Aunt Lu looked at the sharp knife that fell to the ground, and next to the knife was a small melon seed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"You ......."

She still underestimated the enemy.

I didn't expect Mochen, who seemed to be a weak scholar, to have such internal strength.

A small melon seed can actually block her knife.

It looks like this battle is going to be a bit tough.

Aunt Lu slowly squatted down and picked up the sharp knife, while Liao Qing took a few steps back.

Liao Qing had never practiced martial arts.

Because of his body, he could only read the books of the sages, and he could only listen to the Master's lectures in his room every day, and when he heard the sounds of other children outside, he could only stick his head out to look.

Because of this, he lost the best opportunity to practice martial arts.

Liao Jiagong told him that as long as he can do business and carry forward the family, such things as martial arts are superfluous.

But only now did he really figure out why his family became rich.

In fact, he also wants to practice martial arts, and he also wants to become a great hero of martial arts like the one in the book.

But the current appearance can only show that he may not be suitable for martial arts, and he may be more suitable for practicing literature.

"Aunt Lu, how can you find a soft persimmon to pinch, Liao Qing doesn't know martial arts at a glance, you are really not afraid of killing people with this knife. ”

Mo Chen said, jumped slightly, stepped on the offering table, and the person had already flown to Liao Qing's side.

"This is your partner's precious son, and if something happens, are you sure you're still alive?"

Mo Chen hid Liao Qing behind him without a trace.

Liao Qing felt very uncomfortable with Mochen's approach.

But he was helpless.

After all, he really doesn't know any martial arts, only to be protected.

"Mochen, where did you come from?"

Aunt Lu put the knife in front of her and watched Mo Chen's every move vigilantly.

"Where's the way? Then you'll see. ”

Mo Chen smiled and pulled out a snow-white sword from his side.

"Xuanyue Sword..... Who the hell are you?"

When Aunt Lu saw the sword, her expression changed.

She took a few steps back before she dodged the fatal blow.

"It's not over yet!"

Mo Chen turned sideways, and the sword in his hand swung out again, and with a horizontal split, he cut a hole in Aunt Lu's robe.

Aunt Ah Lu saw that Mo Chen was extraordinary, and she also began to get serious.

She tossed the short knife in her hand aside, and wrenched a long black whip from her waist.

"Smack. ”

She slammed it to the ground, and the ground made a loud noise.

"Since you're here like this, then you're welcome!"

Aunt Lu's tone was cold, and the long whip in her hand began to swing flexibly.

"Stand back, I'm afraid I'll hurt you. ”

Mochen pushed Mochen behind him, and after taking him to a safe place, he turned around and caught the whip from Aunt Lu.

"Are you alright?"

Mochen grabbed the whip with his bare hands.

Liao Qing saw blood slowly flowing out of his hand, but his expression remained unchanged, as if it was not his hand that hit, "You just protect yourself." ”

Mo Chen pulled the whip fiercely, and Aunt Lu on the other end fell forward and almost fell to the ground. Mo Chen took the opportunity to throw the whip back in his hand, and the person jumped very far away from Liao Qing lightly and skillfully.

For the first time, Liao Qing felt that he was really good and useless.

No matter where he is, no matter who he is with, he is the one who is protected.

He can't even protect the woman he likes.

As soon as Mochen landed, Aunt Lu's whip beckoned.

He rolled to the side, dodging the attack once more.

But how could Aunt Ah Lu give up.

The whip in her hand was played by her, and the mourning hall was filled with the sound of whips cutting through the air.

The sword in Mochen's hand is not vegetarian either.

The sword seemed to come to life in his hands. He could always block attacks with unmistakable precision in the last second of Aunt Green's whip.

Sometimes you can fight back.

Aunt Alu didn't take advantage of it in the slightest.

Mo Chen was very skeptical of the corpse of the old man.

He always consciously or unintentionally protected the corpse of the old man so that he would not be injured by the whip that came his way.

Seeing this, Aunt Lu knew that her opportunity had come.

She pretended to swing the whip at Mo Chen's body, but after Mo Chen made a defense, the whip quickly turned and whipped towards the corpse of the old man!

Mo Chen frowned fiercely.

He was still some distance away from the corpse of the old man, because the whip was very long, so he would definitely be hit if he hit it like this.

But it was too late for him to jump over.

He almost closed his eyes slightly, not wanting to see the old man's corpse scratched and bloodied.

"Smack. ”

The sound of a whip hitting the flesh.

Crisp and loud.

It must be the skin and the flesh is open.

Mo Chen opened one eye.

The eyes are full of red.

But it wasn't the old man's blood.

Liao Qing lay on the corpse of the old man Hua and took Aunt Lu's whip with his back.

A long wound appeared on Liao Qing's back.

The cracked place was like a terrible smiling face.

"Mochen, what are you still stunned about! Hurry up and submit this old witch!"

Liao Qing turned his head, his eyes were already bloodshot, and his lips and face were pale.

"How dare you call me an old witch!

Aunt Lu's whip slid towards Liao Qing's back again.

Liao Qing closed his eyes and waited for the arrival of the whip.

"Ding. ”

The expected pain didn't hit. A crisp sound came from behind.

Liao Qing turned his head, Mochen's white clothes were stained with a trace of blood, and his sword was firmly wrapped around Aunt Lu's whip.

"Your blood touched my clothes. Remember to clean it up for me later. ”

Mo Chen smiled at him, "Old witch, I think this description is very right, you can't scratch Liao Qing like this." I've always been a man who will repay him, and since you scratched his back, then I'll make three strokes on your back!"

With a heavy wave of his hand, the whip slipped from his sword, and almost instantly, he appeared in front of Aunt Alu.

"You.... No way.... How could it be so fast!"

Aunt Lu withdrew her whip and wanted to swing it at Mo Chen, but was once again entangled by Mo Chen's sword.

"What's impossible, you forced me to do this to you. ”

The smile on Mo Chen's lips no longer had temperature.

With bloodlust and anger, he whipped the whip on his sword hard, and Aunt Lu fell forward with the whip.

She fell to her knees.

"You'd better beg Old Man Hua for forgiveness. ”

Mochen put his sword against Aunt Lu's neck, "People like you really don't even deserve to go to hell." ”

"You want to kill me?"

Aunt Alu knelt on the ground, her hand gripping the long whip tightly.

"Use you, the world's number one Xuanyue Sword, to kill a filthy wicked person like me?"

"The more you die, the calmer you become, Aunt Lu. ”

As soon as Mo Chen's sword was slightly forced, a blood mark appeared on Aunt Lu's neck.

"Everyone has to die, but the way of death is different, and the age of death is different..... Your martial arts are indeed at the top, I am not your opponent, I can't beat you, and it is normal to die in your hands. ”

She lowered her head slightly, "However, I still don't think that the victory or defeat can be so clear!"

Aunt Lu suddenly jumped up, and the whip in her hand also followed an oblique split, straight towards Mo Chen's face.

Mo Chen frowned and dodged.

"When I was dying, I didn't forget to struggle. It's funny. ”

Mo Chen clenched the sword in his hand, "Okay, I'll end you with my own hands." ”

The sword came out and flew straight towards Ah Lu's heart.

Aunt Lu didn't have time to dodge the sword.

She closed her eyes in despair.

"Ding. ”

A crisp sound sounded in the chest.

Ah Lu opened his eyes, just in front of his heart,

The two swords collided together, and sparks erupted from the place where the swords came into contact with the swords.

Life and death, a thought.