F * ck!
Seeing the sword stabbing towards the space between his legs, Wang Ye could not help but be infuriated.
The black-clothed man opposite him was really lacking in virtue.
He took advantage of the moment when he was holding back to attack.
Now that he saw that his pants were unfastened, he focused on attacking his lower body.
Such a technique was really shameless to the extreme!
As he thought of this, Wang Ye twisted his body and dodged the sword that was stabbing towards him.
At the same time, he finally fastened his pants.
Buzz!
Just as Wang Ye finished fastening his pants, the sound of something breaking through the wind was heard.
Looking for the source of the sound, he saw a cold light break through the air like a stream of light.
Wrapped in the force of thunder, it stabbed towards his chest.
"Damn it!"
Seeing the sword stabbing towards him, Wang Ye frowned and said, "Even a clay figurine has some rustic temperament …"
"If I don't show my power, do you really think I'm a sick cat?"
Hearing this, Wang Ye gently pinched with two fingers.
Ding!
With a crisp sound, Wang Ye easily caught the sword that was like a stream of light.
"What?"
Seeing the scene before him, the black-clothed man cried out in alarm.
He didn't expect that his sword would be so easily caught by Wang Ye.
Thinking of this, he exerted strength in his arm and wanted to withdraw the long sword.
At this moment, he realized that the long sword was tightly clamped by Wang Ye.
No matter how much strength he used, he couldn't move it at all.
"Since you've seen it, I'll make a move …"
After catching the long sword, Wang Ye said in a low voice, "Then leave your life behind!"
With that, Wang Ye moved his palm.
Ping!
With a crisp sound, the long sword instantly broke.
Seeing this scene, the man in black was shocked.
He didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary Wang Ye actually had such strength!
Run!
In an instant, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.
He immediately turned around and his body swayed, leaving behind afterimages.
He displayed an extremely exquisite Qing Gong movement technique.
However, before he could run out and say anything, he saw a figure swaying in front of him.
Wang Ye had already appeared before him!
Seeing this, the man in black turned pale with fright.
He completely did not think that Wang Ye's movement technique was actually even faster than his!
"Die!"
Wang Ye said in a deep voice as he approached the black-clothed man.
His hand was as fast as lightning, and his fingertip touched the black-robed man's forehead.
Immediately, a vigorous force surged into the black-clothed man's mind.
Two streams of blood and tears flowed from his eyes. His body went limp and he died on the spot.
"There is nothing to worry about in peace …"
Wang Ye sneered as he looked at the black-clothed man on the spot. "Why did you have to court death for no reason?"
At this point, he felt a slight chill between his fingers.
When he raised his hand to take a look, he was stunned on the spot.
It was because the broken sword between his fingers was completely blue, and it was emitting traces of cold air.
No matter how one looked at it, it looked like the first prize of the Immortal Sword Conference, Wen Shuang!
Seeing this, Wang Ye's heart skipped a beat.
He hurriedly placed the broken sword in his hand on the corpse's hand.
For a moment, Wang Ye saw everything clearly.
This sword was none other than the Wen Shuang Sword without a doubt.
！！！
Seeing this, Wang Ye was completely shocked.
How could the prize of the Immortal Sword Conference be in the hands of this black-clothed man?
Who exactly was he?
Thinking of this, Wang Ye moved his hand and tore off the black-clothed man's veil.
"Thief Shen Zhaixing?"
Looking at the black-clothed man's veil, Wang Ye could not help but close his eyes.
At the same time, he felt extremely helpless.
This so-called Shen Zhaixing was a godly thief, and he was known as the King of Thieves in the Jianghu.
This person relied on his extraordinary skills to steal all kinds of rare treasures, and his reputation was extremely resounding.
Who would have thought that he would steal the Wen Shuang Sword this time?
Not only that, but he was also carelessly killed by his own finger.
Thinking of this, Wang Ye looked around and could not help but let out a long sigh.
Fortunately, it was late at night and there was no one around.
Otherwise, things would really be troublesome!
In any case, no one saw him kill the person, so he should leave quickly.
Otherwise, first, the Wen Shuang Sword was stolen and broken.
Then, the King of Thieves died on the street.
If this matter got involved, it would be a big deal!
Thinking of this, Wang Ye threw away the broken sword in his hand.
After confirming that there were no traces left, he quickly left the scene.
… ….
In a guest room, Dongfang Bai was pacing back and forth.
He clenched his fists and frowned.
His face was full of worry.
The Immortal Sword Conference had now entered a critical juncture.
The winner was about to be decided.
At this critical juncture, the disciple who was guarding the sword reported that the Wen Shuang Sword had disappeared.
Not only that, but there was also a note left at the scene saying, "King of Thieves, Shen Zhaixing, borrowed the sword."
This shocked and angered him.
If he could not recover the Wen Shuang Sword this time, the winner of this Immortal Sword Conference would not be able to receive the prize.
This Immortal Sword Conference, which had been held in full swing for many days, would completely become a laughing stock.
"Shen Zhaixing …"
Thinking of this, Dongfang Bai clenched his hands, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"Tower Master!"
At this moment, a shout was heard.
Then, a disciple of the Ten-thousand Swords Tower ran in and said, "We found Shen Zhaixing!"
"Good!"
As soon as he said this, Dongfang Bai asked, "Where is he?!"
"I'm going to skin him alive!"
With that, his palm shook, and a long sword flew out of its sheath and into his hand.
"Tower Master …"
Hearing this, the disciple said, "Shen Zhaixing, he's dead …"
Dead!?
Hearing this, Dongfang Bai froze in place.
He had stolen the sword and then died suddenly?
Could it be that he had an accomplice, and the two of them could not divide the loot equally, causing them to kill each other?
Thinking of this, he said, "Where's the Wen Shuang Sword?"
Compared to Shen Zhaixing, the Wen Shuang Sword was obviously more important.
"The Wen Shuang Sword …"
At this moment, the disciple of the Ten-thousand Swords Tower lowered his head, seeming to be in a difficult position.
"Speak!"
Dongfang Bai's voice rose an octave.
If the Wen Shuang Sword really disappeared, then the Ten-thousand Swords Tower would really lose face!
Hearing Dongfang Bai's words, the disciple of the Ten-thousand Swords Tower quivered, "It's broken!"
Boom!
Hearing this, Dongfang Bai's body stiffened, as if he was struck by lightning.
At this moment, his face was full of shock and astonishment.
He never thought that the Wen Shuang Sword, which he had painstakingly forged to fight against the Red Star Sword of the Longjin Villa, would actually be broken!?
"How is this possible!?"
In shock, he grabbed the disciple's lapel and asked, "Are you sure that's the Wen Shuang Sword?"
"It's not a fake used to deceive people!?"
"Tower … Tower Master … It can't be wrong!"
The disciple's voice trembled even more, "It's blue all over, and cold air is circulating …"
"If you don't believe me, the broken sword is in the hall right now, placed together with Shen Zhaixing's corpse."
Dongfang Bai did not hesitate at all when he said this.
His body moved, and he quickly rushed toward the hall.
Now, he was full of anticipation.
He was hoping that this disciple was just ignorant and mistook the ordinary sword for the Wen Shuang Sword.