Chapter 46: Mo Heng swallows blood and is full of bows and knives
Jiannan has more plains than mountains. When it rains, it is always covered with mist.
The sound of rain falling was not very clear, but the faint breathing in the ears was very clear, and it seemed that the regular heartbeat could be heard vaguely.
"We missed meeting nine years ago. Since we are reunited under the arrangement of fate, it means that everything is destined. I was doubtful and angry because I cared too much. You should know it very well. I never allow others to get involved in the things I like.
"There was a hint of helplessness on his thin lips. Wei Moyan didn't know how to save it. The price of that sword was too high, and it actually wiped out all the good intentions he had had for a long time.
However, she remained indifferent.
"Whether it's true or false, to me, feelings are nothing but something that can't be grasped. The reason why I joined Poyue Pavilion is because you said you could help me get revenge. Other than that, I don't want to do anything else."
Wei Moyan was no stranger to that flat, cold voice, she had always treated outsiders like this.
It's just that now it's the same for myself.
Before he could finish a low sigh, the sound of arrow strings plucked in the distance came with a sharp roar that broke through the air.
The soft gaze suddenly changed, and two rays of light shot out from the slender cold eyes. The horse's reins were tightened, and the two people jumped to the side in perfect agreement. Three white-feathered arrows whizzed past and disappeared into the grass.
It was difficult to see the situation clearly in the mist, and the constant sound of rain made it easier for the incoming attackers. For a while, the two of them could only stand back to back on guard, waiting for the other party to take action first.
This tacit understanding may be innate. When they accidentally blocked him for the first time, no one expected that the two people's cooperation would be so perfect. It seemed that they had been inseparable from the long and ancient past.
Even Zixiu, who had practiced martial arts with him for many years, felt unsatisfied.
The other party was obviously very experienced, sophisticated and calm, and would no longer expose his target easily even if he failed to succeed in a single attack. The two parties waited silently in the rain for the other party to reveal its flaws.
Being able to sweep across Kyushu and establish the Poyue Pavilion with a devastating force in just two years, Wei Moyan, the pavilion master, is not unworthy of his reputation. In addition to the mysterious kung fu that has gradually reached the divine realm, his almost terrifying insight and wisdom also enable him to compete for the hegemony.
The foundation of his position. Others might be a little confused by the situation in front of him, but for him, the truth is already clear.
"Lu Hanhai, since you are an old member of the Wei family, I have stopped pursuing the last assassination in Donghu. Even though you knew she was the person I wanted, you secretly poisoned her to force her to leave the cabinet, and sent people to hunt her down privately. How can you still think of her?
Do you have me as the master of the pavilion?"
Seeing that Wei Moyan guessed that it was him, Lu Hanhai stopped hiding, put down the purple-gold long bow in his hand, and walked out of the misty rain and fog.
"Young Master Mo Yan, let me ask you one last time, are you really willing to give up your dominance of the martial arts world for this woman?"
Even the title has been changed. He is no longer Pavilion Master, but instead calls him Young Master Mo Yan like he used to do when he was a child. Lu Hanhai's expression was complicated, with a mixture of intolerance and regret, and more of a hatred of iron than steel.
After all, he is a child who has watched him grow up. Lu Hanhai, who has been loyal to the Wei family since he was a baby, is not a heartless monster. For more than 20 years, he has called him Young Master and Pavilion Master, and has firmly supported him in times of danger.
, I just hope that he can stand out, control the world with one hand like the leader of the alliance, and avenge the Wei family who refuse to die in peace.
Rain dripped down her hair, and her stern face looked indifferent: "She has nothing to do with whether I can conquer the world."
"It's nothing to do..." The dumb laughter startled a group of birds beside the rain puddle. Lu Hanhai's bleak voice was full of vicissitudes of life: "Less than one-third of the Jianghu forces belong to Poyue Pavilion. With such achievements, one dares to
How dare you say that you are provoking a conflict with the imperial court and it is not for her?!"
Wei Moyan frowned slightly: "So what? Even if those so-called decent people from well-known families unite with the imperial court, I am not afraid of them."
