Chapter 55: The Message in the Sword

Originally Qiao Feng was going to wait for Mo Dumping Chi and Murong Fu to enter Qingyunzhuang after entering Qingyunzhuang, but he didn't want Mo Dumping Chi and Murong Fu to have a conflict at the gate of Qingyunzhuang, so the hillside where he was standing became the best place to watch the battle.

This place can not only glimpse every move in front of Qingyunzhuang, but with Qiao Feng's skills, you can also see everything in Qingyunzhuang.

"Although the storm evil is careless, but he can defeat the storm evil with seven moves, which is enough to witness the swordsmanship of the maid named Nuan Yu under Mo Dump Chi. ”

Then Chaohua, Xi Shi, and Ming Spiegel faced Deng Baichuan, Gong Yeqian, and Bao respectively, and he was secretly alarmed by the strength of the maid on the side of Mo Tianchi, and the strength of the three women was almost the same as that of Nuan Yu, among which Chaohua Xishi was slightly inferior and Ming Spiegel was slightly better.

"The strength of just the four maids can be compared to the first-class masters and four masters under Murong Gongzi, wouldn't the strength of the other people on Mo Tianchi's side be even better?" Thinking of this, a cold sweat broke out in his heart, and he felt that Wen Yi Long Yuan was too unfathomable.

When Qiao Feng was lamenting the terrifying martial arts attainments of the four maids, he never expected that another thing would happen: Mo Dumping Chi actually fought with Murong Fu.

When Qiao Feng heard the words of Mo Dump Chi and Murong Fu, Qiao Feng still didn't believe his ears, in his memory, Ink Dump Chi had never been a person who fought with people easily, but the next moment Qiao Feng had to believe it, because Mo Dump Chi's hand had already held the hilt of the sword, and when Ink Tilt Chi's hand held the hilt of the sword, it meant that Ink Tilt Chi was about to make a move.

Seeing this incredible scene, Qiao Feng immediately looked solemn, he stared at the front of Qingyun Village with his whole body, and he would be the first to support if something unexpected happened. No one knows better than him the terrifying strength of Mo Dump Chi when he came out of the sword, he has never been convinced in his life, but he can only use four words to describe Mo Dump Chi's swordsmanship - swordsmanship.

Deng Baichuan likes pear blossoms, he spends a lot of effort to plant pear blossoms, so the pear blossoms in Qingyunzhuang bloom everywhere, pear blossoms bloom everywhere in May and June, today's wind is strong, the white pear blossoms blow with the wind, blowing down in front of Qingyunzhuang, a piece of pear blossoms like falling from the sky, incomparable elegance permeates Qingyunzhuang in front.

Mo Dump Chi closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath of the fragrance of pear blossoms, and then Qingyunzhuang shook for a while, and in an instant, Ink Dump Chi had already drawn his sword out of its sheath, and the man and the sword were like meteors in the sky, poking straight towards Murong Fu's chest.

There are no fancy calculations, only a poke!

A precise, fast poke.

He had seen the swordsmanship of the Ink Tilt Pool on the top of Songshan Mountain, he had seen the Ink Tilt Pool draw his sword, but because the distance was too far away to see it clearly, this time he stood in front of the Ink Tilt Pool, and also saw the Ink Tilt Pool draw his sword, but he still didn't see it clearly.

In Murong Fu's eyes, the speed of drawing the sword of the ink pool was definitely not beyond the speed of the naked eye, but the posture of drawing the sword was difficult to impress. Murong Fu didn't know why before, but now he understands a little, maybe it was the grace of Mo Tingchi's sword that made him forget his posture of drawing his sword.

The sword had already attacked like lightning, and a chill enveloped his whole body, and he finally understood the meaning of Qiao Feng's words at the group of heroes: Only when facing the sword of Mo Dumping Chi would he know the terrifying nature of that sword.

It was simply not like the swordsmanship that should exist in the world, with a flick of the wrist, the sword was like a spiritual snake out of the sheath, and the body moved rapidly, Murong Fu was in danger and narrowly dodged the deadly sword of the ink pouring pool, and at the same time used the sword to enter the chest of the ink pouring pool.

In Murong Fu's opinion, at this moment, with the distance between him and the Ink Dump Pool is only about one meter, plus the length of the sword is three feet, the Ink Dump Pool should have nowhere to dodge, only the middle sword.

"Young Master Murong, if you think that this will be able to defeat Mo Dump Chi, then you are very wrong. In the distance, Qiao Feng, who was watching this scene coldly, sighed softly, he never thought that Mo Dumping Chi would be defeated so easily.

Sure enough, things that ordinary people can't do have appeared very reasonably in Mo Dump Chi. I saw Mo Tianchi smile coldly, and the sword that was about to castrate with a flick of his wrist swept diagonally at a faster speed to block Murong Fu's sword stabbing him in the chest.

The two swords made a piercing sound of contention, and the power of the sword forced the two to retreat, Murong Fu took the sword and stepped back, but found that Mo Tianchi had a cold look on his face, and a bad premonition appeared in his heart for a while, and then he saw Mo Tianchi actually give up the sword in his hand, let the sword be thrown in the air, and his body spun around in the air under the force of the sword.

Spinning up and down in mid-air, the sword that fell quickly in mid-air was held very accurately in the left hand, and at the same time, the ink tilt pool held the ground with his right hand, and his feet and right hand were transported at the same time, and the next moment the ink tilt pool slashed with the sword at a faster speed, at a very tricky angle, and the more powerful force directly slashed at it.

