C327 A Blade That must be Killed
C327 A Blade That must be Killed
Many people were looking at that young man with a smile on their faces.
They wanted to watch a good show.
This young man didn't have the strength, yet he came to snatch Wan Cheng's woman?
If his brain wasn't sick, he just wanted to go crazy thinking about women.
There were also some people in the Cangqing Country who had seen too many stories about young masters and young ladies loving each other. They thought that they were handsome and elegant. When they met a beautiful woman, they wanted to have a great romance, but in the end, they died without a trace.
It seemed that this young man was such a person.
Meng Yu was surrounded by the guards of the Wan Mansion.
"Brother Meng Yu, this Wan Cheng isn't someone to be trifled with. He is a First Level Condensing Reality Stage Cultivation Level." Liu Rongfei transmitted her voice to him.
Meng Yu nodded and asked, "Why are you all here?"
"Vice Sect Master of our Pure Maiden Sect accepted this man's generous gifts and gave my sister Xiao Xia and I to him as his wife."
"I heard that this man cultivates a special Yin Yang Combined Cultivation Arts. His twelve concubines were tortured to the point that they couldn't even take human form. It's said that the first five concubines have already died. He has also killed many women outside."
Hearing Liu Rongfei's words, Meng Yu looked towards the Main Platform.
Wan Cheng was looking at him coldly, his killing intent soaring to the sky.
Today was the day of Wan Cheng's wedding. Those two beautiful girls would be his lovely wives, but now, they were with another man. This made the Wan Mansion feel unbearable.
In the future, he, Wan Cheng, would become the laughing stock of everyone in Big Sabre Sect!
"This kid is arrogant. Why would Elder Wan Cheng come out personally? Let me deal with him."
At this moment, Zhang Yi, who was standing next to Wan Yao, came out to express his loyalty.
Wan Cheng looked at him with satisfaction and nodded his head in agreement.
Wan Yao's beautiful eyes looked at Zhang Yi as he walked away. Next to him, the yellow-clothed girl, Elder Xu, took the opportunity to praise him, "Young hero Zhang Yi is truly a dragon among men, a heroic young man!"
Wan Yao said with a disdainful smile, "He really knows how to seize the opportunity to rise to the top. That kid doesn't even have the Cultivation Level. A few guards will be able to take care of him. Zhang Yi, on the other hand, was an Eighth Level of Fetal Origin Stage Cultivation Level! How could he use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken? He was trying to steal the credit!"
The yellow-clothed woman looked and felt that Wan Yao was right.
He Qiao saw Zhang Yi walking over. The Golden Sabre in his brocade robe was full of heroic spirit. She also loved to bite her red lips tightly.
She loved his handsome and cool appearance.
She hated his lack of affection and loyalty.
If there was a chance, she would also kill this person.
"Sister Qiao, that Zhang Yi is going to kill Brother Meng. What should we do?"
He Tao was very worried.
She was worried about Meng Yu's safety and herself. If someone found out that this person came with them, they wouldn't even know how they died.
"You deserve it!" He Qiao still had hatred towards Meng Yu.
She did not hate him for interrupting the fun between her and Zhang Yi last night.
It was because she had almost been toyed with and could not vent her anger. She could only pour it on Meng Yu, this trash.
"Liu Rongfei, I have treated you well. These two days, you have been in Wan Mansion. I have kept my promise and didn't force you to share a room with me. I respect you, and I didn't even touch you."
"But now you're treating me like this. When I kill that kid later, I'll definitely take your and Bai Feixia's bodies as Furnace."
Wan Cheng's voice was calm, but his tone was filled with hostility.
"You, Wan Cheng, you are really shameless."
Meng Yu said coldly.
This Wan Cheng wanted to capture someone to be his wife, did he need people to be grateful to him?
"You also have a younger sister. Then, should someone capture your younger sister to be his wife and not touch her before marriage? Then should your younger sister be grateful to you? Are you willing to become that person's wife and give up your body? "
"This... is your logic, Wan Cheng?"
Meng Yu's words caused many people to nod their heads in secret.
Among the guests, some of them already despised the actions of the Wan Mansion, especially when some of the females had been harmed by Wan Cheng.
Their eyes were locked on each other.
Everyone noticed that the young man's temperament had changed.
He stood there, fearless, as if he was a god that looked down on all living things in the world, inviolable.
The sword in his hand radiated sword intent, and a killing intent radiated from his body.
They were confused. Did this young man really not have a single Cultivation Level?
At this moment, Zhang Yi had just arrived in front of Meng Yu. His heart skipped a beat, "This man's voice is so familiar, and I think I've seen him somewhere before. Who is he?"
"Who are you? Tell me your name. I don't kill nameless people." Zhang Yi drew his blade and pointed it at Meng Yu.
Meng Yu said casually, "If you want to fight, then hurry up."
"Since you want to die so badly, don't blame me for being merciless."
Zhang Yi's eyes were cold. He pointed his blade forward, and a golden Sabre Wave was instantly unleashed.
Meng Yu sneered, "This is all you know? Show me your true ability!"
The frivolous youth casually waved his sword and the fierce Sabre Wave disappeared without a trace.
"He actually neutralized the Golden Sabre Lang Jun's sure-kill blade?"
Everyone was exceptionally shocked.
This youth was not as simple as he appeared to be.
That was true. Even if he had no brains, who would dare to come to Wan Mansion to snatch a woman?
Bai Feixia was standing behind Meng Yu at this moment. She pursed her red lips and stared at the man in front of her, who was charging and fighting for her.
Yes, he was a man.
Only a real man would appear when a woman needed him the most and hold up a clear sky for her.
"Alright, you piece of trash, remember this. My name is Zhang Yi, and I'll send you to hell today!"
When Zhang Yi heard Meng Yu's words, his arrogant figure leapt into the air and turned into a ray of light, quickly approaching Meng Yu.
"A sky full of golden rain!"
The sharp blade light turned into a golden drizzle, pouring down from the sky in a dazzling manner.
And above his head, a 10 foot long 'Golden Sabre' phantom image also appeared, chopping down heavily at that youth.
At this moment, Meng Yu's entire body was covered by Zhang Yi's fierce and deadly attack.
"Brother Meng, be careful!" He Tao cried out in alarm!
"As expected of the Golden Sabre Lang Jun, he has experienced a trace of saber intent. The power of this saber strike is comparable to a full-powered strike from a First Level Condensing Reality Stage cultivator!"
"That young man is too arrogant, he should die."
Many people gasped when they saw this move, the "Heavenly Gold Rain."
Who would dare to receive a blade like this?
That youth was still standing there, casually brandishing his sword at the incoming killing move.
"Winter Night."
At this moment, everyone seemed to see a bright moon rising.
It was snowing outside, and snowflakes were falling from the sky!
These snowflakes caused the dazzling golden rain to instantly turn into dust and melt into the Winter Night's bright moon.
The surroundings became silent.
At this moment, Zhang Yi let out a miserable cry. The Golden Sabre fell to the ground with a clang.
That sword actually cut off two of his arms!
When everyone saw this scene, their eyes widened in shock.
That move was so terrifying. Who exactly was this person?
They hadn't even seen what move Meng Yu used, and they didn't know why they saw a bright moon, but Zhang Yi had already been defeated.
And that person, with just a casual sword strike, had probably changed the Golden Sabre Lang Jun's name to the armless Lang Jun.
He, Zhang Yi, had once defeated a hundred core disciples with a single sword strike, and chased after dozens of evil cultivators. But today, both of his arms had been cut off by a single sword strike, and from then on, he had become a laughing stock.
Unwillingness and resentment were written all over Zhang Yi's face.