a ruthless swordsman

137.

He lowered his head suddenly, almost touching the tip of my nose.

I felt uncomfortable all over, and subconsciously took a step back, but Jiang Yufeng caught me back.His palm on my forearm moved to the back of my waist, and he gently moved forward with his arms around my waist, and said with a deep smile: "Ning Qianzhong brought you here?"

Trapped within an inch of his arm, I turned my face and snorted coldly, as my answer to him.

"Then do you know who he brought into this stone room every time?"

What kind of medicine was sold in the gourd surnamed Jiang, and he put on an attitude of not knowing beforehand, and left himself completely.

I nodded: "Yes, he told me."

Jiang Yufeng wondered, "Then you're still here?"

"..." I was silent for a moment, and I couldn't say a word: "Could it be that you thought I was kidnapped by him voluntarily?"

Jiang Yufeng smiled but didn't say a word, and suddenly pulled me into his arms. Before I could react, he hugged me onto the stone bed in a child-holding posture.

The stone bed was so hard that Jiang Yufeng let me sit on his lap, restraining me tightly.

I pushed him, but found that he couldn't push, but my stubborn temper came up, and I still stuck my neck and said, "Stay away from me."

"Chang Xuechu, since you know Ning Qianzhong's intention to bring you here, why did you tell me to stay away from you?" Jiang Yufeng's face was loose, but his palms were dishonestly poking in from the hem of my clothes.

People who practice martial arts all year round have more or less calluses in their palms.As soon as my palm touched my flesh, I shivered uncontrollably.

Damn it, the one with the surname Jiang won't come for real.

My heart was trembling, but I couldn't lose first on the face, so I forced myself to say: "I already called you Uncle Jiang, how can you eat young grass like an old cow!"

Jiang Yufeng kept moving his hands, dexterously tore open his clothes, and retorted with a smile: "It's also a kind of fun to call uncle in bed. Besides, I'm only less than ten years older than you. Isn't your father underestimating you too?" Mother eight years?"

How could he have the face to mention my father and mother?

I immediately lowered my face and desperately wanted to get up, but I asked Jiang Yufeng to push me back into my arms.

"Annoyed?"

I stared into his eyes and said angrily: "You and Ning Qianzhong are both broken sleeves, just make a couple together, and save others from harming others."

"Ning Qianzhong is, but I am not," Jiang Yufeng said with a smile, biting the corner of his lips, "but it's okay to change the taste once in a while."

As he spoke, he completely unbuttoned my robe, touched my cheek with his finger, moved it to his lips, and pressed it twice tentatively.

I was terrified immediately, like a kitten whose tail was stepped on.

Jiang Yufeng pried my lips open with his fingers, I clenched my teeth, bit his index finger hard, and looked up triumphantly.

Jiang Yufeng quickly pulled out his fingers, and there were fresh teeth marks on his knuckles.He didn't seem to notice the pain, so he looked away after a glance, and then grabbed my neck, his eyes were gentle and affectionate, but his fingers tightened inch by inch, and said in a gentle voice: "You haven't changed much, your courage is still the same as before. big."

I can't stop laughing.

138.

I could feel that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe under his restraint, my vision was empty, and my eyes were covered with warm tears.

Conscience, I didn't intend to shed tears, but the feeling of having someone choke my throat is really uncomfortable.

Just when I thought I was going to die today, Jiang Yufeng let go of his hand quietly.

He wiped away the water marks on my cheeks, and there was a faint trace of confusion in his eyes, forcing me to look at him: "Chang Xuechu, why aren't you afraid of death?"

This makes me how to answer.

Because I have already died at your hands once, and I am familiar with the word death, and I am not afraid of it the first time, so why should I be afraid of it the second time?

I looked into his eyes seriously: "If I don't tell you, you won't understand."

Jiang Yufeng smiled lightly, then suddenly lowered his head and pecked my lips.

I rely on!

"Then are you afraid of this?" Jiang Yufeng said, his lips and teeth touched, and he licked the corner of my lips lightly.

