Chapter 176: Exchange

By the Moon-Catching Lake.

The sheep was walking closer to the evil tiger bit by bit, and the tiger had already extended its pale bone claws, while the sheep was completely unaware.

Truly completely unaware—Li Bijun did indeed send an invitation to the Seven Serpents, and also speculated that they would come, but whether they would come or when they would come, she had no way to investigate.

The autumn night was very cool and quiet. When Li Bijun first came over, she felt that the moonlight here was a moist coolness on her skin, but she soon discovered that it was actually the lake vapor blending in.

The relaxation she displayed was a performance, but the look of being entangled by worries was not.

Tonight's matter for the young girl was a game that determined life and death. She put everything she could reach on it, without anyone's permission.

Among which, the lightest was her own life.

Succeed, and change the world; fail, and collapse, turn to ashes and smoke.

She took hold of Cuiyu's rudder without authorization, while the people on the ship knew nothing.

The next step might be the abyss.

The main hall shrank in the raging fire, the chatting and laughing heads rolled to her feet, the familiar corpses were nailed to the pillars, and the flowing blood was like eye-catching new paint... This scene had made her wake up in terror at midnight for several days.

She brought it with her own hands.

There is no need to say anything about me bearing all the responsibility and bearing all the scolding—it has no meaning. When all this happens, you cannot bear any responsibility, and no one will be able to speak to scold you anymore.

You destroyed everything, and you know you can never repay it.

Under the young girl's light and loving face, heavy and viscous black blood had already pressed full of the entire heart.

But.

She knew she had to do this. To be the Sect Master of Cuiyu, she must have this courage, dare to hold the lives of hundreds of people in the mountain gate and the heritage of four hundred years in her hands, and then press them on the gambling table.

After tonight, Cuiyu might fall into the abyss, but it might also walk on another bumpy, but definitely bright road.

The road Li Bijun chose for Cuiyu.

The entire Cuiyu sect, only she herself knew what she was doing.

Heavy shadows suddenly occupied her field of vision. Li Bijun raised her head; it turned out she had walked into the shadows of the building.

The Seven Serpents Cave hadn't come yet.

There was no strange color on the young girl's face. She tilted her head and looked at the Moon-Catching Lake again, and felt a chill on her neck.

Her first feeling was still the cool lake wind, but she soon realized something was wrong. This chill was more persistent and had a clear touch. She raised her head—it turned out it was raining again.

It was indeed such a season.

This thought flashed through the young girl's brain, and then she saw the reeds in front of her suddenly bulge.

At the same time, a third kind of coolness silently stuck to her neck from behind.

The cold hair on her back suddenly stood up.

When facing front just now, everything was empty and peaceful, but as soon as she turned around, the sword edge had already approached her skin. This sword blade seemed to grow out of the night color out of thin air.

Too fast!

Seventh Life!

Seven Serpents Cave!

These three thoughts turned in her mind, and the young girl's body had already lunged forward.

Attacked from behind, with a disparity in cultivation, with her reaction and speed, she naturally couldn't dodge this sword. But in the reed clusters in front of her, the reeds were suddenly pressed to the ground by the bulging true Qi, and the reed flowers exploded all over the sky.

An old eagle shot out from among them.

This green shadow only flashed in her field of vision, and a ringing sound of metal clashing sounded behind her back. The exploded true Qi pushed onto the young girl's back.

Li Bijun lunged forward as she wished. Before touching the ground, she lightly supported with her five fingers, and her figure swept horizontally along the ground, instead heading towards the direction where the enemy attacked.

She clearly knew that she was just a bait. From the moment the two swords collided, the focus of this battle was no longer on her.

She didn't need to seek anyone's protection, just hide quietly.

Since this person made a move, it represented that his companions had already stood in their positions and checked the surroundings. In other words, this small building where he was hiding before would not have a second person.

Sure enough.

The young girl extended her arm to press the windowsill and jumped into the building. The moment her feet touched the ground, she looked back anxiously.

On the field.

The old man in green clothes had his front covered in mud, and his beard and face were also stained with quite a bit.

Li Bijun had been here for nearly an hour, and he had been lying in the reed clusters for an hour, his eyes not leaving the young girl for an instant.

Because at the beginning, the young girl told him: "Uncle Master, someone is going to come to kill me later, you hide inside and protect me well."

The old man stared with a pair of copper-bell-like eyes at that time.

He lay in the reed clusters as agreed, following the young girl in a snake-like manner. The fermented lake mud inside was dirty and smelly, making people want to retch. If it were normal, the old man would have already jumped up and fled with a strange cry, but at this time, his pair of red-staring eyes only stuck to the young girl, waiting for the evil person in the young girl's mouth.

