"Hello Princess. Mo Cong nodded and said hello.

"General Mo, a month ago, the matter of Mofu was in a uproar, I wanted to see General Mo every day, and ask how General Mo defeated the eighteen masters with the strength of one person, and now that General Mo has finally appeared, can you answer it face to face?" Hang Rui looked at Mo Cong with great interest.

"Yes, speaking of this, not only Rui'er is puzzled, but I am also puzzled, two of the eighteen masters are among the top masters in the martial arts of the Rui Kingdom, and the other sixteen are also the top masters who are only slightly inferior, what kind of martial arts did you use to defeat them?" Hang Xiao was also very interested when he heard it.

"This... It is a knife technique that Mo Cong learned when he was chopping firewood in the mountains, and after arriving in the Central Army, Xu Guandao of the Tiger Battalion gave him the name of chopping firewood when he saw it. This kind of knife technique was originally a random chopping and slashing without a discipline, and after the fighting and tempering of thousands of troops and horses on the battlefield, it was even more chaotic and dazzling. Those fellow martial artists should have never seen such a chaotic sword technique, so they didn't know how to deal with it for a while, and the occasion at that time was also considered to be evil and not overpowering good, so they were finally defeated. Mo Cong talked about the origin of his martial arts, implying that he was not fighting alone.

"When you say that, I want to see and know, little Guizi, go and get two wooden knives. Hang Xiao casually instructed the little eunuch next to him.

"Your Majesty's golden body, this ...... Why don't you replace it with someone else? Mo Cong hesitated.

"Well, if you don't care about the monarch and the minister, you can't let go, but it's not good, then I'll let others try. Hang Xiao said with a smile and told the little eunuch to find a few people.

After eating and drinking, the little eunuch came in to report that everyone had arrived, and Hang Xiao asked them to wait outside the Yingwu Hall first, and let the little eunuch serve tea. The three of them drank tea and chatted for a while, and then went to the Yingwu Hall together.

The bright moon shone in the sky, and outside the Yingwu Palace, the eighteen masters named by Hang Xiao gathered. Of these eighteen masters, thirteen of them are first-class guards in Ouchi, and the other five are Hang Xiao's junior disciples. Mo Cong sensed the kung fu situation of these people, the thirteen first-class guards were much more powerful than the four little guys in the house, judging from this, the four little guys in the house should be a third-class guard, and three fourth-class guards. As for Hang Xiao's five junior disciples, they are masters of the same level as Lei Leopard, which is one or two points higher than the first-class guards.

These eighteen people, whether overall or personally, are not as strong as the eighteen masters that day. Mo Cong pondered the strength of these people, thought about the heat for a while, and decided that he could neither behave too badly nor behave too badly.

After everyone's greetings were over, one person distributed a wooden knife and prepared to fight, while Hang Xiao and Hang Rui stood on the several royal steps in front of the Yingwu Hall and watched from the wall.

Mo Cong waved the wooden knife in his hand a few times, and felt that the length and weight were no different from the Swiss army's standard sauber, and even the handle and scabbard were of the same material and specifications, which was obviously used in ordinary times. The blade of the wooden knife is bright silver, and the tip of the blade is coated with a layer of white between liquid and solid, which is supposed to be a mark used to determine whether to win or lose.

"Okay, let's start the competition!" Hang Xiao saw that everyone was ready, so he signaled that he could start.

"Uncles, you must fight hard, Rui'er can't go to see the martial arts conference, this is the martial arts conference in our palace. Hang Rui clapped his hands happily on the imperial steps and said.

"Your Majesty, shall we take turns or together?" asked one of the guards.

"Since Rui'er wants to watch the martial arts conference so much, why don't you take turns first. Hang Xiao felt that the chaotic battle couldn't see the charm of the sword technique, so he asked everyone to come one-on-one first.

A guard stood up and made a move with Mo Cong, and under the moonlight, the wooden knives in the hands of the two emitted a knife light that was no different from a saber, but the sound of the wooden knife breaking through the air was a muffled sound, not the sound of the golden blade breaking through the air like a saber, which sounded a little unfeeling. However, this did not hinder Mo Cong's play at all, he controlled the speed of the chopping wood knife technique, and a wooden knife was wielded in a messy and acceptable range, and after more than 20 moves, a knife slashed the guard to the ground.

The guards who fell to the ground and the onlookers were a little blindsided, this kind of knife technique... Is this a knife technique?

With this doubt, the second guard was also killed by a knife in the center after more than 20 moves. And then the third, the fourth, the fifth...... Until the eighteenth person was defeated, everyone didn't see what Mo Cong's knife technique was, what specific moves there were, but they felt that the knife light was dazzling, and it was getting more and more chaotic, and when it was so chaotic that it was completely impossible to distinguish between east and west, north and south, suddenly the knife flashed and then died.

Hang Xiao and Hang Rui didn't see any clue next to them, Mo Cong's knife technique seemed to be really chopping firewood, but if it wasn't powerful, the eighteen masters were all "dead". After thinking about it for a while, Hang Xiao didn't have a clue, so he had to let everyone go up together and feel the power of Mo Cong's group battle.

