C57

The stimulating sunlight shone on the sunset. For a moment, the sword shone brightly and overflowing with color. From the sword's body, a multicolored radiance was emitted, gradually fading away.

However, the green-clothed killer was not in the mood to admire those colorful lights. He lowered his head in disbelief as he looked at the sword tip exposed on his chest.

He raised his head again and looked at Uncle Sun. He had never thought that he would actually fall for such a person.

He had never thought that his life would be in danger from such an easy mission.

The green killer originally thought that among these people, only Yang Muyun would be a threat to them.

Therefore, their previous plan was specifically aimed at Yang Muyun, as his mission was to ambush Yang Muyun behind his back.

But who would have thought that Yang Muyun was so terrifying that the three men in black weren't a match for him. At that time, their plans also changed.

They thought that since they couldn't kill Yang Muyun, they would have to cut off one of his arms. Of course, the arm here was referring to Yang Qianqian.

After all, Yang Qianqian had helped Yang Muyun a lot in the previous battle. It could be said that it helped him find the key to breaking the enemy.

The green-clothed killer originally thought that this would be a task that would not waste the power of blowing dust, but who would have thought that accidents would happen one after another.

At first, it was Yang Muyun's flying sword that knocked away his short sword, then it was this weirdo that stopped him, and finally that sword flew over, and now it was taking his life.

The green-robed killer felt his consciousness become increasingly blurry. Finally, he became delirious and fell onto the ground, losing his breath. This time, he would never be able to get up again.

Uncle Sun didn't care about the green-robed assassin's corpse on the ground. He stared at the sword stuck in the green-robed assassin's body and said with a trembling voice, "Rosy …"

At this time, the multicolored light escaped from the green-clothed assassin's corpse and bounced onto Uncle Sun's hand.

Some people once said that every divine weapon under the heavens had the instinct to protect their master. They never thought that this was true.

However, Uncle Sun was not the master of the sword, so why would it listen to him?

The sword left the green killer's corpse, but there was no trace of blood on the blade. It really was a sharp weapon.

Uncle Sun looked at Fleeting Clouds, his hand stroking his sword. His gaze was as if he was looking at an old friend whom he had not seen for many years.

"Flowing Clouds …" "It's really you …" Uncle Sun was moved by her words and two streams of clear tears suddenly appeared on his face.

Her tears fell on her sword as she emitted a faint wail, as if she was comforting Uncle Sun.

At this time, Yang Muyun finally arrived at the side of the carriage, but at this time, everything was over.

Yang Muyun immediately found Yang Qianqian and Cui Dali, who were standing outside the carriage, and hugged them, "Sorry, sorry little girl, I couldn't protect you …"

Yang Muyun was so worried that she was about to cry. Yang Qianqian patted Yang Muyun's back, "It's alright, brother, don't you see that I'm still fine?"

Yang Qianqian got rid of Yang Muyun's embrace and spun a few rounds on the spot. Yang Muyun smiled.

"Don't worry, big brother won't let you be in danger anymore." Yang Muyun told Yang Qianqian.

"Alright, I believe you, brother." Yang Qianqian was full of smiles.

Only now, after making sure that Yang Qianqian was fine, did Yang Muyun have the leisure to notice Uncle Sun's situation. He shouted, "Fleeting Clouds!"

Liuxia hummed once again, before breaking free from Uncle Sun's grasp and returning to Yang Muyun's.

When he left, he even let out waves of sword hums, as if he was very reluctant to part with them.

Ah!" Uncle Sun saw the multicolored light fly away. He reached out with both hands to grab it, but he was a step too late.

Yang Muyun pointed at Uncle Sun with a calm expression, "Uncle Sun, I have always respected you because you are an elder."

"May I ask what is the matter?" Yang Muyun asked about the matter of Uncle Sun being able to summon his sword.

If Uncle Sun was their enemy, then an enemy that could take away their weapons at any time would be too terrifying.

For a person who was skilled in using weapons, when the weapon left their hands, their strength and advantage would be greatly reduced.

This was also why some martial practitioners chose to train their own flesh and blood.

However, this did not mean that training one's flesh was better than using weapons. It could only be said that they each had their own merits and differences, and there were no differences between good and bad.

Uncle Sun regained his calm at this moment. He saw the multicolored light fall into Yang Muyun's hands as he turned around. He no longer looked at the multicolored light, and instead stared at Yang Muyun.

"Like... It really is like that! " Uncle Sun looked worriedly at Yang Muyun.

"Uncle Sun, what do you mean?" Yang Muyun didn't act rashly, but asked with a questioning tone.

He also didn't have much enmity towards Uncle Sun. After all, he had known Li Hanyi for many years and didn't have any enmity with them.

But it's always right to be careful.

"Your surname is Yang?"

"Yang Muyun!"

Yang Muyun was confused, what was going on?

"His surname is Yang!" Uncle Sun seemed to be deep in thought. "Yes, I remember now. You're that child from eight years ago, right?"

"The little girl beside you is called Qian Qian, right?" Uncle Sun pointed at Yang Qianqian.

Yang Muyun was also surprised. He didn't remember telling Uncle Sun Yang Qianqian his name.

Moreover, he usually called Yang Qianqian 'lass'. So what if he called her 'Uncle Sun'?

"Haha." Uncle Sun seemed to be able to see the worry in Yang Muyun's heart, "Don't be afraid, I'm not your enemy."

Yang Muyun held onto the multicolored light and slowly loosened his grip. It was obvious that he believed Uncle Sun's words.

However, his many years of experience in the martial arts world made him have no choice but to be cautious.

"He really is a martial artist." Seeing Yang Muyun's cautious appearance, Uncle Sun couldn't help but smile, "Ah, I also remember those days when I was young …"

Recalling the past, Uncle Sun fell into a state of reminiscence. On his face, there was a look of never having lived a happy and blissful life before.

"Sigh …" Uncle Sun came back to his senses and sighed. "What a pity … …" Those days have already passed. "

At this time, Uncle Sun was a bit depressed.

What a strange person, Yang Muyun also secretly evaluated. He indeed saw that Uncle Sun didn't look like a bad person, and didn't see him do anything to threaten him. However, his behavior was strange, which made people feel uneasy.

So what, no matter what, he still saved Yang Qianqian.

Thinking about this, because of this kindness, Yang Muyun completely trusted Uncle Sun and sheathed his sword. He then cupped his hands in thanks to Uncle Sun.

As for the rest of the matter, he would listen to Uncle Sun's slow explanation.

"It really does look like it …" Uncle Sun's eyes were red as he stared at Yang Muyun.

Although Uncle Sun was looking at Yang Muyun right now, Yang Muyun felt that he wasn't looking at him, but through him, at someone else.