Jianghu Martial Arts School [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

The wind howls outside the window, but the house is quiet.

In the dark room, there were two people lying down and standing up. The one lying down snorted evenly, apparently in a deep sleep.

The standing man in white looked at the sleeping man intently, and remained motionless for an unknown amount of time.

If possible, he would rather watch it like this forever.

It's a pity, how can everything in the world go as one wishes?

There was an extremely slight tremor in the air, Ximen Chuixue's eyes flashed, he picked up something at random with his left hand, and quickly threw it in a certain direction, followed by a crisp sound.

"Oh, I was discovered." An extremely high-pitched voice descended from the sky, "Old acquaintance, we meet again."

The person who came was holding a big knife in his hand, and a thick English-Chinese dictionary was stuck on the tip of the knife, which was obviously the thing that Ximen Chuuxue just threw out.

Seeing the person coming, Ximen Chuuxue frowned: "Why are you?"

"It's not just him, but us too." Immediately after that, five or six equally unpleasant voices sounded from the side, and the originally spacious room was instantly packed to the brim.

Ximen Chuuxue's expression darkened, and he said coldly, "The seven sons of Motian."

The Motian Seven Sons, ranked among the top five in the official reward list in the world of martial arts, is an extremely difficult gang to deal with.Each of the seven has a unique skill, and if the seven join forces, even if they are the best of the best, it may be difficult to guarantee that they can win.

The Seventh Son let out a sinister laugh and approached Ximen Chuuxue step by step. The one in the lead pinched his throat and said, "Master Ximen, if you are sensible, leave the person on the bed to us."

Ximen Chuuxue squinted his eyes, and spit out two words: "Dream."

As soon as the words fell, seven strange weapons immediately attacked in the direction of Ximen Chuuxue.

They acted as if they could have done better beforehand, and they shot extremely fast, but Ximen Chuixue's speed was even faster, like the wind, or a strong wind.

Ximen Chuuxue jumped up, his body grew, his wrist turned, and he raised his sword to block the copper coins flying towards his eyes.Turning slightly to one side again, the back of the head seemed to have eyes, avoiding the three short arrows behind the head.

The giant palm with black palms whizzed towards Ximen Chuuxue's face, he turned around, kicked his foot above his head, narrowly avoided the poisonous palm, and another meteor hammer hit his head hard, Ximen Chuixue leaped in a circle, and with a flick of his long sword, he swept towards the crowd.

Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship is famous all over the world, and Mo Tian's seven sons dare not take it head-on, and they each take half a step back.

"Ximen Sword God, why are you doing this?" Seeing that his seven brothers would not benefit for the time being, the boss rolled his eyes and smiled obsequiously, "Our seven brothers really have no intention of becoming your enemy. This person surnamed Shen is just a mortal, even if he is gone, you can find another one to replace him, why do you have to work so hard?"

Ximen Chuuxue stared coldly, the veins on the back of his hands popped out.

The seven people exchanged glances, seeing that Ximen Chuuxue couldn't make sense and didn't talk nonsense, five of them carried weapons to outflank Ximen Chuuxue, and the target of the remaining two was Shen Qingping who was sleeping on the bed.

Ximen Chuuxue had the ability to avoid the attacks of the five people, but when he saw that the seventh of the Motian Seven Sons was about to hook Shen Qingping with an iron hook, his face turned cold, and he had no time to care about other things, so he raised his sword and rushed towards Shen Qingping .

There was a "poof", this is the sound that can only be made when a sharp blade touches flesh.

Ximen Chuuxue let out a muffled snort, and blocked Lao Qi's iron hook with his body, but he managed to protect Shen Qingping.

Ruxue's white clothes were already stained with startling "red plums", Ximen Chuuxue lifted Shen Qingping from the bed and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Probably sensing something, Shen Qingping, who was in a coma, groaned once or twice.

The Motian Seven Sons looked at each other and accelerated their attack.

Because Ximen Chuuxue was looking at Shen Qingping, it was inevitable that he couldn't let go of his hands and feet. Qi Zi's attacks became more and more violent one after another, and it didn't take long for him to be cut several times.

The bedroom is too small, it's really impossible to use their skills, and the Motian Seven Sons are pressing extremely tightly, plus there is a sleepy Shen Qingping in his arms, Ximen Chuuxue is hugging someone in one hand and holding a sword in the other, it is rare to show a bit of embarrassment.The Motian Seven Sons were overjoyed when they saw it, and their attacks became even more unscrupulous.

