Chapter 91: Have you finished reading The Ruthless Young Master?
"Huh!" Hua Yueling wiped her face with her sleeve, her face wrinkled, and her back hurt so much.
He raised his phoenix eye, scanned the surroundings, and kicked the dead man away. He saw two more dead people, but according to the conversation between the two just now, five people should have died. Where were the other three?
Hua Yueling didn't dare to wander around, and was anxious for Mo Wushuang. Listening to what they said, this Ximen Yu should have come prepared. Knowing that Mo Wushuang was not in the building, he broke the trap first, and then tried to install the trap.
Hua Yueling walked to the door of the inner room just now, and took an oil lamp to shine it. She was shocked when she saw that there was nothing in the empty room. Various weapons were hung on the wall, but there was a closed door opposite.
Hua Yueling guessed that Mo Wushuang had entered the opposite door. She had the urge to take a look, but when she saw the squares on the ground, she was frightened and could only wait uneasily.
After Mo Wushuang pulled up Hua Yueling, he directly pressed a button on the wall and entered the door. He knew that Ximen Yu had already entered and did not dare to be careless. Ximen Yu was not only proficient in mechanism skills, but also outstanding in martial arts. The '
Jingyu's sword is an ancient divine weapon and has always been in his collection.
There was another empty room in the middle. Mo Wushuang entered again. After opening an iron door, there was a larger dark room. There was a deep ditch at the door. Naturally, there was a forest of arrows under the deep ditch. But what was even more domineering was that no matter which area you stepped on,
The floor will attract arrows from the walls, and only the two protruding stone piers on the walls are the real safety points.
Mo Wushuang was standing on the stone pier to the east, and he saw Ximen Yu standing on the stone pier to the west, folding his arms and looking at him with a smile.
"Master Wushuang's arsenal is really amazing, it's an eye-opener for Ximen!" Ximen Yu looked at the wall directly in front of him, under the weak oil lamp, strange and weird weapons were neatly lined up, each one
There is a small wooden sign underneath each piece with the name written on it.
"Excuse me, Mr. Ximen must not only come to kill Wushuang, right?" Mo Wushuang sneered.
"Hahaha, Ximen just wants to see how spectacular the rumored most valuable weapons arsenal in the world is. I wonder where Ximen's Jingyu ranks?" Ximen laughed.
"Young Master Wu Qing, why don't you look over there." Mo Wushuang stretched out his arm straight and pointed to the left.
"Oh? Is that empty seat the place where my Jingyu will be placed?" Ximen Yu's expression changed immediately when he saw the two small characters on the wooden sign.
"It's good to know! Now that it's delivered to your door, Wushuang won't be polite." After speaking, Mo Wushuang sneered and pressed his palm back.
The stone plaque at Ximen Yu's feet suddenly shrank inward, making Ximen Yu startled.
"What a clever mechanism, it doesn't leave any escape route!" Ximen Yu was still smiling. Under Mo Wushuang's gaze, a piece of iron wire suddenly flew out of his sleeve, with an iron hook at the end, pointing directly towards the top of his head.
Shoot out.
When Mo Wushuang jumped along the iron wire to the weapons platform in front, the silver whip was swept out by the strong wind. The figure moved and fell to the ground. The mechanism of Arrow Rain had been closed by him, and even the door outside was locked by him.
, it looks like a fighting arena inside.
"Hahaha, it turns out that this one is the Wu Xin that is rumored to be ranked third among the swordsmen. This one, this one is Wuyuan?" Ximen Yu turned over and dodged Mo Wushuang's blow, standing in front of the weapons platform with green eyes.
Already.
"That's right, Mr. Qingwu also knows weapons very well." Mo Wushuang admired him a little, but he thought he must be particular about swords when he wears Jingyu.
"Why do you have so many good swords but don't wear one yourself?" Ximen Yu asked curiously.
"The sword is a dangerous thing, with too much murderous intent. Wushuang doesn't like killing." Mo Wushuang explained very well.
"You can be considered a weirdo!" Ximen Yu turned around and looked at Mo Wushuang. His ethereal figure made Ximen Yu suddenly feel the urge to worship him. He was startled and calmed down.
"Have you finished reading Mr. Wu Wushuang? Can you answer Wushuang's question?" Mo Wushuang Qiyou said calmly.
"Excuse me." Ximen Yu looked back again at a handful of magical weapons that were rare to see in a hundred years, filled with envy in his heart.
"Who ordered Cang Long to kill Wushuang?" Mo Wushuang wanted to know who he had offended.
"Master Wushuang, you don't have to worry. This time the Canglong Regiment sent four people, and the targets are also four people. You are just one of them. As for who? I'm afraid I have to ask the Canglong boss." After Ximen Yu said this, he turned to face Mo again.
Wushuang, with an evil smile on his lips.
"Target four people? Which four people?" Mo Wushuang's color finally changed.
"I'll tell you after I've passed this sword of mine!" After Ximenyu finished speaking, Jingyu unsheathed his sword, and a burst of silvery cold light immediately poured out, making Mo Wushuang's crescent-moon eyes shine brightly.
An imperceptible sneer slightly curled up on her thin lips. When Ximen Yu rushed towards him with his sword in hand, he made a big move and the white figure had swapped with Ximen Yu, standing in front of the weapons platform.
