Chapter 112: The Gentleman's Sword

  "This man is a cruel and heartless villain!"

  The old man grasped his staff and assumed a fighting stance, immediately being recognized by the people, a shout of surprise rang out.

  "What? This old man is actually Iron Hooked Old Man!"

  "Tiě guài dú lǎo zěn me lái qiáo mù zhèn le, zhè niǎo bù lā shǐ de dì fang, tā yīng gāi shì wèi le wǔ kuáng huò qiān fān de bǎo zàng lái de ba."

  Translation: "How did Iron Hook Poisonous Old Man come to Qiaomu Town? This place is so poor that not even birds would shit here, he must be after Wu Kuang's treasure, Huo Qianfan's treasure."

  "It's said that Tie Huan is extremely ruthless, those three are doomed today. The two big men might be okay, but that little beauty died just like that, what a pity."

  "This remote place of Qiaomu Town has few masters, and I'm afraid no one can control Tie Cui's poison. It seems that this place is going to be in chaos."

  "Shh, speak softly, don't let Old Iron Rod hear you, otherwise we'll all be in big trouble."

  As soon as the identity of Tieguai Li was recognized, a sensation was caused in the wine tower, with everyone whispering to each other and discussing matters related to Tieguai Li, all with cautious expressions.

  Although everyone spoke in a low voice, Zhao Ji still heard it clearly. After three or five sentences, he knew that the old man had a bad reputation in Jianghu and had done many bad things.

  Someone like Tie Butou, in the Jianghu world, would undoubtedly be classified as an evil and heretical figure. As Zhao Ji knew it, at this time, there should generally be righteous people who come out to eliminate the evil and protect the Tao.

  His gaze swept over the warriors who were far away from the battlefield, whispering to each other and watching the battle with excitement, but he didn't see anyone intending to make a move.

  Among those present, except for Tie Qian and Du Lao, no one else is a top-notch expert. Even if someone has the heart to be chivalrous and righteous, they do not have this ability.

  As for Tie Cui's evil deeds, Zhao Ji had some dislike for them. If he wasn't a top-notch expert, Zhao Ji wouldn't mind taking action to eliminate the evil.

  However, Tie Gong's cultivation was too high, even surpassing Zhao Ji by a large margin. If they were to really fight, although Zhao Ji wouldn't necessarily lose, he also didn't have the confidence to win. It was possible that he would end up getting himself into trouble instead. Therefore, Zhao Ji similarly stood on the sidelines and watched.

  After taking the crutch, Tie Guai's combat strength increased greatly. With one iron crutch, he danced with a whooshing sound, its powerful force attached and born.

  As Tie Huan's strength increased, the situation in his middle age became more difficult. The long sword in his hand was used to guard the gate, and he was more defensive than offensive.

  A iron crutch, fell down at will, would produce a series of stick shadows, forming a curtain of stick shadows, trapping the middle-aged figure inside.

  At this time, the middle-aged man's situation can be said to be extremely dangerous, like a small boat in the vast ocean, under the raging storm, tossing and turning constantly, yet refusing to capsize.

  The middle-aged man's long sword in his hand kept trembling, the light on the sword flickered constantly, like a bright lamp in a pitch-black night, no matter how strong the wind was, it always kept the spark unextinguished.

  A duel between two people, a precarious situation for someone in their middle age; even someone with a little bit of martial arts foundation can see that, and the young man and woman naturally also saw it.

  "Sister Master, Master is in danger, let's go and help!"

  With a resolute expression, the young man said in a low voice to the girl.

  "It's good of you to offer help, but with our kung fu skills, I'm afraid we'll only get in the way."

  The girl said worriedly.

  "It won't work. Although our martial arts skills are mediocre, having one more person and a bit more strength shouldn't be underestimated. If we join forces to attack him from one side, it should have some effect. At the very least, it will alleviate some pressure on Master."

