Chapter 483

As Qiu Tianyu's voice fell, a figure in white behind him stepped out with a smile, leaping out from the top floor of the Flying Mirror Pavilion. The white clothes fluttered in the air, and a wave-like exclamation erupted from the crowd below the building.

Then the person's figure turned, and like a white crane, he swept toward the center of the lake. The rain curtain broke before his wingspan. Even people who often watched martial arts competitions had never seen such a graceful figure that treated dozens of feet as nothing. For a moment, countless people tilted their heads and asked in surprise.

But soon the answer spread among the crowd—that was the second leader of the Taiping Cao Bang, 【Flying White Dove】 Si Lianwen.

The person was only thirty-five years old this year, but his name had been circulating in the Jianghu for nearly twenty years.

He had debuted with a handsome lightness skill. When he was working in the Thieves' Gate, he was often on the wanted list of the government offices for the theft of secret treasures. Later, he moved between gangs and finally entered the Taiping Cao Bang. During the years when the gang struggle was most intense, he could always get incredibly real secret information. Every time the opponents held a secret meeting, they worried about walls having ears. The flickering white clothes almost became a nightmare.

Later, the Taiping Cao Bang grew stronger and stronger, and this second leader also stepped into the Mystic Gate. From then on, he rarely appeared on the front line of fighting, but behind some of the ingenious designs and fine scheduling of the Taiping Cao Bang, the shadow of those cunning white clothes could still be seen repeatedly.

Now this kind of lightness skill had not appeared in the Jianghu for a long time. Once revealed tonight, with the addition of Mystic Qi, his feet did not touch the water; he was almost flying entirely.

"This is a master." Tinghua murmured on the Green Flower Terrace. The scholars were almost all gathered by the railing—it was one thing to be able to see a master on weekdays, but it was another thing to see a master make a move.

And on the other terrace, Changsun had sharp eyes: "Sister Cui, he also wears a sword. Did you see how his sword technique is?"

Cui Zhaoye propped up her head.

The entire south bank of the West Pool was full of similar discussions. The second leader flew across the lake, and a sword ignited a fire. Wherever it was placed, it was a spectacular sight that made people clap, and it was also the most perfect full stop to the prestige of the Taiping Cao Bang tonight.

The banquet on the Flying Mirror Pavilion had indeed begun to disperse. People had not left, but all were gathered at the railing looking at the center of the lake. In about a quarter of an hour, the whole building would cheer for the burning boat on the West Pool, and the banquet would really be withdrawn. The ten-day banquet was over. Ten days had passed, and countless people would remember today. The Taiping Cao Bang introduced their second-in-command to everyone, officially walking into the light from now on, stepping into another level of the Divine Capital.

Those who accuse me of darkness have failed, so I am naturally the light.

Everyone watched this scene, the calm lake, the rainy night, the candle pavilion, the painted boat, the flying white clothes. This was a painting worthy of being engraved, but suddenly very few people noticed... it seemed there were some discordant ink dots.

High-speed moving ink dots.

Si Lianwen swept through the rain curtain. The half of the lake where he was located was bright and prosperous. That was the lamps and candles of the Flying Mirror Pavilion and the three terraces. The rain lines were all illuminated. And in the darkness of the other half of the lake, there were no lights, no warmth, and no sound. The winter night rain fell there as the most primitive coldness.

Two figures swept across the surface of such a lake.

No one knew if Si Lianwen noticed them at this moment. Some said that his figure paused imperceptibly at that moment, but in any case, it was only half a blink of an eye. Si Lianwen hovered over the painted boat, pulled out the sword blade with sparks from the scabbard at his waist, and the crowd on the south bank was still cheering enthusiastically.

Then the next moment, a thunderbolt exploded from the rainy night on the other side.

It was a real thunderbolt. Not from the sky, but from the sword.

Three feet long, glowing white like gold, with blue edges, like a dragon snake, it suddenly appeared in the rainy night. No one reacted, and neither did Si Lianwen. Only the cheering was cut off by this thunderbolt.

