The night is deep, and the crescent moon is like a hook.

A little light shone through the inn's room, spilling over the courtyard outside.

Everyone in the courtyard could see clearly that the girl in the green shirt was holding a thin gray-yellow hemp rope, not a sharp sword.

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned, and said with a smile: "Miss Zhao, your sword, could it be this soft rope?" However, I have already agreed to come down. ”

Of course, there are many strange weapons on the rivers and lakes, and Lu Xiaofeng has seen many of them, but like ropes, weapons that are not lethal in themselves are the first time he has seen them.

However, most of the time, when others wanted to try whether the Lingxi finger could clamp their weapons, they used the technique of sneak attack, and only a few people like Zhao Qing spoke out in advance.

Those who do this either have a good character that does not make dangerous jokes about strangers, or they have strong self-confidence beyond ordinary people.

No matter which of these two points, Lu Xiaofeng is willing to take this trick and make this friend.

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Hearing Lu Xiaofeng's questioning, Zhao Qing just smiled faintly.

The string in her hand was originally curved and soft, but now it slowly became straight, like a slender pole.

This technique of forcing the thin soft rope with internal force is very amazing, and it is somewhat similar to the practice of "turning a whip into a gun" to a high and profound realm.

Looking at the rivers and lakes, the one who can do this is at least a real first-class master.

But in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes, this is not a superb skill.

Among his friends, even if he is not counting the top two swordsmen in the world, Ximen Blowing Snow, in the eyes of ordinary Jianghu people, Hua Manlou, Sikong Xingxing, Jin Jiuling, honest monk and others can already be regarded as top masters, much higher than ordinary first-class masters.

Despite this, Lu Xiaofeng's eyes still had a little more solemnity.

This is out of respect for the young masters.

Lu Xiaofeng has always understood a truth: in many cases, as long as there is a little more respect, many conflicts and resentments can be resolved.

Mr. Fan Da, who was leisurely smoking dry cigarettes, also changed his face.

But what he was thinking in his heart was very different from Lu Xiaofeng.

On the way to the inn where Mr. Fan Da was, no matter how many times the speed of his light skills changed, Zhao Qing always followed closely behind him, not half a step behind.

Mr. Fan Da can be sure that the other party's light skills are definitely ranked in the forefront of the world, and he is his fellow senior brother, who has been famous for 30 years and is a hero who shocks the pass with a pair of iron palms, and he is also quite inferior.

Such a master found Lu Xiaofeng, and if he wanted to compete with him, no matter whether he won or lost, it would affect the duel between Huo Tianqing and Lu Xiaofeng at sunrise tomorrow.

This time they came to visit, although the people of the Heavenly Bird Gate came to make Lu Xiaofeng give up the duel and take the initiative to leave, they did not want other people to help them achieve this goal.

With the great grace of their teacher, since they decided to do it, they would not let others take the lead.

But before he could stop it, he heard Zhao Qing's calm voice: "I practice swords, so I make everything a sword." ”

Although it is a slender and soft hemp rope, it is still a sword? A rope sword?

Zhao Qing's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the rope sword in his hand had begun to slowly move forward.

There is no brilliant sword light that captures people's hearts, there is no fierce sword wind that rages endlessly, and there are no endless changes in sword moves, just stabbing forward smoothly.

If you don't pay attention, most people will think that it is just a wooden pole that is played like a toy.

"Lu Xiaofeng, don't underestimate her sword!" Suddenly, a gentle and peaceful voice sounded behind Lu Xiaofeng.

No matter what time it is, Hua Manlou's tone is always as soft as the twilight breeze.

Just like his love for flowers and life, it has become his habit.

In the middle of a breath, Ben sat quietly in the room and listened to the flowers, and suddenly sensed the sharpness spreading from the outside.

It was an already restrained sword aura, and the last time he saw it was the day he met Ximen Fuxue in Wanmei Villa.

Lu Xiaofeng blinked, a little puzzled by Hua Manlou's judgment.

It's not that he doesn't believe Hua Manlou's reminder, but the other party's age seems to be just over half of his, even if he starts practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, how much skill can he have?

Even if her talent is comparable to Ximen Blowing Snow, who learned swords at the age of seven and succeeded in seven years, Lu Xiaofeng also has the certainty of victory.

Except for the five or six people who have really reached the peak of martial arts today, Lu Xiaofeng has very few opponents who cannot be defeated.

In fact, apart from himself, there is hardly a second person in the world who knows what his martial arts really are.

But Lu Xiaofeng quickly understood the meaning of Hua Manlou's words.

In an instant, the speed of the rope sword in Zhao Qing's hand increased by a hundred times, and a sound that tore through the air erupted,

It turned out that her movements were only used to wake up before, and now her sword was just unsheathed.

Lu Xiaofeng finally understood that there was a world of difference in martial arts between a person who can use a rope as a stick and a person who can use a thin rope as a sword.

His pupils contracted sharply, and although it was just a thin rope in front of him, the threat he brought to himself was no less than the sharpest sword in the world.

The edge of this sword seems to be more terrifying than Simon's sword blowing snow, and no one in the world seems to be able to resist this sword.

Lu Xiaofeng can't resist either, and he can't resist at all. His toes touched the ground, and the man began to retreat. In this moment, two of his fingers were already caught in the stabbing rope sword.

In less than an instant, the rope sword and fingers had each performed dozens of subtle changes.

No one can describe the dexterity and speed with which he pinched his fingers, and if it weren't for someone who saw it, he couldn't even believe it.

It is said that Lu Xiaofeng's two fingers have completely communicated with his mind, and he no longer knows how many murderous weapons in the hands of the top martial arts masters have been broken, and he no longer knows how many times he has been saved.

His fingers did grip Zhao Qing's sword, clamping it in the middle of the rope sword.

But only half of it was clamped.

Lu Xiaofeng could only clamp the "sword body" of the rope sword, but it was too late to use more internal force to cut off the internal force contained in the "sword body".

Therefore, when the first half of the rope sword was bent and folded back, and the two fingers that held the "sword body" were firmly "clamped", he could only watch, and there was no room for resistance.

Lu Xiaofeng's spirit finger finally met the weapon he couldn't hold.

His face had turned pale.

It's not because Lu Xiaofeng has encountered an unprecedented setback, nor is it because he is jealous that there are rising stars in the martial arts who have surpassed his "older generation".

It's just that his spirit rhino finger failed to cut off Zhao Qing's internal force, but she cut off the internal force with a rope instead.

Because Lu Xiaofeng had just concentrated the internal force of his whole body on two fingers, after his internal force was suddenly blocked, the qi and blood in his body were not smooth for a while, and it took a while to recover.

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