who burst out, is a genius of swordsmanship. At the age of 22, he has already reached the late stage of Zhenchen Realm, and his Purple Luo Sword Technique has long been perfected.
But... facing the hooded man's casual swing of his sword, he actually felt an unbearable and unavoidable sense of death.
"No..."
Luoyun Cloud was indeed a genius of the sword path. In times of crisis, an unprecedented light burst forth from his eyes, a sign of breaking through in desperation.
It wasn't a cultivation technique, but rather a martial art that had been tempered. In an instant, the purple sword technique that flashed in his hand was like a light and shadow illusion, with the sword's edge suddenly surging to one meter.
But facing this sword momentum that had surged several times over, the hooded man's one sword remained unchanged, its momentum unabated.
Wow!
A surge of energy shot out, and the light swirled around. Seven or eight nearby inner breath boundary warriors were pierced by scattered sword energy, fortunately without hitting vital points, and instantly let out miserable cries.
The purple-white sword edge burst and shattered, even the top-grade spiritual soldier in his hand, a true replica of the Purple Luo Sword, was cut out with a huge gap, and suddenly flew open.
Wow!
Luó Xíngyún only felt an inexplicable aura rushing towards him, and countless sharp energies surged into his body, wreaking havoc on his meridians, causing him to spew out several blood arrows uncontrollably.
His face was split, ruining his handsome and elegant appearance. His chest was also cut by several scattered sword edges, leaving terrifying scars, with blood gushing out.
Young Master!
Five middle-aged guards in the private room suddenly changed their faces, and one of them jumped out. Four people killed towards the hooded man, and one person floated in the air to borrow Luo Xingyun.
"Stop... stop right there!"
Ruo Xingyun, with a mouthful of blood foam, crashed into the person's arms, and the tremendous force sent both people crashing directly into the back wall, kicking up large pieces of debris that drowned out his desperate cries.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
No tricks were used, just two simple swords, and the body of the man in the cloak seemed to have hardly moved.
Those four guards who rushed forward only felt countless sword tips coming towards them, and they all stopped their momentum, raised their arms to block.
But it's too late!
Dong Dong!
Several crisp sounds flashed by, and the four people's blades in their hands were all broken without exception. Their bodies flew backward uncontrollably, spewing out a lot of blood, and smashing down a large amount of dust.
Hiss!
Apart from the sound of inhaling cold air, there was nothing else. The cloak figure stared in shock as the lone cloud sword swung down, and the cloak hat fell off.
Snow-white long hair, a resolute young face, eyes as calm as dead water, a slender and tall figure, superb swordsmanship, all of these are possessed by only one person.
Xuanyun Sect legendary genius, white-haired Yan Luo - Ye Gucun!
Feng Yuantu in the private room was already shocked and stood still on the spot, muttering: "Sword momentum... sword momentum... actually..."
"Cough, excuse me... Excuse me for being rude first, I hope... I hope Brother Ye will... No, Master Brother please forgive me!"
Luó Háng Yún walked out of the collapsed wall, with blood foam in his mouth, but a pair of eyes that were inexplicably bright.
The gaze towards Ye Guchen was filled with a kind of admiration and intangible reverence, the respect for an unparalleled strongman, footsteps that would follow him for life.
At this moment, even Kitano Takeshi, who was in the private room, looked at Ye Guchen with an extremely bitter face, revealing a look of reverence.
It's hard to imagine what kind of person Ye Gu Yun is that would make two great geniuses so fearful and respectful.
Li Chen's body trembled slightly at this moment, his lips tightly pursed, and his eyes stared fixedly at Ye Guyu with a fierce glint.
He felt a breath similar to his own on this person, but it was much thicker than his.
"You're my goal - Big Brother Master!"
For no reason at all, Li Chen felt a sense of respect for the first time, even towards Li Mingyun who had accepted him as his apprentice that day.
Because in Xuan Yun Sect, the most heard is Ye Gu Yun, that legendary elite disciple number one.
"Take one sword from me, and spare your life!"
His expression remained unchanged, Ye Gu Yun sheathed the Lonely Cloud Sword and slowly sat back down in his seat, putting on his cloak. From start to finish, his face did not change in the slightest.
"Thank... cough, thank Master!"
His face covered in bloodstains, the elegant and refined Luo Xingyun was nowhere to be seen. Without a hint of hatred, he propped up his heavily injured body and made a deep bow with his fists clenched.
It seemed like just this sentence gave him a great deal of encouragement.
With the support of his guards, Luo Xingyun left with a three-step pause and a glance back, his eyes filled with gratitude and a hint of loneliness like a cloud at the edge of the sky.
Several guards stumbled to their feet, gazing at the man with a mixture of awe and fear before retreating.
Because he was a young disciple of the Xuan Yun Sect, regardless of whether they were enemies or friends, and regardless of what kind of martial arts they practiced, they all admired him.
It's not just his martial arts skills, but the legend of his life that has been idolized by all young people.
Even veteran martial artists of older generations have expressed great admiration for his natural talent.
"I've been praised by Master Sword Dao, I lost!"
Kitano's expression turned gloomy, and he left the room with his guards, no longer caring about the last treasure, as everything seemed unnecessary to him.
After cultivating until now, whether it's talent or age and status, Bei Ye Lie is equivalent to Luo Xing Yun. Just because of a sentence from Ye Gu Yun, he voluntarily admitted defeat. What kind of prestige is that?
"I'm old! I'm old, I'm old!"
Feng Yuantou's eyes lost their murderous intent, his face pale and distracted, as he stumbled out of the private room.
