[Lu Xiaofeng Sword III] The Emei faction is playing a big game of chess

In the spacious lobby of the restaurant, the sword roared like waves, and the sword energy criss-crossed.Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Zhiran each attracted two old men in Huayi to fight on both sides of the hall.The crowd watching on the side held their breath and stared at the rare scene in front of them, without taking their eyes off it.No, it's an exaggeration to say that you can't take your eyes off. Most people's eyes are wandering, and they don't know which side to look at.

Although Ximen Chuuxue has been famous in Jianghu for a long time, but few people can see his swordsmanship, or in other words, very few people can see it alive, and most of those who have seen it are already dead.In contrast, although Ye Zhiran is a rookie in the martial arts world, the feats of the heroes of the world who she sits on the Golden Summit of Emei to challenge are not unfounded, and the Gongsun Jianwu in her hand, which is said to have been rumored to Tang Dynasty's Gongsun aunt, has already become famous all over the world.

Such two people usually don't make a move, and even if they make a move, they usually solve the target with two or three moves, especially Ximen Chuuxue, who is basically killed with a single blow.Fighting for a long time like now, giving the onlookers the opportunity to observe their sword skills is very rare or even never happened.While the crowd was excited and excited, they couldn't help feeling extremely puzzled.The four old men in Chinese clothes who appeared suddenly appeared to be salt merchants who came from Yangzhou to travel. Who the hell are they, who can stand against Ye Zhangmen and Ximen Zhuangzhu for so long!

"Old Taoist priest, what do you think?" Eagle Eye Lao Qi patted the shoulder of Mu Taoist next to him and asked in a low voice.

Wearing an old Taoist robe, the white-haired Mu Taoist doesn't look like a swordsman, but he is one of the four most famous swordsmen in the world, a peerless swordsman who can stand side by side with Ximen Chuixueye Gucheng.At this moment, he was watching the scene intently, and murmured, "Her swordsmanship has improved again."

"Huh? No... I asked you to tell me where the four old men came from. Who told you that Ximen Chuuxue has improved. Of course I know that his swordsmanship has improved." After the battle at the Forbidden Summit, Jiang Hu Nobody knows anymore.

"I'm not talking about Ximen Chuuxue." Mu Taoist was still staring at the arena, completely reluctant to move away, "I'm talking about the head of the Emei Sect, Ye Zhiran!"

"Huh?" Eagle-eyed Lao Qi and Gao Xingkong followed his gaze, and saw a girl in a pink dress holding two swords, and the silver sword light turned into two light bands around her body. The skirt fluttered like a dancing butterfly.Although she was under the attack of two mysterious masters, her movements were not flustered, each move was smooth and smooth, like an autumn geese flying across the sky, without the slightest smoke and fire.The long tassel on the hilt cut across the air, leaving behind a silver arc of light. The light of the sword in his hand was as sharp and clear as a pool of autumn water, clear and elegant, but it could burn people's eyes.Her appearance does not tell that she is fighting for life and death with others. Instead, she looks like she is presenting a famous and famous sword dance to the guests from afar in the afternoon of autumn when she is in high spirits!

"Hiss..." Eagle-eyed Seventh took a deep breath, his eyes were shocked, but Gao Xingkong was a little puzzled, "Why do you all have such expressions? Why, besides Master Ye's sword dance, I danced very well. Can't see anything?"

"Your specialty is lightness kung fu, of course you can't see it. Speaking of it, I only understand half of it. The old Taoist is an expert in using swords, let him talk!"

Mu Taoist nodded, "Look at her sword, the sword moves are clear and elegant, not only has the beauty and beauty of the Emei school's jade girl swordsmanship, but also has a sense of agility and freedom, which should be caused by other sets of swordsmanship in her hands. But the different sword intents in these different sword moves are perfectly integrated by her, the sword moves are easy to grasp, and the trajectory of the sword is like an antelope's horns, no trace can be found."

Gao Xingkong watched the fight seriously, and slowly tasted it, nodded, "It seems...it is true."

Taoist Mu glanced at him, "Actually, there is another more obvious one. You said that Master Ye's sword dance is very beautiful. Have you ever thought that if someone deliberately blocks it, no matter how beautiful the sword dance is, it will not be able to dance, but Look, have the actions of Master Ye ever been interrupted?"

