On that day, the Guo family, a great merchant who was on par with the Wu family, held a grand banquet.

As the person who is the most popular in Handan City recently, Wang Xiao naturally received an invitation.

More importantly, Zhao Mu proposed that the showdown between Yuanzong and Yan Ping be arranged at this banquet.

Therefore, when Wang Xiao set off, he left Xiang Shaolong, Teng Yi and others who wanted to go to play to guard the family, and he took Yuanzong and more than ten generals of the Wujia family to the Guo Mansion.

"Be careful, someone will come out to attack later."

Wang Xiao's words surprised the Wujia generals around him, "How did Mr. Sun learn about it?"

He pointed to the empty road in front of him, and Wang Xiao explained, "The Guo Mansion is in the most prosperous place in Handan City. This road is the only way to go to the Guo Mansion. Tonight, so many guests are going to go to the banquet, but now they are empty. This is not because someone is ambushing and preparing to attack, what else can it be."

Wang Xiao's voice was loud, obviously for those lurkers to listen to.

Sure enough, there was a little stir in the buildings on both sides of the road not far away.

Groups of people wearing kudzu cloaks and linens came out in a row holding swords.

Wang Xiao and the others couldn't see the expressions of these people, not because it was dark but because their faces were covered with cloth.

The Wujia generals around him drew their swords one after another, but Wang Xiao joked with Yuan Zong beside him.

"Would you like to make a bet? Although they are covering their faces, I still know who they are."

Yuanzong ignored him. Although these people were covered in faces, their clothes and image were obviously Zhao Mo.

If we want to compete with Yan Ping tonight, we will naturally know that the person who came here will not ask.

Zhao Mo and others there knew that their identities had been exposed, and now they had no other choice, so they could only roar and rushed forward quickly.

Zhao Mo has more than a hundred people, and they are all real masters of swordsmanship. They either fight and kill or practice swords all day long.

Perhaps he can only be considered a high-level cannon fodder on the battlefield, but in this environment, he is a top-notch player.

The samurai from the Wu family looked ugly, and the leader yelled, "Sister-in-law Sun, go!"

Going out of this street and going further ahead is the Guo Mansion. As long as Wang Xiao can escape there, Zhao Mo will definitely not dare to do anything in public.

During the breathing, he didn't hear any movement behind him. The head of the family turned around in surprise, but saw that Wang Xiao was like nothing, leisurely and said to Yuan Zong beside him, "You have been practicing Huashan Sword Technique for several months. Now it's time for you to see the ultimate mystery of Huashan Sword Technique."

Yuan Zong nodded seriously and stared at the sword in Wang Xiao's hand.

Wang Xiao stood up straight, raised his legs and stepped on the horse's back. Then he met the disciples Zhao Mo who were rushing over like a falcon.

Although these Zhao Mo's disciples were just carrying out Yan Ping's orders, the moment they raised their swords and rushed over, the hostile relationship between the two sides was already determined.

He never ruthlessly faces the enemy. This is Wang Xiao’s usual attitude towards the enemy.

No opponent's strength.

Wang Xiaoren was still in the air, and the sharp sword in his hand had already been thrown out, "Li Jian Style!"

The high-speed spinning sword released a large number of Zhao Mos.

Wang Xiao followed up with his toes and stepped on the tip of the sword. While he took advantage of the force to soar into the air, he also reached out to hold the hilt of the sword.

"Sword-bumping style!"

Wang Xiao, who fell from the sky, scattered sword flowers all over the sky.

More than a dozen disciples Zhao Mo who were shrouded in the sword light, even had time to scream, and they had become pieces.

When he was about to land, Wang Xiao slid the tip of his sword in his hand on the ground. His whole body was like a tornado, sweeping directly into Zhao Mo's crowd.

"Sword-swinging style!"

Wang Xiao, who had a blood gourd directly out of the crowd in the street, faced the disciple Zhao Mo who was fearless and thrust his sword at him, and the sword in his hand sprinkled out sword flowers again.

"Breaking Sword Style!"

The swords in the hands of several disciples Zhao Mo were torn into pieces, and they scattered in all directions together with their bodies.

"Sword Style!"

Wang Xiao's body did not fall to the ground, and he took advantage of the rebound force from the point of the sword to the ground and soared into the air again.

Like a dragon, sweeping across all the wildernesses!

All the people in Wujiabao, including Yuanzong, looked outward.

