Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 8

[Chapter 8 Song Jiannan]

Pushing the door open, Ding Hao walked in slowly step by step.

at this time,

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Two black shadows, one left and one right, were sandwiched between the strong wind and appeared from the two sides behind the wooden door without warning, hitting the back of Ding Hao’s head fiercely.

Two ebony long sticks.

One end of the long stick was held in the hands of two grinning teenagers.

It was Zhao Xingcheng’s group last night.

The ebony long stick was as hard as pig iron, and it hit Ding Hao’s head with all his strength. This was completely killing Ding Hao!

In the blink of an eye, Ding Hao even saw that at the door of the hut on the opposite side, Zhao Xingcheng, who was so rested, was grinning sinisterly at him.

So, Ding Hao also laughed.

In the next instant, the smirk on Zhao Xingcheng’s face turned into doubt, surprise, sluggishness… and finally turned into shock.

Because he was stunned to see that the sneak attack that he had painstakingly arranged, not only did not work, but was easily cracked by Ding Hao in an incredible way. The fists, lightning-like punches from the left and the right, came first, and slammed into the faces of the two teenagers.

“what……”

“puff……”

Two shrill screams.

In the tragic appearance of the bright red blood splashing and the white teeth shooting out, the grinning smiles on the faces of the two sneak attack teenagers had no time to turn into panic, and their faces were instantly sunken and deformed.

Then, the bodies of the two of them, like rag dolls hit by a hammer, flew upside down and fell more than ten meters, smashing the fence.

Ding Hao coolly blew the blood on his fist and strode to the middle of the yard.

Several teenagers in the yard who were ambushed elsewhere were already frightened and dumbfounded, and stayed in place motionless.

The culprit Zhao Xingcheng, facing the murderous Ding Hao, seemed to have seen a terrifying ancient beast. He lost his courage in an instant, took a few steps back subconsciously and almost fell to the ground.

He was completely frightened at this time, turned around and ran, opened the door, and ran into the hut.

“Senior Brother Song, he’s here, Senior Brother Song…” Zhao Xingcheng screamed in horror.

Inside the thatched hut, the golden morning sun poured in along the door frame, but saw a square-faced youth in a blue robe, with his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged, with a quiet breath, a long stainless steel long with a scabbard and an extremely luxurious shape. The sword lay sideways on the boy’s knees.

“What are you panicking!” The square-faced boy slowly opened his eyes.

“Senior Brother Song Jiannan, he…he…Ding Hao is here, he…” Zhao Xing’s idiom was incoherent, and he was completely frightened by Ding Hao’s two punches.

At this time, Ding Hao had already arrived at the door of the thatched hut.

The golden sunlight shone from behind, making it difficult to see his face, and the shadow on his face gave people the illusion of anger, as if he was a god of death walking in the dark, filled with an indescribable aura.

“You are the arrogant and domineering little guy Zhao Xingcheng said?” Song Jiannan, a young man with a square face, stood up slowly, holding his long sword in his arms.

Under his feet, he stepped on the little red padded jacket that was supposed to hang on the wall of the thatched hut.

Ding Hao’s long-cherished cotton-padded jacket, the only souvenir left by his younger sister, was treated as a cushion by this uninvited blue-robed, square-faced boy, placed on the ground, sitting under his butt, and then again stepped on.

Ding Hao’s eyes immediately froze on the padded jacket.

“Boy, do you know who I am? I’m asking Song Jiannan, an outer disciple of the Sword Sect, Zhao Xingcheng is my friend, if you mess with him, you mess with me. However, I heard that your swordsmanship is not bad, although you are a little arrogant. , who also injured me, as long as you take refuge in me, I can ignore the previous grudge…”

Song Jiannan looked like a peacock aloof and arrogant, looked at Ding Hao from a top-down perspective, and said to himself.

“Fuck you!” Ding Hao said suddenly.

“What? What are you talking about?” Song Jiannan was stunned, but did not respond for a while.

“I said, you inexplicably superior idiot, go, you, mother, ah,” the last words almost burst out from Ding Hao’s teeth.

After speaking, Ding Hao punched out.

This is a punch that contains the most powerful punch after Ding Hao’s adventure in the cave.

Lightning fast.

Like thunder.

The air was directly bombarded, with a rumbling sound.

Song Jiannan only felt a flower in front of his eyes, and the strong wind crushed his body. He didn’t have time to make any other reaction.

Clang!

The long sword trembled and screamed.

Song Jiannan’s face flushed instantly, and he couldn’t resist it for even a second, and was blown away.

His body fell backwards and hit the wall of the thatched hut. With the sound of cracking wood and stone, dust filled the air, grass clippings flew around, and a large human-shaped hole was knocked out of the wall. Song Jiannan fell directly out of the house.

“Dah dah dah dah…”

Zhao Xingcheng, who was on the side, had already seen the ghosts of the dead, but he felt a cold air from the tail vertebra reaching the sky, and the upper and lower teeth were uncontrollably bumping and fighting.

Snapped!

Ding Hao didn’t even look at it, he slapped his backhand like a fly.

Zhao Xingcheng was like a rag doll. He was pulled upside down and flew out of the door. His face was instantly deformed, swollen like a ripe peach. All broken.

With a distressed expression on his face, Ding Hao squatted down slowly, picked up the little red padded jacket on the ground, and brushed away the dust and footprints on it.

“Little bastard, come out, get out of here, I’m going to kill you.”

From the courtyard, Song Jiannan’s roar and roar sounded like a wounded and crazy beast.

This arrogant disciple of the Swordsman Sect, who was like a peacock, was obviously frightened by Ding Hao’s punch just now.

He is a martial artist in the martial arts realm, with more than 400 jins of strength, and his reaction speed is far faster than ordinary people, but he was blasted with a punch without any suspense. Standing in the yard and drinking provocatively.

Ding Hao gently folded the red padded jacket and placed it on the bed.

Then turned around and walked out.

In the yard, Song Jiannan’s face had disappeared from the calmness and composure that he had before, and replaced it with a madness that had been completely deformed due to extreme anger and humiliation.

He had some grass clippings on his body, and his hair was a little messy, but he was not injured.

Of course, most importantly, he slowly drew his long sword.

The silver light that was as hard as a horse reflected from the body of the long sword, stinging people’s eyes.

This is obviously a hundred refined steel long sword of excellent quality.

A faint red light gushed out from Song Jiannan’s body, appearing and disappearing from time to time.