  Slowly drawing out the long sword hanging at his waist, the young man psyched himself up.

  "Jin Yong's Excellent and Unparalleled Work in a Parallel World Full Text."

  The girl agreed.

  Once they had made up their minds, the two of them no longer hesitated and simultaneously drew their long swords from their scabbards. Together, they struck out with a swift and fierce motion, aiming straight for Tie Qiao's deadly spearhead.

  The young man and woman went all out, and Zhao Ji confirmed his previous observations and guesses. The two people's martial arts foundation was not weak, and their cultivation should have all entered the ranks of third-rate warriors.

  Two long swords struck out together, stabbing towards Tie Huan's left arm, trying to force him to retreat and temporarily give up his attack on the middle-aged man.

  Not thinking, the attack on young boys and girls was not taken seriously by Tie Guai, the poisonous old man. The attack on middle-aged people did not change, his left hand casually grasped and grabbed out, grabbing the long sword of the two men.

  Iron palm poison old man used his hand to grab the long sword, the young men and women were overjoyed, and the speed at which they handed out the long swords became even faster. As a result, after a moment, the long sword came into contact with the palm of the hand.

  The moment the long sword and palm clashed, the young man and woman's faces showed a joyful expression, and many of the martial artists watching also revealed a pleased look.

  As for the notorious reputation of Tie Hua Du Lao, many warriors are afraid and intimidated, with a few parts of disgust. Let these people participate in the war to rescue the three middle-aged, young men and girls, they dare not, but seeing Tie Hua Du Lao's misfortune and injury, they still rejoice at his misfortune.

  However, the joyful expressions on everyone's faces had not yet fully unfolded when they suddenly froze. The iron club-wielding old man collided with the long sword using his palm, and not only did he appear to be unscathed, but he also grasped the blade of the long sword in his hand.

  "No way, Iron Hook Li is actually this formidable, using his palm to grab onto the sword blade."

  "Yes, I've heard that Iron Claw's Eagle Claw skill is extremely formidable and has reached the realm of perfection, but to be able to grab a long sword with bare hands, isn't that too overbearing?"

  "Tiě guǎi dú lǎo's reputation is so loud, not only because of his ruthless and powerful actions, but also because of his exceptional skill in using poison. He is also proficient in hidden weapons and various ghostly techniques, which has allowed him to roam free until now. Now, he hasn't even used his poisonous skills or hidden weapons yet, and the middle-aged man can't withstand it. It seems they won't be able to escape."

  The eagle claw grasped the long sword's blade, and Tie Huan's true strength was revealed without a trace, shocking all the warriors present. After exchanging a few words, almost everyone thought that the three middle-aged men would not escape death.

  "Excellent Eagle Claw Skill."

  Among the people present, only Zhao Ji seemed to have noticed that Tie Gong's grip on the long sword was quite special, not grasping the blade, but pinching the two sides of the sword's neck.

  The old man's strength was not small, holding onto the long sword, and even with the young man and woman using all their might, they found it difficult to retrieve.

  At this time, Tie Gong Du Lao's left hand slightly trembled and sent it forward again. The two long swords seemed to have become his weapons, with the hilts colliding against the chest of the young man and woman respectively.

  This collision was quite forceful, and the two of them stumbled backward, landing on their buttocks on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

  He wrote very slowly, in fact, from the young men and women who came out, they were beaten back and spat blood, things happened very quickly, like lightning.

  The middle-aged man wanted to reach out and protect the two of them, but it was too late. The two were injured, and the middle-aged man became furious. His long sword shook, and a burst of sword light erupted.

  "You're really pushing your luck, old man! Do you think I'm actually afraid of you?"

  A loud shout burst from his mouth, and the middle-aged man's sword move suddenly changed. From the original fast, stable, and accurate way of drawing his sword, it transformed into a magnificent and grandiose sword.

  "This is, Gentleman's Sword!"

  A deafening cry of surprise suddenly rang out.