Women's First Swordsman [Transmigration Book]

The moonlight is bleak, and it falls on the cornices like frost.

The two sword-wielding figures came and went, and the clash of weapons made the sound of killing gold and stones. After more than ten moves, sharp-eyed people have already seen the clues.

"That white-clothed snitch is really powerful. He was able to withstand thirteen swords under the master's hand. However, his skill is not deep, and I'm afraid he won't last long."

"How did the uncle see it?"

"Look, when their swords collided, the sect master retreated half a step, and the snitch in white retreated two steps. This is the difference in internal strength."

The facts are exactly as he said.

Mubai was able to carry Luo Wangchuan's thirteen swords thanks to Tianyuliufang. If it were an ordinary sword, it would have been a pile of scrap iron.

He has learned the horror of sword idiots. Even if his master Qin Shengyi is here today, he may not be able to gain the upper hand in a fight with him.

Every sword move of Qinglian Sword has a connection, like lotus petals gradually blooming, the previous moves are not powerful, but each move can pave the way for the future, and it is a sword technique that becomes stronger and stronger.

However, Liufeng Huixue Sword only attacks but not defends, its power is extremely terrifying, it can interrupt Qinglian Sword's moves with a single blow, and it cannot be connected at all.

Every time Mu Bai took a sword, the shock was transmitted from the sword body to the whole arm. After the thirteen swords, half of his body was numb, and his movements became more and more sluggish.

But he doesn't want to lose.

Mubai gritted his teeth, bit the bullet and swung the first move of Qinglian swordsmanship again.

"Keng--"

He raised his stiff arm and still swung the second and third moves...

Luo Wangchuan's sword was resisted, and he slapped it with his palm, Mu Bai lost his balance, and his paralyzed body fell off the cornice along with the tiles.

In the sight of the rapid fall, the black clothes on the wheelchair passed by.

Su Mo almost stood up from the wheelchair, but even with his lightness kung fu, it was impossible to catch Mu Bai before he landed.

No, not far enough.

He can't lose.

Mubai's unconscious fingers clenched tightly, he grasped the Tianyuliufang sword and stabbed it towards the ground, at the same time he put his toes on the wall for strength, drew out the sword, walked five steps quickly along the wall, stepped on the eaves and turned around, returned to the On the top of the hall.

Seeing him turning up again, Luo Wangchuan's eyes lit up, and he handed over the sword again.

This time Mu Bai didn't counteract with his sword, but took a step away and swung his sword.

If the light is bright enough, Luo Wangchuan can recognize that this is the footwork that Mu Bai learned from Elder Meng in the tournament.

He cut through the air with one sword, and at the same time he turned around, the sword edge drew an arc, and the sword light was sharp.While Mubai lowered his waist to dodge, he connected to the second move of Qinglian Sword.

The Liufeng Huixue sword fell into the air, and he slashed again with the arc of the sword. He opened his arms, supported by his right heel, and lay down straight on the back. When the arc of the sword passed by, he folded back like a spring, and performed the third thrust.

Luo Wangchuan frowned: "It really is Bai He's way."

The old man dodged left and right like this back then, but the Snitch in front of him seemed to have combined Xuanhemen's agility and sword skills.

I haven't mastered it yet, but it has already given Luo Wangchuan a headache.

His sword was all in the air, and the opponent's swordsmanship was strange. At first, he didn't think anything about it. After more than ten sword strikes, the killing intent in the sword glow made his spine chill, and the sword was ready to go. It is about to bloom, and a hundred flowers will kill after I bloom.

Luo Wangchuan flicked his wrist, and the sword swung rapidly in his hand, pulling out a beautiful sword flower.

The uncle who commented just now said: "The master is serious, this snitch is dangerous."

"Ah? Isn't it all the time?"

"How do you go all out in a duel? At least it won't hurt your life."

While talking, the two people on the cornice made more than ten strokes, Mubai's clothes were cut several times, and his body was covered with bloodstains.But the Tianyuliufang sword in his hand was extremely sharp, and with the blessing of the sword intent, he was able to confront Luo Wangchuan's sword head-on without losing the wind.

Luo Wangchuan no longer had the calmness he had at the beginning, his arm was swept by the blade of the sword, his skin was torn apart, and he was already a little powerless in the face of Mu Bai's increasingly powerful attack.

Based on his many years of fighting experience, it is not difficult to see that Mu Bai is holding back a big move, but it is impossible to stop it now.The jade on the Tianyu Liufang sword shone with light, and there was a faint tendency to explode. Luo Wangchuan frowned, gritted his teeth, injected all his skills, and stabbed with the sword.

Success or failure is here.

