Pang Guang didn't have the composure he had just now. He backed up in fear, fell to the ground together with the chair behind him, and then rolled and crawled towards the sixth-level spirit swordsman. It seemed that he could only find some safety by getting to the opponent's side.
feel.
"I never said I was a swordsman."
Mo Wen said calmly. The long sword in his hand trembled. There was no sword energy or spiritual energy fluctuation. The bamboo hat on the head of the fifth-level spirit sword master in front of him suddenly split into two halves and fell down, revealing a face filled with confusion, surprise, and fear.
A distorted face, and the owner of this face is Liu Dao, the master of the swordsman hall who just bought Han Tie from him!
"Impossible, you didn't use sword energy, and your sword is not a spiritual sword. How could you break my sword energy?" Liu Dao stared at Mo Wen tightly, wishing he could eat him alive.
"I said I am a swordsman." Mo Wen emphasized again. With a flip of his wrist, the long sword swung down naturally and smoothly. The speed was not fast, but in Liu Dao's eyes, he didn't know how to block it. Just like Mo Wen just now
That sword's simple "immortal guides the way" easily broke through his sword energy holding his throat, and this sword's "throwing stones to ask for directions" made him unable to resist, and he watched helplessly as it tore through the tendon of his right wrist.
, the spiritual sword in his hand could no longer be held, and fell to the ground with a clang.
"Choke-" The other two spirit sword masters could not withstand the pressure and exposed half of their sword blades. The sixth-level spirit sword master also moved his right foot slightly, ready to take action at any time. The scene in front of him now was too weird.
Well, without using any sword energy or spiritual power, a young man defeated a fifth-level spiritual swordsman with two sword moves in the simplest Great Zhou Tian Sword Technique! The young man in front of him was not as simple a swordsman as he appeared on the surface!
"You...you actually crippled me..." Liu Dao looked at his right wrist in disbelief, his whole body trembling violently.
"No! How could you destroy me? I am from the Liu family in Qingcheng! How dare you destroy me?" Liu Dao roared bitterly.
Mo Wen frowned slightly. He had heard of the Qingcheng Wang family when he was at the villa. They were one of the top tyrants in Qingzhou. They were similar to their Mo family's Sword Making Villa. It was not a city recognized by the imperial court, but a manor established by the family.
The members of the Liu family are just called Qingcheng. Their overall strength is not weak, but they are far inferior to their Sword Casting Villa. There is only one ancestor in the family who has reached the eighth level of strength, and he can dominate this remote Qingzhou, but other
There are many inner seventh-level spirit sword masters, so Mo Wen's current situation is indeed not easy to provoke because of his strength. But after being a waste for sixteen years, he suddenly gained strength. That restless heart cannot be suppressed by suppressing it. Even in his heart
The thought of competing with the other party came up.
After calming down his agitated mood, he completely ignored Liu Dao's threat and looked at Pang Guang, who was hiding behind the sixth-level spirit sword master.
"You, don't come here!" Pang Guang, who was looking around at the situation, shrank back suddenly as if he had been stung by a scorpion, and shouted in a fierce voice: "Come on, come on! Whoever kills this man will be rewarded with a mysterious reward.
A hundred pounds of iron!"
There must be a brave man under the heavy reward. A hundred kilograms of black iron is worth ten thousand gold, which is enough to carry a high-grade spirit sword. The three spirit sword masters who were still hesitant at first immediately started breathing heavily.
The two fifth-level spirit sword masters couldn't hold back at first. Their spirit swords were unsheathed and each shot out a sword energy of about two feet. They slashed at Mo Wen one after another. In view of Liu Dao's fate, they clearly chose to go far away.
attack.
Mo Wen turned his long sword and drew out two swords randomly. Two extraordinary sword energy suddenly dissipated in the air.
The two fifth-level spirit sword masters were shocked. It was no longer frightened, but fearful. Others didn't know it, but the two people who sent out the two sword energies clearly sensed that the young man in front of them was slashing at their own swords with two random swords.
The weakest point of Qi will directly cause it to disintegrate! Not to mention a super first-class swordsman, even a high-level spiritual swordsman may not be able to achieve this kind of vision swordsmanship!
Seeing that his two men were a little afraid and flinching, Pang Guang shouted angrily: "Asshole! I have raised you for so long and you can't even take care of a kid. What's the use of you?"
The clay figurines are still angry, not to mention the dignified fifth-level spirit sword masters. Originally, they were enshrined by the Cangzhen Tower. The Cangzhen Tower usually provides them with training resources. When the Cangzhen Tower encounters trouble, it takes action to solve it, but it doesn't mean that it becomes the Cangzhen Tower.
Lou's thugs, what Pang Guang ordered at this time was obviously against the purpose of Zangzhen Lou's business, and they had the right to refuse. So after hearing Pang Guang's words, the sword energy went wild, and they looked at each other and asked Mo Wen
He handed over his hand and said: "Your Excellency, this is because we are too blind to understand. Please forgive me for any offense. We will no longer interfere in the grudge between you and Pang Guang. We take our leave."
The two of them sheathed their swords and jumped toward the stairs, apparently planning to leave.
"Asshole, you dare to leave? Are you afraid that I will let Zangzhenlou recover all your previous expenses?" Pang Guang pointed at the two people and roared.
One of the fifth-level spirit sword masters glanced back at him and said calmly: "We will truthfully report today's matter to the Qingzhou Main Building. The merits of the matter will be decided by the Grand Deacon."
"You, you guys..." Pang Guang was choked to death. He pointed at the backs of the two of them and was speechless. Then he felt a blur in his eyes. The sixth-level spirit sword master who had been blocking him as a shield actually turned out to be...
