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Feng Wuhen narrowed his eyes and said word by word.

He knew that Li Xunhuan was ordered by the imperial court to deal with the money gang this time.

Whether it's public or private, the money gang can't escape, and he doesn't mind making things big.

Li Xun Huan nodded heavily and stopped talking, but he complained more about the money gang in his heart.

In the evening, Yang Yan finally got news that Jing Wuming would go to the Silver Spring Casino tonight, alone.

...

night.

It was as bleak as ink, with only half a bright moon hanging above the nine heavens, and no stars could be seen.

Almost all the shops on both sides of the street are closed, except for the gambling house on the corner.

Silver Spring Casino.

It seems that only this shop closes very late every night, until all the gamblers lose their underwear.

After a long time, a young man in a black gown appeared on the street, walking slowly, but the target was very obvious, it was the Silver Spring Casino on the corner of the street.

There was a sword stuck in the right side of his waist, the hilt turned to the left, with a slight murderous look, but the murderous look did not come from him, but from the quiet sword.

Just as the young man was about to reach the gate of Yinquan Gambling House, he suddenly stopped and stood motionless on the street, his left hand hanging under the skirt of his clothes couldn't help but move.

He felt the change in the surrounding air, and a faint breath filled the street, but it was not murderous, but contemptuous and disdainful.

who is it?

How could the air be filled with contempt and disdain?

"Since it's exposed, why don't you come out and meet?"

The young man slowly opened his mouth with a calm voice.

He knew that the visitor had exposed himself on purpose.

As the voice fell, a person slowly walked out of the darkness and came behind Jing Wuming.

The pace is also slow, wearing a black robe, which is darker than the black gown on the young man, as if it belongs to this night.

He carried a sword on his back and a jug on his waist.

Feng Wuhen!

He came in person!

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the young man turned around slowly and looked at the person behind him, but then a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was only a flash, and then he became very calm.

It seemed that he had already expected that Feng Wuhen would appear.

"Long time no see, but you don't seem surprised by my presence."

Feng Wuhen looked at the young man, and said lightly, with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Everyone knew you would come, including me of course, but they didn't expect you to come so soon."

The young man said slowly, his face still very calm.

He is the confidant of Shangguan Jinhong, the leader of the Money Gang, Jing Wuming!The most uncompromising person in the entire Jincheng.

Five years ago, he met Feng Wuhen, but that meeting was not pleasant, because that time he represented Shangguan Jinhong to invite Feng Wuhen to join the Money Gang, but Feng Wuhen refused.

That time, he was completely defeated.

But five years have passed, and his swordsmanship has improved to a higher level, and he is no longer the person he was five years ago.

"In my impression, you don't seem to be a good gambler."

Feng Wuhen glanced at the direction of Yinquan Casino, and said lightly.

A gambler can never be a swordsman, because the most taboo thing for a swordsman is greed. Once a person becomes greedy, he will never be calm again.

A restless swordsman is destined to die a miserable death.

"I'm here to collect the bills. All the shops in Jincheng are branches of the Money Gang, including the Yingou Casino. If it wasn't for this, Fairy Jinghong wouldn't have told you my whereabouts."

Jing Wuming said slowly.

He has guessed everything.

Feng Wuhen smiled, very satisfied, he likes to deal with smart people, it will save a lot of trouble.

"Where's Ah Fei?"

Feng Wuhen asked straightforwardly.

"I can't tell."

Jing Wuming shook his head and refused.

"You know I must save him, it's not up to you to say it or not."

Feng Wuhen said with a smile.

"I know, but I still can't say it."

Jing Wuming still shook his head.

"Even if you die?"

Feng Wuhen smiled.

"Even if you die."

Jing Wuming nodded.

"I can kill someone for you."

Feng Wuhen said lightly.

Rarely has he been so patient with someone who rebels against him.

"I can do it myself."

Jing Wuming said with certainty.

