Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning - Chapter 1134 445: Inside the Xiuyun Pavilion (Part 2)
Su Mo said admiringly, “The deeds of the Third Generation Ancestor are truly commendable.”
Wang Shengyuan laughed and said, “Indeed, the Third Generation Ancestor had a heart for the world, yet was not burdened by fame, truly a model for our generation.
“After the great event was settled, although most people had dispersed.
“However, some returned to the Qi Family.
“Since then, the Qi Family officially established internal and external divisions.
“The external Absolute Skills are the three I mentioned earlier, while the internal knowledge belongs to the family.
“For many years thereafter, the Qi Family lived peacefully in one corner.
“Until the Fourth Generation Ancestor took the position, then the idea of Tianqi, Tianshuang, and Tianlong cities standing in a triangle arose.
“The world was unaware of the roots, thinking that the Qi Family rose later.
“Not so.
“The Qi Family has always been the Qi Family.
“The previous Family Head had to join the Nanhai Alliance due to the situation in Nanhai, hence the current appearance.”
As they were talking and walking, they quickly entered the inner courtyard.
Wang Shengyuan led Su Mo and the others to a hall, and upon raising their eyes, they saw a plaque with three large characters: Xiuyun Pavilion.
Before Wang Shengyuan could enter the hall to announce their arrival, they heard an angry shout:
“Die, scoundrel!”
Followed by a sweep of Sword Qi and Blade Light, a loud bang, and the clash had already begun inside the hall.
Wang Shengyuan’s expression changed: “Not good…”
Immediately he hurried into the hall.
Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun exchanged a glance and followed quickly.
Entering the hall, they saw two figures flipping up and down; one held a Short Blade, with moves quick as lightning, like a storm.
The other figure was seemingly one person but actually two.
One had a large body, holding a big blade; although slow, the force was immense.
The footwork technique beneath him was somewhat mysterious, turning within inches and considering all directions.
The other was a weird person as small as a monkey, straddling the neck of the large person, holding two extremely long Longswords.
Though not as exaggerated as the Qilin Swordsman’s seven feet, they were over five feet.
The sword light was grand yet tricky, extremely peculiar.
The Blade user’s Blade Light was nearly completely blocked by these two Longswords.
In addition to the three combatants, four more were seated in the hall.
Sitting at the top was an Old Man with white hair and beard.
His brows were furrowed, looking impatiently at the scene before him.
To his left sat an old lady with her head down, gnawing on an apple.
The old woman’s teeth were uneven, leaving grooves on the apple, tasting little but enjoying the flavor.
Facing her was a red-haired, red-faced man.
His collar open, one hand patting his round belly, the other holding a wine gourd.
His gaze occasionally glanced at the three fighting, lacking energy.
To his left was a black-clad young man, looking about twenty, with a stern face and furrowed brows.
Among those accompanying Su Mo, Shangguan Jingjing, who had been absent-minded, saw this person and was overjoyed, instinctively calling out:
“Brother Ximen!”
This call echoed into the hall, causing everyone inside to look.
The black-clad man referred to as Brother Ximen’s expression changed:
“Jingjing?”
Bewildered, his face suddenly changed drastically: “Jingjing, quickly leave!!”
Longing for him day and night, Shangguan Jingjing finally met him but didn’t understand why she was suddenly told to leave?
Confused, her feet involuntarily wanted to rush towards the young man.
The young man sat there anxiously yet didn’t move.
Blue veins popped on his forehead, and all he could do was shout:
“Leave now!!!”
“Annoyance!”
His shouting annoyed the dual sword-wielding weirdo.
He was fighting for life and death, yet someone nearby was shouting, a ridiculous situation.
Immediately the dual swords shook, pushed back the Blade user, and pointed the Longsword casually, a strand of Sword Qi suddenly breaking through the wind, aiming straight for the youth’s brow.
The youth couldn’t move, and as Sword Qi approached, he could only close his eyes waiting for death.
Unexpectedly, a large hand suddenly grabbed, causing the Sword Qi to dissipate—acted by the red-faced man beside the youth.
He glanced at the weirdo:
“Old Ghost, we don’t care about your fight, but to target my money tree without reason…
“Do you seek death?”
“Demon Blade and Ghost Sword lack awareness from the start, a known matter.”
The Blade user ran across the hall, speaking while moving: “However, he might find closure today.”
“You’re talking nonsense!”
The weirdo shouted angrily, as the fatty below him roared, constantly moving his legs, shifting all around, while the weirdo’s Longsword moved, a storm of Sword Qi flew in all directions.
The Blade user darting through the hall saw this and suddenly stopped.
The Blade in the palm collected in momentum, and his form appeared on one side of the wall.
He stood diagonally on the wall, exerted force below, True Qi gathered on the Short Blade, and in an instant Blade Light flickered, cutting through the sword rain like waves.
The single blade drove directly towards the weirdo’s brow.
At that moment, the fatty suddenly stopped and with the Big Blade he held, powerfully swung from below upwards.
