"Who?" Fang Yue was suddenly startled and looked towards the darkness where the voice came from.
A figure slowly walked out from the shadow of the big tree. In the moonlight, a young face was revealed under the black helmet.
"Is it you!?" Fang Yue's eyes narrowed: "Impossible! I saw you drink the broth with my own eyes. The power of the cartilage powder can knock down even a sixth-level spirit sword master. How could you be safe and sound?"
Mo Wen didn't answer. There was no need to answer to a dead man. He heard everything that just happened here clearly. The man in front of him with extremely twisted and gloomy psychology could no longer be called a human being and had lost the qualifications to be a human being!
Choke! The long sword is unsheathed.
A flash of fierceness flashed in Fang Yue's eyes, and he threw the boy to the ground and pulled out his sword with his backhand. There was a small crack on the cold sword, which was the embryo of the high-grade spiritual sword that originally belonged to Mo Wen!
"Although I don't know how you used the medicine to remove the power of the cartilage powder, but since you interfered in today's matter, then you will die!"
Fang Yue stabbed straight with his sword, possessing the strength of a first-class swordsman. This sword has basically combined the body and the sword. There is a faint sound of wind and thunder when the sword thrust out, and a fierce battlefield killing aura comes out!
This is a murderous sword from the battlefield. Generally speaking, top-notch swordsmen in the arena would not dare to attack head-on and can only temporarily avoid the sharp edge. But in Mo Wen's eyes, this sword was as slow as a turtle crawling and full of flaws. I don't know why, but look
With this sword attack, countless afterimages suddenly emerged in Mo Wen's mind, and each afterimage was a method of dealing with this sword!
These... Mo Wen had some understanding in his heart. These afterimage information was probably obtained by him from the spiritual power of thousands of broken swords in the villa's sword pool. Spiritual swords were born for fighting, and each sword has probably experienced countless experiences.
After the great war, those fighting instincts were integrated into the spiritual power of the spiritual sword over time. As he absorbed the spiritual power of the remaining swords, he also absorbed the information. Normally, this information was messy and disorderly, with no rules to follow, and was hidden in his memory.
Deep down, but once entering the battle, those fighting instincts are stimulated.
Almost subconsciously, Mo Wen chose the simplest, most direct and effective method. He raised his sword and put the tip of the sword directly on the blade of the long sword coming from the Chinese side.
Drawing half a graceful arc, he easily pushed Fang Yue's powerful sword aside. At the same time, that graceful arc also concealed Ling Lie's murderous intent. The arc passed through Fang Yue's right hand holding the sword.
A hand and a long sword flew into the air.
"ah!"
Accompanied by a shrill howl, Fang Yue staggered back, looking at his right hand that was broken at the wrist in disbelief, and allowed blood to spurt out from the broken spot.
"Heart and sword unite! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How can you be a top-notch swordsman when you are only a teenager! It's fake! It must be fake!" Fang Yue spoke incoherently. Everything he experienced tonight put his spirit on the verge of collapse.
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"It's fake! It's a deception! You can't fool me! Go to hell!"
Fang Yue suddenly howled and jumped forward, blood drawing a line of blood in the air with his severed arm. Mo Wen did not expect this. The two were already close, and Fang Yue's chest was directly separated from each other.
The tip of his sword was less than two feet away, and Fang Yue had already hit the tip of the sword almost as soon as he moved!
Poof!
The sharp long sword easily penetrated Fang Yue's body, until the hilt was missing! Fang Yue's eyes widened, and his only remaining hand tried his best to even scratch Mo Wen's face, but he could never catch it, mixed with
Blood foam from the internal organs kept overflowing from his mouth, and finally his whole body twitched twice and completely lost his vitality, and his arms hung down weakly.
This man was supposed to die but was raised by his enemy in a foreign country. Because of his adoptive father's shortcomings in life, he grew jealous and resentful. In the end, he went crazy and insulted his sister and killed his brother. Such an ending may be the best ending for him.
Mo Wen sighed softly and slowly closed Fang Yue's wide-open eyes...
In the distance, the outline of a city becomes clearer and clearer. Qingling City, this small city named after the mountain, is getting closer and closer to everyone.
Outside the city gate, Mo Wen rode up to the carriage where Fang Rou's sister and brother were riding: "Miss Fang, you have arrived at Qingling City now, and you don't need me to escort you. Thank you again for your help. Let's say goodbye."
After saying that, Mo asked and urged the horse to leave.
"Mr. Wen, please wait a moment!" she suddenly shouted as she opened the curtain. Her face was covered with a veil again, but her hazy outline was still breathtakingly beautiful.
"Miss Fang, what else can you do?" Mo Wen stopped and turned to look at Fang Rou.
Fang Rou's cheeks turned slightly red, and she didn't dare to look directly into Mo Wen's eyes. She looked away and whispered: "Where are Mr. Wen going to go back to? If there is a chance, I can visit him in the future."
"I'm afraid I have disappointed the young lady. I call my home all over the world and have no fixed abode."
"So the young master has nowhere to go for the time being?" Fang Rou answered quickly, with a hint of joy in her hurried tone.
Mo Wen hesitated and nodded: "You can say that."
"Then why don't you continue to follow the convoy and escort us to Feishi City? As for the remuneration, Master Wen, don't worry, we will pay the commission at three times the market price."
