Chapter 38, the seven styles of Feng Han

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At this moment, almost everyone coincidentally put these two labels on Mo Qingchi's body, and no one thought that such a young man who looked like Sven Wen would have these two rare labels on him.

Sitting in a wheelchair and waiting for the opponent to draw his sword, it seems that there are not many martial artists in the past who have done this in the face of a strong enemy, and Bai Fenghan has never met it, it is that he has never met it, and when he heard Mo Qingchi's words for the second time, his face was already pale.

Everyone has already turned their attention to Mo Qingchi, including Wang Shichong, Wang Tong, Ouyang Xiyi, and Luoyang Shuangyan have all looked at Mo Qingchi, it is obvious that Mo Qingchi at this moment is already a well-deserved protagonist, even the owner of the birthday banquet has no way to steal the limelight of this person at this moment.

Of course, Rong Fengxiang, who was sitting in the businessman, also squinted his eyes and silently watched Mo Qingchi accompanied by Rong Jiaojiao, his face still had the kind smile of the past, but a pair of eyes that looked gentle were a little more shrewd and sharp at this moment, Rong Jiaojiao's eyes were still starting to flicker next to him, and Dong Shuni on one side was also very curious to look at Mo Qingchi, she was very curious why this man could attract her best friend to be so obsessed, she knew that her best friend had always regarded men as dung, even if she occasionally had an ambiguous relationship with some handsome and talented men, but she was also abandoned at any time, but the man named Mo Qingchi in front of her was obviously different, she can be sure that it is definitely different with a woman's intuition.

Rong Fengxiang's right side sat Shangguan Long, Shangguan Long held his world-shattering iron crutch in his hand, but he was not a decadent old man, his body was still very tight and straight, anyone who saw Shangguan Long would have a feeling that this person was simply beaten by iron, and no matter who wanted to defeat this person.

In fact, it has been twenty years since Shangguan Long took over as the leader of the Luoyang gang, and many people have challenged Shangguan Long's prestige in the past twenty years, but these people have all become the ghosts at Shangguan Long's feet without exception.

Therefore, today's Shangguan Long deserves to be regarded as the first person in the prestige of the Luoyang Gang, but this man who is like an iron man in the eyes of ordinary people at this moment has a completely different look from the usual cold and gloomy look, and a pair of usually bright eyes flashed a suspicious and complicated light, but it is not at all like the leader of the Luoyang Gang who swallows mountains and rivers, and his eyes glance towards the expressionless Rong Fengxiang from time to time.

Anyone who sees this scene at this moment will understand that this is the expression of one person when he asks another person for his opinion.

There was no change in the surroundings of Rong Fengxiang's face, he seemed to have never lost Shangguan Long in the eyes of everyone, his person and his heart seemed to have become iron, although his expression at this moment was still kind, but his eyes stared at Mo Qingchi who was confronting him, and when he was cold, there was an unfathomable light.

Obviously, he was thinking about it.

- Since Mo Qingchi joined the Yin Sect, the Yin Sect has begun to act unexpectedly, Rong Fengxiang knows this, and he also feels that with Mo Qingchi joining the Yin Sect, the Yin Sect has a tendency to thrive, which was originally a good thing, at least it was a good thing for him at the beginning. Even he once thought about inviting Mo Qingchi to come to Luoyang as a guest, but as things developed, this good thing became not a good thing.

He and the Yin Sect are allies, and it is a good thing that an ally is strong, but isn't it a bad thing that an ally is too strong? Who can guarantee that this ally will suddenly swallow you in one bite?

Rong Fengxiang has already started to worry, he has already started to worry when Mo Qingchi, the Demon Gate Demon Master, extended his hand to Turkic, Goryeo and other places two years ago, he began to worry that the Yin Sect is developing too fast, he is worried that he will lose his weight too early in the eyes of the Yin Sect, so the generation of this Demon Gate Conference is not exactly what he pushed.

He originally wanted to get rid of Mo Qingchi, maybe he couldn't get rid of Mo Qingchi, at least he could let Mo Qingchi restrain the arrogance on his body, but at this moment, when he looked at Mo Qingchi who was confronting Bai Fenghan, a master of an alien race, he suddenly understood one thing, something that he might have already understood, but he had never been willing to understand: the sky had changed.

Looking at Mo Qingchi at this moment, he seemed to see the evil king Shi Zhixuan who could cause the world to change color with his gestures, and this Mo Qingchi gave him a feeling that was more prosperous than the evil king Shi Zhixuan back then.

This person has a calm and old way that the evil king Shi Zhixuan did not have.

At this moment, there was no expression on his face, but his heart was already full of reverie, he vaguely understood that this was Mo Qingchi deliberately performing in front of him, but he still didn't understand the meaning of this person doing all this, so he didn't say a word and watched the battle quietly.

Dead silence, dead silence.

Everyone seemed to have become mute at the moment Mo Qingchi's words landed, and Ba Fenghan also became dumb for a long time before he opened his mouth to speak, his eyes finally fell on Mo Qingchi's sword from Mo Qingchi's body, and then stared at Mo Qingchi again, and asked, "Brother Mo is ready to draw his sword in a wheelchair?"

Mo Qingchi's expression was flat: "I have always drawn my sword in a wheelchair. He said here and deliberately paused, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes, his mind seemed to be far away for a moment, and he said slowly: "There are not many people in the world who make me get up and draw my sword. ”

Obviously, the implication is that you are not one of them, he understands the implication, but he didn't say anything, he is a person who is unwilling to take advantage of others, but if someone kills himself to let him take advantage, he doesn't mind, he is a very real person, so he doesn't speak at this moment.

