Hua Feihua really wanted to tell Yan Murong that he was not blind, and that he had no weapon in either eye.

Yan Murong wore a suit with a casual stand-up collar shirt underneath, not as old-fashioned as a traditional shirt - at least it wouldn't make him too restrained when he was fighting desperately with others.

With such a sound, can you take a knife out of your bosom?

A knife may not be possible, but pulling out a dagger is okay.

"Keep your eyes wide - oh no, the guy surnamed Hua, keep your eyes open and see if I have any weapons."

After speaking, Yan Murong took off his suit jacket, and then threw it casually, and after making a hunting sound in the wind, the suit jacket was accurately hung on the rearview mirror of Xue Wen's Audi - and then, Yan Murong began to untie his belt.

Yan Murong is not a pervert, nor does he have the habit of exposing himself on the street, let alone untying his clothes at such a time - he is not untying a belt, but a soft sword in a belt.

"Uhhh

With one hand lightly, the silver light flashed.

"Hum—"

Because Yan Murong's movements were too fast, the moment the soft sword was pulled out, it let out a tremble, and the sword body also let out a hiss, as if he couldn't wait to kill the enemy and drink blood.

"What a beautiful sword!"

Xue Wen, who was sitting in the car, exclaimed in surprise when she looked at the soft sword that was shining with dazzling cold light under the street lamp at the moment when Yan Murong drew her sword.

This man said that he had a sword that hadn't seen blood in thirty years, and it should be this one, right?

Yes, the soft sword that Yan Murong pulled out of the belt was the famous Xue Yan of Jinghua thirty years ago, when he was in the Western restaurant, when Xue Wen reported to Chang Xiaopeng by going to the bathroom, Yan Murong sent a text message, and five minutes later, the little snake had already delivered the sword to him.

The blade of this sword is a meter and two meters long, the blade is made of special materials, and the entire blade is shining with a dazzling silver light.

"What a beautiful sword!"

This was Hua Feihua's thoughts at this time, the moment he pulled out his sword from Yan Murong, his two eyes were immediately attracted.

He is a person who practices martial arts, and he has a great interest in weapons, and when he sees Yan Murong's sword, he knows that it is not an ordinary product, and the boss with two eyes is staring, and his eyes are full of greedy light.

"Good boy, you actually use a soft sword." Hua Feihua laughed, pulled out a pair of double hooks from her back, and said. "Haha, today the old man just tested whether you are qualified to use this sword, if you lose, then I will collect this sword for you."

"The beauty you think." Yan Murong sneered disdainfully, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword body that was still soft just now became straight.

"Yes, the realm of internal qi is not low, but it is too young." Hua Feihua nodded and said indifferently to the spear in his hand. "Senior Brother Ran, since your eyes are inconvenient, let me come this time."

The words fell, and Hua Feihua's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

In fact, to put it bluntly, Hua Feihua is just a normal person, not a superman who changes clothes in a phone booth on the side of the road, but his speed is too fast, and it has exceeded the speed limit of normal people, so ordinary people can't see his trajectory, and can only think that this guy can teleport.

Seeing Hua Feihua's figure, Yan Murong was also shocked in his heart, and his expression became solemn, Rao is him, and he can only barely see a black shadow.

"Ding-"

At the moment when the double hooks fell, Yan Murong quickly retreated, and the sword in his hand swung out, colliding with the double hooks in Hua Feihua's hand, making a crisp sound, and then bringing up some sparks.

"It's kind of interesting."

Hua Feihua stopped, stood still not far in front of Yan Murong, looked at the snow in Yan Murong's hand, and said with a satisfied face. "Yes, yes, this sword is really good, it can be hard and soft, this is the sword used by the big husband."

Can it be hard or soft?

Yan Murong was evil in an instant-the one that can be hard and soft is not called a sword, it is called a chicken~chicken.

However, Yan Murong was not in the mood to give this old guy a physiology lecture now, as if he hadn't heard his words, his steps paused slightly, and the whole person turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Hua Feihua.

"It's too slow." Hua Feihua let out a disdainful voice, and the double hook in his hand was quickly raised, and just when Yan Murong's sword was about to cut his throat, the double hook had already blocked this sharp attack.

"Ding Ding Ding-"

A series of metal collision sounds are endless, sparks splash everywhere, indifferent is blind, naturally can't see the moves of the two, but Xue Wen sitting in the car is not blind, but she can only see two black shadows constantly flashing, jumping, if it weren't for the black shadow from time to time to send out a burst of sparks from the collision of swords and double hooks, she would think that this is a supernatural event.

"That's amazing!" Xue Wen's delicate little mouth was the eldest of the two black shadows, and he looked at the two black shadows with an incredulous expression and thought.

"Yes, yes, I can force the old man to use fifty percent of his strength."

From the dark shadows came the flat voice of Hua Feihua.

"It seems that you are indeed unworthy of this sword."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Murong felt that the sword in his hand suddenly tightened, and when he looked in the direction of the sword body, he found that the double hook in Hua Feihua's hand had already twisted the sword body, and two thin threads like silk suddenly appeared on the double hook, tightly winding the sword body like fish intestines.

"Want to take my sword? Go back and raise your pillow and dream about it. ”

Yan Murong snorted coldly, and with a flick of his wrist, the javelin-like sword body that was still standing just now suddenly softened, and at the same time, an internal qi poured into the sword body along the hilt.

"Shhhh

The two thin lines that wrapped around the sword body broke in response, and Yan Murong also drew the sword, and then, the soft sword was like a leather whip, making a crisp sound of breaking the air, and pulled towards Hua Feihua.

"A sharp sword, a strong internal strength." Hua Feihua shouted coldly. "Boy, the old man only made a move with you because he saw you, and he actually hid his strength."

"Get out of the way, you look down on me, I look down on you." Yan Murong didn't suffer at all, and while he opened his mouth to curse, the soft sword slashed towards Hua Feihua's throat. As long as you wrap around the other party's neck, then pull it gently, and the other party's head will be separated from the body.

Of course, Hua Feihua knew what was going on, and her body was slightly on one side, and her double hooks were on both sides of her neck.

"It's stupid." Yan Murong sneered, and as soon as his wrist flipped, the soft sword changed from a sweep to a straight split.

Hua Feihua was so shocked that she didn't have time to retreat, so she could only hold her double hook to meet her to resist Yan Murong's sharp slash.

"It's stupid." Yan Murong smiled even happier.

"Ding-" This is the sound of the sword body colliding with the double hook.

"Shhh

PS: Hurry up, hurry up, finally rushed out before twelve o'clock.