Chapter 64: Slaying the Villain

  Looking at the giant knife in Kuangdao's hand, a faint glow slowly appeared. Zhen Feng really didn't want to resist, or rather, he didn't know how to resist. His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were also filled with an unwilling gaze, just like when Liu Jing kicked him to the ground earlier.

  "If I can escape from this life, I will definitely destroy the entire Blood Hidden Hall." Zui Feng thought to himself halfway, and laughed, laughing at how he was still having such childish dreams before his death.

  The knife in the hand of the mad swordsman fell, strangely, what should have been a swift and agile blade slowed down bit by bit. "Perhaps this is just an illusion before death," he thought to himself with a self-mocking smile.

  A flash of silver-white light suddenly appeared, like a thunderbolt in overcast weather, striking the slowly falling knife with lightning speed. It wasn't until it was right before his eyes that he realized it was a sword gleam, and there was also an additional white figure in front of him.

  It's unclear whether Kuang Dao had restrained his strength, but this time when the sword and knife clashed, there was no longer the same momentum as before. There was only a clear and crisp sound of metal colliding, followed by Bai Ying retreating two steps, while Kuang Dao also retreated one step. Bai Ying retreated to in front of him, coughed once, and unexpectedly spat out a mouthful of blood, revealing half of his profile, and with the wind, he suddenly recognized him at a glance.

  "Yun Ge, are you okay?" Struggling against the wind, trying to get up.

  "It's just a minor injury, don't move for now." Yun Shui Jian simply said these few words, took a slight step forward, and blocked the path in front of Su Feng. He revealed his left side, which was covered in wounds from head to toe. A large amount of fresh blood had dyed his white shirt completely red, and Su Feng's mouth opened wide as he tried to speak but couldn't utter a single word.

  Kuangdao was taken aback, never expecting someone to intervene at this critical moment. "Who are you? Your kung fu doesn't seem weak."

  "Hmph." Yun Shui slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, narrowing his eyes as if he hadn't even put him in his sights. "Your stance isn't any worse than Feng Xue's, I wonder if you'll die faster than him."

  "Did you kill my junior brother?" Crazy Knife was stunned again, and then burst out laughing, "You can kill Snowflake Junior Brother? Just casually making up a sentence, still trying to deceive me..."

  Kuang Dao hadn't finished laughing when Yun Shui suddenly took out a token from his bosom and threw it on the ground. Xiang Feng leaned against the book, and under the faint moonlight, he saw clearly that in the center of the token was a "blood" character. The shape and size were exactly the same as the one held by the green-clothed youth who had dismissed the officials at the inn in Luoyang and on the pleasure boat. Was that green-clothed youth really the legendary assassin, Piao Xue?

  Before he could recover from the shock, Yun Shui Jian said, "It's just a pity that the person he has been following all along happens to be someone I need to protect, so it's only natural that he will die."

  It wasn't a coincidence that he was always with him, but rather he had been following himself all along. Thinking of this, Sui Feng suddenly sat down on the ground, his back covered in cold sweat.

  "Return my brother's life!" The Crazy Blade let out a loud roar, and had already charged to the front. The blade shone brightly, and was another peerless slash that dominated the heavens and earth. The sound of the blade slicing through the air had already suppressed the sound of his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if in the entire world there was only this one slash that could split mountains and crack rocks, and it was fundamentally unavoidable.

  Actually, Yun Shui Jian really had no way to retreat, if he dodged, this knife would chop onto the body of Sui Feng behind him.

  Ignoring his own injuries, Yunshui gradually gathered his energy into the sword and swung it out in a majestic and powerful stroke. This ordinary-looking sword move seemed simple but actually contained dozens of variations that only a master like Kuangdao could see. His brow furrowed slightly as he let out another mighty roar, adding two more parts to the force in his hand, completely disregarding finesse and relying solely on brute strength to overpower his opponent.

  The swords had not yet clashed, but the energies had already collided. Kuang Dao was a burly man with a massive half-person-sized sword, and his brute strength was evident. Moreover, he was fueled by rage, adding to his charging force. Yun Shui Jian, on the other hand, had a scholarly appearance, and although his skills were not inferior to Kuang Dao's, his physical strength was insufficient. With a single press of his body weight, Yun Shui Jian suffered an injury, his legs softened, and he knelt halfway to the ground, his sword already resting on his own shoulder.

  The mad knife let out two fierce laughs, his face full of ferocity, as if he really wanted to split Yun Shui Jian in half.

