Chapter 31: Strike again

"Have you ever fought against Ink Pool?"

"I fought him twice. ”

"Did he draw his sword when you fought him?"

"Nope. ”

"You're in luck. ”

"Why?"

"Because it seems to me that the time when the ink pours out the sword is the closest a person can get to death. ”

"Is his sword really that powerful?"

"His sword is naturally powerful, otherwise it would not have been possible to defeat me. But his man was far sharper and more terrifying than his sword. ”

"I don't understand. ”

"You should understand that when he draws his sword, it also means that he will look at your opponent, and he is a man who never shows mercy to his opponent. ”

This is a conversation between Qiao Feng and Gu Mozhi, Qiao Feng understands that Mo Dump Chi's sword is terrible, but he didn't think that Mo Dump Chi's sword is so terrifying, when he saw Mo Tilt Chi sneering and holding the sword, the sword was already out of the sheath, the sword light waved, 'brush', and the three swords had been stabbed out in an instant.

These three swords are not only very fast and urgent, but the parts stabbed are all Qiao Feng's key points, the three swords are very accurate to the three key points, the angle is very tricky, and the speed is as fast as a spirit snake, these three swords are definitely not the pinnacle of swordsmanship in Qiao Feng's opinion, but they are definitely the first class fierce and vicious sword moves in the sky and the earth.

In an instant, the sword had already swept to his chest, killing him with one move, what a fierce and vicious swordsmanship!

The chill around was heavier, and the killing intent was even stronger, and Sima Lin, Hai Fengzi, and the maid Mingjing, who had already withdrawn from the house three or four meters away, could still feel the fierceness and coldness circulating on the tip of the sword.

Sima Lin and Hai Fengzi both held their breath, staring at the sword of the Ink Dumping Pool and stabbing Qiao Feng's chest with wide eyes, they almost thought that the Ink Dumping Pool would kill Qiao Feng in the next moment, because the Ink Dumping Pool's sword was only three inches away from Qiao Feng, if Qiao Feng was not Qiao Feng, then Qiao Feng would already be dead, if Qiao Feng was distracted for half a moment before the Ink Dumping Pool drew his sword, Qiao Feng would also be dead.

When Mo Dump Chi's sword was about to take his life, Qiao Feng gathered all his strength to strike a blow [Kang Long has regrets], and the vast palm strength was enough to bounce off Ink Dump Chi's sword, Qiao Feng took three steps back, and the person was almost at the door, and said: "Why did Brother Mo suddenly draw his sword, are you afraid that some secrets will be revealed?" Everyone has anger, and Qiao Feng is the same, seeing Mo Dumping Chi do it, Qiao Feng's face suddenly turned cold, he has decided to teach Mo Dump Chi a lesson.

He had just said twenty-one words, and he said them quickly, but Mo Dump Chi had already stabbed out twenty-four swords, and the sword momentum was even more ruthless, more poisonous, and full of chilling killing intent to kill.

At this moment, Qiao Feng found that he shouldn't have talked to Mo Dump Chi, and that was the moment he spoke to Ink Dump Chi just now, he was distracted in an instant, causing Ink Tilt Chi to occupy a terrible lead, he could block the three swords of Ink Dumping Chi with strong internal force, but if he used the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending Dragon to deal with the twenty-four swords issued by the Ink Tilt Pool, which accumulated internal force and momentum, Qiao Feng was not at all sure, so he could only slap out two palms and then retreat back.

He has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for many years, since he practiced the supreme stunt of the beggar gang to descend the dragon eighteen palms, no one in the world has forced him back, Mo Dump Chi is the first, at this moment when Qiao Feng retreated, he finally understood the meaning of Gu Mozhi's words: Only when you face the sword of the Ink Dumping Pool do you know how terrible the Ink Dumping Pool is.

At this moment, he was facing Mo Dump Chi's sword, and only the slightest mistake caused him to have to retreat, and at the same time, Qiao Feng also understood that this step of retreat was not the whole end, although he could avoid these twenty-four swords, but the next wave of attacks would be even more powerful than this wave of attacks.

There was a cold wind blowing in the room, blowing on the faces of Qiao Feng and Mo Tingchi, the wind was very strong, but the seats in the room did not shake at all, and only two people and a sword moved.

The surroundings were as quiet as ghosts, but Qiao Fengmo's pouring pool was like a lightning ghost fighting with the room.

