The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

"See the Sword Master!"

There was still no movement in the hut.

After Dugu Fang said it three times, he closed his mouth and stood quietly waiting.

Squeak!

Not long after, the door of the hut opened without warning.

At this moment, Dugu Fang was a little excited.

He stepped forward and entered the hut, not forgetting to gently close the door.

The hut is really simple to the extreme.

A wooden table, a few rough wooden swords, plus a thatched futon, nothing else.

On the futon, sat an old man with white hair and beard.

The old man closed his eyes slightly and remained motionless.

Rao is Dugu Fang, a mythical peak powerhouse, who can't feel the slightest breath of a living person!

"Meet the Juggernaut!" Dugu said hurriedly, without doubting him.

"What are you doing here?" The sword master said lightly.

Dugu still bent his waist, and said respectfully: "I report to the Sword Master, my Wushuang City is facing a catastrophe, if there is no Sword Master to take action, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get through it!"

The sword master slowly opened his eyes, his eyes as deep as stars, his eyes as sharp as a sharp blade, directly pierced Dugu Fang's heart.

Dugu Fang trembled all over, and bowed even lower.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar person, a trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the Juggernaut, but immediately, that sadness was suppressed by him.

After a while, the Juggernaut closed his eyes slightly again, and said calmly: "Your means are not inferior to Dugu Fang back then. Besides, there are countless strong people in Wushuang City. If you look at the world, who else can do anything to you?"

Dugu Fang's hand trembled unconsciously, obviously he was extremely in awe of the Juggernaut.

"Sword Master Mingjian, everything stems from the departure of the royal patriarch who has not shown himself for a hundred years. Just a few days ago, Duguming, the father and son of the city lord, also died in his hands..."

As soon as the words fell, Dugu Fang suddenly felt a great aura that completely enveloped him, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed!

The originally simple thatched hut suddenly disappeared, replaced by a dark chaos, in this chaos, countless swords shone with awe-inspiring cold light suddenly appeared!

At this moment, he is completely in a world of swords!

This feeling made him feel suffocated, and a thought lingered in his mind inexplicably.

It seems that as long as the Sword Master moves his mind, he will die without a place to bury him.

"Dugu Ming is dead..."

With the sound of the sword master's voice, the time of the sword in front of Dugu Fang's eyes slowly disappeared, and he suddenly realized that he was still in the simple hut.

"The strength of the patriarch of the royal family is unfathomable. According to news, he has subdued the fire unicorn in Lingyun Cave!"

The Juggernaut frowned, and stood up from the futon.

Only then did the pressure surrounding Dugu's body dissipate invisible.

Dugu Fang took a deep breath and continued: "The patriarch of the royal family is less than twenty miles away from Wushuang City. Presumably, he will enter Wushuang City in person in the near future. At that time, if there is no Sword Master to make a move, Wushuang The city is in danger!"

The sword master was silent for a long time, and glanced at the Wushuang sword hanging on Dugu Fang's waist.

Clang! !

With a thought in the sword master's mind, the Wushuang sword unsheathed itself, and the dazzling sword light would make people unable to open their eyes.

Feeling that the real master was calling to it, Wushuangjian seemed to be a little excited, and let out a crisp sword chant.

Whoosh!

The Juggernaut slowly raised a hand, and the Wushuang Sword suddenly fell into it!

"Long time no see, how are you?"

The Juggernaut looked at Wushuangjian with a hundred times gentler gaze than ever.

He caressed the blade of the sword lovingly, Dugu took off the scabbard at the right time, and held it respectfully to the Sword Master.

But the sword master shook his head, shook his hand, and put the Wushuang sword back into the scabbard again.

"I don't have a sword in my hand anymore, so I don't need to take a sword..."

After saying this, he gently pushed open the door of the hut and walked outside.

He took a deep breath, looking through the sky, the first day that was slowly climbing to the peak, seemed to see a figure in white.

Chapter 25: See Dugu Juggernaut (3/3)

The night covered the land, the whole small town was quiet, except the inn was still brightly lit.

In the middle of the hall, the shopkeeper stood beside Han Chen with his head bowed, looked at the cold food and drinks on the table, and asked cautiously: "You have waited for such a long time, won't the guests come? If not you Go to rest first, the servant is waiting here..."

Han Chen slowly opened his slightly closed eyes, and said lightly: "The identity of this guest is unusual, and it is worth waiting for. You can go down!"

In desperation, the shopkeeper could only cup his hands and take another look. He walked down the open gate and the empty street quietly.