The Mystic Qi and True Qi were pierced through in an instant. Si Lianwen's long sword crossed in a strike, and his arm suddenly lost feeling. In such a situation, he still completed a full-force explosion. At this moment, everyone saw the true explosive power of the Mystic Gate. Even with the suppression of the World Law, the trend of the Mystic Qi moving with the wind and rain was visible to the naked eye. The overwhelming power suddenly exploded the rain curtain, and the flying raindrops swept dozens of feet away.

However, the figure in Daoist robes that crashed out of the cold rain did not retreat at all. The long sword drew a mysterious and natural semicircle like a fish in water. The rainwater formed a faint Taiji with a radius of one foot in the night sky behind him. The two swords crossed, and the immense power of the Mystic Gate sword only caused his sleeves to bulge.

The next moment, the force of this sword was returned without any leakage, almost from top to bottom, and Si Lianwen's sword momentum collapsed instantly.

Countless people on the shore were completely stunned before this lightning-fast scene, and someone had already called out in a lost voice: "Yan Feiqing!!"

Yes, many people recognized at this moment that this Daoist-robed man with a god-like demeanor, not like a mortal, was the 【Questioning the Heart in the Fire】 who had not appeared since winning the championship in the Southern Kingdom! No one expected to see him here, and no one expected to see him in such a posture.

But what no one expected was the next scene.

Si Lianwen, whose posture was collapsed, twisted his sword with True Qi, but there was no breathing room at all. As Yan Feiqing fell gracefully from the air, dozens of exquisite lotus flowers carved from red jade grew out of the sparks from Si Lianwen's sword, appearing bright and moist in the rain.

In an instant, everyone looked at this beautiful and miraculous scene. The next moment, they exploded into a fierce and violent sea of fire.

Yan Feiqing stepped on the water surface, turned the sword in his hand behind his back, and said with faint eyes and parted lips: "Thunder."

A glowing white light suddenly broke out in the sea of fire. That was the residual thunder power on Si Lianwen's sword annihilating and exploding. The sword used to burn the boat was twisted and charred.

Si Lianwen gritted his teeth and broke out of the sea of fire at this moment, sweeping back toward the Flying Mirror Pavilion. He was covered in fire wounds, and his entire arm was pierced by thunder, but it was not considered heavy. Several spells only pierced his True Mystic.

So later some said that he saw these two people at that time, but first, this was a banquet, and second, the Taiping Cao Bang was behind him, so he could not turn around and flee as soon as they met. After all, when all means were inferior, he, who had practiced lightness skills less, could still come and go freely.

However, it was only one breath, two rounds.

The young man who walked out of the darkness following Yan Feiqing stood on the lake surface. The rainwater hit the autumn-water-like sword blade. The young man stroked the entire sword body with his fingers. The stripped rain was bound at his fingertips, swaying and drifting into a suspended water droplet as he moved. Then the young man flicked his fingers, and all sounds were silent, like the sound of an ancient zither breaking with a "zheng."

A master, with Mystic Qi outside the body, True Qi inside the body, and weapons in hand, is synonymous with invincibility for the vast majority of people in the Jianghu. But sometimes it is not too difficult to defeat them all at the same time in a certain moment.

So that was just a mortal body.

The rain formed lines. This water droplet hit thousands of lines in an instant. The raindrops that were knocked away followed behind it, and the ten-foot rain curtain broke into a straight hole.

It pierced through the throat of Si Lianwen, who had just flown three feet.

This was the first True Qi technique he learned after his seventh life: 【Sword Washing Water】.

The West Pool was still the same West Pool, the lights were still the same lights, and the painted boat was still the same painted boat.

But the entire south bank was completely silent.

Si Lianwen's corpse fell into the lake and floated up after a while. Pei Ye stepped on the lake and slowly pulled his sword forward, looking up at the man standing with a halberd on the Flying Mirror Pavilion.