ten steps one kill

In the early morning of the next day, the sun was shining brightly, and another night of turmoil passed by. Outside the main gate of Zhujianzhuang, there were already crowds of people gathering in an endless stream.

The second arena of the martial arts conference will be held here soon.

The day before, in order to hunt down the thugs who serially killed innocent women, Duan Changya changed the rules arbitrarily and changed the contest to chasing the murderer.Now that the villains have been eradicated, and the criminals of Lantian Temple have also been put to death in Qingguangya, the rumors that Mo Xie Sword is an evil sword have finally subsided, and the stones in everyone's hearts have also fallen to the ground.Although the turbulent waves were still raging in the strait and the ship to Yingzhou Island had not resumed yet, people still gathered in the arena full of expectations, looking forward to today's competition.

Now, in times of crisis, everyone accepts their desires openly.

The three famous families did not disappoint them either, and they all appeared on the high seats at the same time.The three Patriarchs and accompanying confidantes had already sat down in their respective seats, ready for battle.

Today's challenger is from Dongfeng Hall, Song Yungui's most valued disciple, Mu Xue.

Mu Xue has been accompanying the two sides of the table, and before he left, he felt that all the eyes on and off the stage were focused on him.As soon as she stood up, the crowd in the distance burst into an uproar.

"Is there no successor for Dongfengtang? How dare you ask a woman to compete in martial arts? It's so embarrassing."

"Didn't this woman be injured by Wuxiang Gong yesterday? If we take action against her, don't we want to bear the name of injustice?"

"Song Yungui sent her to sit in town, and I don't know what An's thoughts are."

If it was normal, Mu Xue would definitely not pay attention to these wild words, but today, she was poked in pain, and she just felt her heart tightening.

She was accidentally injured by Fang Wuxiang in Qing Guangya yesterday, which made her regret all night.Although she has recuperated and drank the expensive soup that Song Yungui personally made for her, her injury has not improved. Early this morning, she felt that her true energy was blocked, her chest was tight and short of breath, her face was pale, and her hands and feet were limp. With a breath of ambition, I barely stood here.

Song Yungui's gaze also turned to her.

Her shoulders tensed immediately, and she said loudly: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely win this battle."

Song Yungui smiled at her and said, "Don't panic, just do what you can, and don't make your injuries worse just to win."

She shook her head and said: "My injury is no longer serious, I will definitely go all out and never lose."

Song Yungui smiled lightly: "It doesn't matter if you lose."

Mu Xue couldn't help being startled, and cast a questioning look at the other party.Due to her negligence yesterday, the sword formation that Dongfengtang was proud of was defeated by Wuxiang Gong, and her colleague Song Mang also lost his life because of it.The original two candidates to defend the ring, now she is the only one left. She frowned, and her tone involuntarily became serious: "If I lose, Mo Xie Sword will fall into the hands of others."

Contrary to her expectations, Song Yungui shook his head again and said, "Mo Xiejian is not as important as my beloved disciple."

She opened her eyes wide, showing a look of complete surprise, however, Song Yungui looked at her calmly with a smile on his face.

Although Song Yungui had a foot disease, his brows were extremely straight, his eyes were bright and his teeth were bright, his expression was calm, and when he was smiling, he was calm and gentle.Mu Xue is still young, and she respects and respects the hall master, when she meets the other party's eyes, her heart suddenly throbs, she becomes dizzy, and her cheeks feel slightly hot.

At the beginning, Song Yungui discovered her from the Caotai troupe, and paid enough money to redeem her. At that time, she was just a doll in her early ten years old, and she wanted to kneel down and kowtow to worship her master in fear, but Song Yungui said: "Don't call me master!" , I was a businessman in the first half of my life, and now I have a broken leg, so I can't teach decent martial arts. I have collected many martial arts secrets from everywhere, and you can read them as you like." Seeing the suspicious look on the other side, he added He said, "You have excellent comprehension in learning opera, and you must be a good player in martial arts. From now on, you will be my right-hand man and it will be my reward."

