He can't draw his sword! Even if Yan Bo's sword really slashed in front of him, or even slashed into his body, he Wang Quan couldn't draw his sword!!

Thinking like this, Wang Quan, who was still ready to move at first, silently hid the soft sword he had drawn out back into his belt, and then sat motionless on the main seat behind the large round table of golden silk nanmu, dutifully playing the image of a "silly prince" who had been frightened stupid by the angry Yan Bo. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, at the next moment when Leng Qing stopped Wang Quan, Mu Wen, who was sitting next to Leng Qing, who understood what Leng Qing wanted to do because he had witnessed Leng Qing's movements, had already gotten up without hesitation and left the big round table of golden silk nanmu.

People who are familiar with Muwen know that no matter when and where, Muwen almost always carries his ordinary three-foot green peak that can be seen everywhere on the market, even if Liang Shengde and Cheng Yiying visit today, Muwen did not put down his three-foot green peak because of the identity of Liang Shengde and Cheng Yiying.

And before, after being pulled by Leng Qing to sit at the big round table of golden silk nanmu, Mu Wen was inconvenient to hold his sword because it was inconvenient to sit, so he conveniently put his three-foot Qingfeng on the table in front of him.

At this moment, after Mu Wen got up and left his seat, in just a blink of an eye, Mu Wen backhanded out the three-foot green peak that he had placed on the table of the golden silk nanmu big round table.

With a "swish", he pulled his sword out of the sheath, and in a flash of cold light, Mu Wen had already raised his sword neatly to meet Yan Bo, who had rushed to the two steps away from the large round table of golden silk nanmu.

In the next moment, two three-foot green peaks with cold flashes met in the air, and the sharp blades slammed into a few sparks, and the loud sound of gold and stone clashing sounded.

In the empty hall of pure wooden structure, the two three-foot green peaks that flashed with cold light were tightly against each other, and Yan Bo and Mu Wen stared at each other through the three-foot green peaks that were pressed together. Yan Bo, who was blocked from going, was full of anger, and Mu Wen, who blocked Yan Bo's way, was always expressionless like an iceberg that would not melt for thousands of years.

Mu Wen's hand was forced, and the sharp blade slashed down, and Mu Wen easily used the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand to force Yan Bo to take two steps back.

After forcing Yan Bo back, Mu Wen immediately followed, and without giving Yan Bo a breath at all, another sword swung towards Yan Bo without hesitation......

With the sound of the exchange of gold and stone one after another, the empty front hall of the pure wooden structure of the "Qingxin Palace" became a battlefield for Yan Bo and Muwen.

From Yan Bo rushing towards Wang Quan's side with his sword, to Mu Wen drawing his sword to meet Yan Bo and fighting with Yan Bo, all of this seems to be so much written in words, but in fact, it only happens in a few breaths.

In the front hall of the pure wooden structure of the empty "Qingxin Palace", Liang Shengde protected Cheng Yiying and stood in the corner of the hall to watch the battle between Muwen and Yan Bo from afar, both of them frowned slightly, and their faces were a little anxious, but because of their identities, Liang Shengde and Cheng Yiying did not make a sound to stop the fight in the hall.

And Wang Quan and Leng Qing will not stop Mu Wen and Yan Bo's combat effectiveness, because for Mu Wen's strength, both Wang Quan and Leng Qing are very convinced, Wang Quan and Leng Qing are not worried that Mu Wen will lose under Yan Bo's hands at all.

So, Wang Quan and Leng Qing just looked panicked (pretended), and the other sat calmly at the big round table of golden silk nanmu and quietly watched the battle between Muwen and Yan Bo, and Leng Qing was even learning from it!

Obviously, although Yan Bo's anger is heavy, and his moves are certainly tough, it is still a big step behind Muwen's mobile killing weapon - but after a few moves with Muwen, Yan Bo has already been defeated.

However, it is estimated that Yan Bo is determined to clean up "Yan Ziming", so after realizing that he can't beat Mu Wen, Yan Bo immediately made a decision, and in the gap between blocking Mu Wen's sword, Yan Bo suddenly opened his mouth and shouted: "Blood Guard!! ”

On this side, Yan Qingqiu, who was standing far away outside the battle circle, was surprised to hear Yan Bo's shout, Yan Qingqiu's eyes immediately widened, and the anxious color on his face deepened.

Yan Qingqiu was so anxious that he even opened his mouth a few times to stop it, but Yan Qingqiu was already dumb, let alone talking like a normal person, Yan Qingqiu was usually silent when he had a cold cough, including morning sickness during this time, the morning sickness of pregnant women made people feel heartbreaking just by listening to it, but Yan Qingqiu just vomited uncomfortably, and he couldn't make the slightest sound!

