There is a bamboo forest outside Huainan City.
Qiufeng Tower is located deep in the bamboo forest.
This is a good place for seclusion and spiritual practice.
Qin Luo stood in the bamboo forest.
Wu Shashen asked him to watch the luggage.
In that Autumn Breeze Pavilion bathed in the evening glow, there exists an extremely powerful sword intent.
Creak.
The door on the upper floor was pushed open.
A tall, refined middle-aged man emerged, dressed in a blue robe with white hair, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes. He looked at Wu Shashen downstairs and calmly asked, "Are you sure you want to challenge me?"
As Wu Shashen saw Qiu Luoye appear, his eyes burned with fervor. He clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "I have long admired your name. I only ask that you, Master, give it your all. I will not complain even if I die or am injured!"
As autumn leaves rose into the air, he stepped onto the ground, his feet treading on the bamboo leaves that danced in the wind. He shook his head with a smile, “Many sword cultivators come to spar with me, but very few dare to challenge me.”
"It is my honor to challenge you!"
Wu Shashen drew his longsword without hesitation. He knew that Qiu Luoye was a sword cultivator, so he fought with a sword.
Qiu Luoye could sense Wu Shashen's fighting spirit, which was stronger than any sword cultivator he had encountered before. He found it very interesting and reached out to grab a wooden sword that had fallen from the sky.
"A wooden sword?"
Wu Shashen was stunned for a moment.
Autumn leaves reach out, "Please!"
Wu Shashen adjusted his breathing, gripped the hilt of his sword, and stomped his toes on the ground, leaving afterimages in his wake. He moved with incredible speed, raised his longsword, and slashed diagonally.
Qiu Luoye remained calm as he swung his wooden sword. The wooden sword appeared very light, but when the two swords collided, a powerful force sent Wu Shashen flying.
Bang!
Wu Shashen was forced back.
He retreated more than ten steps before stopping.
"Again!"
Wu Shashen's eyes were filled with anger.
Autumn Leaves could see the anger in Wu Shashen's eyes and knew that he wanted to be respected, so he took the initiative to swing his sword, and a cyan sword light slashed out.
Wu Shashen swung his sword to block, but the sword in his hand was cut in half, and he flew dozens of feet away like a kite with a broken string.
Looking at the fallen Wu Shashen, Qiu Luoye was very impressed. "As a pure martial artist, you are very powerful."
Wu Shashen stood up, gripping his broken sword. He refused to admit defeat and laughed loudly, "That was exhilarating!"
"Again!"
Wu Shashen gripped his broken sword and charged toward Qiu Luoye.
Qin Luo could see the difference in their abilities; Wu Shashen had absolutely no chance of winning. He shook his head helplessly.
Autumn Leaves knew that Wu Shashen was fearless in the face of death. He gripped the wooden sword tightly, a gentle breeze swirling around him. When he swung the sword, a clear dragon's roar rang out, and a wind dragon roared out.
Wu Shashen swung his sword at Fenglong.
The broken sword shattered on the spot.
Wu Shashen was then knocked away by the wind dragon, and countless sword blades slashed at his body. In the blink of an eye, he was covered in wounds and fell heavily to the ground, his black clothes stained with blood.
The falling autumn leaves showed him enough respect.
The wind dragon rushed towards the bamboo forest, cutting the bamboo leaves and causing the entire bamboo forest to bend and bow its head. Only the young Taoist priest stood in the gale, his robes billowing, unmoved as a mountain.
It was only then that Qiu Luoye noticed the young Taoist standing in the bamboo forest. She could sense that Qin Luo was very powerful, but she didn't know why he hadn't offered any help.
"Cough cough."
Wu Shashen lay in a pool of blood, coughing up blood as he laughed, "Who's stronger, the tiger demon you killed or the one I killed?"
Looking at the heavily injured Wu Shashen, Qiu Luoye thought of the tiger demon she had killed in the past and said in a deep voice, "Tiger demons are afraid when they see me draw my sword, but you are not. You are stronger than tiger demons."
"Hahaha!"
Wu Shashen laughed heartily.
Qin Luo came to Wu Shashen's side, and the little dumpling shook his head repeatedly, too embarrassed to say that he knew him.
When Wu Shashen saw Qin Luo, he coughed incessantly, "Cough cough... What a disgrace! I never expected to lose so miserably... I'm sorry to have made you laugh. I'll give you everything I have. After I die... please throw me into the river to feed the fish... I'm going to the underworld to find that beast."
Qin Luo now understood why Wu Shashen had summoned him here. "Brother Wu, it's easy to seek death, but difficult to seek life. There are more than just that tiger demon causing trouble in the world. Do you really want to die here?"
"Chu mi!"
The little dumpling nodded in agreement.
Seeing their conversation, Qiu Luoye recalled his previous conversation with the tiger demon. He walked to Wu Shashen's side, looked at the claw marks on his forehead, and said softly, "When I severely injured the tiger demon back then, it begged me for mercy. The tiger demon said that it had once spared a martial artist who wanted to kill it, and begged me to spare it as well."
I asked it why it let the martial artist go?
"The tiger demon said that when it pressed down on the warrior's head, there was no fear in his eyes. The tiger demon believed that the warrior would go back to seek revenge."
"I'm sorry, I didn't believe the tiger demon."
Wu Shashen shook his head. "It's nothing."
"Thank you for your company all the way, Daoist Master. You are very interesting. If there is an afterlife, let's be brothers again."
Qin Luo took out the golden gourd, and the golden dew entered Wu Shashen's mouth. He felt a warm current in his body, which was gradually becoming numb, and regained its vitality.
"Master Daoist, what is this?"
Wu Shashen's eyes showed some doubt.
Qin Luo put away the golden gourd. "Brother Wu, you are still alive because Heaven is not afraid of you. Even if you were allowed to live for another five hundred years, you still wouldn't be able to get Him to look at you properly."
"Hahaha......"
Wu Shashen laughed heartily, and as he laughed, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Autumn Leaves looked at Qin Luo, somewhat puzzled, "Are you friends? May I ask your name?"
"Longhu Temple, Qin Luo, he's my friend. I'm sorry for causing you trouble." Qin Luo cupped his hands in apology.
"He's lucky to have a friend like Master Qin." Qiu Luoye could tell that Qin Luo was no ordinary person.
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