He held no weapon, only a gaudy red and green feather duster. Yet, that mere duster burst forth with a murderous aura, its every feather a bird's tail transforming into a rain of swords and knives, unstoppable.
The purple-robed swordsman subconsciously concentrated and raised his sword to meet the attack, but he heard a crisp sound, and then colorful feathers exploded in front of him like fireworks.
With just one strike, he broke the indestructible sword in his hand.
With this same blow, he broke both of his collarbones.
The connection between the shoulder blade and the collarbone is the most critical for a swordsman. Although he was not killed, he was no different from a disabled person.
This was a duel that ended before it even began, so quickly that it was confusing.
But the instigator of all this suddenly put on a fragile face, put his hands on his hips and started coughing on the spot.
"I'm old and useless. When the weather gets hot, I cough and wheeze badly."
Even Lu Songping, who was flexible and good at adapting to the situation, didn't know what to say next.
Zong Hao, who was a thousand-year-old turtle, had obviously seen through Xie Li, a ten-thousand-year-old turtle. He ignored him completely, walked straight up to Yan Zi, turned around and left.
Seeing this, Yan Guang hurried to follow.
Lu Songping, however, needed to confirm something else. He walked directly to the withered old man and ripped the Cloud-Stepping Arrow from between his eyebrows. The body was now lifeless. A foul-smelling black liquid flowed from its seven orifices, and then the corpse, like a melted candle, dissolved into a pool of mud.
Not far away, Yan Zi's crazy shouts came intermittently.
"It is but a vessel of corruption. The gods are immortal! You can never destroy it, ever..."
I stood on the Lusong Plain for a while. Everything tonight seemed like a bizarre nightmare.
He turned and walked towards the broken sword scattered on the ground.
The Sword of the Moving Yao has been the Sword of the King since its forging, symbolizing the long-lasting prosperity of the land beneath our feet. But now...
“What a pity.”
"What a pity! Without a skilled craftsman, it's just a piece of raw iron. It's not as useful as my duster..."
Lu Songping glanced at Xie Li, but he couldn't really treat the sword as a pile of scrap metal, so he had to step forward and pick up the sword fragments.
However, as soon as he picked up a piece, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Between the two broken swords, there was a small piece of grayish-white object. It was hard and slightly cool, and had some slight bumps and unevenness to the touch.
It looks like... a piece of bone?
"I didn't expect that." Xie Li's voice, which had drifted away, suddenly came closer. "This thing looks like the worst of all bad luck. We should take it to that treacherous monk Yikong to have a look."
The expression on Lu Songping's face was a little embarrassed.
"Master Yikong should no longer be in Quecheng by now."
"Not in Quecheng?" Xie Li raised half of his dark eyebrows. "Then where did he go?"
"Wancheng."
Xie Li understood.
"I left just as he was leaving. Perfect timing indeed. Don't you agree, Lieutenant Lu?"
Lu Songping didn't dare to answer. The monk's sincere face, wishing him a safe journey, appeared in front of him. Suddenly, he felt that the bad luck tonight had not passed at all.
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Thirty miles southwest of Huozhou, a horse-drawn carriage was speeding along a somewhat deserted country road.
The carriage was a good one, solid and stable. The horses were good, their feet springing with energy. The only thing about the driver was that he seemed a little lazy, humming an indistinct tune with a half-deflated wineskin tucked under his arm. It seemed as if he wouldn't be able to keep sauntering along at this leisurely pace as long as the carriage didn't go into a ditch.
The curtain behind him was suddenly opened, and a hand rudely slapped the back of his shaking head.
The drunken feeling and wild fun in the mountains were instantly shattered, and Luo He turned back angrily.
"How dare you, young man, do this..."
"What?" Xiao Nanhui raised his eyebrows, not wanting to keep even the last bit of dignity on his face. "If I can't come again today, I will not only be rude, but also ruthless, heartless, heartless, and lungless..."
Luo He was very dissatisfied with being threatened for no reason.
"How can you blame me for not finding the way?! I haven't been back for over twenty years. This tree isn't that tree, this stone isn't that stone. The Zhang family's incense has been around for two generations, but who still remembers whether the entrance to the village faces east or west?!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Even if I've been away from Suyan for more than ten years, I can still find my way back to the city."
Luo He looked up and down at the half-crazy woman, and a sense of disdain and superiority that came out of nowhere came over him.
"Where is Zhongtian? How can it be compared with the wild lands of your Lingxi?"
Xiao Nanhui hated people who looked down on others, and she hated people who looked down on others because of their origin. But she was no longer the simple-minded girl who got angry easily.
Nowadays, she is not easy to mess with with her words.
"Who do you think is sitting in your car? How can a waiter like you treat him with disrespect?"
The opponent used a powerful move, and Luo He stuttered.
"I, I am this boy's cousin after all, please show me some respect!"
For the past few days, this man had been using his status as her cousin to pressure her whenever he said something he didn't agree with. Previously, she'd worried about whether Su Wei would fall asleep, her mind set on it, but now she felt it was time to have a conversation.
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