At this moment, Murong Fu's heart couldn't help but sink, the action of Mo Dumping Chi just now was just a blink of an eye, and at this moment, the strength on his body was not exhausted, if he forcibly stopped at this moment, he could only directly meet the sword that Ink Dumping Chi slashed in the air, so he had no other choice but to retreat.

But retreating was just delaying time, and the speed of the ink pouring pool was faster, and the distance between the two was only more than a meter.

One mistake and an irreparable embarrassing situation.

Immediately decided, Murong Fu ran the internal force, burst back, and the ink pouring pool stepped forward like a shadow. The former is slower, while the latter is slightly faster.

After three breaths, Murong Fu used his sword to block the sword swinging down from Mo Dumping Pond.

The two swords clashed, and there was an extremely crisp loud sound on the sword, followed by a 'clang', and Murong Fu's sword was directly shattered in the incredible eyes of everyone. Although the sword was shattered, Murong Fu escaped because of it, and what about Mo Dumping Pool?

Mo Dump Chi made another unexpected initiative, he actually let give up the sword in his hand, the sword flew backwards under the terrible force of the collision of the two swords, and Mo Tilt Chi stepped forward again at this time, giving birth to two palms to strike.

Murong Fu also gave birth to two palms, palms exchanged palms, and then the two flew back.

In mid-air, Mo Tingchi took out the folding fan on his waist, shook it gently, and landed in the sedan chair very elegantly, and at the same time, the sword was also inserted into the scabbard on the ground, while Murong Fu retreated to the gate where he met at the beginning, and the two still maintained the action of meeting just now, and there seemed to be no movement.

At this moment, the battle between Chaohua, Xishi, Mingjing and Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, and Bao Wei has also come to an end.

Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian are better than Chaohua and Xishi, while Mingjing is different than Bao.

The four big maids will have two wins and two losses.

Mo Tingchi looked at Murong Fu in front of Qingyun Village lightly, and said: "Brother Murong is outstanding in martial arts, Mo Tingchi really admires! After today, the past friendship between me and Brother Murong will be cut in two, and tomorrow the beggar gang will be in the apricot forest Mo will not show mercy, and please be solemn Brother Murong." As soon as he finished speaking, the purple curtain was closed.

The four palanquin men immediately lifted the sedan chair, and the four women of Chaohua, Xishi, Nuan Yu, and Mingjing hugged each other, and the eight guards opened the way and left Qingyunzhuang.

Murong Fu didn't speak, glanced deeply at the sedan chair and left, and then returned to Qingyunzhuang in silence, and the gate of Qingyunzhuang was closed.

With two swords and one palm, this duel between the top young masters of the south who is both Yu and He Shengliang ended and ended in a draw.

Qiao Feng stood on the slope of Yupan Mountain and watched this scene silently, and it took a long, long time before he left Yupan Mountain with a group of beggar disciples, thinking about one thing in his mind: "What is the purpose of this matter?"

Back in Qingyun Village, the two of them scolded and cursed, shouting at the rudeness of Mo Dumping, but when Murong Fu took out an object, the two of them closed their mouths tightly.

"This is the note that passed me when the ink poured pool and I last faced each other, and it can be said that this time the ink pouring pool did not come provocationally, but came by summons. Murong Fu sat on a chair and handed the note in his hand to the four ministers.

Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, Bao Different, and Storm Evil looked at the note one after another, and the expressions on the faces of the four changed suddenly, and there was a line of words on the note, which read: "Tomorrow, Mo will be safe and sound, and I hope that Murong Gongzi will not fall into the well, and the friendship between you and me will be ruined, and the ink will pour into the pool." ”

There was a solemnity in the hall.

The faces of the five people were all cold.

"Childe, is this credible?" was silent for a long, long time, and then said evilly.

Murong Fu's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he was speechless.

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The luxurious sedan chair, there is not only one person in the sedan chair, but also one person, this person is Luo Wentao, one of the most powerful cronies of the ink pool.

The sedan chair looks not big, but in fact there is a mezzanine, when the ink poured out of the pool, Luo Wentao hid in it, when the ink poured into the sedan chair, Luo Wentao also hid one step earlier, for the implementation of this plan, the two had already agreed.

Luo Wentao sat respectfully in front of the Ink Dumping Pool, although the two sat in the same seat, anyone could see that the Ink Dumping Pool was dominant.

Mo Tingchi pulled up the curtain and glanced at the lively people outside, and said softly, "Did you see Qiao Feng just now?" ”

"See, on the slope of the Yupan Mountain. ”

Mo Tingchi nodded and said, "It seems that the next plan is already half successful." Speaking of this, Mo Tingchi glanced at Luo Wentao, who looked puzzled, and Mo Tingchi, who was in a good mood, smiled and said, "Don't you understand my intention to do this?"

Luo Wentao nodded respectfully and said, "I really don't understand." ”

Mo poured into the pond and said: "It's natural that you don't understand, because this matter is just a backhand for the next plan, and the plan of the apricot forest has been arranged long before Qiao Feng invited Murong Fu to go to the beggar gang to divide the rudder." ”

"What's next?"

An extremely bright smile appeared on Mo Dump Chi's face, and his body exuded the arrogance of looking down on the world, and muttered: "Three years of forbearance, three years of layout, it will be the real end after tomorrow, Wen Tao, wait and see!"

Luo Wentao sat quietly in front of the ink pool, looking at the man in front of him who was more than ten years younger than him, looking at the man who was close at hand, he had a thought in his heart that this man was a god who was close in front of him but far away in the sky, so that he would worship it all his life.

"Childe, maybe I will chase your back for the rest of my life, but I may not even be able to trace your back, but Wen Tao is willing to do it and will never regret it. ”