Chapter 27, a stick of incense

Sandalwood has been lit in the wing, this sandalwood is Wan Wan received the news that Fu Junwu has come to the small courtyard and asked the boss to help light it, at this time the sandalwood is about to burn out, Wan Wan is sitting in front of the window, looking at the scene in the small courtyard in the room full of sandalwood. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This wing room is the best room in this restaurant, you can see the scenery around a radius of about a kilometer from here, the small courtyard is not close to this restaurant, but he still saw the scenery in the small courtyard from this restaurant, to be precise, two people in the small courtyard, she can even see the slender woman with a hat suddenly left the small courtyard, but soon returned to the small courtyard, and then seemed to hand the person in the wheelchair something.

The distance was too far, he really didn't see it too clearly, but he knew what it was, it was definitely a sword, but it must be the sword hanging in the living room of the Jingshe, and it was also the sword that Mo Qingchi had carried when he went to see a super swordsman three days ago.

This sword was given to Mo Qingchi by her, but Mo Qingchi rarely pulled out that sword, and rarely pulled out that sword to kill people. Mo Qingchi didn't need to use a sword anymore, whether he was killing or being killed, he didn't use a sword, he used his brain enough to deal with most situations in the world.

But looking at the current situation, Mo Qingchi seems to have to use the sword, and has to use the sword she gave to Mo Qingchi, now that she is looking at this scene, her heart seems to be about to fly, he wants to fly to that courtyard immediately, to see this absolutely very interesting encounter, she wants to take a look at Mo Qingchi's sword.

It's just that she didn't move after all, although her heart was already very eager to see, but his body didn't move, she just glanced back at the sandalwood that was still not burned out, as if for her the sandalwood was not burned out, he couldn't leave this room at all.

It seems that a very special and interesting curse has been secretly placed in this room, and the only way to solve this curse seems to be to wait for the sandalwood to burn out, what kind of curse is this?

Mo Qingchi's hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword, he sat quietly in front of the woman with a strong alien style in front of him, with a very peaceful smile on his face, he now looked like a real swordsman, but unfortunately this swordsman was a little different from ordinary swordsmen, ordinary swordsmen must have stood straight when they held the sword in their hands, but he was sitting, he could only sit quietly in a wheelchair.

He had already explained this to the woman who was already holding the sword in her hand, and he had the opportunity to unleash a sword only with the support of the chair. Not only are a woman's ears not deaf, but she hears better than most people in the world, but because she knows this, she cannot draw her sword.

She's a killer, she's an assassin, it's a pity she's not a qualified killer, she's not a qualified assassin, a proper killer or an assassin has absolutely no emotions in their minds, they only have goals and fortunes in their eyes, and she's not.

After all, she is still a disciple of Fu Cailin, a sword master in Goryeo, and what Fu Cailin learned at any time in his life is not ruthless, but a sword, but a gift of the world, so her sword is still hidden in the scabbard, and it is difficult to pull the sword out of the scabbard.

Mo Qingchi's hand held the hilt of the sword, he was waiting, he didn't know how long he had waited looking at the woman with the bamboo hat in front of him, and finally he seemed to have understood that this woman would never draw his sword against him first, so he sighed deeply and said: "I understand what you mean, Miss Fu, you don't want to take advantage of a cripple, but I can guarantee that this cripple in your eyes is definitely much more powerful than many normal people you have seen, and even his sword will be more terrifying than any swordsmanship you have ever encountered in your life." ”

Fu Junwu's eyes flashed with a different color, her hand had already held the sword, but it was not unsheathed, but she had been silent, she finally spoke, and she said a word that Mo Qingchi repeated twice: "Please." ”

Please say the word, Mo Qingchi already understood what this woman meant.

Although there are many meanings for please, but there is only one meaning at this moment, please draw the sword, this woman is undoubtedly a very proud woman, she is not like taking advantage of a cripple, so he hopes that this cripple has the opportunity to draw the sword.

Mo Qingchi already showed a smile in his eyes, the smile on his face was even brighter than just now, and the fingers of his left hand even couldn't help but knock on the arm of the chair, he understood the meaning of what this woman didn't say, and it was because he understood that he smiled, and he smiled very happily.

He stood up slowly, and as he slowly got up, his face became even paler, and the woman's eyes had begun to change color again, Mo Qingchi stood up and did not move, but just looked at the woman in front of him and said: Thank you, and then he sat down immediately, and the smile in his eyes disappeared in the moment he sat down, revealing a kind of ruthlessness and indifference that a martial artist should have in a life-and-death duel.

At this moment, Fu Junwu suddenly felt a suffocating pressure suddenly envelop her surroundings in an instant, and in an instant, a cold light flashed, and a flash of cold light flashed in front of her eyes......

Her hand had already grasped the sword, and her sword was also unsheathed at this moment, her wrist flicked, and the long sword in her hand seemed to turn into thousands of rays of light at this moment, stabbing towards the man in a wheelchair in front of her at a very fast speed.

Sonorous.

There was a very sharp sound of weapons colliding.

