Volume 1, Chapter 95: A swordsman’s promise is worth a thousand pounds.
It only took the blind old man one minute to draw his sword, attack, and send everyone flying.
Five people were seriously injured, including Ye Tingmu.
In the distance, Zhou Heisan was hugging Jinghong and the other two, his body shaking.
He was powerless, and no one could shake the extraordinary man in this game.
Dongfang Qingzhu and Hua Zhilu wanted to step forward but were stopped by Chu Yiyi's men.
Chu Yiyi looked at the scene and was also helpless.
The scholar was indeed interesting, but this place was outside Shangyunju. However, the blind swordsman in front of them was not someone they could defeat, and going up to him would only result in their death.
Since the blind man said that only Ye Tingmu would be killed, she could only protect the others for Ye Tingmu and Murong Bo.
Dongfang Qingzhu shouted.
"Li Muyi, stop him, I order you............."
The three men, Jinghong, were blindfolded and had no idea what was happening in the field, nor did they know that their second and eldest brothers were injured.
I only heard Dongfang Qingzhu shouting, and his expression became a little nervous.
Just a second ago, Xiao Hei said that big brother was invincible and beat the opponent badly.
But now I heard Dongfang Qingzhu calling out, with a slightly crying tone...
Qingfeng said: "Xiao Hei, are my elder and second brothers okay?"
Zhou Heisan moved the corners of his lips and said tremblingly: "It's okay..."
The three of them said nothing, but they already felt that something was wrong.
Jinghong's little hands tightly grasped the wooden sword, and she looked up into the distance.
Although he was blindfolded, one could see a serious look from the corners of his mouth.
Li Muyi still stood there holding the broadsword.
Although Dongfang Qingzhu gave the order, he did not move, with a conflicted look in his eyes.
If he went up to fight, he would only get seriously injured, and he would not be able to protect Dongfang Qingzhu anymore.
No need to fight. The young lady has given the order, and the master's order cannot be disobeyed.
I was in a dilemma.
The old man walked up to him with a cane in his hand.
"Why, young man, are you going to stop me too?"
Li Muyi gritted his teeth and said, "I dare not."
"Then get out of the way."
Li Muyi suddenly clasped his fists.
"I dare to ask you to stop."
The old man looked at him, his eyes still calm.
"Why?"
"Senior is an extraordinary strong man, why bother to argue with a junior? If it gets out in the future, won't people laugh at him? Besides, this boy has a deep connection with my Dongfang family. If senior insists on killing him, maybe..."
He stopped talking here, but Li Muyi's meaning was self-evident.
It is wrong to bully the young with the old and the weak with the strong. Besides, if you do anything, you will offend the Dongfang family.
This is a warning as well as a warning.
The old man stroked his gray beard.
There was a cold light in his eyes as he looked at Li Muyi.
"Boy, you are threatening me..."
"I dare not. I am just reminding you that is it not worth offending the Dongfang family for a person who is destined to die..." As he spoke, he looked at Zhou Fengming. In his opinion, this person was doomed to die no matter what. In his eyes, he was a dead man.
The old man naturally knew what he was referring to and sighed.
"The old man of the Zhou family once did me a favor. I promised to help the younger generation of the Zhou family and kill someone once as a way of repaying his kindness. Today, whether the younger generation of the Zhou family lives or dies has nothing to do with me, but what I said counts, and I must repay the kindness that should be repaid."
In the country of Kyushu, anyone who practices swordsmanship values gratitude. There is a saying that a swordsman's promise is worth a thousand gold.
Li Muyi is also a swordsman.
When he heard the old man say this, he knew that he could no longer persuade him.
He suddenly pulled out the broadsword from the ground.
Pointing the sword forward, he said, "Today, I, the junior, will dare to teach you a few moves. I hope you will be generous with your guidance."
As a member of the Qianji Hall of the Dongfang family, he naturally had to obey the orders given by the eldest lady of the Dongfang family.
Even if you know it is impossible to do something, you still have to do it.
He once swore to be loyal to the Dongfang family for the rest of his life.
He is a swordsman and also values his promises.
The old man studied the young man with the broadsword in front of him with his eyes, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly.
"Interesting, I'll give you three moves, come on."
As a fellow swordsman, he didn't know why Li Muyi insisted on helping this kid, but his courage was worthy of his respect.
Zhou Fengming saw this and became very anxious, seeing that the old man was not moving.
He urged again: "Senior, what are you waiting for? Kill him quickly."
When the old man heard this, his brows furrowed, and then he glared at Zhou Fengming.
Zhou Fengming suddenly felt uneasy and quickly lowered his head without saying anything.
This old man was not his subordinate. He only knew that his father had said before he died that if he encountered force majeure, he could ask this man to help him once.
Li Muyi didn't care about these, but said, "I'm sorry, senior." As he spoke, he rushed forward.
The tip of the heavy sword fell down, carrying with it a deadly wind, its force greater than that of the wind.
The old man did not draw his sword.
Instead, he stepped sideways to avoid it.
He did not forget to say: "The sword style is powerful, but unfortunately the speed is too slow."
Li Muyi's sword strike missed and hit the ground, then he turned around and wanted to strike again.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior."
The broadsword created a gust of wind and was extremely powerful. Although it failed to cut the old man, it still stirred up thousands of layers of thick smoke.
Just as the two were fighting.
Ye Tingmu had already pulled out the long sword from the ground.
At this time, the sword body of Qingfeng was slightly cracked.
He turned his head and looked at Dongfang Qingzhu, who was more than ten meters behind him. There was still a smile on his slightly pale face.
He shouted, "Qingzhu, I have protected you and saved you before. If you are grateful to me, please take care of them for me."
His voice was loud, with a hint of helplessness and also a hint of request.
Dongfang Qingzhu heard this and she nodded desperately, then shook her head.
Nodding means that you agree, and shaking your head means that you don't want him to die.
She had lost her voice and could no longer scream, so she was just being dragged away like that.
Tears fell from Hua Zhilu's eyes and her lips and teeth trembled.
After hearing what Ye Tingmu said, the three little guys did not cry, but clenched their little fists.
Jinghong whispered, "Third brother, what should we do? It seems that the eldest brother doesn't want us anymore."
Qingfeng's voice was choked and a little hoarse.
"No, if you kill them, Big Brother won't leave."
The other two nodded, and the three of them had already made their own decision.
After saying that, Ye Tingmu turned around, his eyes also slightly sour.
He knew that he might not be able to make it, as that was an extraordinary realm.
He is very afraid of death now, even more than in his previous life.
Ever since he met the little guys, he has thought carefully about everything he does.
There can be no room for any mistakes. At least he cannot die. He cannot afford to die. If he dies, what will happen to his brothers and sisters?
He planned everything and thought he had it all figured out, but he underestimated the power of the extraordinary people. They were too strong.
He frowned, his eyes full of coldness.
"My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God. Even if I will die, I will fight for it."
At this time, Li Muyi had already exchanged three moves with the opponent.
The long sword in the old man's cane struck out again.
With a "click..." sound.
The sword flashed.
"Three moves have been made, you continue."
The sword came out, and sword energy burst out like rolling waves.
Sweep.
Li Muyi, who was in the eighth level of the sixth realm of spiritual travel, was swallowed up by the sword force.
This is the difference between being extraordinary and wandering in the spirit world, each realm has its own level of heaven.
Li Muyi fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the broadsword, reflecting his disheveled hair.
He raised his eyes and a figure appeared in front of him soon.
The blood-colored robe fluttered...and the messy hair danced in the wind created by the sword energy.
"Old man, your opponent is me........."
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