"Ximen Chuuxue, I didn't want to be your enemy, but if you insist on protecting Shen Qingping, don't blame us for being rude! I will give you one last chance, count to three, if you don't quit, this is yours Time to die!"

"Three." The countdown began.

Ximen Chuuxue has received countless threats in his life. Although the current situation is not good, if he wants to bow his head, he may have to wait for the next life.

"two."

Ximen Chuuxue looked down at Shen Qingping who was in his arms with closed eyes, he seemed to feel uncomfortable even in his dream, his forehead was twisted into a ball.Ximen Chuuxue's eyes turned cold, and her lips that lost their blood color were pursed even tighter.

"One." Accompanying this number was a large net, and each of the Seven Motian sons was obsessed with a section of the net, covering Ximen Chuuxue and Shen Qingping with all their might.

Ximen Chuuxue swung his sword, but he didn't know what the net was made of, but it cut continuously without even a small gap.

The Seven Sons of Motian "Jie Jie" smiled and said, "Don't struggle, there is no weapon in this world that can break through this 'network of thousands of threads'."

Ximen Chuuxue ignored it and continued to chop with his sword.

The Motian Seven Sons laughed, looked at Ximen Chuuxue in the net like a bird in a cage, and sighed "tsk tsk": "It's the first time I've seen the famous Ximen Chuuxue in such a mess. Today, the brothers are worth it."

"Master?" Shen Qingping woke up at some point, and looked at Ximen Chuuxue who was close at hand with a confused face, wondering what happened, why did Master look so anxious?

Looking up and looking around, Shen Qingping was even more astonished: Who are these people next to him?Why do they look so strange?

"Don't move." Shen Qingping noticed Ximen Chuuxue as soon as she woke up, and her arms around him became tighter, "Close your eyes."

Shen Qingping didn't close her eyes, but looked at Motian Seventh Son curiously, wondering why these people suddenly appeared in his bedroom.

Mo Tian Qizi also found that Shen Qingping woke up, and they were even more excited: "Yo, this is not our Principal Shen, why, finally woke up?"

Shen Qingping frowned: the tone of these people was too yin and yang, he didn't like it very much.

"Alright, Principal Shen, you can persuade your coach Ximen, he is too stubborn, in the end it is not himself who suffers?" someone said.

"Master, what exactly happened?" Shen Qingping looked at Ximen Chuuxue helplessly.

"Don't care about them." Ximen Chuuxue frowned.

"It's getting late, don't make troubles, take them back quickly." The eldest of the seven sons of Motian said, "Let's go before others find out what's going on here."

Shen Qingping only felt that the net wrapped around her became tighter, and looked at Ximen Chuixue uneasily: "Master, they..."

Looking at Ximen Chuuxue's eyes, Shen Qingping felt a little relieved - in his heart, Ximen Chuuxue has always been omnipotent, and there will be no accidents this time.

"If you want to leave, I'm afraid it won't be that easy?" Like a thunderclap on the ground, the Motian Seven Sons trembled.

"Fang, Young Master Fang?" The eldest of the Motian Seven Sons squeezed out a flattering smile and looked at the door, "Why are you here, old man?"

Fang Yingkan was playing with the paper fan in his hand, and raised his eyebrows: "Why, you can come, but I can't? It's been a long time since I saw you. Why, after Ben Hou left, who are the seven brothers loyal to?" ?”

"This..." The Motian Seven Sons exchanged glances, and they were still the boss, "What did you say, Young Master? Although you are no longer an old man, among the seven of us, you will always be our boss!"

"Oh, really?" Fang Ying only looked at the folding fan whether he looked at Qi Zi, as if his fan was a rare treasure, and he couldn't get enough of it. "In this case, do you still listen to what the boss said?"

"That's natural." Qi Zi smiled.

"Then what if I ask you to let them go?" Fang Yingkan compares the folding fan, the tip of the fan is pointing at Shen Qingping and Ximen Chuixue in the net.

"This..." Seven sons looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Young Lord, I'm afraid this is inappropriate. The superior has ordered us to take Principal Shen back. If the brothers return empty-handed, I'm afraid it won't be easy." Lao Qi smiled.

"That's a pity." Fang Yingkan shook his head and sighed lightly, as if he really regretted that Seventh Son didn't cooperate.

Mo Tian Qizi's expression changed, and he was about to draw out his weapon when he heard a scream, which was from the fourth child.

Looking at the fourth child again, I saw that his face was covered with blood, he covered one eye and looked at Fang Yingkan in horror: "You, you..."

