Chapter 126 The Autumn Wind Sweeps the Fallen Leaves

Chapter 126 The Autumn Wind Sweeps the Fallen Leaves

Chapter 126 The Autumn Wind Sweeps the Fallen Leaves

The so-called gang is a group of people gathered together, and their first priority is to find food. Cats have their own way, and dogs have their own way.

Outside Huazhou City, two two-wheeled carriages with green canopies were parked on the side of the road.

There was a small flag with a blue background on the ceiling. The pattern on the flag was a black horse with its hooves raised and stepping on three steel knives. The flag of the largest gang in Qingyang Prefecture did look quite imposing.

Ma Chengzhou has close ties with the grassland and can trade large quantities of livestock power from the north every year. More than 80% of the private horse market in Guanzhong is controlled by him. There are even rumors that Wohu Villa on Tongguan Road is the biggest customer behind Qianmatang.

Generally speaking, the more chaotic Guanzhong is, the better Qianmadao’s business is.

Ma Chengzhou doesn't seem to care as much as others about the stability of the righteous world and dealing with the invasion of the evil cult.

"Huazhou City is connected to Tongguan, and the business is very busy. The carriage and horse shop only has these two carriages available. I'm sorry to trouble Mr. Nangong."

Ma Chengzhou was in his forties, wearing a brown brocade robe and an octagonal hat. He looked quite wealthy when he smiled. Apart from a top-grade Japanese sword, which was quite rare in the northwest, on his waist, he did not have the air of a gangster at all, and looked more like a wealthy man.

Compared with the turmoil in the Central Plains, Guanzhong is relatively peaceful, as can be seen from the temperament of the leader.

"Thank you for your help, Master Ma. The Nangong family will definitely repay you in the future."

Nangong Huang looked pale and his steps were unsteady. He pushed away the disciples who were supporting him and bowed to Ma Chengzhou to express his gratitude. Nangong Cang was in an even worse condition. He was half-conscious and lying in the carriage. Someone was arranged to take care of him.

Ma Chengzhou smiled lightly and shook his head, saying, "I didn't do anything. If Sect Leader Yue had real talent and knowledge, he would be like the majestic West Mountain, not happy with things, not sad with himself, and no one could shake him. Those little tricks are nothing but a joke."

"Master Ma is right, Yue Buqun is indeed just a name, hahahaha."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Huang burst into laughter and coughed repeatedly. He felt extremely happy whenever he thought about defeating a great master in the Xiantian realm and becoming famous with the Gentleman Sword, with whom he had been secretly competing.

Ma Chengzhou smiled and asked, "Mr. Nangong, are you going back to Longxi?"

Nangong Huang glanced at him and chuckled, "There are a few friends in the martial arts world who invited me to Xi'an Prefecture for a visit. What are your plans, Master Ma?"

Ma Chengzhou looked towards the northwest and sighed softly, "I am a businessman in the underworld, and I have many brothers who need to eat. I can only go back to Qingyang Prefecture."

Nangong Huang smiled and said, "Master Ma, we'll see you later."

Ma Chengzhou bowed and said, "Goodbye."

The two green-covered carriages traveled westward along the official road. Nangong Huang had gained such a great advantage and was worried that Yue Buqun would send people to hunt him down and retaliate, so he naturally did not want to stop for long in Huashan. After passing Shilipo, the carriages traveled for fifty miles until midnight, when they stopped in a woods beside the official road.

A bonfire was lit in the woods, and five or six disciples sat around it. They took out some dry food and roasted it until it was soft. They first sent it to the head of the family on the carriage, and then they started to eat. During the Huashan trip, the reputation of the Nangong family soared, and they were also proud of it, and they were all very happy.

The young man with a sword on his waist came back from the carriage and someone immediately made way for him.

"Brother Rong, is the master okay?"

"He is still meditating and regulating his breathing. He looks seriously injured."

The man shook his head, took off his sword, placed it beside him, slowly sat down, took a crispy and soft sesame flour bread, and took a big bite.

"But the master is in a good mood and should be able to recover soon."

Someone laughed and said, "Of course. When we go to Xi'an Prefecture, the master will gather fellow martial artists to discuss the alliance. If any faction in Guanzhong dares not to respect our Nangong family, the master will be the number one person in Guanzhong even if he is not the leader."

Nangong Rong finished eating the naan, drank half a gourd of water, and said, "Ah Qi, you guard the first half of the night, Mao San, you guard the second half of the night."

The bald guy named Mao San laughed and said, "Brother Rong, you are too cautious. You even arranged a night watch?"

Another person also laughed and said, "Mr. Huashan Yue, you are known as the Gentleman Sword, what a great name, but you still lost to the master. Now I wonder which bandits in Guanzhong are so blind that they dare to harass the Nangong family's carriage? Isn't that like looking for death by holding a lantern in the toilet?"

The young man named Nangong Rong looked at the carriage and frowned, "Normally it would be fine, but now the master and Cang Ge'er are both injured. We can only know a person's face but not his heart. What if the Huashan Sect is chasing us along the way? We'd better be careful tonight."