As Qiao Feng expected, although he coped with the flaw in his words just now, Mo Tingchi took advantage of that opportunity to expand his advantage like a snowball, twenty-four swords pierced the air, sword light flew, and Mo Tingchi actually stabbed out thirty-six swords, each sword was more ruthless and poisonous than before, at this moment Mo Tingchi was like a killer who killed without blinking, his purpose was just to kill Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng turned around on the spot and used the dragon capture skill to deal with the swordsmanship of the ink pouring pool. He could have dodged, but he couldn't, because he knew that with his body, he could dodge five times at most, and after five times, Mo Dump Chi's fast, urgent, and fierce sword stabbed him, and he would never be able to dodge again, but the power was definitely double or even several times higher than now.

What a terrifying swordsman!

Qiao Feng sighed in his heart, and used the dragon capture skill to face the ink pouring pool.

Dragon Capture Gong is a hundred years lost magic skill of the Beggars, although the secret book is there, no one has been successful in practicing it, knowing that Qiao Feng appeared to practice Dragon Capture Gong. The dragon capture skill is extraordinary, not only can it shoot objects in the air, but it is also the nemesis of the blade, so at this moment, Qiao Feng uses the dragon capture skill to fight with the ink pouring pool, so as not to expand the advantage of the ink pouring pool again.

Bang bang bang!

With a series of sounds, Qiao Feng used both hands to grasp the dragon skill and collided head-on with Mo Dump Chi's sword. The collision of fingers and swords made the sound of weapons colliding with weapons.

After the confrontation, both of them took two steps back, Qiao Feng had already withdrawn from the house, and Mo Tingchi had also put his sword into the sheath.

The power of the three-foot green edge can be seen.

Mo Tianchi looked at Qiao Feng coldly, and said: "Thirty-five times, it is very good that you can block my thirty-five swords in a hurry, the dragon capture skill is really extraordinary, but it is a pity that you still did not block the last sword, so it is absolutely impossible for you to block my next shot, and it is difficult for you to have a chance to turn defeat into victory." ”

Thirty-six swords only blocked thirty-five swords.

Except for Qiao Feng, no one knew that the Qingcheng faction, the disciples of the Penglai faction, Sima Lin and Hai Fengzi, who were famous for their swordsmanship, did not see clearly how many swords Mo Dump Chi had produced, let alone how many swords Qiao Feng had blocked.

Sima Lin and Hai Fengzi couldn't help but sigh lightly in their hearts: "It seems that the rumors in the rivers and lakes are really true, if Mo Dumping Pool draws his sword, Qiao Feng may not be able to defeat Ink Dumping Pond." ”

Thirty-six swords, the thirty-six swords attacked by Mo Dump Chi, each sword pointed at Qiao Feng fatally, although Qiao Feng used his internal strength to protect his body and blocked Mo Dump Chi's thirty-five swords with dragon grabbing skills, but the thirty-six swords still hit Qiao Feng's fatal place.

The last sword ink poured into the pool was originally intended to sweep diagonally towards Qiao Feng's chest, and a sword pierced down, but Qiao Feng's hands blocked part of it, so the sword left a mark on his wrist, a very shallow, but very deadly mark.

This sword hit the meridians on the wrist!

The meridians are the foundation of martial arts, and any injury that involves the meridians can be large or small, not to mention that the wrists and the meridians on the feet are the same, they are all the places that affect the whole body.

Qiao Feng's most proud stunt in his life was the Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending, one of the two great divine skills of the Beggar Gang, and the wrist meridians were damaged, which was tantamount to Qiao Feng naturally being affected when he used the Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending.

Qiao Feng knew that he was already at a disadvantage, and this disadvantage was caused by his own hands, but Qiao Feng did not panic or be annoyed at all, he just looked at Mo Dump Chi with a very calm and even curious look, and said: "Since you already know, why don't you make a move?" This is the best chance for you to kill me." ”

"This is my best chance to kill you, and there is no doubt that you will definitely die at my hands if I want to, and I will not be able to do that at best, but I can't do that. Mo Dump Chi didn't mean to move his sword at all, and said very calmly.

The chill in the room gradually dispersed, and the chill gathered because of the ink pool, and it dispersed because of the ink pool.

"Why?" Qiao Feng didn't understand.