From then on, Mu Xue joined Dongfengtang, and gradually understood the big and small situations in the martial arts. I heard that there are many rules in the famous school, and the master's restraint on the disciples is often unreasonable.But Song Yungui trusted her even more and allowed her to grow freely. As time passed, her admiration for the hall master gradually grew.Now at the age of first love, every time he gets along with Song Yungui, he will have delusions that shouldn't be there, his heart is beating, and it's hard to control himself.

But she has always been self-disciplined, and the idea of ​​vigilance immediately appeared in her mind.She knew early on that the hall master was romantic by nature, merciful everywhere, always surrounded by women, all of whom were young and beautiful, but each of them stayed for a short time, and disappeared within a few months at most.Of course she didn't want to end up like them, and she made up her mind that she would never be a passing cloud receiving the favor of rain and dew.But to be an upright and upright disciple of the closed door, serving the hall master around.

Song Yungui saw that she didn't answer for a long time, so he added: "You don't have to feel guilty. Although the Moxie Sword is precious, it's just a stunt in the final analysis. You can't rely on famous swords or martial arts to gallop in the rivers and lakes, but rely on people's hearts."

Mu Xue was stunned, then said sadly: "But if I lose this battle, I will lose my heart at the same time."

Song Yungui laughed and said: "You think of people's hearts too simply. If people's hearts are just the outcome of a martial arts competition, there will be no intrigues in the rivers and lakes, or in court."

Mu Xue raised her head and said, "Please sir call me."

"Yesterday you were accidentally injured in order to eradicate evil and promote good. Everyone saw your behavior, but none of those people stepped forward to help you. Today, if they take advantage of you , is really losing face and losing people's hearts."

"……I understand."

"Go when you understand, don't force yourself."

Song Yungui patted Mu Xue's shoulder lightly. The heat of his palm made the latter lose his mind for a moment. He nodded immediately and stepped into the ring, waiting for the challenger to declare war.

The people below the ring were crowded, and as Song Yungui expected, people were discussing why she was injured yesterday.

The sword pool still stands in the center of the empty field, as if it has not changed.

But her state of mind is very different from yesterday. In order to represent Dongfengtang in the martial arts conference, she has made detailed preparations, and she is only waiting for a result of a complete victory and a glorious sect.However, at the moment, all her determination was useless, and her chances of winning were also wiped out.The more generous Song Yungui was to her, the more guilty she felt.

She held the Emei double thorns she was proud of, but her palms were faintly sweating.

Soon, she waited for the first challenger.

It was a young man wielding a spear, with a handsome expression. Mu Xue looked at his appearance carefully, and felt very familiar, as if he had seen this face before, but because this person's appearance was too ordinary, unremarkable, for a while Can't even remember.

The other party didn't keep her waiting, stood the weapon beside him, clasped his fists together, and said straight to the point: "I'm in Xia'an Guangsha, from Xiling Village, please give me your advice."

Mu Xue was startled, and then remembered the identity of this person, he was the young head of Xiling Village.

Xiling Village is also one of the famous martial arts schools in the past. It is located in the hinterland of the Central Plains, at the confluence of the three rivers in the Baling area. It was originally a village where the local people spontaneously gathered to resist bandits. Assisting the officers and soldiers to bring peace to the people, making contributions and being rewarded by the imperial court, thus laying a foundation and growing stronger and stronger.

The last time Mu Xue met An Guangsha was at the martial arts conference a few years ago.At that time, An Guangsha's father had just passed away, and he inherited the position of head of the family at a young age. Although he was a junior, his words and deeds were open and generous, and he talked and laughed happily with Song Yungui, Duan Qichang and others without showing any timidity.

However, time has changed, and not long ago, Xilingzhai was raided by the imperial court for the crime of adultery with foreign relatives.The young master was also taken to prison.He had already been condemned to death, but thanks to the succession of the new emperor and the amnesty of the world, he was able to save his life.

His appearance at the martial arts conference immediately aroused a lot of discussion.

He didn't seem to mind, picked up the spear again, turned to his back, clasped it tightly by his wrist, and pressed it against his shoulder.

One side is up to the sky, the other side is down to the ground, the shadow of the gun falling on the ground is only a small round spot.