The moonlight on the eighth day of the lunar new year was not very bright, especially in the woods. Once you left the campfire, the light immediately dimmed.

Nangong Rong walked forward about ten steps, came to a tree, untied his belt, and was about to start releasing it when he suddenly saw the branches in front of him shaking.

"Ok?"

Nangong Rong felt a chill in his heart and was about to turn around when a hand was placed on the back of his neck, with iron fingers pressing on several acupuncture points. His breathing immediately became stagnant.

"I will definitely kill you before you make a sound."

The voice came from behind.

Nangong Rong said in a trembling voice: "I...I believe it."

The man continued, "Is Nangong Huang in the car?"

"exist."

"Which one?"

"The one on the left...to the left of the bonfire."

The man asked again: "How is his injury?"

When Nangong Rong heard him ask this, he was immediately shocked. The outcome of the battle at the Jade Maiden Temple was revealed during the day. The shameless Huashan Sect came to hunt him down. What a gentleman sword! It turned out that he did one thing in public and another in secret.

"Good man, good man, my master's injury is not serious. The Sun and Moon Cross Sword of the Nangong family is unrivaled in the world. Even Master Yue is no match for it. Why did you lose your life in vain? You should retreat quietly. I will never make a sound..."

The man sneered, "You are not honest! I am very unhappy."

The fingers were dislocated and the sound of bones and tendons breaking could be heard.

Nangong Rong fell to the ground without a breath.

The masked man untied the sword at his waist, held it in his hand, and looked into the woods. There were two carriages parked in front of the campfire, with four or five people sitting on them. It would be troublesome to approach the carriages silently.

He looked towards the green-covered carriage on the left side of the campfire with a cold gaze.

"The Huashan Sect is closed off from the mountains, and Nangong Huang is ambitious. It seems that he will become a pillar of the righteous martial arts world in Guanzhong. We can cut off this pillar while he is seriously injured. If we miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, we will have to do a lot more work in the future."

There was a sound in the forest.

"Brother Rong, you take such a long time to pee."

"Young people are just full of energy."

"Brother Rong?"

Before he could think about it, two disciples of the Nangong family came over here.

"Damn it, the sneak attack failed."

The masked man flew out and a few points of golden light flew out. Two screams were heard in succession. The two men were caught off guard and fell to the ground dead.

"who?"

The remaining three men drew their swords and charged at the masked man in black who suddenly appeared.

The masked man leapt up, swung his sword, and slashed out a stream of sword energy. The weapons of the Nangong family disciples were broken one after another. They held the half-broken swords in their hands, shocked beyond words. This man's martial arts skills were really rare, and he could at least be ranked among the gang leaders or sect leaders.

"Golden drums roar at the peak!"

The masked man used his extremely strong internal force to vibrate the long sword in his hand, making a long sharp whistle. The long sword swung past, and the three people felt extremely painful in their eyes and ears. They immediately bled from all seven orifices and fell to the ground. If they didn't die, they would have been seriously injured.

With no one to stop him, he looked towards the green-covered carriage parked to the left of the bonfire, smiled coldly, and raised his hand to throw a bunch of golden needles to the right.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

The golden needle passed through the curtain, making countless small holes.

"boom!"

The carriage exploded instantly, wood chips flew everywhere, and a figure flew out and landed in the woods. It was Nangong Huang, the 'Longxi Knife'. Seeing that his disciples suffered heavy casualties, anger flashed in his eyes. He looked at the masked man in black and sneered.

"Why did this friend, who came to visit me so late at night, hide his face and refuse to show himself to others? Such behavior is not like that of a gentleman."

"Let these ordinary disciples buy time for you and test my background. It can be seen that Mr. Nangong is not an upright person. Don't laugh at me, brother. The righteous and the evil are just birds of a feather. But this... It also proves that you are indeed seriously injured."

The masked man raised his sword with the blade pointing upwards.

Seeing that he was using his own disciple's sword but performing sword techniques, which looked strange and obvious, he became more convinced of his guess that the man was related to the Huashan Sect.

"Want to take advantage of someone's misfortune? Let's see if you have the ability to do so!"

Nangong Huang drew out his broad-backed long sword, ran forward, and slashed at the masked man in black.

The swordsmanship passed down from generation to generation in the Nangong family is versatile, simple and powerful. Many of the moves were derived from the military on the battlefield. They seem to be open and close, but in fact they contain strange changes and are extremely lethal.

However, Nangong Huang was still seriously injured and was holding on with only 40% of his strength.

"The wind blows and the grass breaks!"

Nangong Huang swung his long sword, and a powerful sword energy swept up countless dead branches and leaves in the forest.

The man in black fell backwards and lay on the ground to avoid the long knife. He slapped the ground with both palms and quickly turned over. His movements were extremely smooth, like water flowing in the mountains or clouds floating in the sky. Although it was extremely dangerous, he still dodged the knife without any hindrance.

"What a great thief!"

