Chapter 336: Two of the Top Ten Masters of the Jianghu: Iron Palm Flying Dragon, Jade-Faced Asura

The darkness seemed to be split open by an invisible blade into six cracks, and six figures seeped out from those cracks.

There were no footsteps, not even the sound of clothes rubbing.

They landed as lightly as six falling leaves, yet carried the oppressive force of a mountain collapse.

In the blink of an eye, the six had formed a surrounding posture.

"No way, this Chief has always been cautious..."

"It's easy to have no sense of security!"

Chen Yan was unhurried, slowly spreading his hands. His wide cloak fell with the movement, revealing the lapels of the moon-white brocade robe inside. His fingertips were still stained with the fluff he had rubbed off while smoothing the ties just now.

His tone was as relaxed as if he were telling a joke, his gaze sweeping over the circle of cold-flashing weapons.

"So what if you're cautious?"

Chu Chaosheng on the east suddenly sneered, making people's ear tips numb. The eyes under his messy hair were shockingly bright, and the diagonal scar twisted into a ferocious shape in the twilight: "Chief Chen, today is your death day!"

He took half a step forward, the short blade spinning in his palm, the greenish light sweeping across Chen Yan's face: "This place is your burial ground!"

"Hahahaha!"

Chen Yan put his hands on his hips, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. The laughter rolled out from his throat, shaking another layer of residual snow from the eaves.

He laughed until his shoulders trembled, and even his lapels shook out fine folds. The previous calmness was suddenly mixed with a bit of mockery, like looking at a group of clowns.

"Sometimes it's better not to say harsh words too early..." When he straightened up, there were still watery lights from laughing at the corners of his eyes. His fingertips pointed at Chu Chaosheng: "It's easy for the wind to flash your tongue, and finally slap your face!"

"Is that so?"

Chu Chaosheng played with the short blade in his hand, smiled contemptuously, his gaze swept over Zhu Yi and Hongye, and said disdainfully: "Does Chief Chen really think that with just two guards, you can block the six of us?"

While facing six with two, and having to protect Chen Yan's safety, how could it not be at a disadvantage?

And he could still be this confident?

Did he really think the two guards beside him were invincible in the world and could kill their way into the six of them with one sword?

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The black-clothed man in the north who had been silent suddenly gave a low drink, urging extremely impatiently: "Quick battle, quick decision!"

"If you don't try, how can you know?"

Chen Yan's mouth lifted slightly. He first answered Chu Chaosheng, and then ordered in a deep voice: "Zhu Yi, Hongye, this Chief doesn't want living mouths, leave none!"

"Yes."

Zhu Yi and Hongye looked at each other, without any hesitation, and responded in unison.

"Arrogant!"

"Then let's see the real chapter under our hands!"

Chu Chaosheng seemed to be enraged, his eyes splitting, cold light bursting from the short blade, and he rushed forward straight ahead.

"Kill!"

"Surround them!"

That angry shout seemed to ignite the fuse, and the remaining five rose up at the same time, killing Chen Yan, who looked down on everything, from different directions.

Zhu Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Hongye, you block those four weak ones!"

"After I finish cleaning up these two, I'll come to help you!"

As he spoke, his wrist turned, and his long sword "clanged" out of its sheath, the sword body drawing a cold arc in the twilight.

"Good." Hongye nodded slightly, and her long sword also came out of its sheath, responding.

Although she had to face four alone, the four Zhu Yi gave her, including Chu Chaosheng, were not even a fraction as strong as the two he left for himself...

Judging from the breath alone, the one who urged them to move impatiently must be among the top masters!

"Cleaning up the two of us?"

"What a big tone!"

Zheng Yi laughed, then erupted like an arrow released from a bow, his right palm gathering thick inner energy and carrying a sharp, air-piercing sound as he struck straight toward Zhu Yi's heart: "Take this palm from me first!"

"Bang!"

