() The two hands squeezed each other, the joints crackled, Liu Meng looked indifferent, and did not pay attention to the group of guards from the Yanping County Prince's Palace at all. At the same time, Zheng Keshuang squinted his eyes and observed back and forth between himself and A Ke, feeling in his heart
I made up my mind that in order to embarrass this ungrateful boy, it would be best to make him lose his mind and do it himself, so as to take the opportunity to cripple him.
The guard commander was a man of extraordinary knowledge. After a little comparison, he knew that no one on his side could be his opponent in terms of his fist and kick skills alone. If it were a weapon test, the opponent would be a disciple of the Sword Sect, and his attainments would definitely be quite high.
In this case, our only advantage is that we often train together and are good at combining attacks. Only two people can defeat him.
The guard commander pretended to be bold and laughed loudly, and said: "Your Excellency is a master of a famous sect. How can we compare with those of us who can barely make ends meet? I think it is better to ask Your Excellency to give some advice to these brothers of mine.
It is also good for them to know that there is a world outside the sky and there are people outside the world.”
After saying that, the guard commander signaled the rude guard and another one to step out, then looked at Liu Meng with a smile, waiting for him to take the call. But Liu Meng had other ideas, turned to Zheng Keshuang and said: "Mr. Zheng, I heard
The Prince of Yanping County is very strict in his administration, and he has no eyes for swords when fighting. If I accidentally hurt a few of you, wouldn't you think that they have lost face and make them commit suicide to apologize?"
These words sounded a bit heart-wrenching. Zheng Keshuang's face was so angry that he was about to respond when he was excited, but the guard commander on the side stopped him and retorted: "Our prince loves soldiers.
Ruzi, how could you be so unreasonable? Moreover, Your Excellency also said that swords have no eyes. If there is any accident, it is not because the brothers disrespect the reputation of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. Please explain to the teacher more."
Compared to Zheng Keshuang, this guard commander was much more sophisticated. He also threatened to kill Liu Meng. If he was injured during the sparring, he should not take the opportunity to stir up trouble. Shaking his head, Liu Meng pulled out the long sword from behind with his backhand and held a sword flower casually.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he smiled coldly at Zheng Keshuang: "It is said that Senior Feng, one sword without blood, is Mr. Zheng's master. It is said that famous teachers produce great disciples. I really want to learn your clever tricks. I will wait until I meet these few people."
After we finish, can we also communicate?"
Zheng Keshuang was accustomed to repeated provocations. He had never experienced such a leisurely attitude. He immediately nodded and responded: "Okay! I'll wait!"
The two guards here, one wielding a single sword and the other wielding an iron mace, had already prepared a combined attack posture. Seeing that Liu Meng had angered his young master, they both secretly took a look and wanted to beat his legs to make the young master angry. Liu Mengchang
He drew the sword and shouted: "Come on!" He let the two of them attack first. With his quick movement, he easily passed the first blow of the two of them. Then he turned around and rushed forward. He unfolded the long sword and stabbed the two of them equally with one move.
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Liu Meng's current swordsmanship attainments have reached the level of a first-class master, and he can use them casually to create wonderful moves. In addition, Zhenyue has successfully practiced the Determination Technique, has strong internal energy and greatly increased power. How can two palace guards be able to do it?
Can you resist?
After forcing the two men back with one move, Liu Meng then rushed forward, using Guyan Nanfei and Duanyan Guyhong respectively. He picked the rude guard's waist and abdomen, and stabbed the guard's wrist with the sword. Swish, swish, two swords passed, and that was it.
Oops, he screamed twice in pain, and a single sword flew up high. The guard held his wrist and backed away. However, the rude guard bent over and groaned with a mace in one hand, and pressed his waist and abdomen with the other hand, and the blood flowed. It turned out that Liu Meng was annoyed that he was spitting.
His left waist and kidney have been removed from the feces.
With just three moves, the two elite guards were defeated. The expressions of the guards all changed suddenly, but the guard leader felt regretful. He knew that he had made a mistake, and he did not expect that the opponent's swordsmanship was so sharp. At this time, it was difficult to get off the tiger, if he just gave up.
, word spread that the Prince of Yanping County was in great disgrace. The Second Young Master would have to skin him alive.
Bite the bullet, the guard commander pulled out the five-ring machete and said to Liu Meng, who was standing there quietly waiting for the next step: "Your sword skills are indeed powerful. Brother, I am bold and want to learn a lesson. Please give me your advice."
Liu Meng looked back with a bit of contempt, and said with two words: "Come." As if he had expected this to happen. This made the guard commander extremely embarrassed, but he had no other way.
He had no choice but to lick his face, yell, and attack with his sword.
The five-ring machete is a sharp weapon in the army. It is very powerful when used to trap and rush into the camp, but it is a bit difficult to move away in battles. Liu Meng's feet are agile, he dodges a few powerful slashes, and generally finds the path of the knife.
Finally, not wanting to deal with him too much, he lowered his body suddenly and ran under the opponent's knife. Then he moved the long sword in his hand to pluck out the hair and hit the body of the five-ring machete. With the strong internal force, he swung the long machete.
Open it, then use the force to jump up, stab down from the top with the backhand, and use the wind and electricity to stimulate the guard leader's collar and earlobes.
Even the most skilled guard commander could not withstand a few moves. At this time, the guards of the Zheng family all changed their colors and took out their weapons one after another. They waited for the guard commander to give the order and rushed forward to fight in a group.
The long sword pointed at the ground casually, the tip of the sword trembling slightly. Liu Meng didn't care at all about the movements of the guards around him. He looked sideways at Zheng Keshuang at the table, and saw that his expression was uncertain, and there was no trace of what he had seen at the beginning.
