Chapter 493: Shushan Swordsman
Zhao Yushu looked at the big hole that was blown out in his room and felt like cursing.
What's the point of gods fighting and mortals suffering? Why bother me with your own things?
I was lying against the wall eavesdropping on the quarrel over there. Although I couldn't understand a word they were saying in Tibetan, I was sure that the new guy with twin ponytails, no, twin braids, had the upper hand.
The woman next to him is amazing.
I don't know if it's a cultural or regional issue, but the cultivators from Tibet are not particularly strong, but they do have a lot of fancy skills, which are very different from the cultivators from the Central Plains. Although that's the case after they're seen through, they do have the effect of killing on first sight before they're seen through.
What are the abilities of this female cultivator who looks like the Skeleton King?
Two have been spotted so far. One is a black mist that can distort the accuracy within a certain range. However, it is not certain whether it can only distort projectiles such as arrows, or whether it can also distort melee attacks.
Another one is the dog's nose.
Well, classmate Xiao Fu is in danger.
"Bai Ma, can you find him?"
Doji and the other two walked out of the inn and looked at the bustling crowds on the street. There were too many Tang people here.
"can."
Bai Ma closed his eyes, his nose twitched, his brows furrowed, and he seemed to be a little confused.
"what happened?"
"he·····"
"Can't find it?"
"too close!"
Bai Ma suddenly turned around and a sword light fell from the sky.
The swift sword of Shushan is unmatched in the world.
Bai Ma pulled Doji away. Her reaction was extremely fast, but it was not fast enough to face the Shushan swordsman who was well prepared and attacked suddenly.
Doji is just a mortal. He may dodge once, but he will never be able to dodge a second time.
So Bai Ma grabbed the Tibetan monk with his other hand.
The sword flashed, Bai Ma struck out with a palm, and a blue-gray garment shattered into pieces. A swordsman in white retreated several steps and stood proudly.
Shushan swordsman, Fu Yun.
The Tibetan monk had his eyes wide open, covering his neck, making hoarse sounds, and blood foam gushed out of his mouth.
If it was a one-on-one duel, he might not be Fu Yun's opponent, but he would definitely be defeated in one move.
However, when it came to his master's life, he was mercilessly used as a shield to block the opponent's attack route, even if it was just to prevent his master from getting a scratch.
The monk tried hard to turn his head and looked at his master Doji, who was full of fear and anger, and slowly fell down.
Doji didn't even look at him until the scene in his eyes completely disappeared.
"Fu Yun!"
Doji's Chinese is pretty good, and he pronounced the two words clearly, with gnashing teeth.
"it's me."
"You are so lucky, do you know who I am?!"
"My senior brother taught me that if someone wants to kill you, you should kill them back. I said, what if it's the prince? Guess what you would say, senior brother?"
Fu Yun rarely spoke so much. Doji frowned. He was the prince of Ye Ru. If he was lucky, he could be the prince of Tubo or even the prince of the world.
"Brother said,"
Fu Yun swung his sword, drawing out more than ten sword shadows.
"The emperor will be killed as well."
The sword shadow flashed across and flew into the air.
The flying sword of Shushan is unparalleled in the world.
Black smoke rose, and as more than a dozen sword lights touched the black smoke, they flew away like headless flies, without touching Doji and Baima at all.
"kill him."
Fu Yun's attack was fierce, and he even killed one of his subordinates at the first move, but for Doji, it just made him panic for a moment.
With this guard by his side, not to mention Fu Yun, who is only at the fourth level, even if someone from the seventh level comes, he may not be able to get away with it.
Bai Ma nodded, waved his hand and released a cloud of black smoke that completely enveloped Doji, then walked towards Fu Yun step by step.
Fu Yun is not Zhao Yushu. He does not have top-notch magic weapons, nor does he have a skill that can be called a bug. He does not have a super comprehension that allows him to learn everything he sees, and he does not even have a combat IQ that far exceeds that of normal cultivators.
Facing a seventh-level master who was already a great cultivator, and one of the best in the seventh level, he had no chance of winning.
Not only him, but also Zhao Yushu, when he was in the fourth level, was unable to fight against the cultivators of the seventh level. An elder of Wangjiang Tower was able to suppress him and make him unable to move.
The fact that Fu Yun was still able to draw the sword at this time was a testament to Shushan's good teaching.
Bai Ma walked faster and faster, and the tips of his skinny fingers actually reflected a little light.
With her skills, Fu Yun wouldn't last more than three moves in a head-on fight.
I don’t know if the master of this fair and tender little boy will give me his skin as a reward after I kill him. I have always wanted to paint a good thangka.
Suddenly, Bai Ma stopped without any warning, almost without any sign, or even without inertia.
With a sound of "click", a short spear was inserted in front of her, with lightning flashing around on the spear.
"Bai Ma, you dare to kill my Fu Lang?"
Miaoyinhai, dressed in white, walked slowly towards him from behind, with a smile on his face.
He is worthy of being the man she has chosen. With only the fourth level of the heaven, he can plan to kill Doji’s guards in the street and even dare to attack Bai Ma head-on.
On the plateau, his courage and wisdom make him absolutely a first-class warrior, and only such a person can be worthy of the goddess of the plateau.
Fu Yun turned around and smiled slightly.
"I'm here to find you."
Zhao Yushu stood upstairs, listening to the innkeeper apologizing with a bitter face, after all, his room was pierced through by the gods, and watching the two young people showing their love below.
“It’s really sour and smelly.”
Old Zhao waved his fan and said, if I didn't already have a partner, I would definitely mess things up for you guys right now and let you know how to write the four words "star-crossed couple".
But seeing that this kid doesn't intend to turn back, why not let him go and ask Senior Brother Wu what to do. Anyway, Fu Yun will have to choose between Shushan and Gaoyuan.
"Bai Ma."
Dorje's voice came out from the black smoke: "Kill them all except my moon."
Bai Ma nodded expressionlessly, and swung out a claw violently, shattering the thunder that suddenly exploded on the short spear. At the same time, he opened his mouth, saliva dripping from his black and yellow teeth. A silent scream shook the air into layers of phantoms, directly shattering Fu Yun's sword shadow and the bows and arrows of the Liao guards in mid-air.
The iron chain flew out and was grabbed by Bai Ma. A stream of black smoke quickly flowed upstream along the iron chain and collided violently with the spiritual power of the guard holding the chain.
The green-armored guard had a grim expression on his face. He did not make any move. He was the last line of defense for Miaoyinhai. Although Baima would not attack Miaoyinhai in theory, a qualified guard would not think of theories but only of possible events.
Bai Ma fought against four people alone and handled the situation with ease.
Fu Yun had never thought that one day he would join forces with several Tibetan monks. This scene completely confirmed what Senior Brother Zhao said. Miao Yinhai was indeed not a pitiful and helpless weak woman. She was a noble lady from Tibet, and her purpose in approaching him must not be simple.
He is likely to be the first stop of Tubo's attack on Shushan.
But the moment I saw her, I was truly happy from the bottom of my heart.
Shushan, Master, Senior Brother, and Senior Brother Zhao, thank you.
Fu Yun took a deep breath, swung his sword to block the claw that Bai Ma casually swung out, and turned back to look at Miaoyinhai.
Goodbye, my Jiangbai Gyatso.