Murong Xiuming frowned and looked at Mu Qing, and Mu Qing responded to Murong Xiuming coldly.

Among the two groups of people confronting each other, they are the closest in age. Mu Qing is really disgusted to the extreme by Murong Xiuming's arrogance, and Murong Xiuming is equally disgusted with Mu Qing's prestige at this time. I'm tired of looking at it.

"You are just an outsider. You don't have to worry about the affairs of Wanhua Valley, and you don't have to worry about my affairs." A trace of shame and anger quickly appeared on Ning Chu's cheeks, and then quickly faded away.

When she looked at Mu Qing, extremely complex emotions welled up deep in her eyes, and she calmed down only when her eyes moved to Zhang Shaoyao.

Murong Xiuming's eyes were thoughtful, and his expression, which was almost covered with frost, instantly turned into a wanton smile, and he said loudly: "Well said!"

Mu Qing and Ning Chu's eyes intertwined, and they hesitated to speak, with strange expressions on their faces. This made Murong Xiuming realize more and more, his possessive eyes fell on Ning Chu's profile, and he asked with a smile: "Does this person like Senior Sister Ning?" Right? I've known for a long time that with such a unique temperament, it's impossible for Senior Sister to have no suitors, but I didn't expect that I would meet one tonight."

Master and apprentice Huai Fenghua and Zhang Shaoyao looked at Murong Xiu Ming with strange expressions on their faces.

Murong Xiuming felt offended, narrowed his eyes and sneered, walked straight to Ning Chu and stood side by side with Ning Chu. Ning Chu's shoulders trembled, but it was Murong Xiuming who boldly rubbed his hand on her waist.

Murong Xiuming directly ignored Mu Qing's cold, knife-like eyes, looked at Huaifenghua and asked comfortably: "Uncle, although we in Tiannan don't talk about parents ordering matchmakers, after all, you are Senior Sister Ning's. Master, now that senior sister has promised me, as an elder, you will never beat a mandarin duck."

When Murong Xiuming finished speaking, he used his hands to hug Ning Chu tightly. Ning Chu fluttered his eyelashes and lowered his eyes. He put his hands on Murong Xiuming's chest, barely keeping a fist away, but did not resist.

Everyone in Wanhua Valley had angry faces. Just as Huaifenghua was about to speak, Lei Dian took a step forward and sneered: "I advise you to think carefully before speaking. If Murong kid takes your apprentice, both of you and I will be happy. Good thing, if you still can't understand what's happening now."

Lei Dian pretended to pause, looked sideways at Mu Qing, and said coldly: "It just so happens that some people are just a waste of air when they are alive. I don't mind giving him a ride."

The fisherman was shocked and his momentum changed. The fog could no longer enter his body for three feet.

Huaifenghua sneered and said: "There is a rule in Wanhua Valley that has been passed down from generation to generation. There are many heartless men in the world. From now on, if a woman in the valley meets her beloved, she can form a good relationship and conclude a marriage. However, if she is coerced and wants to We surrender and must use all our strength to attack the powerful people."

Huaicao Shi looked at Huaifenghua's words, with some doubts in his eyes, but then he smiled casually, held his sword in front of him and said: "The inheritance of Wanhua Valley is not unbreakable, as long as the chivalry and integrity of our daughter's family are still there. ”

Murong Xiuming was very dissatisfied with the current tense atmosphere. He looked at Huaifenghua and asked coldly: "Uncle Master, I might as well tell you that just one fisherman who has broken through to the first level of spiritual life will be dealt with by all of you together. No, do you really want to choose your own death?"

"Besides, Senior Sister Ning has already agreed to marry me, so why would you waste Senior Sister's kindness and ignore it?"

Huaifenghua shook her head, she didn't know her apprentice's temperament.

Mu Qing saw Murong Xiu Ming holding Ning Chu in his arms, and the anger in his eyes grew more and more, and he said: "I just said, senior sister already has her heart, if you don't let her go, don't blame me. I'll give you a knife."

