The shadow of the sword was cold, dragging out a smooth arc.
Murong Xing closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes were confused.
There was an inch-long wound on his face, and blood quickly oozed out, leaving several blood stains and staining half of his face red.
Murong Xing raised his eyes to look at the woman in front of him, his confused eyes gradually clearing up, and he asked with his eyes.
Huai Caoshi's face was expressionless, silently chasing the slowly falling blood flow with his eyes.
She lowered her jaw slightly and said softly: "This sword is for Fanrou."
Murong Xing narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman in Xu Zuo's arms. His eyes began to move around everyone, and finally fell on Huai Cao Shi's face. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and asked in a low tone: "How many more swords are there? When? Is it just for yourself?"
Huai Caoshi shook his head, "The grudge between you and me has been wiped out. You don't need to pay anything."
The edge of the iron sword was shaking slightly, and Huai Cao Shi tightened his grip on the sword, "This is the grudge between Wanhua Valley and you."
"Senior sister." Huaifenghua stepped forward and interrupted Huaicao's poem.
She quietly held Huai Cao Shi's sword-holding wrist and said softly: "Since we are settling the grudge between Wanhua Valley and him, let me do it."
Huai Cao Shi and Huai Feng Hua looked at each other, their eyes moved, full of apology, they shook their heads and said: "Junior sister, let me do it. The grudge between Wan Hua Valley and him was caused by me."
"A woman's kindness will only harm herself and drag down others." It was clear that she would soon become a soul killed by the sword, but Murong Xing watched this scene like an outsider.
The more sloppy Huai Cao's poem was, the more complicated the emotions in his eyes became.
He could no longer hide the guilt deep in his eyes, so he simply closed his eyes and said, "If you delay any longer, do you want to wait for my reinforcements to arrive?"
Everyone was stunned. Huaifenghua frowned. Huaicaoshi broke away from Huaifenghua's fingers and whispered: "Letting go means truly letting go. You don't have to worry about me."
Huaifenghua sighed softly in her heart, if you really let it go, would your hands shake?
After such a fuss, half a cup of tea passed. Huai Cao Shi closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing. This time she held the sword with both hands.
At this time, behind a military tent a few feet away from Mu Qing and the others, Lei Dian and others had expressions of excitement on their faces. Apparently they had not expected this situation.
Murong Xiuming lowered his voice and said, "Old man Lei, how about we make a bet?"
Lei Dian squinted his eyes and looked at the movement ahead, ignoring him. Murong Xiuxian still said with interest: "I bet my cheap aunt won't be able to do it this time."
Ning Chu glared at Murong Xiu Ming with disgust.
Master and the others were fine. Even Huai Cao Shi, who was still under house arrest at this time, looked much more relaxed and calm. She turned her head and looked forward, her eyes sparkling, and her eyes were complex and unspeakable when they rested on Mu Qing.
Murong Xiuming followed Ning Chu's gaze and asked, "Senior Sister Ning, who is that person?"
"Being able to defeat my cheap uncle, even with the influence of this formation, is still quite powerful." Murong Xiuming always seems to talk a lot when everyone is quiet, "Well, at least he is better than me now."
"He's not as powerful as you." A deep voice suddenly sounded.
"Oh?" Murong Xiuming turned to look to the right, looking past the nearest old man Lei Dian, looking at the fisherman who was ready to go, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be talking, uncle, I can't afford you. of praise."
The fisherman kept his eyes straight, always paying attention to every move in front of him. He felt the uncontrollable energy emanating from the young man in front of him, frowned slightly, and said in an unprecedented tone of self-doubt, "Compared to the realm, he is only at the third level. He is just entering the Tao now."
"How is that possible?" Lei Dian was so surprised that he looked back at the fisherman, "Is there any problem later?"
The fisherman shook his head, "That young man's anger is too disordered and he can no longer fight."
Lei Dian smiled knowingly, looked at Murong Xiu Ming, and whispered: "Murong boy, how about I give you a chance and you can handle it?"
Murong Xiu Ming's eyes were bright, he pursed his lips and said with a smile: "That relationship is good, it suits my identity."
Here, the sword in Huai Cao Shi's hand fell towards Murong Xing's neck.
Amid the howling wind, Murong Xing actually smiled and nodded to Ning Chu.
As long as Huai Cao Shi takes action, he has no intention of piecing together the hard body that turns his body into a sword.
If it had been someone else, even if he ended up dead, Murong Xing would not have been killed like this. Moreover, although his body was destroyed by Mu Qing's fist and Qi, he still wanted to block Huai Cao Shi's attack. A sword is relatively simple. After all, Huai Cao Shi's current strength can only be considered slightly stronger than ordinary people, and the sword in her hand is not a sword that can cut iron like clay.
Lei Dian's eyes flashed with confusion, and he sighed: "Forget it, let's save the second young master first."
"Fisherman." The fisherman moved before Lei Dian could say his name.
A sword is not like a sword. A sword has two edges. One edge points outward to hurt someone, and the other edge points inward is likely to hurt yourself.
For example, at this time, when the iron sword's edge penetrated the flesh less than half an inch and blood began to spurt out, Huai Cao Shi's eyes swayed extremely. At this moment, he understood why the junior sister had persuaded her to find someone else to do it. After so many mental constructions and self-talk, it’s only at the moment when I take action that I realize it still hurts.
When Huaifenghua saw this scene, she let out a sigh of relief in her chest, and at the same time turned her head to look at the side face of her senior sister Huaicao Shi.
Huaifenghua looked inwardly and sighed.
She didn't want Huai Cao Shi to torture herself like this. In any case, killing the person she once deeply loved would definitely affect Huai Cao Shi's future state of mind.