He boasted proudly in front of Ke.
Liu Meng sneered lightly and said loudly: "Mr. Zheng, it's your turn. Your master, Senior Feng, has superb swordsmanship, and I admire you very much. Being able to compete with his master is a blessing for me."
I'm lucky, but I need to admit it more if I stay for a while."
In fact, the one who feels the most uncomfortable now is A Ke. The young nephew who had previously been in love with Mr. Zheng, who is now very fond of him, had a quarrel, leaving A Ke not sure what to do. When the two sides started to call it a discussion but actually a competition,
He couldn't help but fidget there, peeking at Liu Meng who was fighting with others in the field from time to time. He was afraid of being scolded by his master, so he kept his face tense and pretended not to care much.
When Liu Meng won easily, A Ke relaxed and was immediately shocked by his invitation to Zheng Keshuang. He couldn't help but interjected: "Don't compete, Mr. Zheng's swordsmanship may...may be a little worse."
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Ake's interruption made Liu Meng stunned, and he thought to himself, who are you targeting? He didn't want the two of us to compete, obviously because he was afraid of hurting Zheng Keshuang, but why did he speak so irritatingly?
The beauty he admired said this in public. Although there was a hint of good intention to protect him, Zheng Keshuang could not bear it. He immediately shouted, took out the luxuriously decorated sword from his waist, raised his hand and pointed at Liu Meng, saying: "Okay! That's it!
Let me give you some advice!" When he said this, Zheng Keshuang stood in front of the jade tree with great momentum. If Liu Meng were a pregnant girl, his eyes would definitely have stars in his eyes. Unfortunately, the only beautiful girl present, A Ke, was worried.
The two of them were so excited that they were not in the mood to appreciate Zheng Keshuang's chic pretense.
Liu Meng sneered, kicked the ground with his toes, launched the Flying Goose Kung Fu, and flew like a sharp arrow in the sky. The sword in his hand stretched out to stab, thousands of miles away! The tip of the sword made a sharp whistling sound and went straight to Zheng Keshuang's heart.
The murderous aura brought out by the key point made Master Jiu Nan, who was closing her eyes and meditating, open her eyes in surprise.
He was still ten steps away from him, but he suddenly launched an attack. Could he reach him? When the sword struck, Zheng Keshuang was still confused as to how the other party could use this kind of attack, but the sword in his hand subconsciously hit him.
He stretched out to block, but there was no time.
"Stop!" Master Jiu Nan saw that the second son of the Zheng family couldn't even fight back and block. He was afraid that Liu Meng's swift sword was really going to hit him. After killing Zhongliang for no reason, it would not be a good thing after all.
He quickly spoke out to stop it, and then Akko's exclamation came out.
Xiu Liu Meng did not want to kill the opponent openly, so at the last moment, with a flick of his wrist, the long sword changed from stabbing to thrusting, and used the tip of the sword to break the jade belt tied around Zheng Keshuang's waist.
Seeing the other party waving his hand in front of his face, Zheng Keshuang woke up from the shock. He yelled "Ah", took two steps back to distance himself, and waved the sword in his hand a few times before he regained his feeling. It was just a mouthful.
The superior refused to admit defeat and said: "Taking advantage of others' unpreparedness is not what a hero does. Come! I will seriously discuss some moves with you."
Zheng Keshuang has a weak character and is ruthless, and his flaws will be repaid. Liu Meng already knew this. Seeing that he was very dignified and refused to embarrass himself in front of everyone, he nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zheng, for your advice."
He made a sword trick with his left hand, swung the sword with his right hand, and assumed the posture of a white crane drying its wings, and then thrust out with a whoosh, bringing out a strong wind. Zheng Keshuang used the Kunlun sword technique in an orderly manner, stabbing Liu in the chest with one sword.
Meng, this style of play cannot threaten the opponent at all.
Waiting patiently until Zheng Keshuang took the initiative to attack, Liu Meng stepped forward like a reflex, not dodging or avoiding the opponent's sword. He used his own wind and lightning to stimulate, the last strike came first, like lightning piercing the sky, in the blink of an eye.
He pointed at Zheng Keshuang's throat.
Zheng Keshuang's eyes blurred. Liu Meng across from him suddenly disappeared, and his throat felt cold. A sharp and stinging feeling emerged. He knew he had been stabbed, and he opened his mouth and screamed in fright.
At this time, Zheng Keshuang's sword stroke was only halfway through, and he stood upright without daring to move any more. He looked extremely funny.
With a little force in his hand, a drop of blood seeped out from the tip of the sword. Liu Meng looked at the pale face opposite and wanted to immediately make a few vertical and horizontal cuts on it with his sword, but it was difficult to do so in full view of everyone.
Clearly feeling the killing intent coming from the tip of the sword, Zheng Keshuang's mind went blank. He wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but the tip of the sword forced his throat, and he could not make a sound with his mouth open. He sighed secretly that there was no good time, and there was a Nine Difficulties Master.
Don’t go too far if you are too here. Liu Meng lectured in a low voice: “Does death taste good? I’ll let you taste it carefully next time.” Then he slowly withdrew his sword and returned the sword in front of the pale and helpless Zheng Keshuang.
Sheathed it, ignored the guards surrounding it, and went straight to the table.
Liu Meng made an excuse to rush to Jinan City as soon as possible, and joined his uncle to investigate the disappearance of his master. After saying goodbye to Master Jiu Nan, he turned around and walked past A Ke, speaking in a low but firm voice that only the other party could hear:
"You are mine!" Then he pulled Qinghua Cong, who was full of food and drink, got on his horse and drove away.