The voice was as sharp as a woman's loudest scream, and almost at the same moment, a white light fell from mid-air in a parabola, and landed on the ground with a snort.

The white light had turned into a sword, an alien sword.

There is also a sword held in Mo Qingchi's hand, Mo Qingchi's hand has begun to tremble violently, but his sword is still in his hand, and his sword has been handed to Fu Junwu's chest, only two inches away from piercing Fu Junwu's chest, resulting in the life of this alien beauty of the country.

But the distance between these two inches was like a moat, Mo Qingchi's hand began to tremble violently, and just when the sword was about to be handed forward, his hand shook, and the sword in his hand seemed to be as heavy as a sword in an instant, and it slashed out of Mo Qingchi's palm with a swish.

The person in Mo Qingchi seemed to curl up in a ball like a shrimp, his body began to tremble violently with his hands on the chair, and his person began to cough non-stop, at this moment, the man who had just sent out an incomparable amazing sword seemed to be at the end of his life at this moment.

Fu Junwu's eyes still maintained this frightened look, and she still opened her eyes to recall the killing sword sent out by Mo Qingchi, but she didn't expect that the person who used that sword would become like this in an instant.

She was stunned for a moment before she woke up, looking at the man who was trembling and coughing with both hands on the armrest of the wheelchair, and after a while, the man slowly raised his paler face, he didn't look at Fu Junwu, he just looked down at the sword that had been inserted into the ground, he sighed slowly and said: "I didn't expect my body to be so weak, it was difficult to stab even a sword." ”

His words were very calm, but Fu Junwu had already heard an unprecedented sadness from these words.

Fu Junwu didn't speak, she just looked at the man in front of her quietly, and the light in her eyes changed. She saw that the man who sighed suddenly quickly regained his composure, the man slowly raised his head, his whole person seemed to have lost his strength and collapsed to the ground, his eyes seemed to have lost their luster and looked at the peerless beauty in front of him, and said: "Now I can't take it no matter how many swords you take, now you can take my life, as long as you take my life, your secret will never be revealed." ”

Fu Junwu had already begun to hesitate, she was thinking about whether to kill this man who was no longer in martial arts, but her terrible wisdom still terrified her, she never thought that such a sick and weak young man would have the opportunity to take her life with a sword in an instant.

Although she didn't want to admit that she didn't want to admit it, she couldn't help but admit that if this man had a little more strength in his body, then this sword would kill her with one sword.

At this moment, her mind couldn't help but ring, and the man in black who had killed Yuwen and was invincible with a sword on the deck three days ago. Now she seemed to understand a little bit as to why the black-clad swordsman with a terrifying outstretched hand had made an appointment with the young man.

If this man's body is still at its peak, then this man is definitely qualified to be the opponent of that black-clothed swordsman, and he is definitely qualified to challenge the three major martial arts masters in the world, and wrap his master Fu Cailin.

Now she could see that this young man was terminally ill, but she was still hesitating, whether to eradicate the troubles? If this ambitious man got better by chance, wouldn't he be the great enemy of Goryeo.

She was thinking, but just as he was thinking, a very light footstep sounded in her ears.

A woman stood behind Mo Qingchi at breakneck speed.

Fu Junwu had already seen that woman, she herself was a rare peerless beauty in the world, but when she looked at the woman in front of her, surprise flashed in her eyes, if she wanted to use any words to describe the woman in front of her, she could only describe it impeccably.

This woman's appearance and temperament are impeccable, and in addition, this woman seems to have very good martial arts.

The woman's eyes showed a cold look, she glanced at the man who was curled up in a wheelchair and almost collapsed, a trace of incomparable murder flashed in her eyes, she looked at the woman in front of her, she looked at Fu Junwu and said, "You forced him to use force?"

Fu Junwu didn't admit it, nor did she deny it, she looked at the woman in front of her silently.

The woman stared coldly at the woman in front of her, the murderous intent in her eyes suddenly disappeared, she suddenly looked at the woman in front of her with a very soft look, and said, "Do you know what happened to the first person who forced him to use force?"

Fu Junwu naturally didn't know, so she had no way to answer this question.

The woman's voice was elegant and calm, but the answer she gave made people feel an indescribable fear: "I smiled and took off this person's head, I remember that person was still my uncle, but unfortunately he did something he shouldn't have done, so he only died." ”

At this moment, Fu Junwu didn't have two people in her mind: "The Yin Sect heir Wan Wan, and the Yin Sect master Demon Yin Bian is not worth it." ”

The woman still said with a faint smile on her face: "You are now doing the same thing as him that should not be done, so I have no choice but to send you on the road." Her words had just landed, and a hand full of the sandalwood fragrance had already slashed Fu Junwu's neck straight into a knife.

This hand knife is soft and dexterous, very terrifying, but fortunately, Fu Junwu's martial arts are not weak, and she still dodged dangerously, and the moment she dodged, she heard the man who was almost lying in a wheelchair shouting in a hoarse voice to stop.

But the woman didn't mean to stop, every move was faster than the other, every move was more ruthless than the other, and the move would kill people, it was obvious that this woman's killing intent had been decided. (To be continued.) )