Chapter 57: Using Wood as a Sword

Mo Dumping Chi agreed to fight with Lu Xiaofeng, he had long wanted to fight with Lu Xiaofeng, but he didn't use a sword as Lu Xiaofeng expected, he picked up a chopstick from the table, held the chopsticks with a sword, and pointed directly at Lu Xiaofeng.

A flash of surprise flashed in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes, and he looked at Mo Tingchi and said, "You don't have a sword?"

Mo Tianchi said lightly: "I can't use the sword." ”

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Why can't you use the sword, are you afraid of losing me?"

There was not a hint of joy or anger on Mo Dump Chi's face, and he said quietly: "Because I know that if I hold the sword, you will not be able to go all out." ”

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, he smiled at the strange man in front of him, and said, "Why can't I go all out, you are one of the most terrifying and powerful opponents I have ever seen." ”

Mo Tingchi smiled coldly, "Maybe, but even so, you still can't exert your full strength." His voice was very calm and confident, Lu Xiaofeng was silent, he was silent for a long time, looked at Mo Tingchi and said, "If you use wooden chopsticks, then I will be able to exert all my strength?"

Mo Tingchi said: "Maybe not, but at least one thing is certain. ”

"What are you sure of?"

Mo poured the pond and said: "Although wooden chopsticks can kill, they have no edge. ”

Lu Xiaofeng really didn't understand this time, he looked at Mo Dump Chi.

Mo Dumping Chi said slowly, "At least I know that if I use wooden chopsticks, I will not have killing intent towards you, and if I do not have killing intent, at least this duel is a fair duel in terms of martial arts." ”

Others can't understand this sentence, but Lu Xiaofeng has already understood it, he has no killing intent towards Mo Dumping Pool, so if Ink Dumping Pool has killing intent towards him, then there will be no mercy between shots, even if his Lingxi Finger is a rare peerless in the world. Then he will also be defeated before fighting.

And Mo Dump Chi was unwilling to take advantage of him, so he used wooden chopsticks as a sword, so Mo Dump Chi had no killing intent, only a decisive style.

Therefore, the confrontation between him and Mo Dumping Chi is not a confrontation between people, but a confrontation between moves, which can be regarded as a fair duel.

He looked at the Ink Pool. There was a flash of respect in his eyes, and he would show respect for anyone who didn't like to take advantage of others, whether it was a swordsman or an ordinary person, even if that person was already his opponent.

He took a deep breath, looked at Mo Tingchi and said, "Okay, then I'll learn Brother Mo's tricks." ”

Mo Dump Chi didn't speak anymore, his hand was holding the wooden chopsticks, and his eyes were already revealing sword intent. Extremely cold and terrifying sword intent.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the ink pool, looked at the wooden chopsticks in the hand of the ink pool, he was engrossed in looking at the ink pool, and suddenly he found that the wooden chopsticks in the hand of the ink pool had begun to change, although the wooden chopsticks were wooden chopsticks, but in his eyes they had turned into a sword, although a handle was the essence of wood, but it was incomparably sharp. An indestructible sword, a terrible sword of the ages. This sword is terrifying, and nothing seems to stand in the way of heaven or earth.

Cold sweat had already left on his forehead, and he found that the swordsmanship of the person in front of him was even more terrifying and powerful than he expected, and he finally understood why Ximen Chuixue had regarded this person as his lifelong opponent when he first saw this person, such a person and such a sword were indeed qualified to become Ximen Chuixue's opponent and Ye Gucheng's opponent. Become an opponent for all the swordsmen in heaven and on earth.

Terrible people, terrible swords.

Lu Xiaofeng secretly took a breath in his heart, he could only stand upright, he couldn't make any movements, he knew that if he made any movements, the sword of the ink pool would be about to stab at him.

He was only about six feet away from Mo Dumping. As long as the ink pouring pool out of the sword, it can appear in front of him in an instant, even if he has the spirit of the rhino finger, which has been unbroken so far, but if the ink pouring pool will stab him in the heart the moment he moves, then even if he has the spirit of the rhino finger, what is the use?

He only has a chance to move, and he only has a chance to move all over his body, and one move is when the spirit rhino finger is used.

Not only did he know that he only had one chance to move, but Mo Dump Chi only had one chance to make a sword, as long as Ink Dump Chi made a sword, no matter what, the two of them would be divided between the winners and losers.

No matter which one of the two people has only one move, no matter what move there is only one move, after one move, the winner is decided.

Feng Siniang had already gotten out of the carriage and had already appeared in front of Qingfeng Pavilion, when she appeared in front of Qingfeng Pavilion, she had already seen Mo Tingchi and Lu Xiaofeng fighting, she held her breath and looked at the two people who were fighting, although she couldn't understand why the two didn't move, but she knew that as long as the two of them moved, there would be a terrible confrontation.

Looking at the two people in front of her, she found that her breathing stopped for an instant, and a pair of bright and charming big eyes stared at the two who were about to fight.

Mo Tianchi had already a smile in his heart, Lu Xiaofeng looked at him, why wasn't he looking at Lu Xiaofeng? He found that Lu Xiaofeng was even stronger than he expected, not only strong but also very smart, and now he finally understood why a nosy person like Lu Xiaofeng could repeatedly escape death.

Escape not only requires martial arts wisdom, but also needs a flash of inspiration in times of crisis, anyone who lacks this flash of inspiration, once forced into a desperate situation, it is difficult to escape, and Lu Xiaofeng is a person who has never lacked a flash of inspiration.

Not only did Mo Dump Chi not move, he had even found that Lu Xiaofeng's whole body was very good, even in the face of the lore sword that he would send out anytime and anywhere, he could still be very relaxed, which he had to admire.