There is no shadow left in the horizontal direction, and it runs through the universe—this is the almost perfect starting point of this move.

An Guangxia's black eyebrows were high and his expression was calm.

Seeing An Guangsha's posture, Mu Xue couldn't help being secretly startled.His starting position is very stable, holding a long spear in his hand, it is not swaying, he must have a deep foundation of internal strength, he is not very old, it seems that his internal strength is the result of solid and hard training.

In the rivers and lakes, the desire for profit is constant, wrong paths are everywhere, and temptations from all directions emerge in endlessly, like flowers passing by.In the world, there are not many people who can resist all this and live a serious life.Such people can often recognize each other at a glance, and cherish each other without knowing each other.

The first time Mu Xue saw An Guangsha, she felt a bit of sympathy for each other. If it was the usual, she would fight against a master, and she would definitely be more motivated and use stronger skills than usual.But today she only felt that the soles of her feet were weak, her hands became more and more stiff, and the anxiety in her heart was all written on her face.

In a blink of an eye, An Guangsha came attacking with a gun.

His gun is also different, regardless of the head and tail of the gun, both sides are sharp blades, and they all have a hunting light.

A long spear is no bigger than a dagger, its body is bigger and its weight is much heavier, and the extra blade makes it a bit more difficult to control.But An Guangsha held the gun very steadily, and his movements were as easy as swinging a small stick, while Mu Xue held the light double thorns, but her steps were muddy.

The spears were hunting and dancing, and the blades on both sides staggered and attacked, weaving an airtight net.Mu Xue was like a fish caught in a net, seeing that she was getting farther and farther away from the water surface, but she still couldn't get rid of her opponent's entanglement.

The Emei thorn was originally used for water warfare. When she came to Dongfengtang, she searched Song Yungui's collection of martial arts secrets countless times, tried and groped repeatedly, and finally picked out the most suitable weapon.When she was young, she sang and sang with the stage troupe everywhere, learned a lot of boxing routines, learned from others' strengths, and changed a lot. This is her advantage.However, she has not practiced internal skills, and her Qi Yun foundation is weaker than ordinary people, which is her disadvantage.Fenshui Emei Thorn is small and flexible, it can be used as a sword in the near distance, a spear in the distance, or a weapon.

It's a pity that today's her movements are not flexible enough, even her eyes and ears are more sluggish than usual.Every move was completely suppressed by the opponent, and he retreated steadily.

Seeing that she was already standing on the edge of the ring, if she took another step back, she would end up in defeat.At this moment, An Guangsha changed his momentum, and after feinting, he suddenly turned his stab into a sweep, and with the strength of his arm, he used the body of the spear as a stick to hit Mu Xue's neck.

This is a very oppressive move, the blade of the gun draws a sharp and thin arc in the air like a crescent moon.

Arriving at Emei with her brows, the dazzling sharpness overwhelmed Zhaohui at this moment and poured into Mu Xue's eyes.

Mu Xue leaned back, and at the same time turned the thorn in her finger, relying on the force of the rotation, it hit the spear blade a short distance away.

Fighting in short combat, the large and small blades rubbed against each other violently, and sparks flew everywhere. Although the force of the small blade was light, it was just right, and the big blade was slightly moved away from its original track.Although the difference was only half an inch, this half inch was enough for her to stagger her throat.

However, just pushing aside one side could not resolve the crisis, and the other side came one after another, attacking her roaringly.

The half moon turned into a ring, driving Mu Xue to a corner in an instant.

Mu Xue yelled in her heart that something was wrong, but the weapon in her hand could no longer turn sharply, and could no longer resist a blow for her.

There is no way out behind her. Although the ring is not too high, it will be difficult to climb up after falling.

She doesn't want to lose.

Even in front of the life-threatening knife, she still refused to back down, and the momentary spurt of spirit firmly nailed her in place, and a bright full moon poured directly towards her chest.

She actually felt the joy she had not seen for a long time.

From the first day she stepped into Dongfeng Hall in fear, or earlier, from the first day she staggered onto the stage, she never admitted defeat.Learning to play is very hard. Before she was ten years old, all her nails were broken once, and the skin on her hands and feet had already been worn out several times. However, she has seen the fate of many women in the decadent world, and they are far more miserable than her. .They can only drift with the tide and be slaughtered by others.And she, at least with a pair of scarred hands, grabbed a straw that was thrown at her.