  Yun Shui Jian's expression didn't change, his left hand stretched out like a fish swimming, and he sent out a palm strike towards Kuang Dao's chest. Kuang Dao's attention was all on his knife, and when he realized Yun Shui Jian's palm was coming, it was almost too late. He hastily circulated his breath and met the attack with his left palm.

  The two palms intersected, and a dull sound was heard. Jian Feng's heart skipped a beat as he never expected that the mid-road killer, Cheng Yaojin, would have such a thick and even skill, not under his wind, and Yun Shui also had injuries on his body.

  Yunshui's internal energy surged forward in a pure and powerful blast, catching Kuangdao off guard. Kuangdao had been slightly complacent, and his momentary carelessness allowed Yunshui's thickened internal power to land a solid hit, sending him stumbling backward four or five steps, with a thread of fresh blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

  "What kind of person are you? So young and yet so powerful, able to kill me. Snow Drifter should not be a nobody. Cloud Water Gradual's gaze was met with a hateful stare from Crazy Knife, whose eyes held an extra hint of vigilance."

  "Cough, cough", Yun Shui gradually furrowed her brow and looked at the shocking wound on her left chest. She let out a few light coughs. "Who I am is not important, actually we don't need to fight here. I just want to protect him." After finishing speaking, she took half a step back, revealing Su Feng behind her.

  "You, at such a young age, possess remarkable martial arts skills and demeanor. I have only seen one or two people like you before. Originally, when traveling the jianghu, we should mutually respect and care for each other. Unfortunately, my master, Blood Hidden True Person, has given a deadly order: to kill anyone who comes out of the stone cave, no matter what. Therefore, I'm afraid I won't be able to obey your request." Kuang Dao felt that Yun Shui was becoming increasingly difficult to fathom, and his words also carried a hint of respect.

  As if unaware of Kuang Dao's slightly relaxed intention, Yun Shui slowly raised his head. "Blood..."

  A hidden word was held in his mouth, not yet spoken. At that moment, Yunshui stepped out and arrived in front of Kuangdao. With his movement, his sword also moved. Just in time to hear a faint hum like a mosquito's wings, but unable to see the sword light, Kuangdao's entire body convulsed, hastily leaping backward.

  His reaction was quick, but compared to Yun Shui Jian's sword, it was still a fraction of a second slower. The long sword sliced across his chest, leaving a long trail of blood below his collarbone.

  Kuang Dao, after all, had rich experience in assassination. Borrowing the momentum of his backward fall, he arched his body, propped up with his right foot, and kicked out with his left leg like lightning, striking Yun Shui's Dan Tian. With a sudden burst of strength, he kicked him away, but he himself also fell backwards onto the ground.

  Yun Shui's face twitched slightly, his Dantian was severely injured, and with this kick, his Qihai churned violently. If he didn't handle it properly, he would go mad and die from exhaustion. A few coughs later, Su Feng appeared behind him, Yun Shui's hand holding the sword trembled, and Su Feng's heart almost jumped to his throat.

  The cloud and water gradually entered his eyes, still as calm as water. He saw the mad knife slowly getting up from the ground, not saying a word, holding his sword and attacking again.

  This time, Kuangdao learned his lesson and did not confront him head-on. Yunshuijian gradually drew his sword to attack, trying to dodge as much as possible. Using this method to consume Yunshuijian's physical strength, how long could Yunshuijian hold on with severe injuries?

  The visible cloud and water are gradually slowing down the speed of wielding the sword, the sound of panting is getting louder and louder, the hands that grasp with the wind are also tightening, and sweat can be squeezed out.

  Finally, Crazy Blade found a flaw in Yun Shui Jian's sword technique and sent his big knife out to deflect Yun Shui Jian's long sword. With a "whooshing" sound, the knife stabbed into Yun Shui Jian's body. A knife tip protruded from his right back, and Crazy Blade kicked Yun Shui Jian's chest with one foot, sending him flying like the wind.

  Clouds and water gradually merged into a bloody mess, with fresh blood constantly flowing from his mouth. He smiled miserably, "Do you think you've won?"

  As he spoke, he slowly raised his left hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but as soon as he moved, it pulled on the wound and even more blood flowed out.

  "You think you're qualified? You're about to die and still talking big." The Mad Blade held up his large blade, laughing maniacally, not putting Cloud Water's words in his eyes.

  "Brother Yun." With a sigh, he struggled to his feet and slowly made his way over to where Yun Shui was.

  Yun Shui Jian leaned against an ancient tree, propping up his upper body. "Don't you want to know how Piao Xue died?" Yun Shui Jian's voice was still cold and calm.

