Chapter 503: Fishing for the Dragon

Chen Renzhong's saber did not weaken in the slightest. It broke out of the water, and after losing the resistance, the speed was even better. The momentum of Eighth Life lost the buffer of the water and erupted without any cover.

However, Pei Ye was also no longer in the water.

As soon as saber and sword met, the youth was already behind Chen Renzhong like a phantom. The long sword stuck to the heavy saber, pulling out a long sound on the saber edge like an erhu, from clear to astringent. Every drop of water on the two weapons flowed with the sword, and the momentum of the heavy saber had already vanished silently.

The long sword finally waited for its master to return. 【Flute Cold】 fully revealed its mystery for the first time in this battle.

Chen Renzhong immediately dissipated his force and dropped his saber, no longer exerting effort that would definitely be wasted, wanting to escape this sword. But his movements seemed to have been insightfully observed by the youth early on. The moment he withdrew his force, he was met with the youth's most resolute attack.

The flute sound penetrating from the cold astringency, the sword body emitted a strong sound, and the water droplets sticking to the weapon were instantly shaken and shattered. Chen Renzhong's saber momentum was tilted uncontrollably.

The second of the three sentences of "Early Moon North Rain," the flute cold song is even clearer.

Different from 【Numbering White Dew】, the room for change in this sword was more sufficient.

The first time the saber momentum was broken, what rushed up first was the man's thick Qi. In a battle of lower against upper, one must always face such a barrier. The gap in Qi that could not be offset must be compensated by other means.

Pei Ye now lacked such means the least.

The sword edge suddenly smeared a vermilion color, cutting straight at Chen Renzhong's neck. The Qi hissed as it was cut into.

Chen Renzhong struggled to turn around. In front of this sword, he gritted his teeth and tilted his head, actually giving up the obstruction of Qi and pouring all two hundred and fifty-six streams of Qi into the long saber in his hand.

Just like Pei Ye just now under the water, the desperate eruption was enough to make him escape the battle situation that was already at a disadvantage. The scattered saber momentum was recast. Chen Renzhong roared, and the heavy saber carried wind and thunder. Among all the upper two realms Pei Ye had seen, the power of this saber could almost rank in the top three.

However, this was precisely the saber Pei Ye was waiting for.

【Drifting Return Wind】

A sword that shook its feathers dry, the unspeakable beauty and lightness returned to this place. Chen Renzhong slashed down with his saber, and what he hit was only the wind.

Both fell on the water surface at the same time. Pei Ye stumbled a few steps on the water, dragging his sword behind, cutting up a flying water flower. And when it broke through the waves, a sword blooming in dead silence suddenly brightened.

Sword wings cry gold, the extreme of strong attack.

【Numbering White Dew】

Chen Renzhong stepped on the water surface, twisted his body and crossed his heavy saber, setting it in front of this sword.

This time there was no swaying secret cabin, yet this sword still stably and once again pierced through Chen Renzhong's defense.

A first-class attack sword that could make Yang Zhenbing retreat several zhang and have to draw a second sword when he was in the Sixth Life, without any modification, it was stably standing on the defense of the Eighth Life cultivator's full strength.

Chen Renzhong's saber momentum was broken. Pei Ye, who had exhausted all his strength, also stopped his sword weakly at this moment, standing quietly with his sword, and took a deep breath.

Chen Renzhong did recover his stance faster, but that clear water flower picked up by the sword had already jumped out many crystal water droplets.

Transparent, icy, cold, sharp.

Sword intent was awe-inspiring.

They arrived at the man's side at the same time as 【Numbering White Dew】, and the eruption followed after the sword light vanished.

Chen Renzhong immediately barely held his saber to block, just like not long ago in the secret cabin. His saber was wide enough and thick enough. The last 【Sword Washing Water】 only left a few white dots on it.

However, at this time, Pei Ye also exhaled this breath lightly, closed his eyes, tilted his posture gracefully, and the sword in his hand was as light as if it were blown up by the wind.

So those Qi beads were too.

The water droplets that were originally sharp and cold seemed to have been suddenly endowed with another amazing quality. Just the wind brought by Chen Renzhong himself when he raised his saber made them jump over the heavy saber's block from all directions as if startled.

Blood marks split open from Chen Renzhong's body in an instant, cutting off those joints extremely precisely. He didn't abandon his saber, but the tendons in his hand had already been cut by an icy water droplet.

The man was naturally caught off guard. Who could have imagined that after a sword like 【Numbering White Dew】, there would be such a group of weightless elves?

And who could do it?

Elusive, impossible to beat; moving before the wind, disappearing in the rain. What a misty and light movement. If one had to find a metaphor, this was simply like... willow catkins.

Spring Sword, 【Yang Flower】.

Ranked fifth in the spring sword of Pei Ye's sword ladder, it just fits the solar term "Qingming."

