Li Mochou was taken aback by Wu Xiuwen's strange attack methods, so he could only turn over sideways to avoid the swirling silk fire spider jade folding fan, and then waved his palm to deal with the tricky "Qingfeng Sword", but after the folding fan flew by, it swirled again to attack Li Mochou from behind.

After Li Mochou dodged the folding fan again, Wu Xiuwen used the soft sword to control the spinning direction, speed, and angle of the folding fan when attacking again, and cooperated with the soft sword to form a pincer attack on Li Mochou.

Wu Xiuwen used his exquisite control power, and actually turned a person's attack into two people, the "Qingfeng Sword" and the silk fire spider jade folding fan are simply seamless, the folding fan is far and near, up and down, the attack angle is flexible and changeable, and it is impossible to prevent it;

This is Wu Xiuwen after seeing the strange techniques of the "Three Envoys of Wind and Cloud", and after fighting with the Miaofeng Envoy, he still remembers his pair of Persian scimitars flying back and forth to attack the enemy, and he has been recalling the situation of the battle in his mind for the past few days. Thus borrowing from the attack methods of the Miao Feng Envoy, and wanting to integrate them into his own kung fu, Wu Xiuwen knew that many of his weapons were high-quality, but he had not been able to exert their full power at present.

After a few days of continuous pondering and experimentation, Wu Xiuwen already had a rough idea in his heart, which could make his attacks more flexible and unpredictable, and this time he fought with Li Mochou to really use it against the enemy, and the effect was still good so far, Wu Xiuwen himself was also very satisfied, and decided to put more effort into this area in the future.

One family rejoices and one sorrows. At this moment, Li Mochou lost his temper for a while, and lost the most convenient weapon, the silver silk dust, which greatly reduced her attack power, and the "Ice Spirit Silver Needle" could only play a deterrent role against Wu Xiuwen, but it was difficult to use it as a way to win.

Li Mochou can only attack the enemy with a pair of fleshy palms now, although the palm technique is exquisite and the light skills are extraordinary. But he could only be suppressed by Wu Xiuwen with a soft sword, a folding fan and more subtle light skills, and even the Taoist robe on his body was cut by the folding fan in several places, but fortunately, Li Mochou dodged fast enough, so he didn't hurt the skin and flesh.

After a few more moves, Li Mochou, who was forced to be helpless, finally stopped caring about his image, and shot out two "Ice Spirit Silver Needles" at a time to force Wu Xiuwen back for a moment. The figure rolled on the spot to dodge the folding fan that came from behind, and by the way, he picked up two long swords left by those bandits from the ground, and shook his wrist "Boom!Boom!" pulled out a few cold and shining sword flowers on both sides of his body.

With the two swords in hand, Li Mochou had some confidence and was shocked. His eyes immediately became a lot sharper, and his eyes stared at Wu Xiuwen fiercely. Although Li Mochou usually uses silver wire to whisk the dust and rarely uses a sword, this does not mean that her swordsmanship is not good.

Her swordsmanship has won the true inheritance of the Tomb Sect, and even her apprentice Hong Lingbo's swordsmanship is a little hot, not to mention that she, who is a master, has only been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and few people have been able to force her to use a sword, and a silver wire dust is enough to deal with most of the scenes. This made her develop the habit of carrying only silver wires and dusting without a sword.

At this time, with two swords in his hand, Li Mochou, who was gradually calming down, secretly made up his mind that he must carry the long sword with him in the future, just in case of emergency. Save the fate of the wolf bèi like today. This also made Li Mochou look for precious materials from then on, and skilled craftsmen created a new powerful silver wire whisk, and wore a rare sword with him.

However, these are all later words, there is no need to say more, just look at the fact that at this time, Li Mochou's confidence has greatly increased, and he accelerated forward and took the initiative to attack Wu Xiuwen. You must know that the two long swords in her hand are used by robbers. Compared with the general long sword, it is only one size larger in size and weight, but in Li Mochou's hands, it is like an arm and a finger, and he can do whatever he wants. ...

Li Mochou's double sword is divided into front and back. The right-hand sword "Iron Lock Yokoe Style" slashed outward on his chest and swept towards Wu Xiuwen, while the tip of the left-hand sword pointed to the sky. The blade of the sword is clinging to the back, protecting the back. Wu Xiuwen also swept with his sword, only to hear a clear sound of "dang", although the "Qingfeng Sword" left a gap in the blade of the opponent's long sword with its sharpness, but after all, its own weight was light, but it was stirred by the impact force, and the sword body bulleted a few inches.

At this time, the silk fire spider jade folding fan swirled back again, attacking Li Mochou's lower back; Li Mochou did not look back, only relied on his ears to distinguish the position, his left wrist moved slightly, and the long sword behind his back was sweeping the edge of the folding fan.

The folding fan changed direction under the force, and flew back to Wu Xiuwen's body in an arc, Wu Xiuwen took out his sword again, and the soft sword of "Raising Fire and Burning the Plains" was quickly lifted up from the bottom to the top, first using the tip of the sword to provoke the handle of the silk fire spider jade folding fan, and the folding fan flew diagonally upwards again and swept over the top of Li Mochou's head, and the soft sword stabbed Li Mochou's throat closely.

Li Mochou turned his wrist with his left hand and withdrew the long sword from behind him, slashing at Wu Xiuwen's "Qingfeng Sword" from top to bottom, "dang!" The two swords intersected and landed in one place; Li Mochou's right hand long sword made a simple move of "Immortal Guidance" and pointed directly at Wu Xiuwen's face door; Wu Xiuwen used the force of the soft sword in his hand to use the power of the soft sword, and flew back to avoid Li Mochou's double swords.

Li Mochou's double swords in his hand, like a tiger with wings, majestic, heroic, the double swords dance the debut of the cold light, and attack Wu Xiuwen's vital point, Wu Xiuwen relied on the cooperation of the silk fire spider jade folding fan and the "Qingfeng Sword" and Li Mochou's double swords were inseparable.

Li Mochou finally pulled back a game, his heart was happy, he let out a long breath of evil breath in his chest, and laughed: "Martial arts ghost, isn't it very majestic to have sharp teeth, now let you have a good look at the power of the poor road!" As soon as Li Mochou's words fell, he tightened the attack under his hand, and the two swords brought a sharp sound of breaking the air, forcing Wu Xiuwen to be tired of coping.

Wu Xiuwen exerted all his strength, and gradually moved back to a slight disadvantage, but after more than a dozen rounds, because after all, he had initially mastered the coordination of the soft sword and the folding fan, and it was already rare to be able to control the round-trip flying spin attack of the folding fan for dozens of rounds in a row.

Finally, when he flew back to attack Li Mochou again, he was hit by Li Mochou's sword, and flew crookedly to the side, Wu Xiuwen was dealing with Li Mochou's attack, and he accidentally didn't answer it in time, and the fan fell heavily on the ground on the side.

"Hahaha! Look what tricks you can play!" Li Mochou sneered and continued to wave his double sword to kill Wu Xiuwen, Wu Xiuwen replied disdainfully: "It's not certain who will kill the deer!"

"Look what else you have to make your mouth hard!" Li Mochou gritted her teeth and made a killing move, but the keen intuition she had cultivated over the years of fighting in the rivers and lakes made her feel panicked for no reason, her vest was cold, and a deadly sense of crisis struck. (To be continued)