Chapter 1612 - 1613: All Madmen
Yang Fei didn't know, behind them, a man was following the crowd at a steady pace, with a cold expression and exceptionally handsome looks.
Yang Fei and the others entered the One Blade School Martial Arts Hall, but the handsome man did not follow them inside.
This man was none other than Yang Fei's master, Li Mingjun.
Li Mingjun took out a cigarette, lit it in the cold wind, and took a deep puff.
The cigarette tip was like a small torch, emitting a brilliant glow in the night sky.
He listened to the One Blade School Martial Arts Hall where someone was letting out pitiful cries.
Li Mingjun nodded, a faint smile appearing in his expression.
"This boy's style of doing things is exactly like the Martial God's; they both specialize in undercutting strategies, just like the old Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament."
Saying this, Li Mingjun seemed to recall something, sighed, and suddenly felt disinterested.
He flicked away the cigarette butt in his hand, like a comet streaking across the night sky.
The wind roared, fully igniting the cigarette, the flames illuminating the surrounding one zhang area.
Suddenly, the cigarette froze mid-air, the flame flickering unsteadily.
The person holding the cigarette butt was a beautiful, frail girl, her fingers slender and elegant like scallions.
The small cigarette butt in her hand was like a candle, the flame gradually rising.
In the flickering flames, Li Mingjun saw the person before him clearly.
Half of her face was like white jade, translucent and crystalline, without the slightest hint of life, as cold as if she were dead.
This person's figure was delicate, wearing a coarse cloth skirt, with long hair cascading like seaweed at the back.
She appeared frail and haggard, with a youthful and fresh demeanor, yet oddly enough, she exuded a sense of age and desolation.
This combination of childishness and antiquity instead created a dazzling and stunning visual effect.
Li Mingjun immediately noticed that the girl's coarse skirt was made from the type of cloth dock workers used to sew vests, very rough.
This coarse cloth was very simple to sew up, cut in a ragged manner, devoid of any aesthetic appeal.
However, strangely, this rough, unkempt skirt on her figure revealed her siren-like delicacy and beauty.
Underneath her skirt, the exposed lower leg was like a water scallion, enough to make most men's throats dry and heartbeats quicken.
Li Mingjun seemed somewhat surprised too, but he quickly regained a composed expression.
He straightened his back, a slight mocking look in his eyes.
"Jing Kongzhao, you are here?"
Jing Kongzhao remained silent, the two facing each other quietly.
Inside the One Blade School Dojo, the tragic cries of disciples could be heard, piercing to the ear, some sounded like pigs being butchered, very unpleasant.
Just hearing these cries, one could imagine the cruel torture and slaughter that the disciples of the One Blade Flow were suffering inside!
Yet, Jing Kongzhao did not even move an eyebrow, quietly watching Li Mingjun like a statue in the sea.
Her eyes were like obsidian in a deep pond, moist and transparent, seemingly able to see through, yet unfathomable.
Such eyes matched her demeanor, both simple and complex, pure and sinister.
Li Mingjun frowned, a slight smile appearing on his handsome face.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not him."
Jing Kongzhao finally spoke, her words icy as if just drawn from an icy spring.
"Where is he?"
Li Mingjun smiled, Jing Kongzhao's words were precisely within his expectations.
Li Mingjun, normally stern, like an ice sculpture, yet now that he smiled, it revealed an extraordinary elegance and grace.
"You've asked me this question 800 times, if I could tell you, I would have, sorry but I can't comply."
In Jing Kongzhao's cold eyes, a chilling murderous intent flickered.
"You're seeking death!"
She cursed sharply, drawing a strangely long and wide giant sword from her back, dragging it behind her.
This giant sword was pitch-black, even the blade was covered in iron lumps as if it hadn't been sharpened once since it came out of the furnace.
This sword, rather than a longsword, was more like an iron bar.
If it weren't for the iron bar acting as a guard at the sword hilt.
Yet, seeing this sword, Li Mingjun's expression grew solemn.
He sighed deeply, looking up at the sky.
"After ten years, I didn't expect you to reforge Seven Sha."
Jing Kongzhao looked at him indifferently.
"If you don't say where he is, don't blame me for using your blood to open the edge of Seven Sha."
Li Mingjun coldly laughed.
"After ten years, I also want to know how your Martial Arts Realm progressed after practicing the Yan Ru Scripture."
A trace of nostalgia appeared on Jing Kongzhao's childish face.
"The Yan Ru Scripture was taught to me by him, I've never abandoned it these years, just as I've never stopped thinking of him."
A hint of fanaticism suddenly appeared on her childish white face.
"I know you are his good brother, but I think if I kill you, he will definitely hate me to death."
"This way, could I have a place in his heart?"
Li Mingjun shook his head, sighing deeply.
"Madmen, you are all madmen, Christina was like this, and now you too."
Jing Kongzhao raised the Seven Sha, posing in a Lifting Fire to the Sky stance,
In her eyes, a blinding brilliance emerged, impossible to face directly.
"You're right, I am crazy, and if it's for him, I'll willingly be crazy."
As she spoke, her figure flickered, getting to Li Mingjun's left side, the Seven Sha in her hand spinning like a windmill, fiercely slashing toward Li Mingjun's waist.
Li Mingjun flicked his hand against the Seven Sha, gently drifting backward.
Jing Kongzhao's Seven Sha Heavy Sword was lightly flicked open by Li Mingjun, the sword in her hand seemed weightless as if it were straw.
Jing Kongzhao immediately changed her move, the horizontal slash of the longsword transformed into a straight stab, aiming directly at Li Mingjun's throat.
Li Mingjun frowned, gripping the Seven Sha Heavy Sword with his hands, as steady as a rock.
However, Jing Kongzhao's heavy sword began rotating, the violent spinning force stirring an air vortex, creating a ferocious tornado airflow.
Li Mingjun couldn't hold the heavy sword, he had to dodge aside.
Their moves were simple and straightforward, calm and gentle, without the thunder and lightning or cosmic disturbances of True Martial Masters.
But, if Yang Fei were to see these two in action, his mouth would surely drop open in shock.
Their Martial Arts Realm had clearly reached an extremely profound level, returning to simplicity, wondrous and natural.
Their strength was no longer in Essence Qi and Xueqi, but in another ineffable power.
Inside the One Blade School Martial Arts Hall, the cries still echoed, albeit becoming sparse and thin.
This was enough to prove that Yang Fei, along with Mad Blade and the others, had thoroughly subdued the One Blade School Dojo.