  "Hmm—" Jian Dao was taken aback, just stopping his laughter.

  "Hum——" A grand and solemn sword hum, accompanied by dazzling colors that are beyond compare. It is unclear where the sound came from or what produced the dazzling colors.

  All of this was really too unbelievable, and Zuo Feng only saw Yun Shui's arm swing up, when all the colors and sounds had passed, Kuang Dao still maintained his previous smiling posture, but his chest had been pierced by some sharp object, leaving behind a miserable sword hole.

  As I turned my head with the wind, it was indeed true that the long sword in my hand had disappeared.

  "Is this... Flying Sword?" Feng Wu supported Yun Shui's gradual recovery, examining his injuries while asking.

  "No, this isn't the Flying Sword. It's the ultimate skill my master passed down to me, the Dragon's Power." Yun Shui's face turned deathly pale, without a hint of redness, and he spoke while gasping for air. Only when his hand brushed against something wet did he realize that blood was continuously flowing down from the tree trunk behind him.

  "No, don't look. Xiao Feng, I have a few words to say to you, listen." Yun Shui's chest was heaving up and down, it really had come to the final moment.

  Suppressing the sorrow in her heart and the tears at the corners of her eyes, she hastily nodded, waiting for him to speak.

  "That year, my master had only two apprentices. One was me, and the other was my fellow apprentice, Xie Yunhua. We grew up together, she's only three years younger than me. We practiced martial arts together, played together... now that I think about it, it's really nostalgic." Yun Shui's memories of the past began to resurface. As he spoke, his eyes wandered off for a while before refocusing again.

  "Ten years ago, when you were four and I was fifteen, and my sister was thirteen, our master ordered us to secretly bring the Return to Heaven skill to Yangzhou and give it to your father, so he could teach it to you and fulfill his promise with our master. Who would have thought that somehow, news of this leaked out along the way? Do you still remember that night at Luoyun Temple, when Crazy Knife and Floating Snow came to steal the divine skill? At that time, they were not much weaker than they are now, and my sister and I, who had just entered the martial world, were no match for them. Moreover, I had a weak point in my body, and my internal energy could not be consolidated. Later, my sister sacrificed herself to save me, blocking Crazy Knife's sword and dying tragically on the spot. And I, carrying our master's divine skill, did not dare to take any risks, and rushed back to Mount Tai after several days of travel."

  His heart was like a thunderclap, but he still had a junior sister? No wonder Luoyang Fanshan Tiger said that Huajun Shixiong had four apprentices in his life. Ten years ago? His junior sister died on Luyun Mountain? At that time, Luyun Guan was still there, could it be... Su Feng thought of the female ghost wearing white clothes with a pale face, was she Yunshui Jian's junior sister?

  Although his mind was completely in disarray, his face didn't change a bit, quietly waiting for Yunshui to continue speaking.

  "Later, when Master treated my injuries, he discovered my weakness. For the next few years, we traveled everywhere to seek medical treatment and didn't have time to deal with the Tian Gong matter. I thought of waiting until you were truly nine years old to send it over, but unfortunately, after that, I never returned to Luoyun Mountain again. Nor do I know what happened to Shimei's body. Xiao Feng, I have one last request: can you... go to Luoyun Mountain and find Shimei's remains, offer a stick of incense?"

  "Yun Gege, I'll grant your wish... I will definitely find her." Yun Shui Jian's voice grew softer and softer, and the wind had long since blown away his sobs.

  "Don't cry, a man bleeds... but not tears. You are the only successor of Master's legacy... I, as the eldest disciple, will protect you with my life, it is my duty. You don't have to worry." Yun Shui's expression gradually calmed down, without any hint of regret. "Crazy Blade... although he took a sword from me... but I'm not dead yet, go... kill him..."

  He exhausted his last breath, his chest convulsed, and his head fell into the arms of Rong Feng, the elegant and heroic young swordsman thus departed from the world.

  Wiping away tears with the wind, he slowly got up and walked towards Kuangdao with the Qingjun sword in hand.

  "Rest... kill... me... disciple!" A voice came from afar, it was the voice of Blood Hidden. However, although his voice could be heard, he was still ten miles away. As the wind lifted his head, he only saw one person, and didn't know where Liang Tou'er was.

  Closing his eyes to the cold wind, he took a few more steps forward, completely ignoring the bloodstains that were about to crack at the corners of his eyes.

  The pure fist in his hand swung down firmly.

  "Ah! ——" The first volume of "The Dragon's Riddle" has ended like this. Everyone, please look forward to the second volume!"