1107 A Sword II (2/2)
The Chao Xiaoshu said, ”I'm the trap.”
The Drunkard's eyebrows slightly raised.
Chao Xiaoshu added, ”I have been waiting.”
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Waiting for the moment.
Ning Que had been waiting for the moment when the Drunkard could no longer apply Distanceless. He had been waiting for two days and nights, but had not got the chance.
Chao Xiaoshu was also waiting for the moment. He had been waiting for years. But his moment was different from the one Ning Que was looking for. He just waited for the moment to come to him.
The Drunkard did not want to listen further, because of the unexplainable anger as well as the two major enemies, Ning Que and Haotian by his side. He decided to kill Chao Xiaoshu first.
He punched toward Chao Xiaoshu's chest. Chao Xiaoshu could never escape from an attack by such a powerful cultivator. He was never thinking of escape. But when sensing the approaching death, even someone resolute and disillusioned like him could not help feeling a moment of trance.
The Drunkard's palm fell onto his chest. Then a sharp sword pierced through his palm! It was an invisible sword. The blade of the sword was chill and clean. Where did the sword come from?
The sword had always been inside Chao Xiaoshu.
Someone had a ghost in his left eye. Someone had another person in his ocean of consciousness. Someone had a spirit living in his ring. While this person had a sword in his body. It was not the dagger hidden in a fish belly, but in his belly.
Wherever the Drunkard's palm fell onto, as long as there came the killing intent, the sword would appear.
Right then, the sword pierced through his chest as well as the Drunkard's palm! It was a subconscious reaction, a suicidal attack!
The Drunkard turned pale immediately when he sensed the overwhelming fear. He whistled harshly and immediately stepped back. In a few steps he was already almost invisible. However, the sword came faster.
The sword pierced through Chao Xiaoshu's chest, carried his blood and acquired solid substance in the wind. It stabbed deeply into the Drunkard's belly!
The Drunkard was indeed one of the fastest in the world. But he was too close to Chao Xiaoshu to escape from the sword. Even the Eldest Brother did not dare to come too close to the sword. What sword was it? It was nothing more than an ordinary sword, but carried the ultimate killing intent.
The sword came from the Sword Garret in the South Jin. It belonged to Liu Bai, the Sage of Sword.
It was the sword Chao Xiaoshu borrowed from Liu Bai. It was the Academy's plan from the Headmaster's words.
A man of integrity would carry the weapon in him and wait for the opportune moment. It was precisely what they were doing right now. Or more simply, Chao Xiaoshu had a sword inside him. When the Drunkard tried to kill him, the sword would be activated and kill. The weapon referred to an object, or more precisely a sword. But it could also mean courage. Chao Xiaoshu had waited for many years to make the stab.
In other words, he had been waiting for his death. It was great courage.
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The Drunkard felt extremely painful. He seemed startled and confused. The sword came incredibly fast and made it impossible for him to escape.
He vaguely realized that it should be Liu Bai's sword. Indeed, no other sword could be so fast and resolute as Liu Bai's. When this sword appeared, even the Drunkard would be doomed.
The sword stab Chao Xiaoshu just made took the majority of his vitality, and destroyed his Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow!
The Drunkard turned pale while stepping backward. He seemed even more invisible.
He did not want to die. He tried to flee.
He punched the ground, kicked up prevailing dust and rubble that blocked Ning Que's vision.
Zhang San and Li Si scrambled out of the ruins of the calligraphy shop, swayed their knives randomly without even looking at what they were chopping on.
They chopped the Drunkard's little toe of his left foot, and the heel of the right.
The Drunkard was stabbed in his belly, and his feet were chopped. His blood gushed and shoes soaking.
He howled in rage, pulled out seventeen swords from his flagon and stabbed randomly toward Chao Xiaoshu, Zhang San and Li Si.
In the darkness Sangsang suddenly said two series of numbers. From the other side of the prevailing dust a hum was heard. An arrow pierced through the air and hit on the Drunkard's knee. Blood was spurted.
The Drunkard yelled in pain. He could no longer keep his balance and fell onto the ground. The seventeen swords from his flagon were scattered like falling leaves.
Upon a big bang the dust, the rubble, the darkness and the night was thrown into a mess.
Ning Que flew to him and knocked him down with a kick right on his chest.
Upon some cracks the Drunkard's ribs were smashed. The Drunkard panted in rage and unwillingness.
He was reluctant to die. He wanted to survive. He tried to drive the Qi of Heaven and Earth in order to escape.
Ning Que pull the bow into full moon, while the arrow shone chillingly on the bowstring.
In fact he did not even need to target.
The chilling arrow was pressed between the Drunkard's eyebrows. No one could miss it.
In their previous fight the Drunkard said to him, ”You can try shooting me if you are indeed powerful.”
This time Ning Que said, ”You can try to escape my arrow if you are indeed powerful.”
There was a light hum.
The iron arrow left the bowstring, and pierced the Drunkard between the eyebrows.
On the street in the small town, a very deep hole was made by the arrow.
The iron arrow disappeared in the ground.
The Drunkard's head also disappeared in the blood.
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