Mo Dump Chi looked at Qiao Feng with very calm and cold eyes, and said slowly: "If I had to kill everyone in the world who secretly followed me, now I am afraid that I have killed at least seven or eight hundred people, and I have at least made thousands or even tens of thousands of enemies, I have never easily caused trouble for myself, so I never kill people easily." ”

Qiao Feng's eyes lit up, he stared at Mo Dumping Chi with wide eyes, and said, "Therefore, Mr. Spiegel's death has nothing to do with you. ”

Mo Tianchi smiled, he was too lazy to talk to Qiao Feng anymore: "I hope you are not beating my mind when you ask me for a drink next time, so I'm afraid that I can't help but let you sleep on the wine table forever." "Say goodbye to the ink and leave.

Mo Dumping Chi didn't have the intention of killing Qiao Feng, he was just teaching Qiao Feng some lessons, but Qiao Feng was unwilling to let him leave, now Qiao Feng's mind was foggy, he didn't know what was going on at all, but when he was about to stop Ink Dumping Pool, someone stopped him.

It was none other than Sima Lin, Hai Fengzi and the maid of Mo Dumping Pond who stopped Qiao Feng.

The three of them couldn't stop Qiao Feng, but when they took out Mr. Spiegel from the grass, Qiao Feng understood, Mr. Spiegel was not gone, let alone dead, he was still alive and well, as for the reason, Qiao Feng probably understood a little when he saw the maid Spiegel.

Mr. Spiegel died because of his granddaughter Spiegel, and his granddaughter Spiegel was the maid of Ink Dumping Pond, so Mr. Der Spiegel's death was for Ink Dumping Pond, and what did Ink Dumping Pond let Mr. Mirror fake his death for? Is it just to warn him?

For the first time, Qiao Feng found that in addition to his master Wang Jiantong, there was another person he couldn't understand, and it was a young man of the same age as him.

Chaohua, Xi Shi and Ye Erniang stayed together, and Mingjing was with Sima Lin, Haifengzi and others, and when Mo Tingchi left Mr. Mingjing's room, there was only Nuan Yu at the door.

"Nuan Yu, what would you do if you encountered something that you didn't want to do but couldn't help but do?" said Mo Tingchi on the way, looking at the maid beside him with a gentle smile.

Although the name is Nuan Yu, Nuan Yu, who has inherited the cold and unsentimental side of Mo Dump Chi, shook his head and said, "Nuan Yu will not encounter this kind of thing." ”

Mo Tingchi asked curiously, "Why?"

Nuan Yu said: "Can't help but do things itself means what you want to do, and unwillingness just means that you are unwilling to give up what you have in your hands, Childe, you once said that if you get anything, you must pay, but what you get is not what you want, and what you pay is not the difference that you are willing to give up." ”

Mo Tianchi's eyes gradually brightened, he was silent for a long time without speaking, on the street he glanced in the direction of Shaomu Mountain, and sighed: "Everyone understands the truth, but few people can do it, the reason is why? It's just that human nature is greedy, and if you want to get it but are unwilling to pay, you will achieve nothing after all." Nuan Yu, you are right, I shouldn't have hesitated, tomorrow you will return to Wen Yi Longyuan, it's time to start laying out the next step. ”

Nuan Yu is just a little maid after all, although under the influence of the ink pool, she knows more than most of the young ladies in the world, but the pattern and heart are still a little smaller after all, and it is still difficult for her to see what the ink pool sees, but she is not bothered.

Now Nuan Yudu still remembers last year's Chinese New Year's Eve Mo poured out a smile and asked her, Mingjing, Chaohua, Xi Shi and the four Luo brothers, what is the happiest life in the world and what is the happiest thing in the world.

Mingjing, Chaohua, Xishi, Luo Wangsun, Luo Jingzhi, and Luo Baichuan all said their answers, but only she and Luo Wentao did not, and the others all looked at them with a smile on their faces, and finally said in the chuckle of Mo Dumping Pond that you will answer this question again next year and it will be over.

In fact, when she heard Mo Qingchi ask this question, she already had the answer in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it and didn't want to say it, if Mo Qingchi asked their four sisters again, she would not say it like last year's Chinese New Year's Eve, this answer will only be buried in her heart forever and ever.

-- Living with Childe is the happiest life, and dying for Childe is the happiest thing in the world. Nuan Yu decided very early that if she had the opportunity, she would die for Mo Pour Pool, only in this way would the son, who never lacked women's popularity, remember her as a girl named Nuan Yu.

The love of a lowly person is also humble, but this humility has a greatness that no one can match. Perhaps this is the reason why God has allowed the existence of such lowly people, there are always too many despicable and filthy things in the world, and too few noble and great things.