However, after more than a dozen breaths, Wang Xiao finished playing with the Dugu Nine Swords. The entire long street had turned into purgatory.

More than a hundred disciples of Zhao Mo covered the streets in a row.

What's the Huashan Sword Technique? This is the Xianshan Sword Technique!

Wang Xiao flipped his sword and returned to the sheath. Although there were no girls around him with little stars, he pretended to be like the wind and always accompanied me. He had to develop a habit of developing things like this.

Ignoring the corpses all over the ground and the bloody smell filled with his mouth and nose, Wang Xiao walked back to his horse with openness, and then turned over to the horse.

"How do you feel after reading it?"

Yuanzong no longer had the cold expression of the past, and his whole body seemed to be in the wind.

"What kind of sword technique is this?"

"Dugu Nine Swords."

Upon hearing this, Yuanzong shook his head directly, "This is the sword of an immortal."

"You said yes."

Wang Xiao rode his horse forward. "When you compete with Yan Ping later, you can just take his life without being polite."

Wang Xiao was too lazy to use him to level up an elite monster like Yan Ping, so he threw it to his accompanying brother to get a fuck.

There was such a fierce battle on the street, but Wang Xiao did look like he was fine and continued to attend the banquet.

In this era when people's lives are worse than dogs, this kind of thing is normal.

For subsequent matters, the city guards will naturally bring civilians to deal with them.

There is no such thing as holding the responsibility accountable. This is all because of the support of the big guys behind it. How could he be held accountable for this?

The Guo Mansion is not smaller than the Wujia Fort, and it is not as tight as a military fortress as Wujia Fort, but it has some exquisiteness and charm.

The mansion is extremely vast, with carriages gathering at the door.

The doors are brightly lit, and wind lights are hung on the high walls on both sides, as bright as daylight.

In this era, when you sing so many lights at night, it's not oily beeswax, it's all money.

Wang Xiao reported his name and someone immediately stepped forward to lead the way.

The horse was taken to the stable by the Guo servants, and Wang Xiao and others stepped into the mansion.

The architecture of this era is not as particular as later generations. After getting started, it is a very clean stone road.

The vast garden lights on both sides of the roadside are everywhere, and the left and right symmetrical pattern is adopted.

All the way to the back home garden, there is a huge pool, or a pond in the middle.

There are many pine and cypress trees planted around the pond, and sometimes there are deciduous trees and flowers in all seasons, forming a rich greening environment.

From time to time, strange stones moved from other places are seen in the forest, which adds to the quiet and elegant atmosphere in the garden.

On a piece of open space not far from the pond is where the banquet is held.

The Wu family generals around Wang Xiao were not qualified to have such a banquet, and the Guo servants led them to eat, drink and rest elsewhere.

He led Yuanzong up the long steps and entered the banquet hall.

There is no doubt that they met Yan Ping here.

Yan Ping was alone in white towels and clothes, wearing straw sandals on his feet, and had the pride and freedom of being alone. He looked like a capable guy.

He has not received a report of the ambush in the long street, but seeing Wang Xiao and Yuanzong appear here, he naturally knows that his ambush has failed.

Wang Xiao smiled and greeted, "Jizi Yan, how many disciples do you Zhao Mo have?"

Yan Ping's eyelids twitched, "Why did the lieutenant ask that?"

"It's nothing, either."

Wang Xiao shrugged indifferently, "It was just that when I came here, I encountered an ambush from Zhao Mo's disciples, and I killed more than a hundred. I don't know that there are a few left of Zhao Mo who can breathe. You can't be the only one left."

Looking at Wang Xiao's proud look and Yan Ping, who looked like a master, was really breaking his defense.

Although Zhao Mo is not only the one hundred people, these people are all really useful to his subordinates.

Now they are all killed by Wang Xiao?!

"This is impossible!"

Yan Ping's roar and shrill howling instantly attracted the attention of many guests.

Many people pointed at Yan Ping, and it was obvious that those well-informed people had already received news about the Battle of the Long Street.

The first person to come was Zhao Mu, and his face was slightly cold. "Yan Ping Juzi, your Zhao Mo's people ambush Wang Duwei halfway, what does this mean?"

Zhao Mu is a very real person. When you are useful, you will naturally win over them. But once you are useless, you will immediately turn against each other.

He was originally half of Yan Ping's behind-the-scenes financial support, but at this time, the people under Yan Ping's men could use were almost dead, and it was probably not a good end tonight's sword competition.
To be continued...