Yan Qingqiu also thought about doing her best to stop Yan Bo and Mu Wen's fight, but now that she was pregnant, Yan Qingqiu was afraid that one would accidentally hurt the child in her womb, so Yan Qingqiu could only stand outside the battle circle after all.

And on that side, as Yan Bo's shout fell, in the front hall of the empty "Qingxin Palace", six tall figures wearing dark red night clothes suddenly appeared out of thin air.

These six tall figures in dark red night clothes really appeared out of thin air, and masters like Rao Shi Wang Quan and Mu Wen couldn't see how the six tall figures in dark red night clothes appeared in this empty hall.

Moreover, there was no need for Yan Bo to say anything at all, and the six tall figures wearing dark red night clothes that appeared out of thin air took the initiative to join the battle to help Yan Bo resist Mu Wen.

I don't know what the origin of the six tall figures in dark red night clothes is, the way they appear is so silent that people can't fathom it, especially every move and style of each of them is extremely powerful, and the moves directly hit the key point and join forces to attack Muwen, forcing Muwen to have no extra space to take care of Yan Bo.

However, although the opponent from the beginning of Yan Bo, there were six more people in an instant, and the opponent's move directly hit his vital point, and forced Mu Wen to gradually give up the attack on Yan Bo, but Mu Wen still made one move and one style to make him not in a hurry, but the three-foot Qingfeng in Mu Wen's hand was waved by Mu Wen to leave only an afterimage, and he couldn't capture the direction of the sword body with the naked eye.

The onlookers looked at Muwen's side, and gradually found that Muwen was completely at ease!

It's just that, except for Leng Qing, no one found out that after summoning those six strange people to join the standing circle, Yan Bo was withdrawing from the battle circle little by little.

On this side, Leng Qing, who was still sitting at the big round table of golden silk nanmu, saw that the situation on Mu Wen's side was not good, and saw Yan Bo consciously and purposefully withdrawing from the battle circle, Leng Qing groaned for a moment, then leaned over to Wang Quan, who was sitting beside her, and whispered to Wang Quan: "Give me your soft sword." ”

Wang Quan, who was watching Muwen's fight, was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously asked Leng Qing in a low voice: "What are you doing?" ”

"Yan Bo is probably going to withdraw to deal with you, if you don't want to expose it, give me your sword quickly!!" When Leng Qing said this, her tone was a little eager, but she still remembered to keep her voice as low as possible, to the point that only she and Wang Quan could hear it.

When Wang Quan heard Leng Qing's words, he immediately raised his eyes quietly and glanced at Yan Bo's direction, and sure enough, he saw that Yan Bo had retreated to the periphery of the battle circle at some point, but he was still restrained by Mu Wen for the time being, and he could not completely get out of the battle circle.

But according to Yan Bo's speed, it is only a matter of minutes to completely get out of the battle circle!!

Seeing the situation on Yan Bo's side clearly, Wang Quan immediately withdrew the soft sword from his waist without hesitation.

With the help of the hanging tablecloth on the large round table of golden silk nanmu, when he handed the soft sword in his hand to Leng Qing under the tabletop, Wang Quan suddenly asked Leng Qing with some unease: "The soft sword is not as good as an ordinary weapon, can you control it?" ”

To be honest, Wang Quan is not worried about whether he can compete with Yan Bo with Leng Qing's skills, because Wang Quan has studied with Leng Qing, and Wang Quan still has a foundation in his heart for Leng Qing's skills. Judging from the battle between Yan Bo and Mu Wen just now, Yan Bo and Leng Qing's skills are almost equal.

Even if Yan Bo hid something when he fought with Mu Wen just now, his true strength was actually higher than Leng Qing, but Leng Qing was a woman after all, and Yan Bo would never really be ruthless to a woman no matter how he came.

To sum up, Wang Quan is now only worried about whether Leng Qing can control this extraordinary weapon like the soft sword?

At this time, hearing Wang Quan's implicit worried question, under the cover of the hanging tablecloth spread on the large round table of golden silk nanmu, Leng Qing shook the soft sword in her hand, only to feel that the sword she was holding in her hand was indeed as the name suggested-soft and lying on her stomach!

After shaking off the sword, Leng Qing looked at Wang Quan, and suddenly pursed her lips and smiled at Wang Quan.

Just when Wang Quan thought that Leng Qing was going to tell him that there was no problem, he heard Leng Qing say to him: "It's really too soft, it is estimated that it is not well controlled." "This is definitely Leng Qing's true words!

As soon as Leng Qing said this, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and Wang Quan almost fell off the stool.

