Chapter 212 A one-month appointment! Nameless shocked!
The turbulent sword intent, from the direction of the gate of the Tianxiahui, swept towards the entire Tianxiahui like an endless cold wave.
In the void, a fierce gust of wind blew out of thin air, and the fallen leaves danced in the sky. Under the influence of the sword intent, each piece of fallen leaves was like a flying sword, flying and cutting vertically and horizontally in midair.
The warriors in the Tianxiahui were startled, everyone could clearly feel the terrifying sword intent that swept over them, and everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.
"What a terrifying sword intent, is this an invasion by a peerless swordsman?"
"Hiss... who the **** is so terrifying!"
"The enemy is invading, quickly take up arms to meet the enemy."
The warriors of the Tianxiahui who were sleeping got up one after another, picked up their weapons, raised their torches, and rushed towards the gate of the Tianxiahui.
Qin Shuang, Wen Chouchou and other senior leaders of the Tianxiahui were at the forefront.
However, before they reached the gate, they spotted a figure on the square of Tianxiahui.
What made everyone in the Tianxiahui furious was that that figure actually sat on the throne of the gang leader.
Qin Shuang, Wen Chouchou, and many other masters of the Tianxiahui immediately recognized that person as Duanlang, a traitor of the Tianxiahui.
"Boldly break the waves, how dare you sit on the throne of the gang leader."
Qin Shuang shouted angrily in a cold voice.
Everyone in the Tianxiahui also glared at Duanlang with blazing eyes. Duanlang offended the majesty of the gang leader so recklessly, which was tantamount to slapping them in the face of the Tianxiahui warriors.
"hehe!"
Duanlang sneered, squinted at Qin Shuang and everyone in the Tianxiahui, changed his posture on the throne, patted the armrest of the throne lightly, and said with disdain:
"This chief's throne is just so-so, I can sit if I want!"
At this moment, Duanlang was sitting on the throne that only the leader of the Tianxiahui could sit on, watching Qin Shuang and everyone in the Tianxiahui gnash their teeth.
Suddenly, I felt a great sense of accomplishment. My heart seemed to be surging with pride, as if the entire Central Plains were prostrate at my feet.
I think back then, when I was in Tianxiahui, I was just a small handyman with a low status, and the status of these people below was higher than him.
Now these people have to look up to themselves.
At this moment, Duanlang only wanted to say one word—cool!
It's just that before he finished having fun, he felt the pain!
A boot kicked by him at unknown time, suddenly branded his face fiercely, and his whole body flew out of the leader's throne like a cannonball, with a rumbling sound, breaking three thick stone pillars one after another , like a dead dog, fell to the ground, spit out three mouthfuls of blood one after another.
Especially his handsome face, which was originally quite handsome, is now swollen into a pig's head, and a bright red **** shoe print is deeply imprinted on his face.
"Are you qualified to sit on this throne?"
Ning Que smiled disdainfully, lifted the hem of his clothes, and sat down on the leader's throne.
"See the leader!"
Qin Shuang, Wen Chouchou and everyone from Tianxiahui knelt down on one knee and saluted Ning Que.
"Xiong Ba!"
Enduring the severe pain, Duanlang struggled to stand up. He touched his swollen face and the deep shoe prints on his face with his hands, and stared at Ning Que on the throne with hatred.
This is the person who, for many years, has always regarded himself as worthless. He is obviously the son of Nanlin Jianshou, and his martial arts are not inferior, but he is regarded as the most humble handyman in the world. His performance and chances to turn around.
Later, during a meeting where Dugu Fang came to visit, because of his small mistake, he accidentally spilled tea on Xiongba's hands, and was almost beaten to death by Xiongba.
And now, in front of so many people in the world, they stepped on his face.
Xiong Ba has caused Duanlang to suffer so many grievances, Duanlang can't wait to pick up the Fire Lin sword in his hand and stab hundreds of thousands of holes in the opponent's body.
"Do you still dare to kill me? Interesting!"
"Duanlang, do you know that when you are not strong enough, don't casually have the intention to kill someone who is stronger... you will die!"
Ning Que made a lightning strike with his right hand, pinched Duanlang's neck, and lifted it up like a dead duck.
In the original book, Duanlang was also a big boss in Fengyun 2, and his strength may be stronger than that of Di Shitian.
But the current Duanlang has not really risen yet. To Ning Que, it is just an ant that can be crushed to death.
However, considering that Broken Wave will also be a big BOSS, the potential is not under the wind and clouds, and it is also a "potential stock" with investment value.
Therefore, Ning Que did not kill Duanlang immediately, but secretly sent a demon seed into Duanlang's body, and then planned to give Duanlang some pain.
However, a sword shadow suddenly appeared in the void, slashing at Ning Que's right hand.
Ning Que didn't expect to kill Duanlang so quickly, so he loosened Duanlang's neck, and the whole lightning retreated, avoiding the sword shadow that was slashing down.
"Sword Master, you are here, why don't you show up?"
Ning Que sneered.
Ning Que's words did not receive a response, but in the void, a terrifying sword intent rushed towards Ning Que like mountains and seas.
At this moment, the swords of all the swordsmen in the Tianxiahui clanked, and they automatically left their sheaths. They flew into the air and worshiped in the direction of a stone pillar. The figure of a majestic old man in a shirt.
Wanjian worships!
Everyone in the Tianxiahui gasped when they saw this scene.
Such a state of kendo is too incredible.
Listening to what the guild leader said just now, the person here is the legendary sword master in martial arts?
Ning Que immediately discovered the Juggernaut above the stone pillar, feeling the surging sword intent that was rushing towards him, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
It's just sword intent, I will too!
In an instant, Ning Que unleashed his sword intent to ward off evil, and behind him instantly appeared a phantom of a light blue giant sword that soared into the sky.
In the void, the sharp sword that was originally worshiping the Sword Master immediately turned around and changed to worshiping Ning Que.
And the surging sword intent that came from the impact was instantly torn apart by the stronger and sharper sword intent emanating from behind Ning Que.
"Poof!"
The Juggernaut on top of the stone pillar suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, obviously suffering from backlash.
He looked in disbelief at the phantom of the huge sword behind Ning Que that went straight into the sky... In this world, apart from Wuming, there is actually a stronger swordsman than him!
Qin Shuang, Wen Chouchou, and the members of the Tianxiahui were all dumbfounded when they saw the phantom of the huge sword behind Ning Que. They didn't expect that Ning Que was also a swordsman, and such a powerful and terrifying swordsman.
"Xiongba, in a month's time, I will challenge you again and take back the Peerless City!"
The sword master flashed and appeared in front of Duanlang. He grabbed Duanlang and fled outwards. The figure quickly disappeared in front of everyone in Tianxiahui.
"Where to escape?"
Qin Shuang roared angrily, and was about to lead someone to hunt him down.
"Forget it, killing him now is the same as killing him a month later!"
Ning Que said calmly, and reached out his hand to stop Qin Shuang. Having read the original book, he knew that the Juggernaut had a physical problem and would not live long. With Juggernaut's personality, he would definitely come back in a month. Therefore, he doesn't need to worry at all now.
More importantly, he also wanted to see the "Sword Twenty-Three" created by the Juggernaut one month later.
Zhonghua Pavilion.
At the moment when Ning Que released his sword intent, Wuming, who was playing the erhu, was startled suddenly. He turned to the erhu in his hand, walked out the door, and looked in the direction of Tianxiahui.
"One sword intent belongs to the Juggernaut...but whose sword intent is the other? It is even stronger than the sword master's sword intent!"
Wuming said to himself, there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
Second update!
(end of this chapter)