At that moment, she had completely forgotten Song Yungui's instructions.I would rather blood splash on the spot than admit defeat.

But she didn't expect that the full moon would fall without warning, and half of the spear blade sank downward before hitting her.

Suddenly there was a large gap in front of her, like the vast darkness left by the moonfall, and the Emei thorn in her hand had stopped in the middle, she almost picked it up instinctively, tearing the darkness apart——

The point of the thorn hangs half an inch away, just in time to seal An Guangsha's throat.

Mu Xue panted heavily, still in shock, as if she had just woken up from a nightmare.

An Guangsha put the gun away steadily, lowered his head, cupped his fists and said, "I lost."

There was an uproar in the audience.

But Mu Xue didn't have the slightest joy of victory. She stared at An Guangsha's face, and saw that the latter's expression was flat, he didn't even take a breath, and he didn't look like he was defeated at all.She glanced down the stage again, and saw people squinting and looking at her, with doubts and even contempt in their expressions.

She asked in a trembling voice: "Did you let me on purpose just now?"

An Guangsha finally raised his head, and replied in a flat tone: "I didn't expect that the heroine's injury is still unhealed, sorry."

She frowned and said, "The results just now don't count, you and I will compare again."

An Guangsha just shook his head: "I can't accompany you."

"why?"

"I'm ashamed."

"Where is the shame?"

"Since you consider yourself a gentleman, you should not take advantage of others, let alone take advantage of women."

When Mu Xue heard the words, there was a buzz in her mind, and a sense of shame surged to the top of her head, making her scalp numb.

She still wanted to argue, but An Guangsha jumped off the ring like a gust of wind.She raised her eyes in a daze, and cast her gaze to the high platform involuntarily. Seeing Song Yungui frowning from a distance, shaking her head repeatedly, her heart was even more confused.

There were bursts of noisy discussions from the audience, and she only heard a few words, all talking about the competition just now.

In the past, she never cared about other people's comments, but at this moment, she just felt like a lump in her throat, and the sour taste was hard to swallow.

She looked around frequently, hoping that the next opponent would appear in the crowd as soon as possible to break the embarrassing silence.

Finally, she saw a figure walking towards the ring.

There was more than one person who came, but there were three of them side by side.

Shaking fans and smiling behind the three of them was the leader of the Bloody Clothes Gang wearing a blood-colored jade crown.

Those who played for Xue Yuguan were exactly the three luthiers he was proud of - Tian Gong, Ruan Jiao, and Zhu Yu.

An Guangsha had already stepped into the crowd, and there were many people from Xiling village waiting for him to return. However, when he was halfway there, he saw Sanqin Master passing by him and walked to the stage together. Frowning, he took a few steps backwards, stopped in front of the three of them, and said: "The arena is a one-on-one competition, if you go up together, are you planning to cheat?"

Tian Gong and Ruan Jiao stopped in their tracks and said, "Who said we're going to be on stage, we're just watching the battle and cheering."

Only Zhu Yu bypassed An Guangsha, jumped onto the ring, pulled out the weapon from his waist, and said loudly: "The one who wants to attack is me."

Zhu Yu's knife is very eye-catching.

He himself is dressed in luxurious clothes, and the knife is just like him, with simple and honest texture, intricate carvings on the handle, and even the pins are plated with gold, which looks priceless.Compared with An Guangsha's simple double-edged gun, it is really heaven and earth.

His expression was also very different from An Guangsha's. When An Guangsha faced the battle, he only had the battle situation in his eyes, concentrated his attention, and had no other distractions.But there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and fox-like eyes wandered over Mu Xue's body, without concealing the contempt in his eyes.

"Little girl, I don't intend to let you go. It's too late for you to admit defeat now."

Mu Xue sneered, "I didn't intend to lose either."

"Okay." Zhu Yu nodded, put the blade in the crook of his left arm, wiped off the dust, and immediately the silver light flowed on the blade, dazzling.