However, in Wang Quan's eyes full of regret and worry, Leng Qing stood up suddenly, raised the soft sword in her hand that was as soft as a wicker, and shouted towards Mu Wen, who was in the center of the battle circle and had his back to her: "Mu Wen will change the sword with me!" ”

When the words fell, Leng Qing didn't wait for Mu Wen on that side to answer her, and directly raised her hand and threw the soft sword in her hand that was as soft as a wicker towards Mu Wen who was in the center of the battle circle.

Leng Qing's move was too sudden, especially when he saw that the soft sword that Leng Qing threw out was actually shooting straight towards Mu Wen's back heart, not to mention Liang Shengde, Cheng Yiying, and Yan Qingqiu, even Wang Quan was shocked when he saw it-

Okay! Feelings, this cold girl takes this battlefield as a child's play! How could you throw a sword at Muwen at such a time! Didn't you see that Mu Wen was entangled by those six inexplicable people and couldn't get out? And the direction in which it was thrown is terrible!!

However, looking at Mu Wen's side, when the soft sword thrown out by Leng Qing shook its head and shot straight at Mu Wen's heart, Mu Wen seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and when the soft sword was about to hit him, he did a volley, and kicked his toes upwards while his body was in the air, directly turning the soft sword that Leng Qing threw at him in one direction.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Wen, whose body was vacated, threw the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand in the direction of Leng Qing, who was standing at the large round table of golden silk nanmu, and changed his hand to grasp the hilt of the soft sword that had not yet had time to fall to the ground.

In the next moment, the vacated Muwen landed and returned to the battle circle.

From Leng Qing throwing out the soft sword in her hand to Mu Wen throwing out the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand to catch the soft sword that Leng Qing threw at him and returning to the battle circle, the experience between seems to be so much written in words, but in fact, it is only a few seconds in total.

Looking at Leng Qing's side again, the three-foot Qingfeng that Mu Wen threw at Leng Qing did not fly directly at Leng Qing's people, but with a "poof", the sword body was obliquely inserted into the table top of the golden silk nanmu big round table beside Leng Qing, and it was three points into the wood.

Compared with the two, it can be seen that Muwen's accuracy is many times higher than Leng Qing!

However, Xu is Muwen used a heavier force when he threw the sword, and after the tip of the three-foot Qingfeng sword was inserted into the table top of the large round table with golden silk nanmu beside Leng Qing, the cold and shining sword body roared for a while, and the simple and unadorned hilt shook at a speed visible to the naked eye for a while.

However, Leng Qing didn't wait for Mu Wen's three-foot Qingfeng to finish, so she reached out and pulled out the three-foot Qingfeng inserted on the table of the golden silk nanmu big round table beside her.

And almost at the next moment when Leng Qing pulled out the three-foot green peak of Mu Wen, a cold light suddenly flashed in the corner of Leng Qing's eyes.

Completely reflexively, Leng Qing turned the three-foot Qingfeng she was holding in her hand and met the cold light horizontally.

In an instant, Leng Qing only felt that the three-foot Qingfeng in her hand was heavy, and the tip of the sword sank down suddenly, and almost at the same time, the sound of a golden stone clashing came into Leng Qing's ears.

Leng Qing took the opportunity to look sideways, and saw that the tip of the three-foot Qingfeng sword in her hand was resting on the blade of another three-foot Qingfeng, and the blade pressed the three-foot Qingfeng in her hand down by more than two inches, and a little further, the tip of the three-foot Qingfeng sword in her hand was about to touch the table top of the golden silk nanmu large round table.

Moreover, the tip of the three-foot Qingfeng sword that was pressed on the three-foot Qingfeng in Leng Qing's hand pointed straight in the direction of Wang Quan, who was sitting on the main seat behind the large round table of golden silk nanmu, as long as the three-foot Qingfeng was about twenty centimeters forward, it could stab Wang Quan's head!!

Wang Quan, who was sitting on the main seat behind the large round table of golden silk nanmu, looked at the sharp tip of the sword that was only a palm's length away from the tip of his nose, and Wang Quan, who pretended to be stunned, breathed a sigh of relief quietly: ...... It's dangerous, it's dangerous! Miss Leng reacted a little slower just now, he would either give his life to Yan Bo, or his identity would be exposed!

Thinking of this, Wang Quan groaned slightly, suddenly leaned back, and fell to the ground with the round stool under him, and then pretended to be frightened and crawled away from Leng Qing's side.

Hearing the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him, Leng Qing thought that Wang Quan had injured somewhere, and was about to turn around to look, but then he heard a series of footsteps that were moving away quickly.

Can you still run? If you can run, it's fine!

After knowing in her heart that Wang Quan was fine, Leng Qing didn't look back, but looked up at the blade of the three-foot Qingfeng sword that was pressed on the three-foot Qingfeng in her hand...... (To be continued.) )