"this……"
To be honest, Mo Wen was really moved. At this time, he had no money on him. In order to maintain the scene, he didn't touch anything on the car. Naturally, he wouldn't touch anything even after the three hundred taels of gold his mother gave him. Now he is alone outside.
, I’m afraid it’s difficult to move forward without money. Although the triple reward promised by Fang Rou is not too much, it can always alleviate the current situation.
"Mr. Wen, please rest assured that you are a swordsman with superb strength. We will naturally pay you at the price of a fourth-level spiritual swordsman." Fang Rou increased her chips.
This time Mo Wen was completely moved. The third level and the fourth level were a watershed. It didn’t take much to hire spirit sword masters and swordsmen with strength below the third level. Generally, ten taels of silver per day was considered a top-notch amount, but above the fourth level, it was completely
If calculated in terms of gold, the reward has doubled ten times!
"Okay, I agree to escort."
The joy in Fang Rou's eyes finally stopped concealing, and she revealed her final plan: "Mr. Wen seems to have nowhere to go after the escort mission is over. Governor Zhang and Liu Dutong are both seriously injured now. I'm afraid they won't get better in a month or two.
My younger brother is now at the best age for enlightenment and training, and there is no time to delay, so the little girl wants to beg Mr. Wen to stay for a while to be responsible for his enlightenment swordsmanship guidance, and wait for Governor Zhang and Liu Dutong to recover from their injuries. Mr. Wen
You can leave now, and the little girl will pay you five hundred taels of gold and a bottle of high-grade healing elixir as a reward."
Mo Wen was stunned. He didn't expect that Fang Rou's ultimate goal was to let him be the swordsmanship instructor of the young marquis!? This... is too high of a view of him. How can he have any swordsmanship? It's all because of the spiritual power of the residual sword.
The residual information fragments in the book are self-taught. He knows some basic swordsmanship such as cutting, cutting, splitting, and stabbing. After all, he often watched the disciples training at the Sword Forging Villa, but when it comes to advanced swordsmanship theories, he is completely
It's just like giving a lesson to others with a blind eye, and it's almost the same as others giving a lesson to him.
Seeing Mo Wen's hesitation, Fang Rou did not think about other aspects, thinking that the other party felt that the reward was not enough, so she bit her lower lip and threw out the biggest bargaining chip: "In addition, I can also provide the young master with an ancient spirit sword master's legacy.
news."
"The legacy of the ancient spirit sword master?!" Mo Wen's heart was shocked. If the thing that attracts him the most now is the ancient spirit sword master's spiritual sword! Ever since he experienced the changes in the sword pool, he has learned that what is happening in the world now
Spirit swords seem to be very different from those in ancient times. It can be seen from the "Sword Spirit" that he can't express the disgust with the current spirit sword. Although he can communicate, the disgust deep in his heart makes him unable to
He is willing to communicate, but he sincerely loves the remnants of the spiritual swords that have survived from ancient times. Those remaining sword spirits give him a comfortable and even similar feeling, and more importantly, he can gain strength from those remnant swords!
This can be proved from "Xiao Hei". He has an idea that if there are enough broken swords like "Xiao Hei", his cultivation will grow infinitely! It is not impossible to reach the pinnacle of the world in a short time. But
How to find a remnant sword like "Xiao Hei" is the biggest problem today. The ancient spirit sword master's legacy is a good choice!
"Okay, I agree!" Mo Wen finally gritted his teeth and said. The ancient spirit sword master's legacy was so attractive to him that he didn't want to let go of this opportunity! As for how to teach the young marquis swordsmanship after agreeing, we will talk about it at that time.
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The convoy successfully entered the Yifu Courtyard in Qingling City to receive distinguished guests. Officials at all levels in the city tried their best to please this pair of distinguished siblings. Although I am no longer here, the title has been passed down, which shows that the imperial court's
Favor, you may not know when this young prince will soar into the sky, but it is always right to flatter him now.
Fang Rou and her brother were busy until the evening, after receiving officials at all levels, and then walked into Zhang Ji's training room alone.
"Uncle Zhang, I've left Mr. Wen behind, but are we okay with this?" Fang Rou said worriedly.
Zhang Ji lay on the bed and glanced at her lovingly: "Miss, we have no choice but to do this. I can't see through Wen Mo. The strength he shows is not as simple as it seems. Although I can't sense the aura of his spirit sword master,
But he is definitely not just an ordinary swordsman! There are still many secret ways to hide one's own aura in this world. This Wenmo may have used some method to hide his aura. Now Liu Dutong and I are both seriously injured and cannot survive in a short time.
Recovery, there are only fourteen Black Wind Iron Guards available to you and the young Marquis, and the strength is too empty. Although we can now mobilize the spirit sword masters of the Spirit Sword Hall, they are not our people after all, so this Young Master Wen we
We must fight for it, at least until Governor Liu and I recover."
"But the origin of Mr. Wen is unknown, so we are not afraid..." Fang Rou did not say any more, as Mo Wen's origin was still his biggest flaw.
Zhang Ji shook his head: "No, Mr. Wen's ambition is not here. I'm afraid he doesn't like the Marquis's sword, otherwise he would have taken action last night."
Fang Rou couldn't help but think of the thrilling night yesterday. When she was the most desperate and helpless, she walked out of the darkness alone, holding the three-foot green peak in her hand. At that time, the body that was not tall was so strong and upright, and gradually became a little bit taller.