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The inner strength turned into sword energy through the sound of the zither, and shot at He Leng who was rushing halfway.

He Leng frowned tightly, and used his sword to deflect the incoming sword energy, but he had to stop.

In fact, his attacking method was correct, and it was right to be infinitely close to Mo Shaoheng. After all, Mo Shaoheng's inner strength was forcibly improved through medicine, not from continuous training. Mo Shaoheng was not good at melee combat.

The sword energy flew across the sky, and the people who watched the battle were also dumbfounded.

In general martial arts competitions, they wait for the right time to release their sword energy to deal a fatal blow to the opponent.

But the scene is different, the sound of the piano is bursting, and the sword energy is overflowing.

It made people's mouths open again and again, how deep is Lin Jiangxian's inner strength?

He Leng was also very dazed, he wanted to get closer, but the sword energy that didn't want money kept blocking him.

He originally planned that the other party's internal strength was exhausted, so he took the other party down in one fell swoop.

But how does it feel... endless, just like the continuous sound of the piano.

On the contrary, He Leng himself was exhausted physically, and his movements to avoid the sword energy were not small.

The expressions on the faces of the onlookers became more and more strange.

Because, Mo Shaoheng was still sitting obliquely on the stone arch like a Lanzhi jade tree, with his long hair flying, holding the guqin upright, and stroking the guqin gracefully.

"This is Spring and Autumn Fingering. It's really amazing. It's worthy of being the master of Qin."

"It's just why Immortal Linjiang would do this Spring and Autumn Fingering?" I couldn't figure it out.

As for He Leng, it formed a stark contrast. In order to avoid the sword energy, he crawled and rolled, and his movements were somewhat ugly in the eyes of everyone.

It had only rained, and the clothes were covered with mud, and many places were torn by the sword energy.

If it's nothing at ordinary times, no one can think about fighting and competing.

but……

Everyone looked at Mo Shaoheng for a while, and He Leng for a while, and they were a little embarrassed to look directly at them.

There is no harm without comparison.

"Could it be that Linjiang Immortal is teasing He Leng?" Someone whispered.

Now the people around are silent, and his mutterings are not uncommonly heard.

The expression on his face became more and more strange.

This is not good?

But why is my heart so sour?

In fact, Mo Shaoheng was not as relaxed as he appeared on the surface, He Leng was able to receive so many sword qis.

He is not good at melee combat, so he must do his best to prevent He Leng from approaching, but in the eyes of others, this is not the case.

"puff."

I don't know who it is, but I laughed out loud, and then quickly covered my mouth.

How could he laugh at such a solemn competition.

The faces of the Nanli Mission were all dark, and one can imagine the mood in these gazes.

What are they trying to explain, but how?He Leng is competing, but other Linjiang immortals are gone?Linjiang Immortal can be handsome from beginning to end, this is his skill.

He Leng also heard it, his face was naturally not very good-looking, he was somewhat anxious and had many thoughts, is this Linjiang Immortal really so young?

I heard that there are some people who are not young, but have thin skin and tender flesh. I'm afraid this person should be like this...

When I was in a hurry, I had more thoughts of quick success and instant benefit.

The whole body avoided a sword light and rushed out directly.

It's just that the sound of the zither was like a burst of spring thunder, and the sword qi burst out, forcefully forcing the person back, and rolled on the ground several times in embarrassment.

When he stabilized his figure, He Leng was silent, because there were several sword marks left on the stone slab beside him, and these sword marks could have been cut on him when he had no time to dodge just now.

Judging from the situation just now, it is absolutely impossible to be cut crookedly.

He Leng's hand clenched and loosened on the hilt of the sword, with a complicated expression, and finally sheathed the sword, "I lost."

Losing is losing, any reason is just an excuse.

Mo Shaoheng also breathed a sigh of relief. Among the Nanli assassins chasing and killing him, He Leng's strength definitely ranks among the top five. He can win this time. Take it to the extreme.

"Won!"

"Win again!"

Walking along the avenue, there was a roar, and how many people clenched their fists, their emotions were so agitated that it was unimaginable.

The past two days have been like a dream, they are winning consecutively in Beiliang.

A kind of pride as Beiliang people made them raise their heads high and straighten their spines. This is the backbone from the heart.

And what brought them such glory was...

Crowds flocked to the stone arches.

Mo Shaoheng: "..." His position is good or bad.

Looking at the surging crowd, it was like being surrounded.

Everyone's eyes were bright and full of curiosity. They seemed to see how magnificent the face under the bamboo hat was.

Just judging from the figure and the skin exposed outside the robe, it gives people a feeling that Mo Shangren is like Mr. Jade, who is unparalleled in the world.

People are very strange animals. Once they have a good impression of something, they will always think of the other person in the most perfect place.

Even the people from the Nanli Mission opened their eyes wide. They didn't want to know what the person who continuously brought them frustration looked like.

With so many people blocking him, Immortal Linjiang's true colors may have to be revealed to the public. Can he still ride the wind and fly away like a fairy?

Naturally, Mo Shaoheng would not reveal his identity at this time, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain, hacking him to death with knives is probably the most gratifying thing for everyone.

The piano sounded.

Everyone was taken aback.

Immortal Linjiang's piano is naturally nice, but now they want to know what Immortal Linjiang looks like.

Mo Shaoheng jumped down from the stone arch.