The knife is an excellent knife, much better than the two spears just now, but the person who holds the knife may not be as clever as Fang Cai.

Mu Xue stared at him carefully, capturing his every move. The blade in his hand was rather long, but he was swinging the short blade. The slightly raised wrist revealed the eagerness to attack. However, the distance between the bottom of the wrist and the edge of the blade was Inside, there are at least three flaws.

Flaws are opportunities for victory.

Thinking of this, Mu Xue raised her fighting spirit again, and she couldn't wait to win this battle, so as to avenge her shame and restore Dongfengtang's reputation.

It was like finding a lone boat on the boundless sea, which rekindled hope in her heart that had almost sunk into the bottom of the sea.

She raised her hand to strike first.

Zhu Yu didn't seem to have expected her speed, and hastily received the move.This move was really mediocre, Mu Xue was overjoyed, and immediately aimed at one of the openings, and drove straight in.

Her skill is quick and wonderful, the double blades are pushed and twisted one after another, as flexible as the extension of her arms.Zhu Yu was caught off guard by her.Hastily changed from slashing to slashing, however, Mu Xue moved a step faster, crossed the double stabs in front of her chest, and took a vertical slash from the opponent, then pushed aside the long knife with one hand, and rested on the wrist with the other hand. With the inertia, he tried his best to send it to the other side's door.

Zhu Yu dodged and dodged, and retreated involuntarily. Mu Xue took the opportunity to chase forward, biting every step, and pushed Zhu Yu to the edge of the ring.

The chance of victory is close at hand, as long as the next stab is aimed at the bottom of the wrist, forcing the opponent to abandon the sword to protect himself, then he has won.

As long as you win this quick battle, you can restore the decline and regain your prestige.

Mu Xue has already made a move.

The blow she delivered would have undoubtedly hit, if it wasn't for a cold light suddenly shining from behind Zhu Yu, slashing straight to the center of her eyebrows.

She was terrified, leaping back instinctively.The cold light brushed her eyes and flew past, if it was half an inch closer, she would have become blind at this moment.

The cold light came from a machete.

The scimitar was in Ruan Jiao's hand.

Mu Xue stood firm and saw Zhu Yu wipe the knife with her left sleeve again, then sheathed the knife and looked at herself with a smile.

She was furious and said angrily, "Are you planning to join forces to cheat?"

With a smile, Zhu Yu said: "How could it be, I'm just tired, so let him take my place."

"you--"

Her angry reprimand was interrupted by Ruan Jiao: "We just changed positions, and I will still challenge you alone."

Mu Xue was in a hurry and wanted to curse, but Ruan Jiao had already made a move, and the scimitar was under her nose, so she could only rally and fight in a hurry, but the movement of the scimitar was completely different from before, she couldn't figure out the essential point for a while, and with The opponent unleashed more than a dozen tricks one after another, barely holding the position under his feet.However, she was out of breath, and her inner strength was gradually weakening.

After all, with internal injuries, the longer the battle is delayed, the more unfavorable it will be for her.She squinted her eyes, trying her best to find flaws in the opponent's every move.Then, Tici drove straight in——

"Now you have nowhere to hide—!" she cried out in passion.

Before she finished speaking, there was another silver light behind her, this time galloping towards her shoulder like a meteor, she only had time to turn half of her body, the flying sharp blade rubbed against her upper arm, scratching her clothes and flesh .

The wound was hot and painful, bleeding immediately.

Ruan Jiao's scimitar was withdrawn without any haste, and the third person, Tian Gong, took his place on the stage.

Tamiya's weapon was actually a throwing knife, he threw one just now, and now he took out another one from the bottom of his sleeve.He hooked the ring on the handle with his fingers, threw the flying knife around in the air, and even hummed a tune.

Mu Xue was even angrier, wishing to teach this person a lesson immediately.Unexpectedly, his eyes suddenly turned white, his head became dizzy, instead of being able to make a move, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

She hastily wiped off the blood around her mouth, opened her eyes, and was startled again, it turned out that Tamiya was close at hand, holding the throwing knife in the palm of her hand, as a short stabbing blade, aiming at her chest and sweeping towards her.