He said goodbye without saying goodbye and walked downstairs.
Pang Guang was stunned. The plan that was supposed to guarantee victory turned him into a tortoise in the urn, standing there completely stupid.
Mo Wen glanced at him and reached out to pick up the piece of black iron on the tray. After taking it, his face showed a slight look of surprise, because the ore, which was only half a fist in size, actually weighed dozens of kilograms!
"I picked this thing up here, didn't I?" Mo Wen asked softly, looking at the young boy named Jiao'er who was sitting on the floor behind him.
The girl opened her mouth slightly and nodded stupidly, but then she realized what was going on and turned pale, shaking her head repeatedly and shrinking back in horror.
Mo Wen looked at Pang Guang again: "You have no objection?"
"I, uh, no, have no objection." Pang Guang swallowed, shaking his head like a harp, and waited until Mo Wen walked past him and went downstairs before he realized what he was doing and let out a miserable wail.
"Xuantie! My Xuantie! Bastard! Zangzhen Tower is the property of Lord Yan Song, the left prime minister! How dare you rob Lord Yan Song! You deserve death!"
…
Returning to the residence of the City Lord's Mansion, Mo Wen couldn't wait to sit cross-legged, dragging Xuan Tie with both hands to absorb the essence with all his strength. Wisps of pure Tie Ying essence were greedily absorbed by the body, and its tenacity and strength slowly and powerfully increased.
With.
When the last ray of essence was swallowed by the body, Mo Wen opened his eyes, and the first ray of sunlight shone in from the window. A full night had passed. He looked down at the black iron in his hand, and the luster on it had completely disappeared.
It has the mottled gray color of ordinary iron ore, and is light in texture. When you pinch it gently, it turns into little iron filings and slides down your clothes.
Mo Wen shook his hand, then suddenly swung his fist, and buzz - there was a hissing sound of metal tearing the air out of thin air.
Ouch! The high-grade spiritual sword embryo given by Uncle Wu was taken out of its sheath, and he lightly scratched his finger with the blade. This extremely sharp high-grade spiritual sword embryo only left a white mark on his finger.
The skin is not broken!
This body... Mo Wen's eyes were brighter than ever before, because at this time he had found another way to become stronger. Absorbing gold and iron essence could actually temper his body! Now his body should reach the toughness of a mid-grade high-level spiritual sword.
, if you absorb a little more Jinying essence, what level will your body reach? A top-grade spiritual sword? A top-grade spiritual sword? Or a higher level?!
…
On the pavilion in the back garden of the city lord's palace, Zhang Ji lost his voice and said: "What did you say? The master of the Sword Master Hall, Liu Dao, was picked off and the tendon of his right hand was severed?"
The leader of the Black Wind Iron Guard, a fifth-level spiritual sword master, nodded.
"What's going on? Please tell me in detail."
"My subordinate was ordered to keep an eye on Liu Dao. I saw him entering the Cangzhen Building yesterday afternoon. When he came out of the building about an hour later, his right hand tendon had been cut off. By the way, I also saw Wenmo Jiaoxi. He was in
Liu Dao came out before, and the guards at Zangzhen Tower seem to be afraid of him."
"Wenmo!" Fang Rou, who was standing behind Zhang Ji, screamed softly.
Zhang Ji's eyes lit up and he murmured: "It's him, no wonder. What is your strength?"
"Commander, now that Liu Dao has left Feishicheng and the position of the master of the Sword Master Hall is vacant, what should we do?" Du Tong asked.
"Although the Sword Master Hall does not have high-end spiritual swordsmen, it is still a strong force. Now is the time for us to take it back. Fu Qing, take the city lord's command talisman to take over the Sword Master Hall. I will give you one day to clean up. I will take it back early tomorrow morning."
I want to see them standing guard for the young Marquis at the school grounds in the east of the city!"
"I obey!" The commander named Fu Qing commanded and left, exuding a murderous aura. Today was destined to be another day of bloodshed.
Zhang Ji looked at Fu Qing's back and said faintly: "Wen Mo, you can cause us a big trouble."
Fang Rou said in confusion: "Uncle Zhang, how can this be trouble? Didn't Mr. Wen solve a big trouble for us? Otherwise, how could we successfully take back the Sword Master Hall?"
Zhang Ji shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Miss, do you know who Liu Dao is?"
"Isn't he the master of the Sword Master Hall?" Fang Rou said in surprise.
"Not only the master of the Sword Master Hall, but also the chess piece arranged by the Qingcheng Liu family in Feishi City. He is mainly responsible for the procurement of armor-making materials such as monster furs, rare ores and market monitoring by the Liu family in Feishi City. Feishi City is the Liu family's major armor-making
The importance of the source of materials is self-evident. Wenmo may have driven away a dog but may have attracted a pack of wolves!”
Fang Rou timidly said: "Isn't there still Uncle Zhang?"
"It will take another month for my injury to heal. I'm afraid they won't give us this time." Zhang Ji sighed sadly.
"Isn't there still Mr. Wen?" Fang Rou added in her mind and glanced at Zhang Ji secretly, looking guilty as if she was a thief.
"Forget it, don't think about this in advance. Tomorrow is our first contest with the old forces in Feishi City. We must make careful arrangements. Miss, Mr. Wen Mo, as the swordsmanship instructor of the young marquis, should be present at such an event tomorrow.
Forgot to invite him."
"I know, Uncle Zhang." Fang Rou couldn't help but feel her face heat up as she thought about meeting Wen Mo soon.dd