"Stop talking!" It was difficult to conceal the worry and anxiety in Ning Chu's voice.

Murong Xiu Ming looked at Mu Qing with his narrow eyes, his eyelashes intertwined and he smiled evilly, he turned around and said: "Kill him."

Within a distance of less than ten feet, everyone was repelled by a sudden burst of momentum and retreated in unison.

In less than a blink of an eye, the momentum of Mount Tai and beyond the North Sea soared into the sky!

The fisherman became the eye of the storm, with energy billowing all over his body and an unparalleled momentum, rushing toward the top of Mount Muqingtai.

Zhang Shaoyao shouted, raised a dagger and threw it at Mu Qing.

While fighting with Murong Xing, Mu Qing's dagger fell to the ground. Zhang Shaoyao had picked up the dagger before he came over.

Repelled by Qi Jin, the white mist spread to both sides. Mu Qing was the first to bear the brunt. His upper body swayed slightly and he stood between the separated world.

His thin lips pursed into a line, his feet were shoulder-width apart, and his waist sank. Before the fisherman came in front of him, he reached out and grasped the dagger to the side and back. As soon as the dagger returned to his hand, he clenched it with his fist. The sword is held upside down and horizontally in front of the body, while the palm of the left hand is spread out and pressed against the back of the right fist.

"Bang -" After a short clash of gold and iron, Mu Qing's posture remained unchanged, the dagger was slightly bent and stuck tightly to his wrist.

But in front of him and behind the fisherman, there were two marks one foot long and higher than the instep.

In the first confrontation between Mu Qing and the fisherman, his feet sank into the ground and he fell back a foot!

Mu Qing's chest and skirt were already soaked with blood. However, during the confrontation between the people, the blood gradually became colder, and the cloth filled with the smell of blood was already clinging to his chest. As a result, just in time, warm blood soaked Mu Qing again. The clothes on the chest were stained with new blood and looked particularly miserable.

It was a pity that Mu Qing, who was covered in blood, could not make the fisherman feel the slightest pity. It had been more than two quarters of an hour since he entered the spiritual mist formation, and there was only a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

As soon as the heavy fog between the two moved, Mu Qing's spiritual sense of life and death was raised to the limit. The defensive posture of holding the sword in his hand did not change, and he immediately bent over, retracting his shoulders and lowering his elbows in front of his stomach.

With a "boom", the fog rolled and rolled endlessly. Everyone in Wanhua Valley, except for Huaifenghua, only had time to see a slender light, and Mu Qing flew backwards into the darkness a few feet away behind him.

"Fish intestine sword!" Huai Cao Shi reminded loudly at this time.

The fisherman's figure was only now revealed in the raging fog and vibrations. He stood where Mu Qing stood before, slightly around him. His previous punch was just a cover-up. Even before, he had been knocked out of his identity. , but there was no momentum at all when the fish intestine sword was thrust out. He really didn't expect Mu Qing to be able to catch the trajectory of the fish intestine sword while the energy was raging.

As soon as he moved his steps, he chased Mu Qing.

Huaifenghua frowned. The reason why she gave it a go was that, in addition to being unwilling to compromise in the face of the Jedi, she also had a glimmer of hope that even she found strange.

In her mind, Mu Qing's injury shouldn't be serious, because when Mu Qing treated her, his true energy was strong and abundant, unlike hers, which was shaky and helpless.

"Shaoyao, don't move, protect your uncle and the others."

"No, I'm going to save brother Aliang!"

Huaifenghua woke up in a daze, and when she saw the girl, she was about to take a step forward, and quickly grabbed Zhang Shaoyao who looked anxious.

Huaifenghua looked at Lei Dian, who was not far away and stared at him eagerly, and whispered: "Obey! Don't do anything, stay with your uncle. Master, just go and help."

