Central Plains Swordsman

Chapter 8 The Swordsman of the White Cloak

All at once came to the all-white shadow, a warrior of sixty years, hair, beard, mustache and eyebrows all all white. His feet were invisible as it was covered in his recovered robe. The robe dangled all the way to the ground fluttering in the wind.

Exactly the god who descended and floated to the earth.he was like flying, light as cotton, what a light body science that is difficult to compare. Still in a floating state, the swordsman meljor two hands in a rotating motion. Bended elbow. Fingers like scooping, then the palms of his hands are faced towards the two middle plains warriors. "Don't use energy, empty your body !" The white robe swordsman's voice was melodious and familiar to Sima Yi and Lu Xun's ears.

At the moment when Takadagawe straightened his two hands, smashing fiercely into the chests of the two middle plains warriors, at the same time the wind of the blow of the white robe struck Lu Xun and Sima Yi.

These two middle plains warriors unsuspectingly followed the whisper of the white robe. Both emptied their bodies and did not use the power of the swordsman's punch lifting two middle-plain warriors like flying several fathoms from the target of Takadagawe's punch. Takadagawe's punch hit the empty land. Dust flew There was some kind of burning earth.

Takadagawe was furious to see his punch hit an empty spot. "Who would dare to die interfering in my affairs ?"

The white robes laughed. "Because of the prestige and honor of the central plains, I was forced to interfere. The opposite science should not clap the chest in the central square. Foreigners cannot be sullen in this country."

The two warriors then engaged in a fierce fight The white robe was fighting like a powerless person His movements were strange. All of his limbs were moving yet strangely his legs were not moving. Indeed his feet were covered in robes, but it could be seen that his feet did not tread the earth he floated, the tip of his robe did not touch the ground.

Knowing a high-scientific opponent, Takadagawe hit with a deadly style. All blows were aimed at the point of death. The white robe dodged and attacked back.

Fifty moves passed. Takadagawe began to push, he decided to attack with the most deadly style Teri sanson Mein Jevati Mein Sirf teri kusbu hai (In Life and Breath There Is Only Your Smell), takadagawe's soul fighting style has not found a match that makes him too arrogant. But the greatness of the white robe has disturbed his pride, that is because he launched a soul fighting style.

The white-robed swordsman smiled, like playfully, he patted his two hands. The energy clash sounded. "Dess.". The clap had sent Takadagawe's punch off falling in the empty space. The recovered robe extended one hand forward as if it was about to grasp. Takadagawe pressed, receding two steps while throwing a punch of Banjao lattice into the grid ko aapna banalo (Be Belonging to Someone and Have Someone).

But the white robe did not stop. The left hand is like scratching the back of the head. The right hand is bent and turned towards the earth. Hips jerk to the left and right. His left hand pushed off Takadagawe's two-handed punch. His right hand stretched out and hacked forward scratching Takadagawe's chest.

Takadagawe gasped.he bounced back two steps.

His face was pale.he was helpless as the white robe moved forward. Takadagawe mounted the horses, standing with a pale face but eyes shining full of fury. He growled and gathered all his energy, his two hands making great and small circles. He repeats the mainstay style of Banjao lattice to the grid ko aapna banalo (Be Belonging to Someone and Have Someone) in an equally dead attitude.

Suddenly the swordsman in white robe was like crying, his left arm was swept into his eyes, his right hand made a small circle towards the front, his left hand extended forward.

Along with his right hand was jolted with a fierce pull to his chest. The horses of Takadagawe were pounding and their bodies were shaking, swaying and being pushed and pulled by the power of the white robe. A moment later the white robe said softly. "Ah there is no point in killing you, return to your land, never return to the central plains!" His two hands were like expelling a chicken, but the wind of his punch sent Takadagawe bouncing backwards.

The Himalayan warrior vomited blood. His eyes bulged, he really could not believe that he could lose and get hurt until he vomited blood. He said softly in fluent middle ground language, "Thank you, you have forgiven my soul. I'm going back to the Himalayas, not coming back to the central plains."

The white-robed swordsman without turning his head continued his movements, drifting away just like that. His movements were light as flying. Amazingly, the whole movement from beginning to end, all in one harmonious and smooth continuous motion. There was no compulsion in his movements. As it flew, it headed to the part where Emperor Cao Cao was under siege.

It was as easy as finding no resistance. He entered the encirclement, holding the Emperor's arm, broke out by chanting the Verse of the Celestial Conqueror, a verse that later became popular and was discussed by people in the short world.

"I come from behind the black fog I wade through the ocean of blood I am the Traveler Stretched to the West, Meluruk to the East, Kan kuremas sun in the palm of my hand Science of all sciences...!"

Crawl North, Merantau to South,

I broke the moon's face

The Verse of the Sky Conqueror,

No opponent, no match, no match,

Science of all sciences...!"

Lu Xun and Sima Yi were fascinated by the lunge of the white-robed swordsman.

Who her? At the same time, Lu Xun's ears heard the wind's misfortune. He ducked. The wand passed over his head, he saw Mi Fang and a few other warriors slumping towards him. Sima Yi did not stay still, he moved quickly like a demon. That's the highest-level Lightning Trail. Not only moving he also slapped to the left right. There was the sound of screaming in pain, the three opposing warriors holding their heads then collapsed, dead, without a sound. But one dead, come five, die two appeared twenty. It seems like the army of Shu Kingdom never runs out.

On the part of the Kingdom of Wei, only a few twists still survive. Jiu Shan and Zsu Mei were already drenched in blood, both of them still fighting back and killing several opponents. Ma Chao laughed sadistically like a horse's neigh, making a couple more desperate. Sima Yi floated up to help. But Zsu Mei yelled loudly at him, "Sima Yi went quickly to save my son. Go quickly, remember your promise"

At that moment also a stick stuck in Zsu Mei's chest. Sima Yi's eyes widened. The woman screamed again. "Go, Sister Sima Yi, go, there's no point in surviving, we've lost."

Sima Yi darted away, his anger overflowing. He was like flying, beating any opponent who confronted him. He passed through many corpses of enemies, but he also watched his friends die one by one Cao Tao, Lu Xun, Lin Wa, Jiu Shan and the women he loved. He escapes to the palace, fulfilling his promise and pledge to save the beloved son Zsu Mei. Sima Yi ran over crying.

My kid. Go quickly, remember your promise

At that moment also a stick stuck in Zsu Mei's chest. Sima Yi's eyes widened. The woman screamed again. "Go, Sister Sima Yi, go, there's no point in surviving, we've lost."

Sima Yi darted away, his anger overflowing. He was like flying, beating any opponent who confronted him. He passed through many corpses of enemies, but he also watched his friends die one by one Cao Tao, Lu Xun, Lin Wa, Jiu Shan and the women he loved. He escapes to the palace, fulfilling his promise and pledge to save the beloved son Zsu Mei. Sima Yi ran over crying.

The cry of a tough warrior.