There is rain, cicadas, and birds. It's time to plant a few trees.

A bowl of noodles had been eaten slowly to the bottom of the soup.

The man in gray was the first guest of this morning noodle stall, and also a guest with somewhat strange behavior.

He was clearly eating noodles, but he always looked at the big ship in the middle of the river from time to time, and looked at it with relish while watching, as if the taste was not tasted by the tongue, but by the eyes.

The enthusiastic aunt looked at the man in the bamboo hat who smiled from time to time strangely. She originally saw that he was a strong young man and wanted to ask if he wanted an extra portion of noodles, but was almost knocked over by the huge roar in the middle of the river.

The entire ferry was panicked and restless. The source was quickly found, because the scene was so conspicuous. The big ship in the middle of the river fell down like it was falling, without much fire, but the entire river had already rolled. Wind and waves rushed toward the docks on both sides.

And in such a scene, the man in gray was still eating noodles steadily under the shed. Within the zhang or so he sat, not even a corner of his clothes was lifted.

At this time, he didn't look at the ship, but looked toward the water surface, as if his gaze could penetrate the dark and turbid water quality. At this time, he was even more relish, but added a touch of seriousness and tension. One chopstick picked up noodles, and the other hand tapped the sword sheath lightly, as if ready to do something at any time.

But finally, nothing happened. The man in gray finished the bowl of noodles steadily, and was also very relieved that he had finished the bowl of noodles steadily. He sighed lightly, and sighed heavily again when the handsome Chi head broke through the water.

Then he turned his head to look in another direction, as if he had become another person, revealing a thin and sharp smile under the bamboo hat.

Middle of the river.

Pei Ye withdrew his sword and retreated. Chen Renzhong's wide saber fell into the water. He swayed twice and leaned against the giant boat that was about to sink.

This was the morning of the eleventh month. The massive Nan Nan Jin Feng, which had been traveling on the eight waters of Changan for more than a dozen years, was breaking and falling, and flames and long smoke drifted up. A mythical creature broke half its body out of the water.

The sword technique the youth used to defeat the man was precisely the few swords he used in the secret cabin.

In the entire fight, the man figured out some of his habits. How could he not know the man like the back of his hand?

At that time, he could use these few swords to leave, and now he could also use these few swords to set the victory.

Zhang Piaoxu only then slipped down from the Black Chi's back carefully—this fairy hunt was not willing to bend down for him at all.

"See, this is the sword technique used for the final victory." Pei Ye looked at him, twisted a sword flower, and returned the sword to its sheath, "I ask you, who couldn't beat whom?"

Zhang Piaoxu was muffled and didn't speak.

The Black Chi spat out a wisp of Chi fire to tie Chen Renzhong, turned back into a small cat and landed on Pei Ye's shoulder. Pei Ye leaped onto Nan Nan Jin Feng. This ship was now on its last legs, but it would take some time to sink.

"Your arrow box is really good." Pei Ye didn't pursue the question, but looked at his arm with great interest, "It can actually injure an Eighth Life cultivator. What a good arrow! Is it a magic weapon of the Yangyi Building?"

Zhang Piaoxu seemed to have become less able to speak after coming out of the water. At this time, he hid his hand behind his back, looked elsewhere, and gave a "hmm" unnaturally.

Pei Ye didn't care either. He restrained his expression, looked around, and his hand never let go of the sword.

Chen Renzhong under the ship was not completely bound. An Eighth Life had not lost his Qi; he just lost his threat for the time being. Pei Ye looked at the mutation of his skin and frowned slowly. And when he looked toward the ship, the word chaos was not enough to describe it.

There were many ship workers who didn't know about this detonation.

Not only those odd-job workers who were temporarily hired like Zhang Piaoxu, but many people wearing Fengshui Dock ship uniforms didn't know about all this. There were more than seventy people on this ship going south. This detonation probably caused nearly half the casualties.

Realizing this tragic situation, Pei Ye was inevitably silent.

He remembered that the letter report Xu Chuo gave him wrote that Nan Nan Jin Feng was the symbol of the Fengshui Dock's rise, almost witnessing every node of the ship gang's rise.

Not to mention such a detonation, isn't it a betrayal of thousands of ship workers? How will the Fengshui Dock stand in the Jianghu in the future? Even if the ambush is successful, it is like stabbing a knife into one's own chest.

Pei Ye turned his head to look at Chen Renzhong. The man lowered his head and didn't move. The sinking big ship and the shouting ship workers were reflected on the water surface.

Pei Ye withdrew his gaze, adjusted his Qi, and flew to save people.

So he ran into Xie Chuantang. She put a wounded person on a huge broken ship board. Her hair was also a bit messy, and her face was stained with fire dust. Her saber had clearly been drawn.

"Are you okay?" The woman looked at him with some worry.

"No big deal. How about you?"

"Chen Yingfeng escaped." Xie Chuantang said, "I didn't stop him, only saved many account books."