Now that this person finally appeared, the old man's anger, which had been stifled for an hour, made his beard and hair stand up, and then he poured it all into this sword.

Who dares?!

With a cannon-like sword, the ghost shadow wearing a black robe was hit and flew away. The surging sword momentum pushed his sword body and slammed into his chest fiercely.

Under one blow, the black robe "puffed," and blood flew out from his throat with huge momentum. He couldn't even purse his lips. Clearly of the same realm, the black-robed man seemed not to have stepped into the Seventh Life in front of the old man.

Nie Qianyu, who had occupied the title of the number one Seventh Life in Bowang State for thirteen years, although his dementia was getting worse, his muscles, bones, and true Qi were completely undamaged.

Li Bijun on the building immediately brightened her eyes, and her fists tightened.

She knew how to define the victory or defeat of this battle.

Both sides had their own goals—the "General" in the other side's team.

Both sides hid their "General" in the back. The later they appeared, the later they would be targeted, and the greater the advantage.

Beheading the "General" is victory, and the first step towards victory is to force the opponent's "General" out.

The old man was naturally not the "General." He was the first piece placed on the chessboard. If he could behead the enemy in front of him, the "General" on the opposite side would be even closer to exposure.

Li Bijun didn't know how many pieces the other side had in total. She guessed at least three, and they had no more than them.

"The first piece," this thought flashed through her mind, and the young girl's heart felt suffocated. She reached into her sleeve and grabbed a whistle.

——

"I don't know the current strength of Senior Nie. When to come down to help, it's best for you to give the signal."

". Good."

"Let this whistle sound be the signal—if it's inconvenient for you to blow the whistle at that time, I will make a move after Senior Nie cannot fight."

——

This thought flashed by. The young girl stared at the movements of the black-robed man downstairs, trying hard to identify his identity.

But this person was just parrying, and his figure was not very familiar. It should be one of the two Seventh Lives who didn't appear very often in Seven Serpents.

So her gaze temporarily moved away from the battlefield, vigilantly and seriously scanning the surroundings.

Where would that "General" hide? Did he come? Can he be dragged out in advance?

On the field, there was another ringing sound of clashing. Li Bijun cast a glance over. The old man's angry and violent attack was like a sudden rain, and the black-robed man was retreating steadily.

He lost his tactful mind, lost the calm design in the battle, which certainly made him look stupid and reckless, but on the other hand, in a one-on-one battle, this was a kind of helpless advantage.

Because facing him, all the games and threats in your moves would be playing the lute to a cow. The old man would only attack continuously and angrily. He didn't know how to protect himself at all, nor did he care about his own life. He just wanted to use the sword in his hand to chop you into pieces.

The Cuiyu Sword Sect had long known this point, and Li Bijun knew the "habit" of the old man when fighting even better—when you need him to make a move, you must first stimulate his anger towards the enemy.

This was a task with great difficulty for others in Cuiyu—you might talk until your mouth is dry, but the old man would only look at the tree branches dazed and say he wanted to sit on the swing.

Only for the young girl, this matter was easy. The old man often called her name wrong, but that closeness and trust were always revealed in various childish behaviors.

One sentence "Uncle Master, someone wants to harm me" was enough to make him furious.

It was even easier to use than when the old man was clear-headed, because at that time he would think it was a joke, but now he completely trusted this groundless sentence without thinking.

On the field.

Or the black-robed man didn't have the courage to fight for his life, or this was not the situation where he needed to fight for his life. In short, he didn't tragically fight the old man with attack against attack, but was supporting himself embarrassedly under the old man's sword.

Victory or defeat was revealed at the first moment, and the collapse seemed to be in the next move.

Therefore, the second piece of the opponent had to be turned over.

From the east, a black robe swept across a distance of more than ten feet.

Another Seventh Life!

Different from the first person, this figure already gave Li Bijun a sense of familiarity when he flew over, and when he slashed his first sword, the young girl's lips had already softly spat out his name.

"Lian Yanjiang."

The master of the Silver Mist Cave, the third cave of Seven Serpents, had stepped into the Seventh Life for five years. He was tall and broad, good at using a heavy sword. Every time they met, he would heartily call her "Junior Niece Bijun."

As soon as this person appeared, Li Bijun tightened the whistle in her hand.

In the air, that iconic heavy sword, which was half larger than the usual size in both width and thickness, had already been lifted from under his robe and held high.