With the situation like this, Zhang Shaoyao and Ning Chu were not destined to be in danger, and she, the owner of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, might have already deserved to die in the eyes of Lei Dian and others.

Huai Caoshi handed the sword in his hand to Huai Fenghua and said: "Shaoyao, uncle doesn't need your protection, but your master is right. You are not strong enough and will only distract your brother."

Huaifenghua nodded, said nothing and rushed towards the direction where Mu Qing flew backwards.

Ning Chu had already broken away from Murong Xiu Ming's embrace and looked a little pale when he saw his master joining the battlefield.

Murong Xiu Ming noticed her expression and sneered. He did not care at all about the woman he had vowed to fall in love with before. He turned his head to look at Lei Dian and cursed with a smile: "Old man Lei, there are less than two quarters of an hour left. , why don’t you take action? Our master, the Valley Master, is going to help.”

Old God Lei Dian rolled his eyes on the ground and said: "That bitch Huaifenghua is looking for death. I won't take the credit from the fisherman. He has just broken through not long ago, and it is time to prove his worth to the elders."

For Lei Dian, it would be a pity to live to this age in a place like Hidden Valley. He has experienced a lot of ups and downs in the past, and he knows that the saying "you have to have a support even before you die" does not mean anything. To be honest, not to mention that it brought back memories, but that the girl Huaifenghua did not use the last sword, which made him quite afraid.

He smiled and glanced at the group of Huai Cao Shi, who was also motionless. Since the situation was still clear and the fisherman's strength had not been affected by the large formation, he, who was already wearing shoes and walking on the shore, really couldn't go down to the river and interact with those barefooted people. Fight hard.

There was a whistling sound of breaking wind in the distance, and all the girls in Wanhua Valley took a few steps towards the sound. Worry in their eyes had already climbed onto their brows.

Here, Mu Qing flew backwards and barely stood up with one hand on the ground. The fisherman had already rushed towards him.

It was still a powerful straight punch, and when Mu Qing barely blocked it, the fish intestine sword would stab him at a tricky angle that Mu Qing had never thought of before.

Sometimes it was the armpit, sometimes it was the temple. The most thrilling time was when the Yuchang Sword broke out of the ground at an unknown moment. If Mu Qing hadn't jerked his right foot forward, the Fish Gut Sword would have pierced his heel directly. It would even pass directly through his entire right leg and penetrate completely into his body.

After this thrilling incident, Mu Qing discovered that the original owner of the Fish Intestine Sword, the Tianbang Assassin Fisherman, was good at moving the sword from hand to hand in seconds. With the fisherman's straight punching skills, the Fish Intestine Sword roamed freely between the two people. , it really cheered up my mother.

The Lishou Sword was born out of the art of controlling swords. Unlike the swordsmanship of flying swordsmanship, which places great emphasis on swordsmanship talent, those who practice the art of controlling swords rely more on daily nourishment of unshakable essence and blood, establishing a connection between the master and the flying sword.

There is a joke circulating in the world that a child born with a sword can control a sword and stab a butterfly. Therefore, in the eyes of a real swordsman, the art of sword control cannot be put on the stage, and because the distance of the sword control skill is too short, it is difficult to fight against others. It is far inferior to holding a sword in hand, which is particularly useless. After all, if the enemy is looking for you when using the sword control technique, and when you get close, your hand is missing, and your body is not as tough as a martial artist, then you will really suffer.

However, there are always one or two outliers in this world, such as the fisherman who is a pure martial artist. In his hands, the fish intestine sword combined with the sword control skills surround him endlessly. Wherever he needs any defense, he becomes a murderer. Sharp weapon.

As long as he is entangled in his fist, the opponent is likely to die if there is even a slight flaw, because as the fish intestines of the famous sword, once it penetrates the enemy's body, it will directly release the incomparable power inherited from the famous sword itself. With the sword's will, the enemy's intestines will be twisted and raked to pieces.