She hurriedly blocked, the wound on her shoulder was affected, and there was a sudden sharp pain. The torment of internal and external injuries deformed her movements, and she was completely unable to stop the fierce attack of the opponent.Soon, new wounds appeared on his body.

Tamiya always had a smile on his lips, taking advantage, but he didn't attack the opponent's vital points, but only poked at the front and back of the neck, as if he was playing with the prey he got.

Although Mu Xue had determined his intention, she had no time to resist, Tamiya was extremely fast, her hands were as dexterous as turning a string, and she snapped off the buttons on her skirt after a few back and forth.

She whispered badly, the inner garment slid away along her shoulders, and a gap was opened in the tight-fitting top, revealing a large collarbone, which rose and fell with her breath.

Tian Gong looked at her from the side, and said with a sneer: "Such skin is as fat as jade, if you don't serve Song Yungui well, why do you want to be knifed?"

Mu Xue covered the skirt of her clothes tightly, then raised her hand and pointed her sharp edge at the other party, angrily said: "Don't insult the hall master."

Tamiya just responded with a smile: "What's the use of you arguing with me, now I'm your enemy."

"I will never lose to a bastard like you!"

Tamiya sneered, with his arms crossed in front of him, the flying knives between his fingers turned into five.

Mu Xuefan suddenly realized that the three of them were fighting with her just now, but with the intention of playing with the prey, it was only at this moment that they really showed their fangs.

The five cold blades were condensed like stars, and they all galloped towards her feet.

North, south, east, west, she has no direction to hide.

She didn't even have the strength to jump up again.

She can only close her eyes.

In the darkness, there was a ping-pong sound above her head, a silver light like a full moon shot down all five throwing knives.

It's that simple, straight, and provocative spear.

An Guangsha's gun.

Five throwing knives fell at the sound, and they all plunged into the wooden frame on the ground.

Tian Gong said with a sneer: "Young master of Xiling Village, you have lost once just now, and you still have the face to mess around?"

An Guangxia said: "The rules of the martial arts tournament, if you lose once, you may not be able to challenge a second time."

"The rules of the Martial Arts Tournament, you shouldn't come here to disrupt the situation before she and I have decided the outcome."

"You're wrong, she's already planning to rest off stage."

After An Guangsha finished answering, he turned his head and winked at Muxue.

Mu Xue raised her head and stared at him blankly.

He is not tall, but his back is solid and reliable.

Xilingzhai has lost the fact of being a famous family and has become a laughing stock of martial arts, but his words and deeds are no different from the past, and he still upholds the style of a famous family.

Mu Xue's gaze drifted far away, to the high platform, and saw Song Yungui standing up with his cane, his eyes were on the ring, his eyes were full of worry.

She clenched her fists tightly, then loosened them again, and finally retracted the Emei double thorns in her hands, clasped her fists and said, "I lost."

An Guangsha nodded, then turned to Tamiya, and said, "Now I can justifiably challenge."

Tamiya snorted and said, "As you wish."

An Guangsha was not in a hurry to make a move, but turned his gaze to the audience, and raised his voice: "It is enough for me to deal with the three of you alone, and you don't have to bother to find a reason to deceive me, why don't you go together."

Mu Xue returned in vain, keeping her head down all the way.

She just felt that she had never been so depressed, and many muddled images flashed in her mind, sometimes it was Song Mang rushing to die in vain, and sometimes it was Fang Wuxiang who was obsessed with a single thought, but every thought ended with her mediocre self.

How proud she was once, how downcast she is now.

She had already returned to Song Yungui's side, but she didn't dare to look up at the other person's face, she just said in a low voice, "Sir, I'm sorry."

Soon, she heard the other party's concerned voice: "How is your injury? Is it okay?"

Her injuries were not minor, regardless of the external injuries, the internal injuries also showed signs of aggravation, and her internal organs seemed to be on fire.But she just shook her head and said, "It doesn't matter."

Song Yungui nodded and said: "That's good. I said earlier that you should not care about winning or losing. You shouldn't compete with those shameless people." As he spoke, he put a small bottle into her palm, "Come on, take this medicine first. Take it."

