"Why?" Bai Moyin chuckled, as if he thought this question was very ridiculous, "Then why do you say that the people from the Shuangyan Dart Bureau are here?" ”

Cen Kexuan suddenly realized: "It seems that the Linglang Sword is not shallow in attracting them. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Such a major matter as the Shuangyan Dart Bureau can be put on hold for the time being and rushed to the Lin family, let alone others." It's just that if you say this, could it be that they all know the reputation of this sword today? Thinking of this, she suddenly said, "Did Bai Gongzi know about this before?" "If everyone really knows it, then once the name of the Linglang Sword comes out, it should definitely not be just this scale.

"I wasn't sure." Bai Moyin denied it calmly, glanced at her slightly, and said quite meaningfully: "The Linglang Sword, one of the seven famous swords, was born, if it weren't for the Lin family's constant silence, today's battle is probably far from this." "Those people rushed to the Lin family ancestral hall, those who were thousands of miles away, and those who were in charge of important things, all of which were just a matter of words, and they couldn't be sure.

"Even such vague information still attracts countless people." He smiled slightly, "The charm of the famous sword can be seen from this. "And the really most famous one, but hidden deep in the corner of Yujing Villa, no one dared to covet it too much for many years, which is really interesting.

Cen Kexuan clapped his hands and said, "The one surnamed Huo must be unwilling because he lost the game in the ring, so he will find another way!" "As for the other method, I don't need to talk about it for now.

If you can't beat it, you can steal it, such a disregard for morality makes Cen Kexuan as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

"It's just their methods, it's really despicable." Cen Kexuan added with an awkward face, no matter what, Huo Xinqi was also her upright opponent, but he became a thief in the blink of an eye, which was really difficult for her to accept for a while.

"There are countless people who will do whatever it takes to achieve their ends, and there is nothing wrong with that." Bai Moyin said very disappreciably, and there seemed to be some mockery in his eyes.

Cen Kexuan interrupted him with great disapproval: "People say that thieves have a way, even if you have a great reason, you shouldn't-" The hurried words stopped instantly, and she suddenly realized her rudeness and recklessness, and after realizing it, she swallowed all the words in her stomach and died down.

"Why didn't you say it?" Bai Moyin looked at her with a smile.

"I'm talking nonsense, there's nothing more to say." She prevaricated.

Bai Moyin looked at her for a while before he said in a low voice: "Maybe you're right." Cen Kexuan let out a confused "huh", raised his head, but saw that he had already shifted his gaze, stretched out his hand and pointed to the hidden woods in front of him, and continued: "If they steal the sword, they will definitely not come to the official road, so they can only go along the path that turns south to southeast." The terrain is complex, and there are many trails that are unknown to others. ”

"You're saying we can use the terrain to predict the direction of their escape?"

Bai Moyin nodded and said with a smile: "We came out from the east, took a shortcut to the past, and could intercept them in front of them." He said very simply and easily, but his eyes gradually deepened - what he said was indeed true, but he did not tell her that the Huo brothers and sisters would have to pass through who belonged and what kind of trouble they would encounter when they went all the way. Perhaps, the Huo family and the others will not be able to come back alive. They chose this path to escape, which they had never thought of in detail.

Cen Kexuan listened to him easily, his face was happy, and he said, "I see." Then let's rush over now, won't we wait for them to fall into the net? She turned over on her horse, her movements were neat, and she was greeted by a gentle breeze, blowing green silk flying, which swept away the previous low and nervous mood. Bai Moyin supported her slightly, and after she sat down, she patted the horse's back and said with a smile: "But that sword, we can't have it now." ”

"Why?" If you don't want a sword, what are you chasing for? Cen Kexuan was very puzzled, but saw that Bai Moyin was still smiling, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he didn't answer her anymore. She didn't give up this time, but asked very persistently: "You say, why?" ”

"Is it because of Bai Jingfeng?" She speculated curiously, "Are you afraid he will be upset?" ”

