Song of Adolescence

Chapter 119 Nameless Swordsman

Tang Lian looked at Ye Ruoyi in her arms, not understanding. "What do you mean?"

"Do you know why Xiao Se and Lei Wujie are being hunted? Because their whereabouts were leaked. Someone sent a letter back to Heavenly Revelations, but the contents of the letter was intercepted before it reached the General’s Residence. And, the sender of the letter was Ye Ruoyi," Wuxin said.

"Are Lei Wujie and Xiao Se that important?" Tang Lian still didn’t understand.

"Did your shifu tell you to wait for someone in Snow Moon City all this time?" Wuxin asked suddenly.

Tang Lian was stunned, then shocked. "You mean…"

"Yes, the one you’ve been waiting for is here." Wuxin smiled. "Although he changed his name and even tampered with his appearance somewhat, he will always be him. This cannot be changed."

Tang Lian frowned and looked at Wuxin. "How do you know all this!"

Wuxin shrugged and smiled flirtatiously. "That pigeon told me, ah."

Tang Lian was about to get angry, and suddenly felt a murderous intent coming from behind him. He turned around hurriedly, and saw a burly man in black wielding a golden titan blade suddenly appear.

The Corset Sword, the Golden Titan Blade. The assassin, Ming Hou!

Tang Lian tipped his toes and lifted lightly. Without hesitation, two flying blades flew at Ming Hou. Ming Hou withdrew slightly, raised his sword and smashed the two flying blades into pieces.

"Damn it," Tang Lian whispered. It’s been a number of months since they last met, but this assassin’s martial arts seemed to have improved a lot.

"Ming Hou," Wuxin called out lazily.

Ming Hou immediately withdrew his sword and stood still with a dull expression.

Tang Lian was taken aback for a moment. "Are you together?"

Wuxin nodded. "I asked him to meet us here."

Tang Lian looked at Ming Hou more carefully, and saw that although his prowess has improved greatly, his expression was a bit sluggish. He approached quietly, but Ming Hou immediately raised his blade again.

"He has lost his awareness, but an assassin\'s senses are still there. Don\'t approach him casually." Wuxin smiled slightly. "Ming Hou, put the blade down."

"Why does he listen to you like this?" Tang Lian asked in surprise.

Wuxin shrugged. "It\'s a long story. But…" Wuxin frowned slightly, because he realised that Ming Hou not only didn\'t put his blade down, but he tightened his grip, and his murderous intent skyrocketed in an instant. Wuxin whirled around and saw a man wearing a black cloak and a hat and carrying a sword about the size of Ming Hou\'s titan blade slowly walking towards them.

"That’s…" Wuxin whispered.

Tang Lian swallowed. "Very strong."

"Indeed very strong." Wuxin nodded. Although this person walked very slowly, with every step, the oppression they were experiencing became stronger and stronger. Ye Ruoyi in Tang Lian\'s arms even groaned slightly. And Ming Hou couldn\'t control the murderous aura he was giving off even more. The veins on his hands popped, his eyes fearsome.

"Tang Lian, you’ve travelled the martial world for many years, what is this person\'s background?" Wuxin asked.

Tang Lian took a long breath. "You want to ask that carrier pigeon?"

Wuxin couldn\'t help but laugh. "That’s true. I shouldn\'t have let it go earlier."

Ming Hou suddenly took a step forward.

Wuxin exclaimed, "No!"

However, Ming Hou had already jumped up, waved his titan blade, and slashed down at the person. His blade aura flowed horizontally, and his qi was very powerful. But in the next moment, Ming Hou was already blocked and he was forced to retreat quickly. He could only plunge his sword into the ground, the blade went three feet deep, and made a gash on the ground more than ten zhang long before he came to a stop. Ming Hou exhaled a deep breath, stood up, and pulled out the blade in his hand. But his hand holding the blade was trembling violently.

"Did you see him draw his sword?" Tang Lian said solemnly.

"No, he didn\'t draw his sword. He only used his scabbard to force Ming Hou back." Wuxin sighed. "Why is it that when I’ve just entered the martial world, I have to meet such a peerless expert? So tough, so tough."

Ye Ruoyi groaned again softly, struggling in Tang Lian\'s arms.

Wuxin spoke in a low voice. "Take her from here and leave first. I just suppressed her injuries. If there is another battle, I’m afraid that even the gods cannot save her life. I will delay this person."

"Can you?" Tang Lian frowned.

The corner of Wuxin\'s mouth curled. "My level now, compared to when we last met in Buddhist country, is a lot more powerful than before. Back then, I could put up a fight against a Heavenly Realm expert, Jin Xian Gonggong. Now, even if I’m facing a sword immortal or sabre immortal, I will more than be able to hold my own."

"Then, we separate here, and will meet again." Tang Lian turned around and immediately ran in the other direction.

Wuxin stayed in place, and suddenly felt that the air had become a little bleak. He scratched his beautiful bald head. "This Tang Lian, we haven’t seen each other for only a few months. Why has he become so dishonest?"

"I’m not dishonest. I have to move with pragmatism.” Tang Lian heard his words and responded loudly.

"It\'s not, move with pragmatism. It’s move with your heart. Tang Clan or Snow Moon City, your heart needs to make a decision soon," Wuxin said loudly, with a smile on his mouth.

The swordsman in the black cloak turned his head and looked at Tang Lian who was fast escaping. He suddenly took a step forward, but a white figure stopped in front of him. Under that beautiful bald head was a face that was magnificent and peerless. Wuxin raised his head, golden light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth maintained a faint smile. "Senior, your opponent is me for now."

"Divine Step, Divine Eye." The swordsman finally spoke, his voice low, with a majesty that was like a king.

"That\'s right. All very powerful martial arts." Wuxin slammed his palm towards the swordsman.

"Kā?yapa Palm." The swordsman slapped against Wuxin\'s palm and spoke with a calm voice. "Long-lost martial arts, I think I know who you are. I heard that Outerheaven recently gained a young sect leader who is Ye Dingzhi’s son."

Wuxin struck with his palm at the swordsman\'s body, but he felt as if his strength was like a stone sinking into the sea. He pushed hard again, only to find that the swordsman was still motionless, and he couldn\'t help smiling bitterly. "I’ve also got a pretty good idea who you are now. But, I have to see your sword to confirm it."

"You want to see my sword?" The swordsman grabbed Wuxin\'s hand. "That’ll depend on whether you have the capability."

Wuxin suddenly smiled. "I caught you."

"You caught me?" The swordsman felt a flow of qi from Wuxin\'s palm, only to realize that the moment he grasped Wuxin, this qi had already entangled itself onto him. He wanted to withdraw, but found that he couldn’t take a single step out.

"This martial arts is called Arhat Anchor. You haven’t heard of it, have you?" Wuxin raised an eyebrow at the swordsman.

A figure immediately appeared behind the swordsman, the golden titan blade in his hand gleamed in the sunlight. Ming Hou swung up his titan blade and cut down on the swordsman’s head.