Vol 2 Chapter 64: War

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes shot cold light, and at that moment, his sword was out of its sheath.

Huo Tianqing didn't move, he just looked at Lu Yang quietly, Lu Yang didn't move, he never moved.

Ma Xingkong said, "The big boss and Mr. Huo kindly invited you to come for a drink, thinking that you are here for trouble."

He seems to have completely forgotten that he suffered a loss in Lu Yang's hands just now.

But now he aimed at Huamanlou, and while shouting, he stretched his hand to his waist and revealed a purple gold rolling dragon stick with fish scales, stretched straight against the wind, and pierced straight into Huamanlou's throat.

He thinks that blind people are always easier to bully.

It's just that on his dragon-rolling rod, there is really something different. After the rod pierced out, a thin and sharp wild sword came out from the dragon's mouth.

This is killing! It's hard to guard against.

Huamanlou sat quietly, waiting, just when the sword was about to pierce his eyes, Huamanlou stretched out **** and clamped it, and the dragon tongue dagger of 100-smelted steel was broken into three pieces.

Ma Xingkong's face changed, he shook his hand, and the dragon stick swung back and hit a pair of dragon's horns, which rushed to the back of his left ear.

Huamanlou sighed, and the sleeves of his robe were already swung out like clouds, curling up the dragon stick gently.

Ma Xingkong’s man fell on the table, crushed a large piece of bowls and dishes, Huamanlou and then gently sent to the front, his man suddenly flew up, flew out of the window, "puff", fell on In the lotus pond.

At that time, Hua Man Lou sighed: "It's not a long time to remember. I just suffered a loss and I forgot."

Su Shaoying couldn't help but said in astonishment: "Good work!"

Huamanlou said indifferently: "It's not that my kung fu is good, but he is a little worse. Yunli Shenlong's martial arts in the past seems to be at most only 50% left. Has it been severely injured?"

Su Shaoying said: "Good eyesight! He did get the hand of Director Huo three years ago."

Huamanlou sighed: "This is no wonder."

After listening to Su Shaoying's words, Huamanlou and Lu Xiaofeng finally understood. Why is Ma Xingkong such a flattering person.

Lu Xiaofeng laughed: "Then how did you become such a slave again?"

Su Shaoying's expression changed: "Lu Xiaofeng said that martial arts is unparalleled in the world, so let me learn."

When the word "please" was exited, he suddenly pierced the chopsticks in his hand diagonally.

This gentleman and elegant literati used chopsticks as a sword at this time, and in a flash, he stabbed seven swords into Huamanlou.

Lu Yang didn't move, but watched Huo Tianqing quietly. Huo Tianqing didn't move, and he never moved.

I saw a few white shadows flashing by, and there were already five on the ground that would never be able to move. The Yan Ling knife was inserted diagonally on the window lattice, the three-section stick had flown out of the window, and the Lianzi gun had been broken into four. The sword was also broken into several pieces.

The five people were already lying on the ground, and each of them had a small hole in their throat with blood flowing out.

When the sword was pulled out, the tip of the sword was still carrying blood.

Ximen Chuuxue blew his sword, and his expression was incomparably silent. He took the sword into its sheath and stood aside, watching what was going on in the field.

auzw.com Ximen Chuuxue blew gently, and a series of blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

Although Ximen Chuuxue's face was still expressionless, his indifferent eyes were already shining.

He looked at Yan Tieshan coldly, and his voice was still unfeeling: "You should have done it yourself, why must you send someone to death?"

Yan Tieshan sneered and said ruthlessly: "Because I have already bought their lives." He doesn't care about their lives.

With a wave of his hand, six or seven people appeared inside and outside the water pavilion, his own eyes flashed, and he seemed to be looking for a way out.

Now he has no Shanxi accent at all, and he no longer swears, but his voice is sharper and thinner, and every word he says is like a sharp needle, piercing someone's eardrum.

Lu Yang smiled suddenly, and said, "It turns out that the big boss is also a very skilled person."

Huo Tianqing said indifferently: "His martial arts can be compared to no one here. As long as he takes action, there may be no living people here."

Lu Yang said: "It's a pity that no matter how high his martial arts is, it is useless."

Huo Tianqing said: "Why?"

Lu Yang said, "Because he has a fatal weakness."

Huo Tianqing said: "What weakness?"

Lu Yang said: "He is afraid of death!

Su Shaoying had already attacked the second type of seven consecutive swords. The swordsmanship was light and light, varied, and Kit Kat, the sword was within half an inch of Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng was still sitting there, holding a chopstick in his hand, as long as he swiped the chopsticks lightly, Su Shaoying's offensive was immediately resolved.

Su Shaoying attacked with seven swords for the second time. Suddenly stopping, he suddenly discovered that the sword technique Lu Xiaofeng used against him seemed to be better than he himself.

He stabbed with a sword, and the other party seemed to have known his next move. He couldn't help but asked: "Is the famous Lu Chifeng also a descendant of Emei? He can also use Emei swordsmanship?"

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and said with a smile: "For you, there are various schools of swordsmanship, with different styles, but to me, all swordsmanship in the world is the same. Just understand the truth."

This is the most mysterious truth in martial arts, Su Shaoying seems to understand but not understand. I want to ask, but I don't even know how to ask.

Lu Xiaofeng asked him, "Are you one of the Seven Swords of Emei?"

Su Shaoying hesitated, and finally said, "It's Su Erxia below."

Suddenly, Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "Since you are also a swordsman, why not come to me?"

Su Shaoying's face suddenly paled, with a "ge", even the chopsticks in his hand were broken by himself.

Ximen Chuuxue sneered and said: "The rumor that Emei's swordsmanship is unique in Shuzhong. It seems that it is nothing more than a fame."

Su Shaoying gritted his teeth and turned around and saw the last drop of blood falling from the tip of Ximen Chuuxue's sword.

Su Shaoying stared at Ximen Chuuxue blankly. He finally saw Ximen Chuuxue and saw his swordsmanship.

But he knew that in his entire life, he would never reach the realm of Ximen Chuuxue. ..

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