"Of course not." He looked at her amusedly, as if he thought her thoughts were very interesting, and opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped. He had been leading the horse for her, but now he stepped back a little, tilted his head to listen carefully, and the whole forest became more and more silent, only the sound of the wind came, blowing him in white clothes and fluttering. After a while, he finally raised his eyebrows invisibly, and sighed with a helpless look: "I'm afraid it will take some time again." ”

Cen Kexuan was puzzled: "What does Bai Gongzi mean by this?" As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of horses' hooves began in the forest, but in a moment, it became clearer and clearer, and a swift figure flew past them, stopping in front of them, standing like a sword, as strong as a poplar in the desert.

Cen Kexuan was shocked: "Who are you?" The man was dressed in black, holding a sword in both hands, and raised his head but did not look at her, but stared at Bai Moyin. He seemed to be staring at an opponent for many years, his eyes were clear, and his words were loud: "I heard that your martial arts are the first in the Central Plains, so I specially came to ask for advice." His words were slow, every word sonorous and powerful, and his eyes were persistent and determined.

Be concise and purposeful.

This person's dress is quite different from that of the Central Plains, the dark inky clothes are dusty and cold, and can even be called simple, while the tight belt and flat placket show the person's meticulous and cautious character. He is another Fusang swordsman in the Lin family ancestral hall who has never made a move.

But it was clear that the Linglang Sword was not his purpose.

"I'm not good at using swords, if you want to test your swordsmanship, then obviously you're looking for the wrong person." Bai Moyin bowed slightly, and responded unexpectedly, as if he was planning to leave. The man only narrowed his eyes for a moment, and then suddenly drew his sword and attacked. His speed was extremely fast, like a lightning bolt crossing the blue sky, so frightened that Cen Kexuan screamed, and the next moment his body tightened, and he was already hugged by Bai Moyin and jumped aside.

The tip of the sword came as swift as the wind, as fast as lightning, and brushed her hair, and cut off a strand of her soft green silk, if it was half a minute slower, I am afraid it would be more than that. She was trembling and didn't say a word, but Bai Moyin had already pulled her body, looked her up and down, and asked, "Are you hurt?" She shook her head blankly, still in shock. Looking up, he saw that the person who came had a cold face, without any guilt, and his heart was on fire, and he finally couldn't help but say: "Why are you like this, we have something to do now, and we don't have time to entangle with you many times!" ”

The Fusang swordsman was not moved, and retracted his sword momentum and said word by word: "I just want to compete with him to see if he can afford the title of the first martial arts in the Central Plains." ”

"It's ridiculous! Bai Gongzi doesn't need others to judge at will, and it won't be your turn to say it if you can afford it or not. What's more, we simply don't have time these days. After she finished speaking in one breath, it was rare to be a little out of breath, and she was secretly scolding in her heart that she must have been angry, but she only got the person to glance at her coldly, but Cen Kexuan trembled with fright, and didn't dare to speak out anymore.

Cen Kexuan didn't speak, and for a while he seemed a little silent, in the quiet and bleak dense forest, with some solemn aura.

Finally, Bai Moyin pushed her away slightly, and Xu realized that this person's persistence was not easy to dismiss, so he stretched out one hand and responded loudly: "Okay, since you insist on competing with me, then I can only do my best." The man looked him up and down and wondered, "Where is your sword?" Bai Moyin said: "If the sword is in the heart, there is no need to use the sword." There was an awe-inspiring temperament between his eyebrows and eyes.

When Cen Kexuan heard him say this, she suddenly remembered that in the past, he taught herself martial arts, and he had never used a sword, which made her flustered and did not dare to use all her strength. Now it seems that those worries are really ridiculous, especially after his guidance, she feels more and more that she has a shallow foundation. What is a sword, what is martial arts, she is in the most amateur situation, she knows some mental moves, all of them are superficial, but she is far from truly understanding martial arts and creating her own martial arts.

