Chapter 9 Master’s Fault

Shen Kuang was moving and he wanted to escape. However, the disciples around him were also moving along with the trend. Because they noticed the smell of gunpowder in the air, they knew who to help! Everyone was moving, except Nan Qiao. She was still pointing her sword at Shen Kuang!

"Draw out your sword! You know you can't get away." This was the last thing Nan Qiao said before the two of them took action. Time is also fate! Shen Kuang knew that it was his turn!

This competition was completely different from the previous one, because he could feel the murderous look in his opponent's eyes.

He knew before going up the mountain that this trip would not have a good result, but the current situation was far beyond his expectation. After all, he still didn't want to draw swords against the opponent, let alone make the situation too tense.

It's just that this time there is no way out, so he can't sit still and wait for death! He finally lifted up his sword like Nan Qiao did, instead of taking off the baggage he was carrying like he did in the morning. He knew that this was probably the real intention of Senior Han's smile, and it would be impossible for him to get down the mountain unscathed.

The two of them were not far apart. At this moment, the breeze in the sword viewing field was blowing their hair, and their hair was dancing gently in the wind.

The surrounding disciples slowly gave way to the space, and the smoke filled the air, and they smelled the smell of sword energy.

Suddenly there was a flash of cold light, and Nan Qiao took action. The long sword in her hand was wrapped with light cyan sword energy and pointed directly at Shen Kuang!

The corners of Shen Kuang's clothes moved automatically, and he leaned forward slightly to make an impact . With a wave of white mud in his hand, he also carried a fierce offensive with Nan Qiao and walked away! Almost instantly, the two swords collided, making a clanging sound.

Then in a short period of time, the two of them fired several swords, and the swords touched and separated. Every impact was accompanied by strong force, and the onlookers' disciples could also feel the grand momentum coming from the two people on the field. They were surprised by such a scene and were also surprised by the young man's strength.

The junior sister's talent and strength are considered to be the strongest among the younger generation of the Yunmeng Sword Sect. She never thought that this ordinary young man could be so powerful in the swordsmanship.

The two people in the field naturally couldn't care about the feelings of the others. They could all feel that the other party no longer had the leeway to attack like in the morning. Although Shen Kuang did not want to hurt the other party, under such circumstances, he could only discuss other matters on the premise of protecting himself, because the other party did not hold back.

The two fought again, and their speed had improved a lot. Shen Kuang's Qing Gong was practiced in daily life, so it was very easy to use at this time. The master said that this light skill is called catkin, and the catkin body technique pays attention to the word "qing"! This movement seems to be slow, but in fact it is very fast, because all the other party can see is the afterimage left behind.

Nan Qiao's movement skills were also very fast, he could tell. Her Qing Kung Fu focuses on footwork, which is very fast, but seems to be well-founded.

After another fierce competition between the two, after careful observation, Shen Kuang finally saw the flaw in Nan Qiao's footwork. He locked the position where Nan Qiao would land next, so his figure flashed sideways and his sword approached. Go to that position.

Sure enough, Nan Qiao appeared behind and to his left!

As he had expected it, he took advantage of the situation to accumulate strength and waved his sword aura upwards. When Nan Qiao saw this, he raised his sword and blocked it .

She never expected that the other party could guess her location, so she reacted hastily to the sword that came. In a hurry, he failed to accumulate enough energy in time and was finally thrown away by Shen Kuang's sword. The figure spun several times in mid-air before finally landing and stabilizing his figure.

After the two distanced themselves, Shen Kuang originally wanted to show goodwill and stop the fight, but when he was about to speak , Nan Qiao, who could barely hold himself steady, attacked again, not giving him any chance to speak.

In this situation, he could only resist with his sword. The two swords touched, and cyan and purple zhenqi light curtains dispersed from the place where the two swords touched.

All the disciples on the sword viewing field felt the terrifying power coming from above the light curtain. Even if they were standing on the outermost edge, they could still feel the constant fluctuations of true energy.

The two swords never separated, and the blue-purple light curtain kept changing in mid-air . Everyone knew that they were competing in internal strength, and as the fluctuations of zhenqi continued to increase, the surrounding space was also touched.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the sword watching field! The wind blew away Shen Kuang's long hair, and also blew away the scarf he used to tie his hair.

In fact, he knew that such a situation in the sword viewing field must have been noticed by the elders in the sect, but no one came forward. He felt that perhaps only after defeating the opponent would the seniors of the Yunmeng Sword Sect show up!

So the next second, a more majestic purple energy emerged from his body. This time he almost exhausted more than half of the energy in his body. In an instant, the originally evenly matched situation was immediately broken, the cyan light curtain was washed away , and the purple infuriating energy struck Nan Qiao directly with the sound of breaking wind!

Everyone was exclaiming and taking a breath of cold air. If she was hit by this zhenqi, the junior sister would probably be injured.

Just when Nan Qiao herself thought it was inevitable, a transparent light curtain silently appeared in front of her, neutralizing Shen Kuang's tricks one by one.

At this moment, the wind stopped! Shen Kuang's messy long hair also stopped dancing.

Putting the long sword into its sheath, he bowed in the direction behind Nan Qiao and said, "Senior!" His guess was correct. The senior of Yunmeng Sword Sect couldn't help but take action.

The originally surprised disciples looked over with wide eyes when they discovered that an elder had taken action. When they saw the figure clearly, everyone said respectfully, "Uncle Yun!"

The one who took action was none other than Nan Qiao's master, Yun Qingyou. She seemed not to have heard the words of Shen Kuang and the disciples around her. After repelling Shen Kuang's attack, she quickly lowered her body and looked at her disciple, and said softly, "Qiaoer, how are you?"

