Chapter 44: Invited to take life
The sword owner felt more relieved when seeing the action of the person who borrowed the sword.
He didn't know much about Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, and didn't even know their names.
The reason why I came here today is for another reason.
The previous actions were not without purpose.
The man who borrowed the sword disrupted things, making him want to retreat.
This time he faced Su Mo directly, but he was not panicked.
After all, considering Su Mo's age, a young man in his twenties , even if he has been practicing martial arts since his mother's womb, what great achievements can he make?
Although it is not ruled out that some young disciples from large sects or famous families have extraordinary accomplishments at a young age.
However , such a person would not be unknown, let alone appear here.
Therefore, when Su Mo asked him for an explanation, the Sword Master knew that there would be another twist to today's matter.
However, I am happy to see this turning point.
He took a deep breath and signaled to everyone around him, and all the disciples of Qi Jue Tang stepped forward.
Su Mo glanced at him and sighed, "Sir, this is not the demeanor of a gentleman, nor is it the bearing of a senior in the martial arts world."
"I am the Sword Master of the Qijue Hall, and I hold a high position. How can a nameless boy like you challenge me casually?
“You and I want an explanation, and I will give you one.
"However, if you can't even get close to me, you won't get this explanation!"
The Sword Master raised his lips and sneered , "But you are so young, it's a pity to die like this. I have something to advise you, come back to Qi Jue Hall with me, and we will settle the matter here. Why should you, at such a young age, ruin your life for a momentary infatuation?"
"What a great Qi Jue Tang, what a great sword master."
Su Mo nodded slightly, and while he was talking, two Qi Jue Tang disciples had already come up to the left and right, one of them attacked the big acupoint on Su Mo's heart, and the other one covered his waist and the lower body with palm wind.
The Qi Jue Hall calls itself a famous sect, but the methods used by its disciples are not really sophisticated, and are so vicious and cruel that they make people feel sick.
Su Mo said no more. He took a step forward and swung his hand. The man on the left threw a fist right in front of him, and it collided with Su Mo's fist.
There was a cracking sound, and the fist of the Qi Jue Tang disciple suddenly shattered. In the blood, Su Mo punched the man in the heart.
The man did not move, but his body shook violently, blood exploded from the back, and he died on the spot.
The man on the left had not yet reacted to what was happening when he saw Su Mo's kick approaching him. He made an offensive move with his right hand, but his left hand was already on the defensive, so he immediately responded with a move, trying to block Su Mo's kick.
However, he never expected that this kick would effortlessly break his defensive stance, and the next kick came close and hit his leg.
There was a loud cracking sound, and the leg bone broke on the spot. The man's footing became unstable, so his attack could not continue.
He knelt on the ground with a thud, closing his eyes and waiting to die, but Su Mo had already strode away.
Along the way, any disciple of the Seven Jue Hall who tried to intercept them would be injured or killed if they were bumped into or touched.
Wherever he went, there was no enemy that could match him.
Su Mo's methods are completely different from those of the man who borrowed the sword.
The man who borrowed the sword had mysterious movements and superb methods, and he could walk in the Xiao Disha Xuankun sword formation as if he was walking on flat ground, as if he was stepping into his own back garden.
His posture was elegant, and if it weren't for the obvious sleepiness on his face, he would have been even more pleasing to the eye.
However, Su Mo... wherever he went, he was like a human-shaped Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Waving hands to strike, hammering, sweeping, patting or smashing, the moves are exquisite yet simple, never using one move too many, never performing one move too many.
But with this one move, screams of agony were heard everywhere wherever it passed.
Su Mo followed the sound of howling and came to the swordsman.
The disciples of Qi Jue Tang were either dead or injured, and no one could stand up.
Su Mo looked at the sword master in front of him with a gloomy expression and smiled gently:
"Mr. Sword Master, I am invited to come and take your life."
"presumptuous!!!!"
The Sword Master was in a high position, and even though he was shocked and angry at this moment, there was no reason for him to just sit there and wait for death.
With a shake of his arms, his robe sleeves rose up without wind, and a sharp sword energy appeared out of thin air.
The long sword behind him was still unsheathed, but his fingers were like swords. Between his two fingers, sword energy flew across the sky. When the tip of the sword pointed, it was an exquisite sword move.
It’s a pity... this exquisite sword move, when used on Su Mo, is like throwing a wink to a blind man.
Su Mo casually grabbed his two fingers in his palm. He covered his palm with internal force and simply ignored the sword energy on it. He gently bent it and heard a cracking sound.
"ah!!!"
The swordsman couldn't help but scream. Two of his fingers were broken off alive. How could it not hurt?
"Fancy..."
Su Mo shook his head gently: "Please ask the Sword Master to go ahead. Regarding today's matter, I will go to the headquarters of the Seven Absolutes Hall one day and meet with the hall master Feng Wuxiang to explain everything. I may also ask him for an explanation at that time."
After these words were spoken, a palm filled with internal force had already struck down.
The sword master never dreamed that he would fall here. With one of his hands held by Su Mo, he used all his internal strength in the other hand to try to block Su Mo's palm.
However, the enormous force directly pressed his palm back, and the first palm that touched his forehead was his own palm.
bump!
With a dull thud, the swordsman fell to his knees on the ground.
The light in his eyes faded, and there was no life left in them.
After Su Mo finished this task, he looked at the sword on the sword master's back, thought for a moment, slightly shifted his body, and gently drew the sword out of the sheath.
The expected mechanism did not appear, and what was pulled out was a broken sword.
"oh……"
Su Mo suddenly realized, why the swordsman never drew his sword no matter what time it was.
It's not that I don't want to, but pulling it out won't help.
A broken sword might still be able to exert its power in the hands of an expert, but the swordsman is obviously not such an expert.
Not only that... the sword of the sword master of the Sword Hall was broken. If he took it out to use in battle, it would be like exposing his weakness. Therefore, the sword master never drew his sword until his death.
As he thought about it, the broken sword in his hand suddenly flew out, but it was not pulled away by someone with internal force, but thrown out by himself.
The broken sword whistled in the air and finally landed in front of a man.
And that person, at this moment, was secretly climbing on the ground, trying to leave here secretly when no one was paying attention.
This person... is the "thief" that the swordsman was chasing before!
With the sword flashing in front of him, his face no longer had the previous demeanor of sharing the same hatred with Su Mo and the others and angrily denouncing the Qi Jue Tang. His face was pale and lifeless.
Su Mo's gentle voice came from my ear:
"Where do you want to go?"
