Undead King of Fighters

Chapter 187 Sword!

"My lord, it's really not my fault for what happened last night. When you were dreaming, the Tai Chi totem started to operate automatically, and E Lai and I were unable to move." Xu Chu said in a trembling voice.

"Well, lord, I was more nervous than... you at that time. I thought... I was going to... die." Dian Wei recalled the scene with some fear.

The Tai Chi totem in Zhan Wushuang's body last night began to spin wildly the moment Zhan Wushuang fell asleep. The whole room was filled with terrifying Yin and Yang Qi, and just when Dian Wei and Xu Chu were about to be absorbed, the egg suddenly appeared, releasing a colorful light, and the Tai Chi totem stabilized.

Zhan Wushuang was sitting in the carriage, and Xu Chu's spirit was still explaining through voice transmission.

"I don't blame you, no need to explain." Zhan Wushuang was just a little embarrassed. He looked up at Zhao Feier who was sitting opposite him.

It turned out that when he was dreaming about his comrades, Zhao Feier heard the noise and came in. Zhan Wushuang stood up as if sleepwalking and hugged Zhao Feier tightly.

"Um... Miss Zhao. Fei'er and I..." Zhan Wushuang hesitated for a long time before speaking.

"It's okay, I don't mind what you mind!" Zhao Fei'er had been wearing a veil, so Zhan Wushuang couldn't see her expression. At this time, Zhao Fei'er's face was red and she bit her lower lip lightly.

Zhan Wushuang was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond, and the carriage fell into a brief silence.

After a while, Zhao Feier broke the silence and asked softly, "Zhan Wushuang, you kept shouting in your dream that you wanted to go back, where are you going back to?"

Zhan Wushuang's eyes dimmed slightly, and he said slowly: "A place that is very important to me, a place I really want to go back to."

Zhao Feier looked at him, with a hint of curiosity and a hint of subtle disappointment in her eyes, "It must have a very special meaning for you."

"Well, there is my past, and there are people and things that I can't let go of." Zhan Wushuang's thoughts gradually drifted away.

At this moment, the carriage suddenly jolted violently, interrupting their conversation.

"What's going on?" Zhan Wushuang asked with a frown.

The voice of the guardian Li Qing came from outside the car, "Miss, there seems to be something going on up ahead, should we go take a look?"

Zhan Wushuang and Zhao Feier looked at each other and said, "Let's go and take a look."

They got off the carriage and saw a group of people gathered not far ahead, seemingly arguing about something. When they got closer, they saw that it was a few boxers arguing with an old man.

"Old man, we like your weapon. Name your price," a boxer said arrogantly.

"I won't sell this sword. It's an heirloom from my ancestors." The old man held the sword tightly with a stubborn look on his face.

"Hmph, if you don't accept my toast, then you'll have to pay me back. Today we'll have this sword!" As he said this, the man was about to grab it.

"Stop!" Hong Ling shouted and walked forward.

The boxers turned around and saw Hong Ling and the others. They smiled disdainfully, "Who are you? Mind your own business!"

"Who am I? You don't deserve to know. You can't bully an old man!" Hong Ling said coldly. The most powerful of these guys was only a fifth-level boxer. Hong Ling didn't take it seriously at all, and Li Qing and the others didn't come over.

"Haha, kid, do you think you can stop us? You are overestimating yourself!" Several boxers said and pounced towards Hong Ling.

Hong Ling snorted coldly, and his figure flashed, without even using the boxer's mark. He attacked instantly, and after one round, the boxers were knocked to the ground.

"Get out!" Hong Ling shouted loudly.

Those low-level boxers ran away, and the old man looked at Hong Ling gratefully, "Thank you for your help, young master."

"You don't have to be polite, old man. I'm just seeing injustice." Hong Ling said with a smile.

Zhan Wushuang stepped forward at this time, and he stared closely at the sword in the old man's hand. In this alien continent, everyone practiced fist seals and there were not many weapons. The appearance of this sword Zhan Wushuang seemed particularly abrupt, and Zhan Wushuang felt a strange feeling from this sword.

"Old man, can I see the sword in your hand?" Zhan Wushuang walked up to the old man.

After hearing what Zhan Wushuang said, the old man subconsciously gripped his sword tighter.

"Old man, I don't mean anything else, I just want to take a look! Because a long time ago in my hometown, many warriors used swords." Zhan Wushuang saw that the old man was a little nervous and lowered his voice.

The old man hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly loosened his hand and handed the sword to Zhan Wushuang.

Zhan Wushuang carefully took the sword, and the moment he held it, a strange sense of familiarity came over him. He gently stroked the scabbard, examining it carefully, the ancient patterns on the scabbard seemed to be telling a distant story.

Zhao Feier came over curiously, "Is there anything special about this weapon?"

Zhan Wushuang shook his head, "I can't explain it, but it just feels very different."

"My lord, this sword is not simple. I have been in the Divine Realm in troubled times for so many years, but I have never seen such ancient patterns." Xu Chu said through telepathy.

"Old man, this sword?" As soon as Zhan Wushuang finished speaking, the old man excitedly stepped forward and took the sword back.

"This sword is a family heirloom in my family. I can't give it to you!" The old man held the sword tightly and looked at Zhan Wushuang with vigilance.

Zhan Wushuang waved his hands quickly, "Old man, don't misunderstand me, I don't want to steal your sword, I just feel that this sword seems to have some connection with me."

The old man frowned, obviously not believing his words. Seeing this, Zhao Feier stepped forward and said softly, "Old man, don't be nervous, we really have no ill intentions."

Zhan Wushuang also looked at the old man sincerely, "Old man, I can exchange this sword with you for other things, or if you have any request, I will try my best to satisfy you."

The old man was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "This sword means a lot to me. I will neither sell it nor exchange it."

Zhan Wushuang was a little disappointed, but he also understood the old man's feelings, "Okay, old man, I'm sorry to bother you." Although he was reluctant, Zhan Wushuang would not do anything like stealing other people's things.

Zhan Wushuang shook his head in disappointment and turned to leave. At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the sky. Everyone looked up and saw a huge monster slowly flying over.

Li Qing and his four companions flashed from the carriage, came in front of Zhao Feier and his companions, and looked up at the sky vigilantly.

Zhan Wushuang looked up at the flying monster.

The monster was covered in black scales, its wings were dozens of feet long, and its scarlet eyes glowed fiercely. It circled over everyone's heads for a few times before swooping down.

"Be careful!" Hong Ling shouted and pulled the old man behind him.

Zhan Wushuang's eyes focused, and the Tai Chi totem in his body started to work instantly. A powerful force surged in his body. He flashed and rushed towards the monster.

The monster opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a stream of black flames. Zhan Wushuang dodged it and punched the monster's abdomen. The monster felt pain and roared, then flapped its wings and blew Zhan Wushuang away.

"Lord! Lord!" Dian Wei and Xu Chu shouted anxiously.

Zhao Feier's face was full of worry, "Zhan Wushuang!"