Perhaps he was too powerful. During the two years when he dominated the world, he did not realize that it was difficult to dominate the martial arts world. The imperial court was just a group of mediocre and incompetent people. Otherwise, how could he have caused the catastrophe of 14 years ago, when Cavalry General Xiao Shouqiu's family implicated the nine clans?
A massacre? Even if all those sanctimonious hypocrites unite together, it would be impossible to destroy them with just one hand.
"That's all, it's useless to say more. Nearly half of the disciples of Poyue Pavilion are under my command. You don't want to see your many years of hard work ruined in one day, right? Since you refuse to kill her, then let me do it to clear your side and your heart!
"
With a sharp shout, the burly figure stepped forward and headed straight for Xia Qingluan. At the same time, the figures around him suddenly appeared, and it turned out that they were Shao Fu and others who had followed Lu Hanhai and rushed towards Wei Moyan.
Although he had expected that Lu Hanhai would change his mind, he didn't expect that so many disciples would follow him. Could it be that his doting on her had really reached an intolerable level? Wei Moyan didn't want to think about it anymore.
The black figure raised its long arms, and Mo Heng's sword pointed straight at the nine heavens. The rumored invincible rage was arrogant, and the young and resolute face had a cold expression.
"Anyone who wants to hurt her will not be left alive!"
Such a fight that should not have happened happened unexpectedly. Facing the subordinates who had fought together with him, he did not hesitate at all. He still pointed with the sword, and blood spattered into flowers.
The black and white silhouettes worked together seamlessly, as graceful as a swimming dragon and as graceful as a startling giant. He opened the door wide in front of him, leaving no way to retreat, and she intercepted all attacks behind her, using her flesh and blood to defend him. The chaotic battle turned out to be...
Neatly draw a regular circle with the two people as the center.
The purpose of every move by Shao Fu and others was to entangle Wei Moyan and give Lu Hanhai an opportunity to attack Xia Qingluan. Wei Moyan knew this, but Mo Heng's sword was as bright as snow but never left her side.
The thin line between life and death was as long as the vicissitudes of life. Despite this, he suddenly remembered a serious mistake, red love.
He didn't bring his passion.
Even though Xia Qingluan is talented and intelligent, he is not as outstanding as him. In just one month, he can only master the basic internal skills and the familiar use of Qingqing. How can he be like him, even a floating feather can do it?
Make a murder weapon.
Lu Hanhai's attacks were getting faster and faster, and his moves were deadly. Xia Qingluan carefully dodged them, but after all, she was recovering from her injuries and her physical strength was gradually weakening.
If she doesn't kill her, it will only bring more pressure and danger to her.
He didn't want Mo Heng's sword to be stained with the blood of his old friend, but he couldn't make the choice.
The clear sword body and the snow-white scabbard separated silently. Lu Hanhai, Shao Fu and others all looked tense. People who are often around him know that Mo Heng's sword cannot be unsheathed easily. Once it is unsheathed, it will definitely drink.
Blood steals the soul.
I don’t know whose soul will be swallowed by it today, and whose flesh and blood will be buried in the vines.
"For the sake of a woman, you actually wielded your sword against a subordinate who was loyal to you. Young Master Mo Yan, you disappoint me so much!"
Lu Hanhai sneered, the sorrow in his turbid eyes was bottomless, his raised palm hesitated for a moment and then waved it down: "Stop showing mercy, he is no longer the Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion, kill him!"
The sound of clothes turning, the clang of swords clashing, and the occasional drop of blood splashing past my eyes, everything seemed so unreal.
These people were all comrades who had fought side by side, talked about it with laughter, and were willing to die for his orders!
Will his existence bring him more choices?
The moment Xia Qingluan was slightly distracted, the blade left a slender wound on her cheek.
"Hall Master Lu! What are you doing?!"
With a startled shout, Shen Yuqing, who had not seen the two men for a long time, followed him and turned back with his men. What he saw was a tragic scene of roommates killing each other.