Zhu Yi moved sideways, his left hand turned from a fist into a palm, and greeted it straight on, while his right hand held the sword, guarding against the other master hidden under the black cloak.

The moment the two powerful forces collided, the counter-shock force rose suddenly.

Zheng Yi retreated three steps.

And Zhu Yi retreated two and a half steps, feeling the strength between his palms just now, but his face showed gravity, his brow furrowed: "This palm technique... this strength..."

Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his head, staring at the person who had exchanged palms with him, and said in surprise: "You are Iron Palm Flying Dragon?!"

In his words, it was full of disbelief.

"Exactly!"

"It is Zheng!"

Zheng Yi raised his head, his gaze solemn, and he no longer covered it up, directly admitting his identity, and looked at Zhu Yi with great interest, teasing: "This swordsman has some insight..."

"You, one of the dignified Top Ten Masters of the Jianghu..."

Zhu Yi looked at Zheng Yi's palms, which were glowing with greenish-black, his brow instantly twisted into a dead knot, a trace of undisguised shock flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Can actually condescend to do the work of assassination?!"

Previously, he only thought it was a powerful assassin, but at this moment, he realized that the other party was actually a ruthless character on the list...

No wonder the palm power was so domineering!

It is rumored that Iron Palm Flying Dragon's Iron Sand Palm has reached perfection; three palms can crack stone, five palms can shatter gold.

It's just that he didn't expect that such a famous figure would condescend to be an assassin?!

"Hahahaha!"

Zheng Yi didn't care, his wild laughter grew louder: "Only by killing the three of you, who else can know about this matter?"

Iron Palm Flying Dragon following and assassinating at night, if this matter were spread out, it would indeed lose status and damage prestige, and it would not be a joke to become a big joke in the Jianghu.

But after silencing these three turtles in a jar, wouldn't it not spread out?

Dead people are the most reassuring.

"Iron Palm Flying Dragon, who exactly sent you?!" Zhu Yi's Adam's apple rolled twice, his voice carrying sharpness that could not be mistaken, "Who can order you to take action against my Young Master??"

"Dead people don't need to know so much!"

"Eat my palm again!"

Zheng Yi didn't want to talk nonsense, roared and rushed up again.

This time his palm technique was faster and more ruthless, and the palm wind carried a bit of determination to silence, clearly having no intention of revealing anything.

Just wanted to quickly slap Zhu Yi to death, and then complete the task!

"Swordsman, since you recognized Zheng's identity, then try mine too!"

The other one of the two who had been silent before held a half-moon-shaped weapon in each hand, the blade edge glowing with bluish dark light. It was the rare Ziwu Yuan Yang Halberd in the Jianghu.

His footsteps were as light as a cat, silently circling to the south side, the halberd tip pointing straight at Zhu Yi's back heart.

Obviously, he wanted to take advantage of his unpreparedness and succeed in one blow.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Zhu Yi keenly sensed the aura of danger; he first employed his movement technique to dodge Zheng Yi's iron palm, then flicked his hand back to strike the crescent curve of the Ziwu halberd.

Crisp sounds rose one after another, and a soft force came along the sword body, not as fierce as the Iron Palm Flying Dragon, but carrying tricky spinning strength.

The black-clothed man grinned, his left-hand halberd suddenly left his hand, turning into an arc and flying toward Zhu Yi's face, while his right-hand halberd took advantage of the situation and stabbed straight at his throat.

Zhu Yi immediately spun his long sword to weave three sword blossoms, blocking all the incoming attacks. Recalling the way he had just addressed Zheng Yi, he seemed to realize something and said in a deep voice: "To possess such cultivation and be so close to the Iron Palm Flying Dragon, you must also be one of the top ten experts of the Jianghu..."

"And there is only one who uses the Ziwu Halberd!"

"You are Jade-Faced Asura?!"

His voice carried a cold sharpness that broke through the truth.

Jade-Faced Asura's ranking was even higher than Iron Palm Flying Dragon!