Everyone was excited, and Immortal Linjiang came down.

It's just... the next scene made everyone's mouths open and they couldn't close them no matter what.

I saw a black shadow in the sky swooping down amidst the sound of the zither, and the person holding the guqin in mid-air tiptoed on the black shadow and flew into the distance.

It was the huge Desert Eagle King!

It is rumored that those with high martial arts skills can cross rivers with a single reed.

What are they seeing now?

The man was holding a guqin in his arms, walking on an eagle, his robe was hunting, and his long hair was flying in the air, like a fairy.

The peerless elegance blinds people's eyes.

In fact, Mo Shaoheng couldn't really fly, he just used the Desert Eagle King to glide.

On the street, someone reacted, jumped onto the roof and chased after him.

In such a big battle, Liangjing's guards had actually arrived long ago, but they were hidden in the dark and did not appear.

Now that Mo Shaoheng actually left in this way, they naturally wanted to catch up and see.

Mo Shaoheng turned his head, the sound of the zither aroused the sword energy, pushed back the person who jumped on the roof, and then walked away into the distance.

Even with the assistance of the Desert Eagle King, they can't fly very far. After a few streets, Mo Shaoheng fell down an alley.

There was a carriage parked in the alley, and Mo Shaoheng got into the carriage at once, "Let's go."

Nan Yi hurriedly drove the carriage out of the alley, "Master, you were so beautiful just now, I was a little excited to see you."

Just now Nan Yi was lying on the roof watching while waiting for Mo Shaoheng to retreat.

When the carriage entered the street, Mo Shaoheng said, "Don't worry, it's like a normal carriage going to the street and blends into the crowd."

Running in a hurry now is the most eye-catching one. Liangjing, who blends into the crowd and is busy with traffic, is the best cover.

After a while, many people came from the alley just now, from all walks of life, but there was only an empty alley with no one left.

No one was found, but the deeds of Linjiang Xian's fourth battle against the Nanli Mission have spread to every household.

Especially today, that outstanding demeanor has been spread so miraculously that even Mo Shaoheng might not dare to recognize it after hearing it.

What's even more exaggerated is that there happened to be quite a few painters in the audience today, and they all made two paintings at the same time.

One is the scene of standing on a stone arch and fighting with a guqin erected, which is called the picture of immortals playing the piano.

One is the picture of walking on an eagle with a guqin in his arms, which is called the picture of an immortal on an eagle.

The painting is extremely vivid.

These two paintings became the best-selling items in Liangjing for a while.

Some people are even seriously considering the title of the number one talented scholar in Beiliang.

"The genius of the world should be like this."

"Peerless Beauty No.1."

"The number one talented person is still unknown, but when it comes to celebrities, elegant and uninhibited, no one can surpass him."

The name of Linjiang Immortal is really famous in Liangjing.

After Mo Shaoheng found out, the corners of his mouth twitched for a long time.

At this time, Nan Yi was driving a carriage towards the outside of the city, "Master, where are we going?"

The young master has been so rampant recently, although he looked happy, but also terrified, now when he thinks about what will happen after the incident, he feels that his head is no longer on his neck.

Thinking about their young teachers, when they were in Nanli, they were very humble and humble, they were simply a monument to scholars, and these low-key days are probably gone forever.

Mo Shaoheng replied, "The weather is fine, suitable for outings."

Nan Yi almost fell off the carriage, it rained a little today, the weather is good, but is it time for them to go on an outing?

It's not enough to have a decapitated meal to enjoy before dying.

Mo Shaoheng smiled, but did not answer.

He used the name of Linjiang Immortal to disturb this muddy water, but it was not enough. Mo Shaoheng was notorious, he committed a heinous crime, and made people hate him. Liang people can stand in front of everyone confidently and proudly, practicing the way of loyalty and patriotism, protecting the people and the family.

But it wasn't enough, even if Linjiang Immortal challenged the Nanli mission all over, it wasn't enough to offset Mo Shaoheng's reputation of being defeated.

He just used this as a springboard, and what he was going to do now was the thing that could really shake the result.

Nan Yi was a little dejected, "Master, why don't you just tell me what our plan is, so as not to make me feel anxious."

Mo Shaoheng replied, "It won't work if I say it."

Nan Yi: "..."

The young master is too bad, he is obviously planning something big, but he doesn't say anything, it makes people feel like being scratched by a cat.

Not long after, the carriage drove out of the city gate.

Compared with when they entered the city, there were many more refugees at the gate of the city, and some people set up porridge sheds to distribute porridge.

The carriage didn't stop, it drove towards the suburbs, and stopped in front of a locust tree forest.

The locust forest in Liangjing is very famous. Beiliang once had a very famous person named Mr. Huaishan. He traveled to various countries, and after returning, he developed culture and education and became a bishop. The former Beiliang was much more brutal than it is now.

In order to commemorate Mr. Huaishan's virtue, every spring, people in Liangjing like to come to the suburbs to plant a pagoda tree as a memorial.

Mo Shaoheng still remembered that when he was a child, he followed his adults out to plant locust trees. It was very lively, and it was the biggest event in Liangjing every year.

Year after year, the locust trees on the outskirts of Liangjing have formed a forest.

Nan Yi was tearful, because the young master really came for an outing, and the young master thought the strings of Sophora japonica flowers were beautiful, so he asked him to climb up and fold several large strings.

I really can't see what's going on.