The wind behind him was violent. The old man slashed open the enemy in front of him, turned his head with angry eyes, twisted his arms, and met this fully accumulated sword without retreating at all.

And then he was staggered back by the shock.

After all, it was the same realm, and the opponent was strong in power. The temporarily swung sword indeed couldn't resist the opponent's full explosion.

The old man staggered two steps, but his third step had already nailed his figure, and he swung his sword to meet Lian Yanjiang again.

This time the two swords collided, and the old man only took one step back.

But there was no chance to adjust his posture again. The first black robe who had been supporting embarrassedly since the start of the fight finally revealed his fangs.

What a light and fast sword.

The old man was facing him with his back. The black robe's three true Qi bullets shot towards several acupuncture points on the old man. The old man dodged two of them instinctively, and the third one, combined with the silent sword edge, pierced into the old man's waist.

The true Qi rapidly twisted and tore the flesh, but was immediately imprisoned by the true Qi that poured down from the old man's body.

At the same time, the third sword collision with Lian Yanjiang from the front arrived. Under the interference from behind, this sword of the old man was destroyed by Lian Yanjiang. The injury he gave the black-robed man at the beginning appeared on himself at this time, and a mouthful of red blood "puffed" and sprayed out.

And the black robe who stabbed a sword from behind was not satisfied with this. He decisively pulled back his sword, and while the old man's strength was all forward, he extended his arm from behind to clamp the old man's body.

The old man couldn't resist facing the fourth sword slashed by Lian Yanjiang, like a prisoner waiting for execution.

To be honest, if Nie Qianyu were standing here in his prime, even if he were one against two, the two wouldn't dare to touch his edge directly. But now, this dazed old man who only knew how to fight hard against hard could no longer deal with a battle of more than one person.

Upstairs, the sword that silently pierced into the old man's body made Li Bijun's body tremble, and she raised her forearm.

But the young girl tightly pursed her lips and slowly and firmly pressed the whistle in her hand down.

The injury of vomiting blood later, the blood fountain brought out by pulling the sword, and the old man's imprisoned body all made her face pale, but the young girl's hand just died on the windowsill.

Uncle Master can still hold on.

She thought coldly.

Sure enough, with a loud explosion, a massive amount of true Qi exploded on the old man's back, which caused no small impact on himself, but it indeed shook off the imprisonment of the black robe behind him.

Then, a sharp micro-ripple hooked up in the night color.

And then two, three, ten, dozens!!

Blizzard-like sword Qi!

The old man didn't have the brain for games, but he still had the instinct for battle. His body could keenly distinguish what intensity of attack was coming towards him, and what kind of sword he should use.

At this time, facing the fourth move swung by Lian Yanjiang, Nie Qianyu returned a sword sufficient to win.

Huang Feicui · 【Washing Tree Copper Shadow】

The black robe worn by Lian Yanjiang exploded with streaks of blood in the dense sharpness in an instant, but although these sword Qis were sharp, they could barely be resisted with true Qi. What really made his hair stand up was the sword hidden among the sword Qi clusters.

So agile! So fast! A copper shadow, breaking gold and jade with strength!

Lian Yanjiang raised his sword to slash to block it, but only heard the sound of the opponent's sword edge sliding across his sword body, which made his teeth ache. His heart sank. The next moment, a smooth coldness came from his shoulder socket, followed by intense soreness and sharp pain.

He used his sword to hold the opponent's sword guard tightly, his feet kicked, and the dust raised by the true Qi flew out in a piece. He retreated rapidly, the sword pulled away from the shoulder socket, bringing up a bright red blood line in the air.

And the old man didn't pursue, because the sword edge following closely behind had cut into his abdomen again and pierced through.

Nie Qianyu's body suddenly softened.

Under repeated explosions, the old man's body finally leaked a breath, and this breath was accurately grasped by the enemy.

The two cooperated continuously. The dazed old man indeed couldn't effectively judge and cut the battle situation. This game was already lost.

Li Bijun raised her hand.

In the plan, the old man was originally a stable piece, but the young girl still looked forward to the possibility that he could hold off two and force the opponent's third person out, so that the advantage would shift to their side.

But the miracle indeed didn't happen.

Under the pincer attack of the two, the old man was about to be killed within a few moves. At that time, if their second piece came out, it would be bad instead.

Just like Lian Yanjiang came to save the black-robed man in time, after seeing that he couldn't force the opponent's next person out, he should turn to try his best to protect the piece already on the field.

Li Bijun bit the whistle in her mouth.

But a breath was puffed in her mouth, but it couldn't be blown out. The young girl suddenly widened her eyes.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 177 =====