After observing carefully for a long time, Gao Xingkong was finally completely shocked.

"Playing a sword is like playing chess, predicting the enemy's opportunity first, and then attacking first. It seems to be passive, but in fact the scene is all dominated by her alone, a genius, a genius..." Mu Taoist sighed, and his tone was quite depressed.

Eagle-eyed Seventh patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "The waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead, old Taoist priest, it seems that you won't be the number three swordsman for long."

Taoist Mu shook his head and sighed helplessly, "Young people are awesome..."

At this moment, a new change suddenly appeared in the scene.Seeing that he couldn't attack for a long time, he joined forces with his brother and was actually suppressed by a young girl. The old man who was fighting Ye Zhiran at the beginning showed a small flaw in his actions under his impetuosity.Ye Zhiran's eyes flashed, she turned around and drew her sword, and the roar of the sword pierced the air like a dragon chant.The vast sword energy hangs upside down like a river, rushing down from the nine heavens, the roar of the sword energy is accompanied by the sound of wind, thunder and waves. It is majestic and turbid. It is the sword energy Ye Zhiran is most familiar with, the Yangtze River.

The pupils of the old man who used the fist constricted instantly, and the other old man in Chinese clothes who had besieged Ye Zhiran with him just now had already been forced away by Ye Zhiran's sword, and he could not avoid this sword.The old man who was using the fist became ruthless, and stretched out his hand reflexively, with five fingers forming claws, he ruthlessly cut through the vast sword energy coming from the sky and covering the earth with one hand, and grabbed Ye Zhiran's sword edge that broke through the air.If he grasped this sword firmly, with the sharpness of Mo Xie, his right hand grabbing the sword would definitely be dripping with blood, but in this way, the imminent threat to life was resolved. At the same time, his left hand was hidden On his side, his five fingers were bluffing. Obviously, besides resolving the crisis, he did not intend to let his attacker go back unscathed.Just when the sharp edge of the sword collided with the palm of the fisting old man, Ye Zhiran suddenly shook his wrist, and the point of the sword was a little bit in his palm, and the person slanted past the other person who was attacking behind him like a breeze, moving alternately Like a feather falling in the breeze, it is beautiful and elegant without a trace of dust.

The person attacking from behind passed Ye Zhiran and quickly turned around to block in front of his brother, staring vigilantly at the girl on the other side with her wrist slightly down, her long sword pointed at the ground, and she didn't make another move.At the same time, on another battlefield a few steps away, a sharp sword light flashed across the sky like thunder with a glacier-like sword energy, followed by a painful cry, "Third Brother!"

All the people present quickly looked towards Ximen Chuixue, and saw that the sword god in white had put his sword into its sheath. A few steps away, the old man in Huayi, who was the first to speak, threw himself beside another person, with a sad expression on his face. Surprisingly, , the person lying on the ground who was stabbed in the center by Ximen Chuuxue's sword is still not dead.Although he was holding his chest while spitting blood, the red blood flowed all over the floor and stained the floor red, but he was indeed not dead, and even the old man in Chinese clothes beside him was still taking out medicines to try to rescue him.

Ye Zhiran's gaze crossed the dying man lying on the ground opposite Ximen Chuuxue, and landed on the two angry and somewhat nervous opponents in front of her, the corners of her pale pink lips slightly raised, her eyes were meaningful, "Golden Bell Jar, Dragon Claw Hand, what is your relationship with Shaolin Temple?"

The room was full of silence, and everyone's eyes instantly focused on the four old men in Chinese clothes who were blocked in the corner by Ye Zhiran and Ximen Chuuxue.

"...Shaolin Temple." Eagle-eyed Lao Qi's complexion sank, and his gaze instantly became as sharp as a falcon as he slid across the four of them, "I thought the boxing technique you used just now when you were fighting with Master Ye Somewhat familiar, now that I think about it carefully, it is clearly a Shaolin Arhat boxing routine..."

Taoist Mu heaved a long sigh, "The old Taoist also thinks it looks familiar, but he has never thought about it..."

Indeed, except for Ye Zhiran, who is a joker, no one who is truly orthodox in the Jianghu would have thought that the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple would sometimes hug women and eat meat and drink.