"Are you sick!"

I finally reacted and scolded him, and punched him hard in the chest.

what,

My inner strength can work.

If you don't fight at this time, when will you wait!

139.

My sword was left at the inn by Ning Qianzhong, and now I don't even have a weapon in my hand.

Jiang Yufeng let go of his hand with great interest, pulled out a sword from the stone wall and threw it to me, and said loudly: "Go on!"

The stone room can't be used, only through the contest of moves.The only thing that can't be broken in martial arts in the world is speed. I caught the long sword, made a wrong step, and stabbed Jiang Yufeng's neck with the sword.

He dodged quickly, returned to defense with his body, and fought me with his bare hands.

Jiang Yufeng's hand was like lightning, and he almost slapped my chest with his palm. I raised my sword to block it, but my internal force forced him back seven or eight steps.

I turned over and came out of the corner, my steps deviated to the right, and the sword body was sent out with the reverse arc of my wrist, approaching Jiang Yufeng's shoulder together with the sword edge.His body is like flying catkins, and he dodges lightly, as if playing hide-and-seek with me. Every time I make a move, he will calmly resolve it.

I settled down, thinking that my hands and feet were nimble, and raised my kick to kick Shangjiang Yufeng's left knee.The moment I stepped out, I brought up my sleeves, but Jiang Yufeng moved even faster, and grabbed my ankle with his big palm. I turned over suddenly, kicked back, and retreated to the original place in embarrassment.

Jiang Yufeng pointed out with a smile: "In just a few moves, how many kinds of sword techniques have you used? It's too complicated to learn, but you're not good at it. Your brain is clever, and you know how to adapt it in time, but it's a pity that you still lack practice."

Every word he said was reasonable, I listened to it all, rolled up my sleeves, and swung my sword straight at Jiang Yufeng again.

This time the sword was stronger than before, stabbing Jiang Yufeng's neck without any time.There is a huge difference in internal strength between me and him. If we want to gain benefits under Jiang Yufeng's hands, the only way is to keep improving in speed.

However, Jiang Yufeng uses iron wire as a weapon, and is proficient in all kinds of strange skills, and his martial arts moves are even more weird and treacherous.He can always see my flaws, dodging the sword's offensive time and time again.

If this goes on repeatedly, the end will be that I will run out of strength and can no longer lift the sword.

My palms were slightly sweaty, and I held the hilt of the sword in a circle in the air, and once again pierced through the air and slashed at Jiang Yufeng.

He didn't plan to play around with me anymore.

A master of Jiang Yufeng's realm, if he fights against me, it's to teach me at a good level, or to have a house wine with a child at a bad level.

He put two fingers together, clamped the sword edge, hooked the sword edge and pulled me over.

The long sword fell to the ground with a bang in my palm. I really had no strength left, so I let Jiang Yufeng hug me.

The smile on his face did not change: "You lost."

I said hoarsely, "Yes, what do you want?"

After going around and around, I returned to the stone bed, or rather, to Jiang Yufeng's lap.

He stretched out his left palm, revealing the mottled bloodstains on the seam between the index finger and the middle finger, and said indifferently: "Short, you cut my finger with a sword just now, and you said it yourself, what should I do?"

No, this is too bullying.

Jiang Yufeng was able to fight me with a mortal body, how could he be hurt by that ordinary long sword.This is clearly a wound he made on purpose, not even as big as the one my mother accidentally cut while cooking.

I was so wronged that I opened my mouth to scold him for being unreasonable.

But the rivers and lakes were originally like this, whoever has the highest martial arts is the master, and my skills are not as good as others, and even a few words will not do any good.

I wiped the blood between his fingers with the unbuttoned robe, and looked up at him eagerly: "Is it all right?"

Jiang Yufeng shook his head: "No."

"Then what to do!"

He held my hand and said solemnly: "I'll teach you, and you follow and do it again."

"what?"

He lowered his head and pecked my lips again.