It is rumored that this person was famous for his handsomeness in his early years, but later ruined half his face due to practicing martial arts and going into demonic possession.

Gao Guiyan tore off the black cloak that covered him, revealing the half of his face that, although scarred, still vaguely showed a handsome outline, and smiled sinisterly: "Exactly Gao!"

"Now do you still dare to speak wildly and clean up the two of us?"

Before the words fell, the double halberds suddenly collided, emitting a harsh metallic sound.

It is possible to face two with one, but to deal with two of the Top Ten Masters of the Jianghu at the same time is no different from a daydream!

Even the number one in the world would not dare to be so arrogant!

"If you don't try, how can you know who is better?"

Zhu Yi didn't care, holding the sword in his right hand, the corner of his mouth hooked into a smile, and asked back.

Gao Guiyan heard this, his eyes suddenly turned cold, the double halberds suddenly accelerated, and the two arcs in the moonlight were like poisonous snakes spitting letters, every move not leaving Zhu Yi's vital points.

Iron Palm Flying Dragon Zheng Yi also tacitly changed moves, his palm wind specifically forcing his lower plate, the two, one hard and one soft, actually weaving a net of heaven and earth.

And on the other side.

"A woman also wants to face four alone?"

Chu Chaosheng sneered, his single saber whistling through the wind as he slashed straight at Hongye's shoulder. Seeing her slender figure, he didn't take her seriously at all, his moves filled with contempt.

The other black-clothed man saw this, and immediately said to Chu Chaosheng and the three: "You three slaughter her, I will go to kill Chief Chen!"

After saying that, without any pause, he rushed straight to kill Chen Yan.

He deeply remembered what the purpose of coming here was...

"Good."

The three looked at each other, and together killed toward Hongye, blocking her rescue path.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

A burst of metallic collision sounds rose suddenly.

Hongye didn't even lift her eyelids. Just as the blade reached her shoulder, she suddenly lowered her body and spun, her red robes like a startled swan skimming the water, sliding past the opponent's blade to his right side before leaping out of the encirclement.

Subsequently, as her wrist turned, the long sword went straight out, just right blocking the black-clothed man's heart.

"Ah!"

The smile on his face that was about to succeed had not yet faded, and his pupils had suddenly enlarged.

He never expected that he would be stabbed.

"Woman?"

Hongye's wrist sank slightly, the long sword stabbed in completely, and then pulled out extremely quickly. The blood beads on the blade were flicked onto the snow, blooming a striking red.

"Your sword... can actually... be this fast..."

The black-clothed man fell straight down, and until he died, he didn't understand how he could have fallen into the hands of a "woman."

"Just this bit of ability and you dare to come out to assassinate?" Hongye smiled contemptuously and sneered.

"She is actually this powerful?!"

The remaining three were startled by that clean and neat sword, and took half a step back. Looking at their companion falling straight into the snow, their Adam's apples couldn't help but roll twice.

The first to react was Chu Chaosheng, who clenched his short blade, his voice trembling obviously, and decisively said: "Drag her, wait for Iron Palm Flying Dragon and Jade-Faced Asura to finish cleaning up the swordsman..."

"Hmm!" The other two nodded in unison, agreeing.

They knew very well that with their strength, even if the three of them joined forces, it would definitely not be the woman's opponent.

"The gap between you and those two masters is more than a star and a half!"

Hongye was expressionless. Before the words fell, her figure had already shot out like an arrow from a bow, the wind brought by the long sword rolling the snow on the ground into the sky.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The remaining three, following the two screams, were also cleanly solved by two.

Chen Yan saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he exhorted: "Hongye, hurry up and kill the remaining one and go help..."

Before the words were finished, a sharp stinging pain suddenly came from his chest.

Chen Yan looked down, only to see a diamond-shaped dart stuck on his robe, the red tassel at the end of the dart trembling lightly with his breathing.

The dart body had already sunk in half an inch, and the surrounding fabric was quickly soaked by the spreading dark color. ===== CHAPTER 337 =====