A person who can know how to make himself to the top between life and death, how to change himself without being influenced by others, this kind of person is a person worthy of respect regardless of whether he has martial arts or not.

Lu Xiaofeng's whole body was very relaxed, he didn't seem to have any defense, and it seemed that he could shoot anytime and anywhere, so his sword had no way to shoot, how could he make a move in the face of a person who looked flawed or looked like his whole body was flawed?

This is indeed a very smart person.

Lu Xiaofeng's face was relaxed, his body was relaxed, but his heart was already tight, his mind was focused on one point, his people looked at Mo Dump Chi's sword, he understood that Ink Dump Chi would definitely not find the best opportunity to make a move at this moment. Because there are no flaws in his whole body, Mo Dump Chi should not make a move, and making a move at this time is tantamount to wasting strength, and both of them only have one chance.

But even though he knew that Mo Dumping Chi should not make a move at this moment, he had to be nervous, because in front of him was a peerless swordsman with superb cultivation. Anyone would have to be cautious when facing such a swordsman, and he was no exception.

He thought that Mo Dump Chi would make a move, but he would definitely not make a move at this time, but Mo Tilt Chi did, but he did it when he thought it was the least likely to make a move and had the least chance to make a move.

The white light flashed, and a warm breath had already surged into my heart.

It was a warmth that few people could refuse, and he couldn't refuse, but he couldn't refuse, because he knew that the warmth wasn't really the warmth. It's not sunshine, it's a swordsmanship, a swordsmanship that can still kill people and destroy souls when used with wooden chopsticks.

This is definitely a very high-level swordsmanship.

His mind began to capture the trajectory of this sword technique, but in an instant, warmth welled up in his heart, his eyes were no longer visible, and in front of him was a white expanse, nothing, nothing.

If it was an ordinary person, he would have panicked at this time. But Lu Xiaofeng is not an ordinary person, although he can't see it. But he can still make a move, he can use the Spirit Rhino Finger.

Lingxi's finger is not to see, but to see with his heart, although his eyes can't see, his heart can still see, his heart sees that trick. A wooden chopstick.

That absolutely brilliant move, that absolutely terrifying swordsmanship.

Lu Xiaofeng made a move, his action was obviously not fast, and when he made a move, the wooden chopsticks had already turned sharply and poked his throat from his chest. But his hand seemed to be magically applied, drawing a mysterious trajectory in the air and clamping the wooden chopsticks.

The wooden chopsticks stopped at a distance of only about half an inch in front of his throat.

From the shot to the pick-up, but in an instant.

The speed of Mo Dump Chi's move is extremely fast, but Lu Xiaofeng's speed is not slow.

Feng Siniang watched the two fight, as if they didn't fight, he only saw the wooden chopsticks appear in Lu Xiaofeng's throat, and Lu Xiaofeng's hand happened to clamp the wooden chopsticks, as for how the wooden chopsticks moved, how the hand moved, she didn't even see clearly.

It seemed that the wooden chopsticks and hands had already cut through the void, and they had already appeared in front of Lu Xiaofeng in the blink of an eye.

But even so, Feng Siniang had to admit that he had seen a wonderful competition, and it seemed that this competition was won by Lu Xiaofeng's wonderful spirit rhino with one finger.

Two fingers hold the wooden chopsticks.

The fingers and the chopsticks seemed to be glued together, and the chopsticks lay quietly in those two fingers.

Lu Xiaofeng had already left cold sweat on his forehead, and cold sweat also flowed out of his heart, he looked at Mo Dump Chi, looked at the very calm face in front of him, a wry smile appeared on his face, and he sighed lightly: "This can be regarded as one of the most terrifying swordsmanship I have ever seen, what is it called?"

Mo Tianchi said lightly: "Shocking, it's a pity that he only has the name of shocking but not the power of shocking." ”

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and said, "Although he doesn't have the power to frighten the gods, he can kill me Lu Xiaofeng, and I won't be unjustly defeated in today's battle." ”

Feng Siniang stared at Lu Xiaofeng with wide eyes, she even suspected that her ears had an illusion, Lu Xiaofeng was defeated? Lingxi was defeated with one finger? Lingxi pointed out that with the help of wooden chopsticks, how could Lu Xiaofeng be defeated?

Her mind was full of doubts, but the next moment she didn't have any doubts, he suddenly heard a creaking sound, and then he saw that the wooden chopsticks that An An was firmly sandwiched in Lu Xiaofeng's hand suddenly swelled violently.

In an instant, the wooden chopsticks were like willow silk, scattered in all directions, becoming countless filaments, fluttering one after another, floating around, and slowly falling.

――The wooden heart with only the wooden chopsticks is very strange.

The rest of the filaments were scattered, but only the extremely thin wooden heart in the center of the wooden chopsticks suddenly stabbed towards Lu Xiaofeng's throat.

It's so fast, it's as fast as if it's being thrown by a pool of ink.

Fortunately, that Mu Xin had already stopped in Lu Xiaofeng's hand, so he bent down to dodge Mu Xin.

Bang.

Mu Xin plunged into the wooden pillar behind Lu Xiaofeng, Lu Xiaofeng looked at Mu Xin who was stuck in the wooden pillar, a wry smile appeared on his face, he looked at the man in front of him, and his eyes showed a strong look of admiration.

At this moment, Feng Siniang finally understood why Lu Xiaofeng thought that he was defeated, and anyone who replaced Lu Xiaofeng at this moment would think that he had lost.

"Amazing, what a terrible move, I can't even take a finger of the spirit rhino. Feng Siniang looked at the ink pouring pool with an extremely calm expression and looked like a stone, and sighed lightly in her heart. (To be continued.) )