As soon as he entered the alley next to Yang Lian's house and was about to climb over the wall, Nie Fu felt an eerie sword energy coming from above his right shoulder. He turned his head and looked up.

Nie Fu saw a bright moon embedded in the sky, but under the moonlight, white snowflakes came towards him. There was a man in black behind the snowflakes, but under the shadow of the bright moon, Nie Fu couldn't see the person at all. He was the only one. One thing that can be confirmed is that it is definitely not snowflakes, it is sword energy. Sword energy can only appear when moving at high speed. If you don't hide, you will be dead.

The power of more than ten years of morning and evening practice came into play at this time, and his body reacted naturally. His right waist twisted violently and quickly, rolling on the ground in a panic to avoid the incoming snowflakes.

He rolled around and heard a clanking sound as it landed on the ground. He knew that this sword energy was extraordinary, as it hit the bluestone ground and made such a sound. Nie Fu was horrified, knowing that he had met a master.

But in an instant, after the first snowflake passed, the second one came again, one wave bigger than the other.

Nie Fu had no time to pull out the sword on his back and could only deal with it with bare hands.

Nie Fu turned over like a kite and continued to retreat. Time probably only passed in a moment, but Nie Fu had already taken over two sword moves.

The duel between masters is actually very short, just in a split second. Those with peerless martial arts in the world can probably be counted with just one hand.

Nie Fu thought of that sentence, "A few guns and flowers are not as good as the flying snow in the sky."

He realized that he must have encountered flying snow.

Nie Fu's palms were sweating, and his spine felt chilly. He was nervous and scared, but the situation in front of him was urgent and he did not allow him to think too much.

He rubbed his hands together, and with a bang, his right hand sent out an inner force and slapped the man in black.

The man in black waved his hand and split the palm wind with his sword. The two forces collided with each other, and there was a sound like tearing clothes. The man in black let out a surprised "Eh!"

The man in black only paused for a moment, then jumped into the air with a tap of his feet, and another wave of snowflakes came.

Nie Fu had no chance to hold the sword. He had no choice but to slash at the man in black with three empty palms.

After practicing Qi in Ran Deng Shou to the third level of San Hua, the five senses will be opened. You can see further than others, see slower than others, and hear sounds that ordinary people cannot hear. When you focus, you can reach the ground as fast as lightning. You can also see the details clearly.

Nie Fu saw very clearly that the man in black fired five swords in total.

Nie Fu avoided the first four swords at slight angles, but there was still one sword that was inevitably stabbed on his left shoulder after trying his best to move his body. If the sword's momentum was not blocked by the lamp hand, in the end, This sword might have gone straight to the heart.

The man in black's sword had a very thin tip and penetrated deeply. The wound was very small, but there was still blood spurting out from the shoulder.

However, the energy of Ran Deng's hand also caused damage to the man in black. The man in black used his sword energy to remove the wind from two of his palms. However, while stabbing Nie Fu, the man in black could not avoid the last palm. The man's mask was knocked off, his black hair floated up, and the force of his palm made the man in black's face red and swollen.

The man in black floated to the ground, pointed his slender black sword at Nie Fu, and asked, "Good kung fu, are you from Ji Liao?" The thin and soft voice was completely incompatible with the domineering kung fu.

Nie Fu was astonished by the high level of his opponent's martial arts. He had few rivals in the internal strength of Ran Deng Shou. Although Nie Fu had been living in the military outside Guan for a long time, he had competed with others in martial arts in recent years and had never met anyone who could really use his full strength. In today's battle, Not only did he use his lantern hand, he basically lost in terms of moves.

Nie Fu pressed the bleeding wound on his shoulder with his left thumb. His right hand reached behind his back and pulled out his sword. He pointed it at the man in black, or rather the woman in black. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, looking at the woman in black.

The woman in black no longer had a mask. Thanks to the moonlight, Nie Fu could see her face clearly. The woman in black had a pale face, red eyes, and her bloodless mouth was pressed together, but the left side of her face was red and swollen because of her other side.

