Chapter 178: Green Huang

The black cat frowned at this moment.

It didn't expect them to really let this old man die.

Why?

There was no problem with this old man making the first move, but when the second person on the opposite side exchanged sword moves with the old man for the first time, the Eighth Life ambushed by Cuiyu should have acted decisively.

He could take down this heavy-sword man within three moves, while the old man, in a one-on-one situation, could almost destroy the first black robe without damage.

Of course, that way the one-eyed man would also act immediately, and the battle situation would still be chaotic, but wasn't this kind of battle originally about grabbing speed?

It was waiting for such a fast and chaotic situation, waiting for a silent flame flower to bloom at the most fatal place where the Eighth Life one-eyed man least expected.

Now there was still this opportunity, but it began to rethink.

Because if Cuiyu was playing this game to prepare for Elder Qinghuang's surprise move, why would the Seven Serpents Cave play this game with Cuiyu—not even playing, they really died one and seriously injured one, two Seventh Lives.

They had long seen through Cuiyu's one Seventh Life and one Eighth Life, why did Meng Chuyuan delay... not dare to come out?

When it climbed the Moon-Catching Tower in the afternoon and heard that conversation, it discovered that there was a thicker shadow behind the Seven Serpents Cave; and after seeing this scene now, it discovered that Pei Ye's friend in the green dress was actually not so simple either.

This battle between the two sides seemed to reveal a kind of... determined restraint.

They obviously both had reasons for having to fight this battle, so they were absolutely unwilling to leave the field first, but they were constantly testing and cherished their trump cards incomparably.

It seemed that this trump card... was also a life gate at the same time.

The black cat suddenly remembered a metaphor—it seemed like both sides had a "General."

The "General" certainly had lethality, but it must not be exposed easily, because although it was not the strongest piece, it was a piece that determined the outcome of the game.

So... in this battle, they were not even anxious to kill the opponent's chariots, horses, and cannons, and even their own chariots, horses, and cannons could be sacrificed, as long as they forced the opponent's "General" out first.

Cuiyu was the chariot, Seven Serpents was the horse, beheading the "General" is victory.

When this metaphor surged into its heart, the black cat's green eyes opened slightly, and then it turned around and disappeared into the darkness, leaving everything undecided on the field behind.

——

On the field.

Meng Chuyuan swept over. As the number one Seventh Life of Bowang, even in his prime, it was difficult to walk past ten moves in front of him. Now with body injuries and leaked Qi, even if he knew he was coming, Meng Chuyuan was confident that he didn't need to swing a second sword.

After the two sides were defeated, he waited in the dark before acting, hoping that the other side would come to rescue Nie Qianyu, so that he could get a point of advantage of dark against light.

Sure enough, he didn't come.

When he had to expose himself in the wilderness in order to end this old man, the cool lake wind seemed to blow all the way into his heart.

Yes, there is no need to hide, with Meng Chuyuan's experience of entering the Bowang Jianghu for more than twenty years, facing this battle tonight, it was still difficult to avoid being uneasy.

He didn't reveal any color, a cold and ugly face seemed to be really like a serpent, never afraid of anything, but the string in his heart had already tautened from the moment he heard the news that "Li Bijun is walking alone by the lake."

He had tried his best to delay, and had thought about only doing Seven Serpents and ignoring it—a Li Bijun, Seven Serpents originally intended to ignore it, and little Shang wouldn't agree to kill her either.

But the irritability was just here. Seven Serpents naturally wouldn't take this game, not just Seven Serpents, so when Seven Serpents really took this game, it meant that the other side confirmed that Seven Serpents was not just Seven Serpents.

Really worthy of...

Meng Chuyuan gritted his teeth.

But as Zhao Fu said, eating meat and doing things is justified. The Seven Serpents Cave can walk to today because they dare to do things others dare not do, and do it cleanly and neatly!

Only then can they eat meat others can't eat.

He hoped incomparably that when his sword crossed the old man's neck, this matter would end here—Cuiyu just designed such a simple and cute plan, and there was no shadow of other things behind it.

The test they were worried about would arrive later, and the "fruit" side would end tonight, so the whole thing would pass through without danger.

If it were really like this, he would even be willing to let go of the young girl upstairs for this.

But clearly not, she had already started calling him to walk forward a few steps.

It was this kind of little cleverness again, the same mold as the sword sound in the courtyard—you call him to walk there, and I will believe that people are there? But maybe they are really there.

The long sword pulled across, Meng Chuyuan's figure didn't dare to stay for a moment.

