As a first-class master who has reached the threshold of being a master, Mo Yan will naturally not lose easily.
And for the man in front of him who has been gossiping with His Highness Prince Luo, he will not give in easily.
Jiang Wuji fought again, and Mo Yan responded with his spinning knife.
The head of the gun danced wildly, and black pear blossoms bloomed.
Shaking the gun head is regarded as the basic skill in marksmanship. Whether it is the shower gun technique or the wave-breaking gun, they are all improved and strengthened based on this point.
Jiang Wuji decisively threw out a rain of pear blossoms!
Facing the overwhelming gunfire, Mo Yan turned his wrists and used his two swords to hold the flower together without retreating but instead advancing.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Sparks flew, and Mo Yan used his excellent strength and accumulated experience to approach Jiang Wuji again.
"It seems that Jiang Wuji is going to lose."
"That's right, Coach Mo's double swords are unmatched by anyone. If he gets close again, Jiang Yindao will definitely be defeated!"
The gun is the king of weapons, and its absolute attack range can suppress many weapons.
Theoretically speaking, even if you are approached, the spear still has a countermeasure, but in reality, if the spear is approached, it is equivalent to losing half the battle.
Seeing Mo Yan approaching step by step, Jiang Wuji's spear power began to show flaws, and the original offensive turned into a retreat to defend.
Mo Yan's eyes narrowed, he grabbed a flaw to block the gun with one sword, and stabbed straight forward!
At this moment, Jiang Wuji suddenly pulled back the spear with his right hand, and held three fingers under the tip of the spear with his left hand.
Shortening the spear and stabbing it is a common method in close combat. Mo Yan was well prepared for this situation. When the thrust failed, he immediately turned his feet and slashed diagonally from the side.
Next, he would either hit me with the barrel of his gun, or he would dodge and pull himself up.
I just need to kick the gun pole, chop it down, or chop it again, and this game will be over!
Mo Yan analyzed this in his mind, and everyone onlookers also thought the same at this time.
Even the Queen Mother, who was sitting in the carriage, was so frightened that she snorted.
"Don't worry, my dear, I gave him a piece of heart armor. A master can't hurt him~"
"Oh, eh? Since when have I been worried about him?"
"Aren't you worried? Then why do you keep staring?"
"I, I... huh? Why did you give him the heart armor?"
"Well, um... I quite like him."
"???"
At this critical moment, Mo Yan even wanted to keep Jiang Wuji away from King Luo's flirtatious remarks.
As a result, a cold light came out of nowhere and blinded the eyes!
"Oops!"
The sword roared and hissed.
Silence fell.
Under the flickering firelight, Jiang Wuji held a gun in one hand and a short sword in the other.
At this time, the dagger was only half an inch away from Mo Yan's throat!
"Crack crack crack."
The fire crackled, and after a brief silence, there were incredible sounds one after another.
"Mo, coach Mo lost?"
"This dagger... didn't he use a gun? Why did he switch to a dagger? When did it happen?"
"So fast, I didn't even see when he drew the sword."
"Hide the sword, draw the sword, dagger, seal the throat? This, is this the secret skill of Ji Xinghai with the first line of throat? Listening to the tide sword?!"
"!!!"
"How come you listen to Chao Jian?"
Mo Yan lost, but he didn't understand why Jiang Wuji knew Ji Xinghai's unique skills.
As the "Grand Master Goalkeeper", it would take at least seven or eight years for him to be able to use concealment and exit so well under his nose.
It stands to reason that he should have been practicing Jiang Kaiyang's Rain Spear. Just now, the rain scattered the pear blossoms like fire and pure love. Why does Chao Jian...
However, Jiang Wuji did not explain Mo Yan's question, but sheathed his sword and clasped his fists.
"Concession."
"..."
The best policy is to take it in when it's good.
If there was a life and death fight tonight, it would definitely not be that easy for Jiang Wuji to win. After all, Mo Yan was at the top of his game no matter what.
It's a pity that he fell in love with King Luo and became terminally ill.
Jiang Wuji's words "taught him by His Highness King Luo" caused him to be in chaos.
Coupled with the various "acts" during the fight, Mo Yan, who underestimated his opponent, was bound to lose.
For the next half hour, the imperial guards seemed to want to help Mo Yan find a place and took turns taking turns.