Seeing that Fang Yingkan's attack was so vicious, the other six people didn't dare to be careless, some drew their swords, some swung their knives, all came to kill Fang Yingkan.

***

The Motian Seven were defeated, and the last seven escaped with mutual support. Naturally, they couldn't take Shen Qingping and Ximen Chuixue away.

Shen Qingping said with deep emotion: "It's so handsome." This was the first time he saw Fang Yingkan use his sword "Blood River", and the "Sharp Spear and Blood Sword Little Lord" really lived up to his reputation.

Ximen Fuxue: "...huh."

Shen Qingping: "?" Did he hear a cold snort just now?

Fang Yingkan removed the net covering them, and looked at the two with a smile: "Principal Shen, Master Ximen, are you two alright?"

After a pause, Fang Yingkan raised his eyebrows: "It seems that Master Ximen is injured."

Shen Qingping turned her head and was startled, only to find that Ximen Chuuxue's white clothes were not as clean as before, and were stained with a little red, and the blood in some places had dried up, almost black.

"Master, are you okay? Does it hurt? Why didn't you say it earlier?" Shen Qingping's series of questions not only didn't make Ximen Chuuxue feel noisy, but warmed his forehead.

"No problem." Ximen Chuuxue said indifferently, "It's just a skin trauma."

Fang Yingkan looked up at the sky, pretending he didn't see anything.

"By the way, what's going on with those people?" Shen Qingping remembered the business, "How come you are here, Young Master?"

Fang Yingkan sighed slightly, and said, "The principal will find out after a quick look with me."

***

"God!" Looking at the messy campus in front of her, Shen Qingping cursed in a low voice, "What are these people trying to do!"

"Fortunately, most of the people have been caught except for a few who slipped through the net. Those who escaped came from the world of martial arts. Don't worry, the principal, when they go back, there will be no good fruit to eat." Huang Rong comforted Shen Qingping.

"So they came after me?" Shen Qingping felt horrified when she thought that she was almost taken away, "Who did I provoke and who provoked me?"

Several people looked at each other without speaking.

Shen Qingping frowned: "Do you have something to hide from me?"

Huang Rong forced a smile: "How come?"

Shen Qingping: Hmm... I still feel very suspicious...

Huang Rong immediately changed the subject: "The owner is still bandaging in the infirmary, principal, do you want to go and see him?"

Shen Qingping woke up startled: "Yes, I have to go see Master."

Said, "dengdengdeng" ran away.

"Huh—" Huang Rong let out a long sigh of relief, then frowned, and turned to Wuqing, "Are you sure you won't tell the principal about this?"

He shook his head ruthlessly: "It's best not to, after all we don't have any conclusive evidence, so don't worry people for nothing."

"Speaking of which, how did you know that the supreme sword might be related to Principal Shen?" Lu Xiaofeng looked at Fang Ying with great interest.

Fang Yingkan shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, but do you still remember when Principal Shen started to get sleepy?"

Hua Manlou recalled carefully: "It seems that it was not long after the young master came here."

"It is said that there is a secret about the Supreme Sword hidden in the Supreme Order, but no one has cracked it for thousands of years. To be honest, after receiving the Supreme Order, Fang also tried every means to crack the secret. It can be successful. So I have been wondering whether the method of cracking it is wrong." Fang Yingkan said slowly, "Our thinking is to regard the Supreme Token as a map to find the Supreme Sword, but ignore another possibility: In fact, the Supreme Token is just something like a signal receiver, and the existence of the Supreme Sword can only be sensed within a certain range."

Lu Xiaofeng frowned: "Could it be that you want to say that the Supreme Order is related to Principal Shen's sleeping sickness? Since Principal Shen hides the Supreme Sword, waiting for the 'signal receiver' of the Supreme Order to receive the signal from the Supreme Sword will affect the possession of it. people?"

"But it would be absurd to say that Principal Shen is hiding the Supreme Sword? If he really has this treasure, how could we not notice it after we have been with him for so long?" Before the headmaster became an apprentice, he didn't know any martial arts at all."

"Who said it must be Principal Shen who stole the Supreme Sword?" Fang Ying raised his eyebrows.

"Then what do you mean?" Lu Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes.

"Fang only said that Principal Shen might have something to do with the Supreme Sword, but didn't say that he hid the sword." After a pause, Fang Yingkan added, "Before Mr. Huang left the school, he seemed to have had a secret conversation with Master Ximen. I think I might as well ask the owner, maybe he knows something."