Mu Xue smelled the smell of medicine in the bottle, it was the kind that Song Yungui specially sent someone to brew last night, all the precious medicinal materials were used, and the rest was painstakingly made into pills for her.She was moved and regretful at the same time, holding back the astringency in her nose, and simply thanked her.

Song Yungui watched her take the pill, and called the accompanying servants to cleanse her wound.At the end, he asked: "Do you feel better? If the injury is serious, go back and rest first."

Mu Xue immediately shook her head and said, "I don't want to go back yet."

Song Yungui said: "Then let's sit down and watch the battle together."

According to his words, Mu Xue took a seat beside the hall master, and suddenly woke up, she boldly took the position of deputy.

She turned her head slightly, and she really found that all the disciples of Dongfeng Hall behind her were looking sideways at her, with very displeased expressions on their faces.She led the sword formation yesterday, but lost to Fang Wuxiang alone, and today she was teased and humiliated in the arena.At this moment, she still enjoys all the preferential treatment, and even sits on an equal footing with the hall master. As a result, everyone's prejudice against her has deepened, and the dissatisfaction has accumulated to the extreme.

However, Song Yungui didn't intend to blame her in the slightest, and his expression was relaxed, as if he had already decided to belong to the deputy.Seeing it in Mu Xue's eyes, for some reason, a burst of cruelty arose in her heart.

——Even though I was looked down upon in the past, I don't need your affirmation, as long as the hall master treats me well, I will be satisfied.

She had always been proud and arrogant, and once rebellious thoughts took root in her mind, she couldn't get rid of them, and even the seat under her became more comfortable.

She followed Song Yungui's gaze towards the ring.

Song Yungui looked at it, and said: "These three people who claim to be luthiers are the followers of the notorious Xue Yuguan. They have no sense of shame and regard their reputation as dung, so it is not surprising that people die."

"Human life?" Mu Xue showed surprise.

Song Yungui nodded, but quickly let go of his brows, and said, "Don't worry, there's Duan's in charge of the arena, and I'm afraid no one will succeed,"

Mu Xue was startled, thinking of the experiences of the past few days, that long life was indeed ahead of others in everything, and he regarded eliminating evil and promoting good as his duty.She turned her gaze to the opposite side of the high platform, and she really saw Duan Changya arguing with her father, with a look of restlessness.

Song Yungui waited for her to look away before he said, "You see, this martial arts conference, our Dongfeng Hall can only watch from the sidelines, and we don't need to get too deep."

"Is it okay to lose Moxie Sword?"

"It's okay, you have to take a long-term view, and you can't stick to the immediate interests."

"Oh..." Mu Xue nodded in response, but her face was filled with a half-understanding expression.

Song Yungui smiled slightly and said: "In the past, you devoted yourself to practicing martial arts and kept your ears to the outside world. Naturally, you don't understand the greed for profit and unpredictable people in the Jianghu. This time, you just learned a little more by taking advantage of the time to heal your wounds."

Mu Xue blinked, and said hesitantly: "Sir, Duan Changya's use of the sword to slay evil and help chivalry is also fake, is it also for profit?"

Song Yungui replied: "It's not necessarily fake, it's just the word chivalry, which is a decoration that people in the world wear when they are in good times. Just like wealthy people use jewelry to decorate their appearance, warriors also need to decorate their spirit. Your beauty is not fake, but it cannot stand the test, and once you encounter adversity, you will reveal your true colors."

Mu Xue was surprised and didn't answer for a while.Song Yungui smiled lightly: "I told you these words, not to make you believe immediately, you just need to see with your own eyes and witness for yourself."

Mu Xue was terrified, and immediately argued: "How can I not believe in Mr.'s teachings, it's just that I'm so ignorant that I can't comprehend it for a while."

Song Yungui nodded and said, "I can see how sincere you are to me. It's just that you are busy with official duties and neglect to care about your life. If you have any requests, just ask them."

Mu Xue said: "I just want to work for Dongfengtang, nothing else."

"Really? Speaking of which, you have also reached the age of marriage. If you fall in love with a young man, just tell me, and I will make the decision for you."