His hands were already pressed on the sword at his waist, and his eyes were already fixed on Mo Qingchi's hand.

Mo Qingchi's hand has also moved on the hilt of the sword, a master can know this person's cultivation realm from the posture of the opponent holding the sword, and Ba Fenghan is a master here, he can see from the posture of Mo Qingchi holding the sword that this pale and weak young man is definitely a master of swordsmanship.

He had seen many kendo masters along the way, but none of the kendo masters could compare to the pale looking young man in front of him.

Seeing this scene, his expression was not heavier than he had any luck, but he was also more excited, his hands held the sword at his waist, he was ready to take out the sword, his body was filled with a more terrifying and majestic momentum than just now, the sword had not yet been unsheathed, this terrifying momentum had already made most of the people in the hall dizzy.

Many people are even paler as paper under this pressure, retreating again and again.

Wang Tong frowned and opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, he was originally going to make a move to stop Ba Fenghan, but his old friend Ouyang Xiyi shook his head at him, so he had no choice but to give up.

Wang Shichong didn't care about the outcome of this duel, life or death, at this moment, he was completely watching the two compete as a spectator.

During this time, he had exhausted his efforts to deal with Wagangzhai and the Jianghuai army, but today's duel made him relax a lot.

Mo Qingchi sat in a wheelchair, sitting in the center of the momentum, his face was still pale, his hand was still holding the hilt of the sword, his person was still the same as just now, his eyes were calm and indifferent looking at Ba Fenghan.

Bai Fenghan also stared at Mo Qingchi, he looked at Mo Qingchi's eyes, he suddenly found that the person in front of him was actually a person who didn't care about his life, not only the lives of others, but also his own lives, and he could even see a kind of belief in victory in the eyes of the person in front of him, this kind of indestructible belief.

There was a fluctuation in his heart, but he was quickly suppressed by him, he was a dueling expert, naturally he knew that as long as there was any distraction in this duel, it would become the most fatal flaw, he could lose, but he didn't want to lose because of his own mistakes.

It was summer, the sun in the sky was like fire, even if this was Wang Tong's special search for a cool hall, but it was still unstoppable, but at this moment, suddenly the temperature around him plummeted, and it seemed to be in the middle of winter for a moment.

At this time, everyone's breathing seemed to stop, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Bai Fenghan, whose sword was already unsheathed.

The moment the knife and sword were pulled out of their sheaths, it seemed to have lost its description, and in an instant, the sword had turned into two rays of essence in Ba Fenghan's hand, and the light was uncertain, revealing a breathtaking chill, and it quickly poked straight towards Mo Qingchi.

The woman who came with Ba Fenghan saw this scene, and only a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she was sometimes surprised.

She is different from others, he is not only very close to Bafeng Han Mo Qingchi, but also can be regarded as the world's number one kendo master, and his understanding of the way of swords is not deep, she can obviously see that Mo Qingchi who is sitting in a wheelchair is as round as Tai Chi at this moment, and there is absolutely no flaw in his whole body.

Therefore, at this moment, Bai Fenghan should definitely not make a move, once Bai Fenghan makes a move, it will be equivalent to revealing a flaw, for a master, as long as he grasps a little flaw, he can end the battle in an instant.

She could also see that this young man in a wheelchair was definitely a master of swordsmanship, so although she couldn't see the flaws on Ba Fenghan's body so far, she was not sure that this young man named Mo Qingchi would not find it.

At this moment, absolutely no one can understand why Bai Fenghan would make a move, this can only be understood by Bai Fenghan himself, he must not continue to delay at this moment, if he continues to delay, then he will never have a chance to make a move.

The moment he was looking for the flaws around Mo Qingchi's body, he suddenly found that his momentum was not only suppressed by this person, but also his own martial arts will gradually collapsed in the conversation with this person, and he even began to doubt whether he could defeat the person named Mo Qingchi in front of him.

This was a situation he had never encountered before, even in the face of a situation that was as powerful as Martial Venerable Bi Xuan, but at this moment, he had encountered it, this was a situation that made him incomparably fearful, and for him, the appearance of this emotion was simply fatal than death.

If a person's martial arts attainments are not good, they can also be strengthened through acquired cultivation, if a person's martial arts will is destroyed, it is difficult to recover to the sky, so at this moment he can no longer help but pull out the sword on his waist, he uses the most brilliant and quintessential moves in his life to deal with the person in front of him who almost destroyed his martial arts will without moving.

At this moment, he was a little unwilling in his heart, but he couldn't help but admit that the young man named Mo Qingchi in front of him was indeed an incomparable and terrifying opponent, whether it was in martial arts or other aspects, it was absolutely terrifying.

Feng Han Seven Styles, this is a set of moves he created, this set of moves only has seven moves, but it is he who relies on these seven moves, across the world, and even swept across the Central Plains without meeting opponents, so far he has used the sound of the outside of the world, wolf smoke everywhere, loess buried bones, hot sand and gold, mirage, wilderness thunder these six moves, the seventh move he created and did not use it, he seems that no one is qualified to force him to use this trick now.

This move is heavy on momentum, and once it is made, it needs to have the momentum of giving up who else and looking down on the world.

Now he urges the knife with his left hand and uses this move with his right hand, but at this moment, this move does not have the domineering spirit of looking at the world, but has an incomparably tragic and tragic momentum, as if the person who issued this move knows that he is going to lose, but he also wants to fight. (To be continued.) )