"Wait a minute, I want to try. As he spoke, Hang Rui jumped into the circle and took a wooden knife from one of the guards, wanting to try his skills with Mo Cong.

"The princess's daughter, don't try it, right?" Mo Cong hesitated.

"It's okay, this is the martial arts conference, just compete in martial arts, and leave all your identities aside. Hang Rui happily put the knife in his chest and made a starting gesture.

"All right, but it hurts to slash and poke this wooden knife, and the princess should not cry then. Mo Cong said.

"I'm not so squeamish, come on!" Hang Rui said, waving his knife and moving forward.

"Your Majesty, this ......" Mo Cong waved his sword to block and said in embarrassment. It's not that he's afraid of anything else, but he's afraid that he will make it difficult for Hang Xiao to make it difficult for him.

"Rui'er, don't mess around, it's not a trivial matter if the girl's family bumps into a scar, hurry up. Hang Xiao saw Mo Cong's expression and understood Mo Cong's embarrassment, and hurriedly shouted to stop Hang Rui.

"No, I'm going to compare. Hang Rui turned a deaf ear, and just launched an attack on Mo Cong with a knife.

"Well, you...... Lost!" Mo Cong shook the wooden knife in Hang Rui's hand with the tip of his knife, and clicked on Hang Rui's collar like a dragonfly, he couldn't say that you were dead, so he temporarily changed his words and said that you lost.

"I ......" Hang Rui didn't expect that he would be defeated in less than five moves, and he was a little annoyed.

"Come again!" she said unconvinced, cheering up and fighting with Mo Cong.

Mo Cong was also embarrassed to defeat Hang Rui in three moves and two ways, so he had to deal with it for a while, and only after more than thirty moves did he catch a flaw and kill her with a knife.

"The princess's knife technique is exquisite, Mo Cong won by luck, and he accepted it!" Mo Cong put away his knife and hugged his fist, with a tone of rivers and lakes.

"You're really good, okay, let's fight!" Hang Rui didn't count many moves, but he felt that the fight was hearty and exciting, much better than the usual fight with those guards, so he said a word of defeat but still honored, casually threw the wooden knife back to the guard, and turned around.

Mo Cong exhaled and sweated.

When more than a dozen masters saw that the competition was over, they gathered around and started a group battle, and for a while, the sword light flickered and the wind whirred.

"How do you feel after fighting for a long time?" asked Hang Rui while watching the battle.

"It's good, his knife skills are very difficult to resist, and the fight is very exciting. Hang Rui said.

"Silly girl, you patronized the fight, didn't you find out what kind of knife technique he used when he fought with you?" Hang Xiao smiled dumbly.

"Ah, didn't he use the current knife technique?" Hang Rui was surprised.

"He used the saber thirteen style, and you still played table tennis for a long time, you shouldn't even know how many tricks you have made with someone, right?" Hang Xiao sighed and smiled.

"I haven't counted many moves, what's the matter, has my father counted?" asked Hang Rui.

"Thirty-nine moves, that is... Three times the saber thirteen style. Hang Xiao said.

Hang Rui suddenly felt a little like crying.

"Don't you usually look down on the thirteen styles of the saber, I think this set of sword techniques handed down by our ancestors is too superficial, and there are no subtle moves, now you know that it is powerful, right? Okay, just know that it is insufficient, don't cry, hurry up and watch them fight, if you miss the opportunity, you won't see it." Hang Xiao patted Hang Rui's shoulder as she spoke, asking her to focus on Mo Cong's fight with the eighteen masters.

Mo Cong in the field was extremely embarrassed and entangled, it was not difficult to defeat these people, the key was that the heat was not easy to master, how many moves to defeat, whether he should be injured or not, whether he would defeat a few or even if he had to defeat them all, these questions were flowing in his mind.

Although the eighteen masters are not as powerful as the masters of that day, they are also top masters, the most powerful one is about the same level as Lei Leopard, and the worst one is also similar to Tan Xingyu, they teamed up to deal with Mo Cong, plus they usually have a very tacit cooperation, and it is really difficult to resist the staggered attack and defense for a while. Mo Cong waved a wooden knife in his hand, his body flickered and moved, and while guarding the portal, he looked for a gap to counterattack, dozens of moves passed, and white marks appeared on the eighteen masters one after another, and Mo Cong also had some white marks on his body, but the number was very small and most of them were not vital parts, even if there were one or two vital parts, they were slight punctures, and in the real situation, they were slight injuries that pierced the skin.

Hang Xiao called the names of the three people and asked them to withdraw, if the white marks on the three of them were cut with a real knife, they would be prostrate from the light bleeding, and it would be impossible to have the strength to fight again.

As soon as the three of them went, Mo Cong began to fight and look for various opportunities to break through, at this time, the rhythm of the battle situation was obviously in Mo Cong's hands, and many people's split and combined attacks were just wanted to be disrupted by Mo Cong's flash, and he slanted from the back flank and beat a group of people into a mess. When it was in a mess, Mo Cong used his fists, feet, knees, elbows and knives together, knocked over one or two people in three moves and two styles, and then leaned over to avoid looking for the next opportunity. In the end, all the eighteen masters finally fell to the ground, some pretending to be hacked to death, and some were knocked down by fists and kicks and really couldn't get up.