Elder Qinghuang had already exploded from the soil.

You can kill Nie Qianyu in one move, but this move will definitely take up a considerable part of your strength. At the same time, you must expose your position, reveal your figure, the trajectory of action, the flow of muscles and bones, everything has already been reflected in the eyes of another Eighth Life.

"If it's inconvenient for you to blow the whistle at that time, I will make a move after Senior Nie cannot fight."

When the young girl didn't blow the whistle after the black-robed man fled, Elder Qinghuang understood her decision. This was naturally beneficial to the overall situation, but it was also inevitably sighing.

Elder Qinghuang's move indeed didn't live up to this sacrifice.

The moment Meng Chuyuan's sword crossed Nie Qianyu's throat, a long-accumulated sword had already stuck to his abdomen.

In his field of vision, the soil layer exploded, a black ghost shadow shot out from it, cold light flashed, and an extremely tricky and ghostly sword had already forced onto his abdomen.

Meng Chuyuan's heart felt suffocated.

Meng Chuyuan naturally had preparations long ago. When he appeared, his spirit was sensitive, and his body was taut, but he still couldn't react in front of such a sword.

This was something that couldn't be helped. Making a move requires flowing strength, being ambushed requires time to react, being vigilant requires dispersing energy. For an Eighth Life, these consumptions naturally couldn't be called a burden, nor could they be called any weakening, but unfortunately, the opposite side was also a senior Eighth Life.

Elder Qinghuang's first sword had already pierced two inches into Meng Chuyuan's abdomen. The opponent's abdomen bulged, true Qi bit this sword, and at the same time, a sword in his hand had already turned and slashed.

This sword was too light, because Meng Chuyuan, even in a disadvantageous situation, didn't dare to desperately seek to reverse the situation, but still started with a cautious test.

Elder Qinghuang ate this sword directly.

Letting this sword slash on his left shoulder, only entering the flesh by two inches under the resistance of true Qi, in exchange for a further advantage.

He understood better, and therefore was more determined, and looking at Meng Chuyuan's solidified and cautious expression, he knew he was still kept in the dark.

Two tightly covered black clothes flew and swept under the night sky, and they had dismantled more than ten moves in the blink of an eye. In this process, Elder Qinghuang had been firmly biting onto this initial advantage.

The Bai Zhu Pavilion's Green and Purple Huang were born of the same womb, but had different personalities. Purple Huang was eager for public justice and loved to travel and stop evil, and it was absolutely difficult for him to stay in the same place for more than a day; Elder Qinghuang was calm and steady, could be quiet and leisurely, and if not called, he could spend the four seasons in the small bamboo building on the back mountain.

The two were also the spear and shield of the Bai Zhu Pavilion respectively. Purple Huang was indomitable and could break desperate situations. If you threw him alone in front of a conspiracy, he might not be able to defeat it perfectly, but he could definitely turn it upside down.

Elder Qinghuang didn't have this ability, always lukewarm. Don't expect him to create any miracles. He couldn't do things even if he did them a hundred times.

Fortunately, similarly, things he could do, even if he did them a hundred times, would not have a single mistake.

If you hand an advantage to him, he will never make a mistake.

Elder Qinghuang was steadily pushing his plan forward.

And Meng Chuyuan was a bit dazed.

After losing a move, he was simply forced to be breathless by this person's offensive.

But... when he saw this black shadow explode from under him, he was originally prepared to be pierced through the abdomen.

He even prepared a fierce fighting method of risking his life.

But he didn't expect that he actually had space to defend and dodge.

And the next test move actually really slashed on the opponent's shoulder.

It certainly made him lose another move, but...

Meng Chuyuan looked vigilantly and suspiciously at the black-robed man who was making dangerous moves.

——Why is it just stabbing, what about your sword technique?

He began to realize that things had some discrepancies, so he became more vigilant.

In this vigilance, Elder Qinghuang had already found the posture he wanted.

Reporting a matter, my grandfather passed away suddenly this morning.

These two days are indeed the time when all parties reveal their veils, and the plot has reached the closing point. It happens to be a holiday, and I intended to update one or two thousand words more every day to write through it quickly.

But unexpected disasters are indeed like this.

Because it is an accidental death, it involves criminal issues, so the matter is not just a funeral, which is why I asked for such a long leave.

Today it was just buried, and there are still some endings of the funeral later, and then there are things about the accident. I hope that if it goes well, I will update 4000 words on the early morning of the 14th, and then resume normal updates.

If it doesn't go well, I will notify everyone again.