Ye Zhiran raised her eyebrows, "Who are these people?"

"It is rumored that the Five Arhats of Shaolin used to be villainous bandits before they became monks. They roamed the rivers and lakes and murdered countless people. After they cut their hair and became monks and threw themselves into Shaolin, they put down their butcher knives and immediately became Buddhas. Wulong, the guardian of Shaolin, was inexplicably drunk, overturned the candlestick and almost burned the Buddhist scripture pavilion in Shaolin to ashes. He was punished by the abbot of Shaolin for making a big mistake, and Wulong died of humiliation. The other four Because of his death, the two brothers hated the head of the sect, and even risked assassination. Although the last assassination was unsuccessful, Wuhu and the others never showed up in the arena again. Some people once speculated that they died in the During that rebellion that assassinated the leader..." Zhang Yingfeng walked slowly to Ye Zhiran's side, and his clear and pleasant voice gradually revealed this part of the anecdote.

"It seems that the rumors in Jianghu are not very accurate most of the time." The girl in pink sneered, Zhang Yingfeng shook her head helplessly, knowing that she was still angry at the rumor that Ye Gucheng "handed over Jiangshan to make the beauty laugh" that was widely spread in the Jianghu.

On the other side, when everyone's eyes were on Wuhu and the others, Liu Qingqing carefully tugged at the corner of Lu Xiaofeng's clothes, and asked cautiously in a very low voice, "Master Wuhu and the others seem to be recognized. What should I do?"

Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly, and turned his body slightly, "Wait and see."

Liu Qingqing opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she didn't speak.She also knew that the current situation was beyond their control. Even if they rushed forward at the risk of being seen through, they might not be able to help Wuhu and the others leave.The crime of treason is a serious crime in Jianghu, not to mention that they once assassinated their own head, this is no longer the conflict between Ximen Chuuxue and four strange old people.She saw Eagle-eyed Lao Qi and Gao Xingkong, who had been staying out of the matter before, vaguely blocking the escape route of the four people, and Mu Taoist slowly grasped the hilt of his sword.

As if knowing that he really couldn't escape this time, Wuhu put down the dying Wushi, stood up with a gloomy expression, and the other two slowly moved closer to him.There was a confrontation again in the field, the air was full of fighting and killing intent, no one made a move first, the room was completely silent, and the atmosphere was so tense that it was almost stagnant.

What broke the heavy and almost suffocating atmosphere was a bright and cold sword light, a sword light flying from the outside through the window.

Eagle-eyed Lao Qi and Gao Xingkong's expressions changed instantly, and they rushed forward, but they were still a step too late.The sword light flying from outside the sky restrained Taoist Mu, and made everyone slow down because of shock. Just now, the five tigers who were confronting each other and posing for a bloody battle to the death, no elephant, no leopard The three of them smashed through the wall of the restaurant between lightning and flint and rushed out.

The moment the sword light appeared, Ye Zhiran's eyes flickered, and she stood still.Ximen Chuuxue's gaze flicked across her body slowly, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't even make a move.

When Eagle Eye Lao Qi and Gao Xingkong rushed to the hole left by Wuhu crashing into the wall, they only saw a few figures running away with ugly expressions.

"Sigh... I didn't expect them to be so heartless as to leave their brother alone." Taoist Mu sighed helplessly, put his sword back into its sheath, and looked at Wushi on the ground.He's not dead yet, but with the disposition of the original Wuhu brothers, he will never be left alone, "Hatred is a strange poisonous weed that will always corrode people's hearts."

Eagle-eyed Seventh came back with an ugly expression, glanced at Ye Zhiran and Ximen Chuuxue who had been standing by the side, and shook his head helplessly.When the man in black appeared with Jian Guang just now, there were actually two people here who were able to stop him.Ye Zhiran didn't move because there were people from the Emei faction standing behind her, and she wanted to beware of Wuhu attacking them suddenly.But Ximen Chuuxue didn't respond, which made people wonder.It's just that if you don't understand it, you don't understand it. Facing this great god, no one dares to question him face to face.He had no choice but to look back at the wooden Taoist.

"Old Taoist priest, it seems that the Wudang Clan's grand ceremony is destined to not be peaceful."