However, they were defeated one by one. In the end, the competition ended in ashes amid boos.
Jiang Wuji, who had the most outstanding performance tonight, got the right to see the Queen Mother.
…
"Jiang Kaiyang, the adopted son, has taught you well."
Looking at Jiang Wuji walking towards the Queen Mother's carriage, Sima Qing, who was riding on horseback, sighed.
As the second-ranked golden sword in Fengtian Division, there is no doubt about Sima Qing's strength. Even Qin Moli, the elastic bear, is no match for him.
Apart from his strength, Sima Qing's appearance was even more intimidating.
Sima Qing had no hair, and his scalp and right side of his face were covered with ugly wrinkles, the marks left after being burned by fire.
Therefore, his right eye seemed to protrude, and the outward-turned pink eyelid was particularly ferocious.
"He also learned Lin Xiushan's Yin Yang Sword Technique, as well as Shuiyun Villa's Breaking Wave Spear." Yang Hongshan said.
Sima Qing shook his head and put on a black iron mask to cover up his hideous and ugly face.
"If I read it correctly, the movement technique he used just now was to penetrate the clouds."
"Cuan Yunzong?" Yang Hongshan frowned, as if he had thought of something.
The thief who broke into Fengtiansi that night seemed to be a thief who also traveled through the clouds...
Hiss - is it possible...
"Jiang Wuji has won the trust of His Highness. In addition, it is the holy will of him to escort the Queen Mother this time."
"Some things can just stay in your stomach..." Sima Qing reminded indifferently.
Hearing this, Yang Hongshan trembled and bowed quickly: "Thank you, Brother Sima!"
"No need to be polite. When you return to Beijing, help me with something."
You have been a colleague for many years, are you still so inhumane... Yang Hongshan: "Brother Sima, it doesn't matter."
"Let Jiang Wuji look through Jiang Kaiyang's files. As an adopted son, he should bear the brunt of revenge for his father."
"Jiang Jindao's file?"
Yang Hongshan frowned, "Is there something fishy about Jiang Jindao's death?"
Sima Qing: "I don't care if there is something fishy or not. This guy has repeatedly solved strange cases. Maybe he can help me find the Twelve Red Lotus Branches."
"Twelve branches of red lotus..." Yang Hongshan nodded, understanding Sima Qing's purpose.
The Twelve Branches of the Red Lotus refers to the twelve protectors of the Red Lotus Sect. It is said that the culprit who massacred Sima Qing's family was the great protector in the Twelve Branches of the Red Lotus, Missing Lotus.
The branch of the Red Lotus Sect that Jiang Kaiyang was encircling and suppressing at that time was exactly where the Great Protector Bu Jian Lian was hiding.
In other words, Jiang Kaiyang is very likely to die at the hands of Bu Jian Lian.
Sima Qing has been tracking for many years and has killed countless thieves. Unfortunately, he has not been able to find the whereabouts of Bu Jian Lian, not even the other members of the Twelve Branches of Red Lotus.
This is his knot and his inner demon.
He wanted to try if he could find the whereabouts of the Twelve Branches through Jiang Wuji, even if it was a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor.
…
"For your humble duties, please see the Queen Mother."
Outside the carriage, Jiang Wuji bowed and bowed, neither humble nor overbearing.
After a while, a maid lifted up the curtain, and the delicate Queen Mother sat inside.
But it was Poached Egg Zhu Yao who spoke first.
"Ouch! I didn't expect you to beat Mo Yan, you are so awesome!"
Jiang Wuji: "Miss Zhu Yao, you're so honored. I'm just lucky."
At this time, the Queen Mother narrowed her eyes slightly and raised her white and delicate chin: "What... is your name?"
I didn't scream...Jiang Wuji: "I am humbled by the Silver Sword of Fengtian Division, Jiang Wuji."
"Oh, it turns out to be you. I didn't look carefully just now. Are you injured?"
"Eh? Your Majesty, you didn't just..."
"Did I ask you to speak?"
"嘤嘤嘤......"
Tsk, quite arrogant... Jiang Wuji curled his lips, "Thanks to your concern, my humble position was not injured."
"oh……"
The Queen Mother nodded lightly.
"The divine martial arts of Jiang Yin Dao is my great fortune."
"How do you want me to reward you?"
Um? Why does this sound so familiar?
Jiji was a little confused.