The so-called sword in the heart, no need to use the sword, is nothing more than a fantasy for her.

The Fusang swordsman didn't seem to approve either, he crossed the long sword in his hand, pulled it out little by little, held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, stretched out two fingers in his left hand, and walked horizontally along the sharp blade, which was an extremely slow and solemn movement, and his voice was as cold as iron: "This sword is very famous in my country, and countless people have given their lives to get it. Saying this, he suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were like wolves in the night: "If you don't fight me with a sword, you will not only despise me, but also despise it." ”

Cen Kexuan looked at the sword in amazement, it was dark and shiny, it was very frightening, it was indeed not an ordinary mortal, but he didn't know that there was such a origin. However, it is true that they have not brought a sword with them now, and this man has stopped them and said nothing, and he has done some problems, which is really annoying! Cen Kexuan was about to take the opportunity to open his mouth to block him, but when he heard Bai Moyin chuckle, he suddenly flew up, waved his long sleeves, and held a branch in his hand: "The sword is already in hand, make a move!" ”

The Fuso swordsman pursed his lips tightly and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. Swordsmanship competitions are often won between one move, some people fight for a long time, and some people kill people with one move. He is conceited that his swordsmanship is fast, ruthless, and absolutely important, but the other party says that he is not good at using swords, and what kind of kung fu is he using? A bamboo branch may be useless in the hands of ordinary people, but he knows that in Bai Moyin's hands, it may become a sharp weapon for killing.

The long sword was unsheathed, the sword light was cold, a cyan bamboo branch, a person dressed in white, the originally fierce and deadly sword moves, one move at a time, but it was easily resolved by an ordinary bamboo branch one by one. The Fuso swordsman took two steps back, clenched the hilt of his sword again, and took a deep breath. "This is the end of the temptation." He secretly said in his heart: "The next moment, he will definitely take the other party's life." He closed his eyes, condensed all his essence, and the moment he opened them again, his eyes were already full of coldness. The long sword is as fast as lightning in the air, and it hits the opponent's eyebrows.

The moment he draws his sword, he takes the opponent's life, this is his usual practice, as long as he is fast enough, the decisive victory will be in an instant.

Either life or death.

Bai Moyin was dressed in white, standing quietly in place, his eyebrows were indifferent, how could a bamboo branch resist the sharp weapon made by his dark iron? Cen Kexuan covered her mouth, her heart was beating with fright, seeing that the blade was about to touch his eyebrows, she almost screamed, and the next moment, everything came to an abrupt end.

The Fusang swordsman looked at the little blood on his neck, his palms trembled, revealing a look of disbelief: "You ......"

Bai Moyin's hand holding the bamboo branch stepped back slightly, and a trace of blood flowed from the other party's neck, flowing down the neck into the placket, dyeing the white undershirt red. He threw away the bamboo branch and said lightly: "If I weigh one more point, you will already be dead." At the first move, he had already been subdued, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground due to weakness.

"Why?" The man asked, stretching out his hand to wipe his neck, the blood-red marks that made him still not recover.

Bai Moyin looked at him quietly and said unhurriedly: "Then why are you hesitating?" Your hesitation gave me plenty of time to fight back, even if only in a moment. In the silent dense forest, only Bai Moyin's voice as light as water echoed: "I'm not good at using a sword, but that doesn't mean I can't use it." After he finished speaking, he turned over his horse and took Cen Kexuan away.

Only the Fuso swordsman was left standing in the woods, muttering, "A moment of hesitation? ”

What he didn't know was that even if he didn't have that half of the hesitation, Bai Moyin could still use enough internal force to shake him away, the reason why he was so bold was not because he was like a god, but because he had more dependence, anyone, no matter how indifferent he behaved, except for those who deceived himself, he just knew it in his heart and relied on it.

The so-called Mo Yin's son is the same. (To be continued.) )