Mu Xue was stunned, her cheeks burned involuntarily: "I am wholeheartedly loyal to the hall master, and I have no other thoughts."

Song Yungui raised his eyebrows, and his warm palm fell on her shoulder again: "Okay, as long as you are willing to be my sharp sword, I will definitely not treat you badly."

"Yes." Mu Xue nodded heavily.

The severe burning pain between the meridians, the sharp gaze from behind... All kinds of differences wove into an invisible cage around her.Only Song Yungui's promise was that the sunlight that passed through the prison would rekindle her heart fire.

Unexpectedly, she spread her wings like a moth to a flame.

In the arena, An Guangsha was also trapped in the cage.

The cage that imprisons him is visible, woven of sharp knives, three different knives, three different men.

Although these three people have different appearances, heights, and looks, they all have similar elegant demeanors. They call themselves luthiers, and their voices are as noisy as strings, cold and pleasant.

It sounds good, of course, but it's a pity that there is no warmth, and the words uttered are as cold as ice: "Young Master, have you really thought clearly? We are three against one, will we really not break the rules?"

They were asking questions on the surface, but their tone was full of provocation, as if they couldn't wait to stir up An Guangsha's anger.

An Guangsha was not angry, but said indifferently: "It's okay, even if the three of you go up together, I will admit defeat and will never pursue the rules."

The three of them seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and as soon as his words fell, they couldn't wait to draw their knives out of their sheaths.

The sound of unsheathing is also very neat, three different textures grind out different high and low sounds, but they converge to one place by coincidence, forming a sharp sound, as if a silver bottle is broken suddenly, and a cold spring enters the abyss, echoing in the mountains. The top lingers for a long time.

Then, the dazzling light of the sword turned into a cage, imprisoning An Guangsha.

Only when you see the formation of three people, you will suddenly realize that they competed with Mu Xue just now, but it was just a joke, and they didn't show their real skills at all.

Every note of the score they wove with knives and lights is surly. Once touched, the skin will be ripped apart and blood will splash, and the severe one will be covered with cuts and bruises, and the bones will be broken.

Anyone who is locked in such a cage and haunted by such ghostly melodies cannot help feeling frightened.

The figures of the three people were staggered, their clothes fluttered, their expressions were calm, and even their hair crowns were never loosened.An Guangsha's face was already dripping with sweat, and his muscles were tense.

But An Guangsha did not show timidity.

He has a will of steel.

Of course, the human body cannot be turned into steel. Even if one has practiced such superior internal strength as the golden bell cover, it can stand firm in front of mountains of knives and seas of fire at most for a moment and a half.

But human will can be turned into steel, which can resist malicious intrusion all the time and be indomitable.

An Guangsha has such a will. He became the head of Xiling Village at a young age, and then experienced the decline of his family, ruined his reputation, became a prisoner of his rank, and fell from the peak to the bottom.He almost took over the splendor and ups and downs of other people's lives, but his gun was still bright and straight, like a teenager who had never experienced hardship.

Because of this, he doesn't care about other people's cold eyes, nor does he care how embarrassed he looks, he only cares about the final result - as long as he can win, he will never admit defeat.

He was exhausted, but there was a smile on his lips.

Zhu Yu couldn't help being stunned, his sword was ruthless, and he was peeking at An Guangsha's head all the time, he really didn't understand how this man could still laugh when he was in prison and his life was at stake.

He couldn't help asking: "What are you laughing at?"

Panting heavily, An Guangsha raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Because I'm very happy."

"Are you happy to finally die?"

"Of course not. I'm happy because I've seen through your tricks."

Zhu Yu was startled, almost doubting his own ears.Right now, the three luthiers surround An Guangsha in the center of the ring, like a hunter surrounding a trapped beast. Seeing that the trapped beast has little energy left, it only takes ten more rounds for the hunter to subdue the trapped beast and usher in a complete victory. victory.

— that's what he intended.

But the trapped beast smiled, and said unhurriedly: "Your formation is different from others, because the weapons held by the three of them are different. Others' formation pursues uniformity, but you are like playing music. Everyone Take their respective tunes, put together