"Master, I'm fine!" Seeing the master, Nan Qiao smiled. Then, with the help of her master, she slowly stood up. The fight just now consumed a lot of internal energy, so he was a little weak now.

Yun Qingyou looked at her disciple worriedly and stroked her hair with some distress. After a moment, she thought of the culprit of all this, and then her eyes locked on Shen Kuang standing across the square. Suddenly, Shen Kuang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his body was extremely cold.

"Oops!"

He wanted to run away quickly, but there was no chance. The next second, his cries echoed throughout the square. In front of such a master, the Qinggong and Escape skills he was proud of were useless. In the face of absolute strength, all moves pale.

Senior Yun Qingyou took action without giving him any chance to explain. She didn't strike hard, but every punch and palm was extremely accurate, causing him pain without leaving any injuries.

The scene was indeed bloody, and many of the disciples on the scene covered their eyes with their hands to avoid looking, but Shen Kuang's miserable cries still reached their ears over and over again . Only Ci Yin, who was supporting Nan Qiao, grinned happily. "Hmph, if you dare to hurt my junior sister, this is what you will get! What about the disciples of the Sword God? Master Yun is not afraid of you."

About a quarter of an hour later, Shen Kuang's howling finally stopped. When everyone looked at him again, his long hair was flying, his clothes were messy, and his trembling hands were holding the scabbard, trying hard to support his body. He was guarding the last bit of stubbornness as a man, and even though every inch of his body ached, he still wouldn't fall.

"Senior!" He said with a rather cruel smile on his lips.

"The debt owed by the master has been paid off!"

Yun Qingyou looked at Shen Kuang who was struggling to hold on, and smiled with some disdain, "I will take your master's life myself. Just now, this is a lesson to you for hurting my disciple! Get out!"

The master's words were full of concern for Nan Qiao. At this moment, Nan Qiao suddenly felt that the master's reaction on Qingfeng Cliff had been fake. But how could such real emotions be fake? The master actually looked a little different at this time. The master applied a light powder and made her look a little more beautiful than before.

She didn't know that the master thought it was that person who came, but he never thought it was just his apprentice. So the disappointment and despair all turned into anger and vented on Shen Kuang.

After hearing Yun Qingyou's words, Shen Kuang said nothing more, nodded, then limped down the mountain with his sword in hand . What was supposed to come would eventually come, and after receiving this severe beating, he had fulfilled his master's request.

Looking at Shen Kuang's slightly desolate back, Yun Qingyou's heart skipped a beat, and her thoughts were suddenly brought back to the past.

More than 20 years ago, they were surrounded and killed when they were traveling in the rivers and lakes, and they narrowly escaped death. After some killings, they finally escaped death, but their victory was brutal. Back then, that man was the same. Even though he was seriously injured, he still refused to fall and protected her tightly.

The back of this young man now is so similar to that of him back then. She was actually waiting for him to turn around, waiting for him to say those words to her , "I will protect you for the rest of my life!"

However, she knew that the person in front of her was just his disciple, not him, and he was not the same now!

"Wait a minute!" After all, she couldn't help but want to ask about that person.

Shen Kuang turned around with difficulty, looked at Yun Qingyou who was speaking and said slowly, "Senior, what's the matter?"

"Besides that jade pendant, didn't your master ask you to bring me something?" Her tone was cold, and she couldn't tell whether it was expectation or indifference.

Shen Kuang shook his head, "Actually, Master's original intention was for me to come to Yunmeng Mountain to propose marriage, and then return the jade pendant to you! But I knew that proposal for marriage was Master's joke, so I didn't say it before!"

"Who am I proposing to marry?" Yun Qingyou asked.

"Master said, to your apprentice!"

The surrounding disciples were all surprised after hearing Shen Kuang's words. Even Ci Yin and Nan Qiao changed their expressions slightly!

After saying this, he was expecting the other party to ridicule him, but Senior Yun did not laugh at him for overestimating his abilities as he expected!

"Hmph, why does he think you have such qualifications? Even if you are stronger than Qiaoer, it doesn't matter. If you dare to hurt my disciples, even if your master comes, I will still let you die in an ugly way!"

Shen Kuang knew that she took the master's words seriously, so he could only say apologetically, "These are just master's joking words. Don't take offense, senior! You know, master is like that."

"Huh, a joke?"

"I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know how many jokes he made! Humph!" After saying that, she brushed her sleeves and seemed a little sulky.

Shen Kuang didn't expect that such a simple sentence would anger the other party, but in the current situation, he couldn't help but remain silent, so he could only nod and said again, "Senior, I have been learning swordsmanship from my master since I was a child. Although the master has many qualities, he No, but I still think he is a respectable gentleman. I can guess something about the past between you and the master. As a disciple, I can't judge whether the master is right or wrong, and I can't stand on your side to criticize him. His is not. But in my eyes, the master's question never needs an answer, because we both understand that all reasons arise from our own minds, and if they are not wishful thinking, they are beyond our control!"

He spoke sincerely and did not blindly favor his master.

Qingyun Yun also knew that she had lost her composure, but even after twenty years, she would still be nervous and excited when she heard news about that person, just like when she was young.

It's just that she hasn't seen the man in bright clothes and angry horses for many years. Now, she can't even tell whether she loves or hates him in her heart. After a while, she suddenly smiled, but there was an indescribable mix of emotions in her smile.

Shen Kuang also understood that in the final analysis, it was his master who failed others. No matter whether there were any legitimate reasons or he could not help himself, this fact could never be changed. So he didn't feel wronged by the beating just now. As a disciple, this was what he should do!