Chapter 191

Xie Xiaofeng? Yan Nan?

Hearing these two familiar names, Jiang Sishui was slightly surprised.

In the Gu family novels, only three are explicitly titled "Sword God".

Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Nan each occupy one.

Now, these two are actually going to duel; Jiang Sishui immediately took an interest.

He urged his horse to head west, but suddenly had a whim and asked the swordsman, "What is your name?"

211 Killing a flower-plucking thief by the way, Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Nan

"This humble one... this humble one is called Tian Zhongsheng," the swordsman hurriedly replied.

But his brief pause and hesitation still aroused Jiang Sishui's suspicion.

Thus, he who had originally just asked casually pulled on the reins, turned back to look at the swordsman, and examined him closely.

The swordsman could feel the other's gaze lingering on him; his scalp went numb, his whole body tensed, one hand instinctively reached for the sword hilt, yet he forcibly suppressed the instinctive impulse to turn and run.

His experience in the Jianghu told him the gap in cultivation between them was too great; resistance would be futile.

Even his Lightness Skill, which he had always prided himself on, was completely useless at this moment.

What he regretted most now was not controlling his eyes, stubbornly insisting on looking at women.

But then again, this matter couldn't be entirely blamed on himself.

Truly, that woman "Three Six Three" was too charming!

With a glance, she was full of charm, just like the legendary fox spirit; how many men wouldn't be confused upon seeing her?

Let alone him.

Therefore, the swordsman felt that if given another chance, he would still be unable to resist looking a few more times.

Just as he was lost in wild thoughts, Jiang Sishui's indifferent voice came――

"Lift your head and look at me."

The swordsman's body trembled instinctively, then slowly raised his head.

The next moment, he met Jiang Sishui's pair of eyes, radiating rosy light and brilliant as stars.

The swordsman froze stiff, stunned in place, his whole mind in a daze, as if his soul had been lost.

Jiang Sishui asked again, "What is your name?"

The swordsman answered mechanically, "Tian Boguang."

"Tian Boguang? Which Tian Boguang?" Jiang Sishui's eyes grew cold.

"The Lone Wanderer, Tian Boguang."

"Is what you do the trade of a flower-plucking thief?"

"Yes."

It was indeed him!

Jiang Sishui immediately released the control of the Soul-Stealing Great Art.

As soon as Tian Boguang recovered, his pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with terror; his gaze at Jiang Sishui was as if he had seen a ghost.

Daring not speak a single word of nonsense, he turned and tried to run.

However, as he exerted force with both feet and had just jumped three feet high, a heart-rending, piercing shriek erupted; he clutched his crotch with both hands and fell to the ground.

From the lower abdomen downwards, it was a mess of blood and flesh.

It was that Jiang Sishui had completed for him the most difficult first step of cultivating the Sunflower Manual.

Of course, even if he wanted to cultivate, it was now impossible, because Jiang Sishui had also pierced his dantian and sea of Qi.

In other words, he had become a cripple.

However, Jiang Sishui still did not let him off there.

Four sword qi swept out, severing the tendons of Tian Boguang's hands and feet, then carving the three characters "Flower-Plucking Thief" on his face.

Only then did he stride away proudly.

Seeing this, the surrounding crowd, whether common people or Jianghu martial artists, all fell silent as if frozen by cold, daring not to meddle blindly.

The originally bustling Chengnan street suddenly contained only Tian Boguang's desperate and helpless, miserable wailing.

On the road, feeling the gazes cast upon Qin Keqing, Jiang Sishui couldn't help but sigh, "Like you, not having been kidnapped for so many years is truly a miracle."

Qin Keqing smiled slightly, "It's very simple. As long as I don't go out, others won't know what I look like, so there will be no problem."

"You have been cooped up at home from childhood to adulthood?" Jiang Sishui was stunned.

"I don't want to either, but besides that, there is no other way," Qin Keqing said with a touch of helplessness in her tone.

Jiang Sishui pressed his cheek against her rosy cheek, "Then you need not have this worry anymore. Stay by my side; you can go anywhere."

Qin Keqing lightly nodded her jade head.

For the world outside, she too was full of curiosity and longing.

Outside the western city, the crowd was like a mountain and sea, shoulder to shoulder.

Dense crowds surrounded a huge open space.

In the arena stood a swordsman in his twenties.

He was handsome, his figure upright; in his left hand he held a long sword, and on his head he wore a hair crown.

His bearing was deep and steady, his momentum sharp; beneath his calm gaze lay a sword edge about to be unsheathed, hidden yet unexpressed, yet possessing a terrifying aura.

When you do not look with your eyes but feel with your heart, you will feel that standing there is not a person, but a sword.

A sword that has just revealed half its edge.

And this person was none other than the Third Young Master of the Divine Sword Shanzhuang—Xie Xiaofeng....

Among the younger generation of the Great Ming's Wu Zhou, he was the most talked-about figure—no exceptions!

Of course, this did not mean he was the strongest of his peers in Wu Zhou, only that his fame rang the loudest.

Because this young swordsman was brimming with aggression and offensive spirit, and from the moment he debuted, he had gone everywhere challenging his senior masters.

In four years, twenty-seven battles, not a single defeat.

Naturally, his handsome dashing looks, outstanding talent, and razor-sharp brilliance won him the admiration and adoration of countless women.

This time, Xie Xiaofeng had once again issued a challenge.

And the one he challenged was the famed "Gown Divine Sword" Yan Nan!

Yan Nan had risen to fame in the jianghu over a decade ago, then traveled through the Central Domain, leaving his chivalrous name across every Zhou.

Back then, his renown was in no way inferior to Xie Xiaofeng's today.

But in recent years, Yan Nan had vanished from the jianghu without a trace.

Some guessed he might be in closed-door cultivation, attempting to break through to the Realm of the Heavenly Man!

Now that Yan Nan had emerged again, no one could say just how strong he truly was.

But without a doubt, even if he had not reached the Heavenly Man realm, he was still a nearly invincible Grand Master.

As for the outcome of this battle, opinions varied wildly.

Some believed that Xie Xiaofeng was, after all, still young—his momentum fierce, but his skill still lacking polish—and that this time he would surely taste the bitter fruit of defeat.

One must remember, Yan Nan was nothing like the opponents he had faced before.

Others believed that since Xie Xiaofeng dared to issue the challenge, he must have learned some unknown information, and had considerable confidence in this battle.

Because looking back at his previous twenty-seven challenges, one could see that whenever Xie Xiaofeng chose an opponent, it was never a rash, spur-of-the-moment decision, but an exceptionally rigorous one.

Step by step, slowly, from the weak to the strong.

As if those people were all stepping stones on his path to growing stronger.

But no matter what others said, there was no doubt—this battle had the eyes of the entire world upon it.

Xie Xiaofeng turned a deaf ear to the discussions around him, his entire being entering an ethereal state, motionless, silently awaiting the appointed moment.

Suddenly, the sound of something tearing through the air rang out, and two figures leapt into the arena, standing far off, facing Xie Xiaofeng.

"Xie Xiaofeng, we've come to keep the appointment!"

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Keep the appointment?

The watching crowd's spirits were instantly roused, and they all turned to look at the two extra men in the arena.

One of them was a refined Young Master about the same age as Xie Xiaofeng, radiant and handsome, gentle as jade.

Unlike Xie Xiaofeng's razor-sharp, pressing aura, his temperament was modest and mild, like a spring breeze, warm and comforting like a winter's day.