"Enough, Chen Renzhong is still there." Pei Ye said, "But the state is a bit strange, you come and take a look."

Xie Chuantang's eyes lit up suddenly, almost gushing with flames. She didn't even answer, and strode toward that side.

Chen Renzhong was leaning on the deck, one foot had been submerged by the water that had risen. He still closed his eyes and was indifferent. His state couldn't even be described as strange. In this short departure, his body had deteriorated rapidly. Scales grew all over his skin, but it was not transforming toward a certain life form, but was tending to collapse.

Blood flowed from his mouth and the gaps in the scales, and what the scales brought was cracked muscles.

Hearing the two coming, Chen Renzhong slowly raised his head. His eyes were full of pain, but this tough guy didn't make a sound, and Pei Ye also clearly saw that unlike the infection of the Frost Ghost, he almost didn't lose his mind.

Xie Chuantang rushed up immediately. Before she arrived, she raised her hand and hit two Qi prohibition rings on his neck and wrist.

But at this moment, Chen Renzhong actually waved his hand at her slowly. In an instant, Pei Ye felt a needle-like coldness. On the water surface beside him, a bundle of extremely sharp ice prisms rose, only as thin as a small finger, but it made the youth shrink his pupils.

He knew very well this kind of power—Mystic Qi!

It was going straight to Chen Renzhong's throat.

Pei Ye raised his hand to burn fire at the first opportunity. The vermilion fire lotus formed inch-by-inch obstruction. However, that small cone was as fast as a flowing shadow, and had pierced through everything in an instant.

And just at this time, a slender figure rushed up violently. Pei Ye didn't know how she reacted, but a saber blocked in front of the ice prism first, and then it was her own body.

"Xie Chuantang!!"

However, the ice prism just pierced through all obstructions, piercing a blood hole in Chen Renzhong's throat.

Xie Chuantang fell to the ground, not caring about her own injuries at all. She rushed forward two steps and pressed Chen Renzhong's throat, saying urgently: "I ask you! Have you seen a black carriage painted with Buddha paintings?!"

At this moment, Pei Ye's heart tightened. He almost foresaw the scene of Chen Renzhong punching through her heart, or another ice cone flying suddenly.

However, nothing happened. Chen Renzhong's yellow beast eyes looked at the woman in a daze, as if he opened his mouth, but finally didn't say anything. The light in his eyes dimmed.

Xie Chuantang was stunned, grabbed his collar violently, and roared: "You speak!!"

Pei Ye had already swept behind her and held her arm: "... Chuantang."

Xie Chuantang knelt silently and exhaled lightly.

"We still have the entire Fengshui Dock to check." Pei Ye said.

"... Hmm."

Xie Chuantang stood up, turned her head to look at her bleeding wound. Her shoulder was completely pierced. She covered her drooping arm and swept her cold eyes around, but found nothing.

"What kind of person is it."

Pei Ye just looked at the mess in front of him silently, and suddenly said: "The Fengshui Dock paid such a price, isn't it tantamount to self-destruction?"

"Yes, I will investigate this line after I go back."

Pei Ye looked slowly toward the vast banks: "Then... their Dock Master really won't make a move?"

Xie Chuantang was shocked.

Fengshui Dock Master, 【Strange Dragon】 He Zhangge. Chen Renzhong was a junior he had promoted, and Fengshui Dock was a gang built on his prestige.

A great cultivator in the 【Tuan Shen】 ultimate realm, he was famous in the Jianghu for his erratic whereabouts, and therefore few people dared to move the Fengshui Dock's ships.

So the ice prism just now... Xie Chuantang pursed her lips tightly.

However, in the silence, nothing happened. The morning sun was rising slowly, the white fog by the water was thinning, and there was only a piece of restless peace in the cold vastness.

The man in gray picked out a few copper coins and put them on the table. The atmosphere was a bit quiet.

"Auntie, added a portion of noodles, three coins to settle." The man greeted, stood up, and couldn't help but sigh with the aunt about the tragedy in the middle of the river.

"Isn't it, sailing peacefully, not seeing the stone beach." The man picked up the sword.

Behind him, a man in his forties or fifties had stood stiffly there for five breaths.

His face was the vicissitudes of life on the water, his gray-white hair was tied up, and he was wrapped in an inconspicuous gray cloak.

His palm was spread upward, and the white fog condensed into small ice prisms on it. A coiled dragon pattern was drawn on his palm.

He seemed to be just passing by, but suddenly froze when passing this noodle stall, and stiffened his body without moving.

"... Which distinguished guest are you, how do you know my tracks?" The man's voice was hoarse.

"Dock Master He is joking." The noodle eater withdrew his gaze from the ship in the middle of the river and smiled faintly, "Two hundred miles of mountains and rivers are all in Zhu's eyes." ===== CHAPTER 504 =====