Mubai's Qinglian Sword is almost at its peak, but the stronger the sword intent is, the more difficult it is to control. If he wants to dodge this blow, the sword intent will be interrupted. All previous efforts are in vain, and he has no power to continue.

Mubai clenched his teeth, turned slightly sideways, and still swung his sword for the last time.

The Liufenghuixue sword pierced through the shoulder, and the Qinglian sword array exploded at the same time.The terrifying sword intent swept across the eaves like a huge wave, all the tiles were cracked, and the gravel rained down on the ground like a landslide.

Luo Wangchuan was bleeding profusely all over his body, and his Xuanyi was dyed dark black.He pulled out his sword, shook his whole body, and fell off the eaves.

Mu Bai wanted to pull him, but there was a tearing pain in his shoulder, and he couldn't even stand still.

Fortunately, Luo Ziyi arrived below in time and caught Luo Wangchuan.

"Master, are you alright, master? Look at me..." Luo Ziyi could clearly feel that several bones in Luo Wangchuan's body were broken, and he didn't dare to move more.

Luo Wangchuan hadn't lost consciousness yet, his eyes were open, and his voice was hoarse: "I lost."

"No, master, you didn't lose, you won't lose."

Luo Wangchuan just kept mumbling in a daze: "I lost..."

I don't know how many sentences I read, I suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and passed out.

Huamei had already rushed to the side, squatting down to check Luo Wangchuan's injuries.

"It's all my fault." Luo Ziyi's voice was choked up, he held Luo Wangchuan in his arms and dared not let go, "I will definitely practice my sword well in the future, master, don't die..."

"Bah, bah, bah." Thrush booed him, "Crow's mouth, go aside."

Luo Ziyi was silent, and after a while, he asked cautiously: "Humei...Sister Huamei, what's wrong with my master? Is there any help?"

Huamei laughed angrily at him: "Yes, yes, just don't curse him to death. Although Sect Master Luo is seriously injured, his life is not in serious danger for the time being, so here are a few people to help..."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and when they looked at the eaves again, the snitch in white had disappeared.

"Such a serious injury can escape, this hero in white is really powerful."

"Uncle, just now you called him a Snitch."

"Shut up, have you ever seen a thief who can injure the head of the sect like this? If the word spreads, do we want to mess with Lingyun Palace?"

"...Uncle Master said so."

Behind the main hall, the hero in white was being held in his arms.

"You let me down, I can walk by myself."

Su Mo lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "Be good, don't make trouble."

"..." Mu Bai almost burst open.

However, he couldn't get up to protest right now.

Su Mo carried him into the wing room, put him on the bed, took out a wooden box from under the bed, opened it, and found dozens of bottles and cans lying inside.

"Wow." Mu Bai exclaimed briefly, stretched his muscles, and then fell silent in pain.

Su Mo put the wooden box on the bedside, sat down beside the bed, and started to untie his blood-stained white clothes.

"Hey, don't, hiss..."

The placket has fallen off the shoulders, but Mu Bai is still protesting: "Don't take my clothes off."

Su Mo raised his eyes and saw his unconvinced and aggrieved appearance in pain. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't: "Don't move around, don't talk, I'll give you medicine."

"Hiss—you light, light, it hurts, it hurts..."

"Be patient, it will be fine soon."

Mubai clenched his teeth, endured the most painful period, and then relaxed a little.He stared at the top of the bed, diverted his attention, and asked, "My good brother, am I really strong?"

"Awesome, you are the most powerful."

Mu Bai squinted his eyes, and twitched in pain again.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the head of the bed: "I don't know how Sect Master Luo is injured."

A sword has no eyes, and a duel with a master like Luo Wangchuan must be done with all your strength, and you can't hold back at all.In fact, before the sword array exploded, Mu Bai deliberately controlled the direction, slightly away from Luo Wangchuan.

Even so, he might have to lie in bed for ten and a half months to recover.

"The sword almost pierced through your chest just now." Su Mo's hand suddenly exerted force, and the pain made Mu Bai tremble all over, almost jumping up, "You still have the heart to worry about him."

After a pause, he added: "Just now I asked Ye Xing to ask about it. Sect Leader Luo is fine. With Thrush, the injury will be stabilized soon."

Huamei's medical skills are among the best in the valley, and the senior sister asked her to follow, just because she was afraid of any mistakes during this trip.

Mu Bai felt relieved: "Fortunately, she is here."

Su Mo looked up at him.

Enduring the pain, Mu Bai pulled out several folds on the bed sheet with his hands, even his shoulders and collarbone arched with tension, his whole body was trembling.Beads of sweat dripped from the corners of his forehead, he gasped slightly, and suddenly he raised his brows and eyes like a small crescent moon: "Thank you, Brother Su Mo."

Su Mo: "..."

Terrible.