The white cheek on one side is particularly obvious.

Nie Fu adjusted his inner energy and asked, "Are you Feixue?"

The woman in black nodded and said, "This is the first time someone can hurt me. If I don't kill you, please leave quickly. The Jinyi Guards are here."

"I must take Mr. Yang away. Mr. Yang is a pillar of the country who has worked hard to cultivate him. It took many years to produce an unparalleled national scholar. Mr. Yang cannot be accused of unwarranted crimes by Wei Zhongxian, and he must not die unjustly and be imprisoned."

"It has nothing to do with me. I was sent to take Yang Lian to jail."

"Tie, can you call Mr. Yang by his first name? I will never let you take Mr. Yang away today."

"You want to take him away? You are already injured, how can you beat him?" the woman in black asked in surprise.

"You will never be allowed to take him away."

Just as he was talking, a voice came from outside Yang Lian's door: "The Jinyi Guards have been ordered to arrest Yang Lian, the deputy censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate."

Hearing the sound of people gathering at Yang Lian's front door, Nie Fu screamed in his heart that something was going to happen.

He turned around and rushed towards Yang Lian's door. Feixue jumped in front of Nie Fu with a high leap, and with three squeaks, another snowflake hit Nie Fu.

Nie Fu hated Feixue for obstructing her again. He knew that he could not save Yang Lian unless he killed her. He didn't care that Feixue was a woman. She had a sword in her right hand and a lantern in her left hand. He stabbed the center of the snowflake with a sword move and bent his left hand.

Shoot three empty palms in a row.

Three waves of air palms collided with Feixue's sword energy, making a pop-pop sound.

Nie Fu's internal energy was astonishing. The strength of the sword in his right hand continued to accelerate as his internal energy continued to accelerate, making the sound of wind and thunder hitting the air again and again.

The duel between the two was a martial art of fast sword and qigong. Feixue's internal strength was not as good as Nie Fu's, but she was better because of her speed and cunning.

Feixue's first wave of snowflakes receded, and Nie Fu's sword went all the way, but did not encounter any obstruction and did not hurt Feixue. After the snowflakes, Feixue had turned over to the sky, going down from top to bottom,

A bigger snowflake fell from the sky.

Feixue stood condescendingly, smiling like a girl, but there was a red and swollen scar on the right cheek from Nie Fu's injury, accompanied by more than a dozen fatal snowflake sword shadows falling from the sky. No matter how weird the scene was, Nie Fu felt that it was nothing more than this.

Seven points elegant, three points evil, but if snowflakes touch your body, the sky will be filled with blood.

Nie Fu withdrew his sword and turned to roll to the right. He could not block it with one sword after another. He could only swing the sword into a circle, as dense as a net to prevent snowflakes from penetrating.

In an instant, the sound of iron weapons clanking like rain could be heard, and all the snowflakes stabbed into the sword. Feixue missed the blow, tapped her toes on the ground, and immediately turned over and jumped back.

Nie Fu fell to the ground, still three feet away from Yang Lian's gate. Enduring the pain from his wound, he looked sideways and saw a group of green and embroidered guards on horseback, arranging their troops in front of Yang Lian's gate.

Nie Fu turned over, clapped his palms on the ground and rushed towards Yang Lian's door. Feixue was chasing after him. He made two sword moves, but he ignored them at all. The big sword was pointed directly at the Jin Yiwei.

Hissing, the Jinyi guards shouted one after another.

But he only advanced a short meter. Feixue came from behind and stabbed his leg with a sword, and stabbed his right shoulder with a sword. Nie Fu fell to the ground with a jumping sound, and it was difficult to stand up again.

Nie Fu watched helplessly as the white-haired Yang Lian opened the door and was pulled into the car by a group of wolf-like and tiger-like guards in golden clothes.

But he was powerless to stop it.
Chapter completed!