The two exchanged more than twenty moves. Nangong Huang suppressed his opponent firmly with his superb swordsmanship. The man in black was almost injured by the sword several times, but he escaped every time. Upon careful calculation, up to now, judging from the moves alone, although the opponent's swordsmanship was clumsy, he was not at a disadvantage at all with his superb body skills.

"Is he stalling for time? He wants to cause my injuries to flare up so he can use ruthless means to deal with me?"

Nangong Huang thought to himself that he had been stabbed by Yue Buqun's sword four or five times, and the wounds had not yet healed. With such a big movement, they had already started to bleed. If time went on for a long time, it would be even more difficult for him to deal with the man in black.

Nangong Huang couldn't help but become more anxious.

"You son of a bitch, is all you can do to run away? What did Yue Buqun teach you? Huashan Sect is really a bunch of turtles and toads. If you have the guts, fight your grandfather Nangong openly for three hundred rounds, and have no regrets whether we die or not."

"Nangong Huang, you have really lived in vain. You are still using such a clumsy method to provoke me. I know that your sword skills and internal strength are stronger than mine. Why should I give up my strengths and use my weaknesses to fight you head-on?"

Seeing that his opponent's moves were getting more and more urgent, Zhang Yu showed a satisfied smile.
After four or five rounds, he secretly circulated the Beiming Qi, poured it into the blade, leaped high into the air, and slashed forward. The crescent-shaped blade energy fell towards Nangong Huang's head.

The knife "Moon Sets and Crows Cry" that Qiao Wuyong held was created after he killed hundreds of horse thieves. It was filled with murderous and ominous aura, which exactly matched Zhang Yu's mood tonight.

He has seen life and death, killed countless people, and witnessed countless sword fights. No matter what kind of danger he is in, he can remain calm.

But after coming down from Mount Hua, I don’t know why I have been feeling uneasy and inexplicably irritated.

He left Ping'an Inn and took the risk to hunt down the people of Nangong Family in order to dispel the restlessness in his heart. At that moment, he was filled with murderous intent.

"Good sword skills!"

Nangong Huang saw that the crescent-shaped sword energy was extremely sharp. He was a master of swordsmanship and could tell that this move had some meaning. Compared with the previous sword moves with knives, which were only tangible but not spiritual, it was completely different.

"Mastering both sword and saber, I didn't expect Huashan Sect to have such a master."

Nangong Huang was not surprised but happy. He was just about to fight hard with the opponent, but it seemed that the opponent had fallen into the trap and thought that his injury had relapsed and he had an opportunity to take advantage of, so he couldn't wait to attack.

"Silver whip flying!"

Nangong Huang raised his long sword and swung it out like a whip, making a sharp long whistle, blocking the crescent-shaped sword energy. Unexpectedly, the opponent's internal strength was extremely domineering and strong, not inferior to the Nangong family's secret internal strength.

The two swords collided in the air, constantly pressing towards each other, resulting in a stalemate for a while.

"Look at the palm!"

Zhang Yu raised his palm and struck from top to bottom.

Nangong Huang raised his palm to meet the attack. He smiled coldly, knowing that his internal strength was superior to his opponent's, so he was naturally not afraid of a protracted competition.

The masked man in black laughed and said, "Mr. Nangong, what a powerful inner strength!"

"Huh?" Nangong Huang was a little confused, and suddenly his expression changed drastically.

His internal energy was actually sucked away by the other party. It flowed out in strands at first, but soon turned into a trickle. He was extremely shocked and remembered that many years ago, there was a man in the martial arts world who was famous for similar skills.

"Could it be that the Huashan Sect is colluding with the Demon Sect?"

Zhang Yu used the Qi Hai as his base, called upon the internal force of the Tan Zhong acupoint, and faced off against Nangong Huang.

"This is called taking food from the enemy. If I take one point, I must win by two points. If this goes on for a long time, even if the opponent's internal strength is as vast as a lake or an abyss, it will run out of energy and die. This is the power of the North Sea Divine Art."

Nangong Huang was greatly shocked and wanted to retract his palm to get rid of him, but the opponent was like sticky candy and he couldn't get rid of him. Most of his internal energy had been used up on Mount Huashan and it hadn't recovered yet. Now it had lost another three or four points. If it continued like this and he couldn't come up with a plan to deal with it, he would really die from this evil power.

"Storm Breath!"

Nangong Huang's face suddenly turned red. He turned his palm and a powerful internal energy gushed out, rushing straight to the Shaoshang acupoint of the masked man in black.

"not good!"

Zhang Yu can only use Shaoshang acupoint to absorb internal energy now. He must proceed step by step, otherwise there will be a danger of flooding Jinshan Mountain. In the end, he blames himself for not refining Beiming Divine Art to a deep level. Otherwise, he would not have so many concerns and would have taken the opportunity to drain Nangong Huang dry.

"It seems that we have no choice but to let him go."

No matter how unwilling Zhang Yu was, he had to stop and withdraw his palm. Even so, he still suffered considerable internal injuries.

"Mr. Nangong, see you later!"

Several men in black leaped up and disappeared into the woods.

Nangong Huang stood where he was, his hands trembling slightly, not daring to chase.

(End of this chapter)