"Your sword is indeed very fast. There must be no one in the entire Jincheng who has a faster sword than yours, but there is one person that you will definitely not be able to kill."

Feng Wuhen said with a smile.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Jing Wuming's expression changed.

He already guessed who Feng Wuhen was talking about.

Shangguan Fei.

Because of the esteem of the guild leader, Shangguan Fei privately said that he was the illegitimate son of the guild leader, made things difficult for him several times, and even wanted to kill him.

Feng Wuhen was right, he could kill anyone in Jincheng, but he absolutely couldn't kill Shangguan Fei.

"No need."

Jing Wuming finally shook his head, although he also thought about killing Shangguan Fei, but he couldn't do that, because once he did, he would betray the Qiang Gang and Shangguan Jinhong.

Not out of fear, but because he didn't want to be a traitor.

Seeing Jing Wuming being so stubborn, Feng Wuhen couldn't help shaking his head.

He valued Jing Wuming very much, but he never thought that Jing Wuming would be so willing to submit to someone like Shangguan Jinhong.

"Draw your sword."

Feng Wuhen looked at Jing Wuming, and said lightly, the smile on the corner of his mouth had disappeared.

Jing Wuming frowned, stretched out his left hand, and held it tightly on the hilt of the sword.

He knew that this battle was destined to be inevitable...

Chapter 143 The Other House in the Clouds

golden city.

Outside the Silver Spring Casino.

The evening wind blows lightly, and the dark night is bleak.

The noisy sound in the gambling house spread far to the street through the wind, like a switch, igniting a battle that was destined to start between masters!

A sword sound came, and then Jing Wuming pulled out the long sword from his waist in an instant, and went straight to Feng Wuhen, and stabbed Feng Wuhen's throat with a sword!

This sword, very fast!Very ruthless!

Because Jing Wuming knew that he only had one chance to use his sword!

Feng Wuhen stood quietly on the spot, seeing Jing Wuming rushing towards him like lightning, a flash of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Jing Wuming's sword is indeed faster than it was five years ago!

But in his eyes, it was still too slow!

Just when Jing Wuming's sword was only two fingers away from Feng Wuhen's throat, Feng Wuhen finally moved!

The sound of dragon chant is great!

Accompanied by silver flashes!

The Yitian Sword suddenly came out of its sheath, disappeared like a shooting star, and went back into its sheath again!

fast!

quickly!

It's almost time to breathe out, close and blink!

Feng Wuhen only made one move!

One move is enough!

The sword in Jing Wuming's hand had deviated from its original direction, his wrist was trembling, and he could hardly hold the sword in his hand!

There was a scar on his left shoulder, but it only hurt his black gown, leaving a gap.

He froze in place in horror, not daring to detail what happened just now.

Five years!

He spent five full years improving himself, but when facing Feng Wuhen, he found that he was even more vulnerable than five years ago.

Because Feng Wuhen has improved by more than a star and a half compared to five years ago, it seems to have become a person in another realm!

Five years later, he lost again!And lose completely!

If the sword just now hadn't stopped, his entire left arm would have been chopped off!

If that sword had deviated a little, he would have died in the dark night.

A sense of failure that made him despair filled his whole heart, and nothing was more unacceptable to him than complete defeat.

Five years later, he took another life.

He already owed Feng Wuhen two lives!

"I lost..."

Jing Wuming said blankly.

Originally, he thought that he already had the power to fight, but he didn't expect that he was still so vulnerable.

"This is not a gamble, there is no winning or losing, only the competition. You are a rare opponent."

Feng Wuhen said lightly.

On his face, there was no joy after winning, but more regret.

He felt a little regretful, people like Jing Wuming were unfortunately not the ones who surrendered to him.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Jing Wuming was stunned.

Although he was defeated, being called an opponent by the Sword Emperor was already an honor in itself.

He wanted to say something, but found that Feng Wuhen had turned and left.

How could he just let him go?

Jing Wuming was stunned, with a complicated expression, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.