The inn fell into silence again, and Han Chen still sat upright.

He was not in a hurry, and occasionally picked up the wine glass and took a sip, as if enjoying the feeling very much.

clang!clang!clang!

On the street, the clapper rang three times.

It's already three watch.

A gust of wind blew across the street, entered the entrance hall, and picked up the corner of Han Chen's clothes.

Han Chen's hand holding the wine glass settled down slightly, and a faint smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After drinking the wine in the glass, Han Chen stretched out two fingers, facing the wine glass filled with amber liquid on the opposite side of the table, a little farther away!

Whoosh!

The wine glass turned into a stream of light and flew towards the gate of the inn.

As imagined, the sound of the wine glass breaking on the ground did not sound.

After a while, a thick and majestic voice said loudly: "Good wine, good wine!"

Whoosh!

The wine glass flew back and landed firmly on the table. The wine in the glass had disappeared without a trace!

The smile on the corner of Han Chen's mouth became stronger, he picked up the wine jar on the table, refilled the two wine glasses, and then said: "Good wine and good banquet, naturally there must be a good story to accompany it, otherwise, it will always be What do you think of the lack of three flavors, Your Excellency?"

"Hahaha!"

The hearty laugh seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet inn.

As the laughter stopped, an old man with white hair and white beard, dressed in a simple and elegant green dress, walked slowly into the inn.

"This old man does have a good story here, but unfortunately, I have never met someone who can listen to the story to the end. I don't know if you are the only one!"

The old man unceremoniously sat across from Han Chen, picked up the wine glass again, drank it down in one gulp, and poured another glass for himself.

Han Chen looked at the old man, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and said, "Let's listen to the story!"

The old man's hand stopped, and his eyes, which were old but still as sharp as a falcon, unconsciously narrowed for a moment.

"Are you sure you want to listen?"

Han Chen didn't care about the killing intent in the old man's words, and said with a smile: "If not, wouldn't it be a waste of time for Han to wait for such a long time in the middle of the night?"

The old man took a deep look at Han Chen, as if he felt something unusual in Han Chen's gaze.

He was silent for a moment, nodded, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing the old man like this, Han Chen swallowed the wine glass in his stomach, and also closed his eyes.

For a while, the inn fell into silence again.

However, this kind of tranquility is not like the tranquility just now...

After a long time, the night got darker, but the sky was not as dark as before, because the little stars were much more dazzling than before.

Han Chen in the inn opened his eyes first.

He smiled lightly, then shook his head.

A moment later, the old man also opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, a powerful coercion that completely surpassed the mythical realm suddenly enveloped the entire inn.

However, it only appeared for a moment.

A trace of surprise and astonishment flashed in the old man's eyes, and there was a hint of excitement in it.

"Your Excellency's strength is rare in Dugu's life!" The old man said in a deep voice.

Han Chen looked at him with great interest, and said, "How is it compared to Wuming?"

The old man was taken aback, and after hearing the word 'nameless', his body became visibly stiff.

"The nameless sword is extremely sharp, and it is quite the same as Your Excellency's sword intent, but it is very different!"

Han Chen put an unopened wine jar in front of the old man, and said, "Different people have different swords!"

Without hesitation, the old man slapped the wine jar away, raised his head and drank wildly, extremely heroic.

A jar of wine was drunk in an instant, the old man was not half drunk, he threw the wine jar away, looked at Han Chen with burning eyes, and said: "Listen, it's better to watch, only by seeing it with your own eyes can you truly understand his sword. The old man is very much looking forward to the three of you being able to fight together!"

Han Chen nodded, and said: "Han has invited Wuming to go to Wushuang City for a talk. After three days, he will definitely disturb you!"

The old man took a deep look at Han Chen, and immediately stood up, clasped his fists, and walked out the door.

When he came to the door, he stopped and said: "Dugu Ming's death is his own fault. Wushuang City can afford to lose such a dude, but after all, he is the future city lord. If he can really fight, Your Excellency It's a different matter if you beat the old man, but if you lose, then don't blame me, the old man went to the Supreme Palace in person to ask for an explanation!"

After finishing speaking, the old man did not hesitate, his body swayed, and he disappeared into the vast night.

Han Chen shook his head, the smile on his face gradually subsided.

"As expected of a sword master, his cultivation and swordsmanship have all reached the realm of perfection. I don't know what kind of means that Wuming, who is stronger than him, will do!"

His fingers tapped lightly on the table a few times, not knowing what he was thinking about.