The blood flowing from the head was nothing to look at. Mu Qing looked away and smiled at the girl who quietly walked to him at some point. The next moment, he raised his eyebrows and quickly pulled the girl into his arms.
"careful!"
Almost at the same time, a figure rushed past where Zhang Shaoyao was just now.
Huaifenghua reacted the fastest and just stretched out his hands to block it. The fisherman lowered his body, moved a few steps sideways and came between Huaifenghua and Huaicao Shi. He stood at attention on his heels, with his back to Murong Xing. Facing Huai Cao Shi, he quickly stretched out his hand to block the edge of the iron sword, and then made a stroke from bottom to top. With a "click", the iron sword in Huai Cao Shi's hand broke into two pieces. cut.
When the fisherman stood still, he took back his left hand to protect his chest and put his fingers together.
Only then did everyone see clearly that the tip of the sword was still caught between his fingers.
From the beginning, Mu Qing was forced to take action to save people, to standing between the two women and breaking the iron sword with just one hand to save Murong Xing. Such a graceful demeanor, as quiet as a virgin and as quick as thunder, is just a matter of breathing. between.
Obvious hostile relationship!
After Mu Qing put down Zhang Shaoyao, he quickly stood in front of Huai Fenghua and Huai Cao Shi. They were either seriously injured and unable to fight anymore, or they were just like ordinary people. Mu Qing directly blocked the distance between them and the visitor. , stood still half a foot back.
Mu Qing looked at the visitor with cold eyes, "What?" Is there another one looking for death tonight? If he hadn't reacted in time just now, it's hard to say that Shaoyao wouldn't have been injured.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
Just when Mu Qing's murderous intent became more and more surging, an unusual and strange sound of applause sounded from behind everyone.
The fog was shrouded in heavy fog and the night was misty and eerie. In this environment where it was difficult for ordinary people to move forward, such a sound was particularly abrupt and harsh.
The confrontation that was already extremely abrupt was immediately broken. Except for Mu Qing, everyone behind him looked behind him in unison.
"Huh~, it's a good thing you didn't take action right away, otherwise the fisherman uncle would have fought back in self-defense, and whoever was hurt would be hurting his own family."
As footsteps approached, Murong Xiu Ming took the lead and walked up to the crowd. The frightened Zhang Shaoyao puffed up his cheeks and was about to scold him when his eyes suddenly widened, "Senior sister!?"
"Peony!" The two voices sounded at the same time, with anxiety.
After Zhang Shaoyao shouted, he wanted to rush to Ning Chu's side, but Huaifenghua grabbed his wrist after taking two steps.
Huaifenghua's face was cold, her eyes were angry, and she raised her chin to signal her apprentice to take a serious look.
When Zhang Shaoyao took a closer look, her face changed drastically. She then discovered that her senior sister Ning Chu had her hands cut behind her back by a smelly old man, and he was shaking his head at her anxiously, signaling her not to come over.
After Murong Xiuming walked to the fisherman's side, he turned around lightly, completely ignoring the tense atmosphere at the scene. He looked at Zhang Shaoyao's girlish little face, his eyes brightened obviously, and he smiled slightly and said: "This is Junior Sister Shaoyao. Well, don’t worry, Senior Sister Ning is fine.”
"Hmph!" Zhang Shaoyao's slender eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he stood with his sword in hand, moving slightly closer to Mu Qing's back.
Murong Xiu Ming seemed to have time to look at Mu Qing with his eyes narrowed at this time, and nodded towards Mu Qing with a warm smile on his face.
When Lei Dian escorted Ning Chu to Murong Xiu Ming's side, the confrontation between everyone was finalized. Huaifenghua, with a frosty face, took a step forward and stood side by side with Mu Qing.
The worry in Huaifenghua's eyes grew more and more, and she asked coldly: "What's wrong with Ning Chu? Why don't you speak?"
Lei Dianjiejie smiled and said: "I was afraid that she would delay us from watching the show. I originally wanted to stay in a coma, but our young master is kind-hearted."
Murong Xiu Ming had a look of shame on his face, his chin sank slightly towards Huaifenghua, who thought he was very graceful, and said softly: "Uncle, don't worry, Senior Sister Ning was just tapped on the mute point, nothing serious."
Huaifenghua was silent, narrowing her eyes and looking at the robes on several people, her heart was thoughtful and a little cold.
"Are you the Tianbang Assassin who has disappeared for a long time, Fisherman?" Huai Caoshi suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention.
Murong Xing covered her neck and sat quietly behind the visitor. Huai Cao Shi's eyelashes were slightly twitching, her eyes were complicated, and her eyes moved upward to look at the middle-aged man who rescued Murong Xing from her sword.
Only she caught it at that moment. The other party broke the iron sword in her hand into two pieces. It was not Kao's fingers, but an extremely slender dagger.
Huai Caoshi sneered at the corner of her mouth. The reason why the other party was so pretentious was just to cover up, so she tilted her head slightly and reminded the senior sister and the young man in front of her: "His sword should be the Fish Intestine Sword, and he is Left-hand sword."
Mu Qing nodded and stared straight at the middle-aged man in front of him.
The fisherman grinned and didn't care. The half sword with the tip between his fingers shook slightly, as if it could shoot at Mu Qing or anyone behind Mu Qing at any time.
The person who was really confronting him didn't bother to talk, so Murong Xiu Ming smiled slightly and praised: "Auntie has really good taste. He is indeed a fisherman."
Huai Cao Shi glared angrily and snorted coldly. If she still had the strength, she would definitely chop this talkative young man half to death.
"Tell me, Deacon Lei Dianlei, who is in charge of the lineage, what do you want to do tonight?"
Huaifenghua looked at the old man Lei Dian.
