Chapter 3 Destined Enemy

The entire Dajue Temple fell silent for an instant.

Outside Dajue Temple, a dense crowd of Xichang fans appeared at some point, all holding swords and looking fiercely.

No one in the temple dared to act rashly.

In the main hall, Zhao Huaian looked solemn, looked at the silver-white robed figure at the head, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you from Xichang?"

Yuhuatian said calmly: "Yuhuatian."

His eyes were also focused on Zhao Huaian.

I saw Zhao Huaian wearing a black night clothes and holding a four-foot long sword. Although he was over forty, there was still a sharp murderous look between his eyebrows. On his face, he could indeed see a hint of the experienced chivalry.

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Judging by his aura, Zhao Huaian is also in the master realm.

Is this the fateful enemy of the original owner?

Truly extraordinary!

Yuhuatian's eyes narrowed slightly.

Next to them, Li Zhong and others also recognized Yu Huatian's identity.

Seeing the dense crowd of Xichang fans outside, they didn't know that Yuhuatian was obviously well prepared, and their expressions turned ugly for a moment.

Zhao Huaian came first, and Yuhuatian came soon after. How could such a coincidence happen?

Obviously they were plotted by Yuhuatian!

Li Zhong said with a gloomy face: "Yuhuatian, this is my east factory's business, what does it have to do with your west factory?"

Yu Huatian glanced at him and said calmly: "A few swordsmen from the Jianghu have made you a fool. When you returned to the capital, you didn't even dare to enter the front door of your own house. You hid here and became a coward."

"Now that people are coming to kill me, you still dare to say that it has nothing to do with me?"

Li Zhong said coldly: "Why are you here to kill them? It's just a few rebels who came here. I will execute them!"

"Oh? Really?"

Yuhuatian sneered and glanced at Zhao Huaian next to him, and said: "He is here. You can execute one of them for me to see."

Li Zhong was sullen and speechless.

Even Wan Yulou died in Zhao Huaian's hands. He was not as good as Wan Yulou. How could he be Zhao Huaian's opponent?

"waste!"

Yuhuatian glanced at him coldly, looked away, then looked at Zhao Huaian in front of the Buddha statue, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "The murderers have come to the capital, I have to say, you are very brave!"

Zhao Huaian's face was solemn. He glanced at Ling Guozhou and Lei Chongzheng who were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead. Then he looked at Yuhuatian and said in a deep voice: "You deliberately spread the news and led us to Dajue Temple, right?"

"You're not too stupid." Yuhuatian did not deny it.

Zhao Huaian's eyes were awe-inspiring, he clenched the long sword in his hand, took a deep breath, and said: "There are rumors in the world that the director of the West Factory, Yu Huatian, is unparalleled, with meticulous thoughts and iron-blooded methods, far surpassing the Wanyu Tower of the East Factory. What I saw today,

It truly lives up to its reputation!”

As he said that, he glanced at the dense crowd of Xichang fans outside, and then a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said: "I know that I will definitely die today, but before I die, I will support you!"

boom!

After the words fell, Zhao Huaian's figure was like an eagle soaring into the sky, his sword was shining brightly, and his four-foot long sword rose through the air and stabbed towards Yuhuatian.

"presumptuous!"

With a cold shout, a man with ice-white ghost eyes and a face covered by a copper beast stepped forward, pulled out the two swords from behind, and faced him.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of moves. The moves were sharp and terrifying, and the sword energy was so terrifying that everyone at the door couldn't help but retreat back for a long distance.

bite--

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound!

The man with the grimace was knocked back by Zhao Huaian, and he stomped back a few steps, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

Zhao Huaian looked solemn and stared at the ghost-faced man: "Who are you?"

The ghost-faced man made a show of swords with his two swords, and said coldly: "I am the stall owner of the West Factory, Ma Jinliang!"

Zhao Huaian felt heavy in his heart.

It’s no wonder that the West Factory can suppress the East Factory. This person’s strength is not even inferior to that of Wanyu Tower. How strong will the governor of the West Factory, Yu Huatian, who has not taken action yet, be?

Thinking of this, Zhao Huaian looked again at the silver-white robed figure watching the battle at the door.

But Ma Jinliang's eyes were cold and he didn't reply. He clenched the two swords in his hands and wanted to continue to attack.

At this time, Yu Huatian spoke: "Back off, Jinliang. You are no match for him."

Ma Jinliang frowned slightly, feeling a little angry, but he did not dare to disobey orders. He cupped his hands and said, "Yes, Lord Governor."

After saying that, he put away his swords and stepped back.

Yuhuatian stretched out his right hand, and Tan Luzi next to him immediately respectfully held up a silver-white sword with both hands.

Yu Huatian took the long sword, walked forward slowly, and faced Zhao Huaian, and a cold energy began to rise from his body.

Yuhuatian's eyes flashed coldly, and he said: "It's hard to find an opponent. Today, I will use you to test my swordsmanship."

As soon as the words fell, Yu Huatian's figure flashed and disappeared instantly.

"What a fast movement!"

Zhao Huaian's pupils shrank, and he did not dare to be careless. He followed the sound to identify his position, quickly raised his long sword, and struck directly in the face.

bite--

There was a crisp sound, and the tips of the two long swords struck each other.

The cold sunflower energy poured into Zhao Huaian's body along the long sword. Zhao Huaian groaned and immediately took a few steps back.

Before he could recover, Yuhuatian's attack came again.

Between life and death, Zhao Huaian mustered up all his energy and concentrated on responding to the enemy.

Both men drew their swords very quickly, and the people at the door could not see their figures clearly, and could only hear the clanging sound of swords.

Zhao Huaian's face was calm, and he became more and more frightened as he fought.

Although his internal strength is only at the early stage of being a master, his swordsmanship, after decades of hard work, has already far surpassed that of ordinary opponents.

But at this time, he only felt that Yu Huatian's swordsmanship was far more exquisite than his, and his Qi was extremely strong. It also contained a cold force, which was endless and endless, as if there was no end at all.

, so that he didn't dare to confront anyone head-on, and could only focus on defense for the moment.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them fought for dozens of rounds.

As for Yuhuatian, he had already felt the gap between Zhao Huaian and himself during the first confrontation, but in order to hone his sword skills, he kept suppressing himself.

At this time, he had already felt that the swordsmanship of this Sunflower Book was indeed far more sophisticated than the swordsmanship he had practiced before.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, Zhao Huaian was no longer his opponent.

See the leopard in the tube, and make a judgment!

Is this the fateful enemy?

Yuhuatian shook his head in disappointment.

Immediately, a sword thrust out, and the pure sunflower energy turned into transparent sword energy and left the body.

Zhao Huaian's pupils narrowed and he quickly used his inner strength to protect himself.

But the next moment, he felt as if his chest had been hit by a boulder, damaging the inside. Immediately, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he flew backwards.

Just one blow broke his body-protecting Qi.

laugh--

Before he could recover, a bright sword light had already arrived in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a chill on his neck, and his whole body froze on the spot.

A scarlet blood line slowly bloomed from his neck...

The long sword in Zhao Huaian's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he stared blankly at the handsome figure in front of him.

When he was dying, there was a trace of regret and nostalgia in his eyes, but in the end, it turned into relief.

Immediately, Zhao Huaian slowly closed his eyes and fell to the ground!

[Luck from Zhao Huaian +8088.]

I ignored the system prompts that sounded in my mind.

Yuhuatian looked at Zhao Huaian's body on the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief and was also speechless.

Destined enemy?
To be continued...