With five fingers stretched out, the Wuxin Sword fell into his hand. As soon as it was unsheathed, a dragon's roar was heard, cold air spread out, and murderous aura suddenly overflowed. Mo Wushuang's handsome face was a little distorted for a moment. Mo Wushuang, who had taken the sword, seemed to have changed.
, the true energy was injected into the sword body, and his black hair flew up, standing like a god of death, with a terrifying aura.
"Wu Xin is not an insult to Jing Yu!" Mo Wushuang's lips curled up in an evil way. At this time, he seemed to be one with the Wu Xin Sword, which was sharp and sharp.
"It is truly an honor for Ximen to see Mr. Wushuang wield a sword." Ximen Yu was secretly frightened, but her expression remained confident.
"I never use a sword lightly, and those who have actually seen Wushuang use a sword are no longer in the world." Although Mo Wushuang had used Wuyuan before, that was not his real use of the sword, and he did not exert Wuyuan's power. It was not that he didn't want to
The real use is that he has become accustomed to not using the sword when there are many people. The opponents worthy of his sword have all become dead, so he said this.
After saying the gloomy words, the Wu Xin sword flashed with a light green light, and the powerful aura immediately changed Ximen Yu's face.
"Cang!" The two swords struck each other, emitting dazzling sparks but shrouded in an icy air.
"Is this the unparalleled one in the world?" The whites of Ximen Yu's green eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and the hand holding the sword was trembling.
There was only one foot between their faces, and the two swords were crossing each other fiercely. Mo Wushuang's handsome face was covered with a green aura, which was even more terrifying than Ximen Yu's eyes.
"Sure enough!" Mo Wushuang curled his lips coldly, and Ximen Yu immediately retreated. Mo Wushuang followed him like a ghost, sparks flying between his shoes and the ground.
"Clang, clang, clang!" After three quick strikes, Ximen Yu had already retreated to the end, while Mo Wushuang stood three feet away from him. The tip of Wu Xin's sword only pointed at Ximen Yu's eyebrows, and a drop of blood slowly dripped down from it.
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Ximen Yu's face was filled with horror at this moment. The legendary Tianjiu Tower Pavilion Master loved weapons, was mysterious, had superb martial arts skills, and was unparalleled in the world. Few people knew that "Unparalleled in the World" actually refers to Mo Wushuang's swordsmanship, and thought it was him.
Ximen Yu has always had a strong curiosity about Mo Wushuang. He searched everywhere about Mo Wushuang's deeds, but he only knew a few. The only thing he knew was that the famous weapons Mo Wushuang wanted to collect would slowly come into his hands. It turned out that
No one knows whether the master is dead or disappearing, but today he has truly seen that the unparalleled one in the world is indeed the unparalleled one in the world!
"Can you answer the question?" Mo Wushuang raised his eyebrows with cold eyes. As long as he moved his sword, Ximen Yu would only die. On the Jingyu in his hand, blood kept dripping on the ground along the edge of the sword.
The smell of blood is pungent.
However, Ximen Yu is a top figure in the world after all. He sneered at the corner of his mouth and said: "Ximen is very open-minded today, but are you only afraid of the women outside?"
Mo Wushuang's starry eyes slowly narrowed, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more evil.
"You know me very well, but it's a pity that you don't know my woman very well." After Mo Wushuang finished speaking, his sword moved again. Ximen Yu noticed the change in Mo Wushuang's weak aura. He ducked away, groaned, and a figure appeared on his shoulder.
There was a bloody hole, and the Jingyu Sword fell to the ground, but the man dodged this fatal blow.
Mo Wushuang looked at the fallen Jingyu, and the smile on his lips became bigger and bigger. He was not worried about Hua Yueling at all, because he believed that she was capable enough to deal with the enemy.
Ximen Yu quickly sealed the acupuncture point at his wound, and a black object appeared in his other hand with a slightly trembling voice, "Master Wushuang, if you don't want your place to turn into ruins, you'd better put away your sword."
The thing in Ximenyu's hand was not unfamiliar to Mo Wushuang. It was the grenade that Mo Wushuang wanted to find out before, but this one was twice as big as those used by those people before.
Mo Wushuang narrowed his eyes again, staring at Ximen Yu's somewhat proud eyes.
"Is this something from your Ximen family?" Mo Wushuang's tone returned to a calm tone.
"Of course not. This is what Boss Canglong gave to the four of us, one for each of us. I didn't expect that mine would be the first one to be used." Ximen Yu smiled mockingly to himself.
"Keep this thing and Jingyu, and I will spare your life tonight." It was rare for Mo Wushuang to let someone go at this time, after all, no one knew his true other side.
"Master Wushuang, you think too highly of yourself. This thing can not only kill you, but also destroy everything here. Shouldn't you be more polite to me?" Although Ximen Yu was injured, his arrogance remained unchanged.
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"Do you think you can escape death if you use this thing?" Mo Wushuang's mouth twitched.
Ximenyu suddenly lost his voice. Yes, he could throw this grenade, but he would definitely have a dead end. This would be equivalent to perishing together, and this was not what he wanted.
"Deal!" Ximen Yuqing looked at his weapon on the ground with his faint eyes, and could only sigh in his heart, but he believed that he would get it back as long as he could survive tonight, because he underestimated this hidden weapon.
man.
Mo Wushuang floated back, and at the same time, he rolled up the silver whip, picked up the frightening feathers, and threw it, landing steadily on the place prepared for it. At the same time, the Wuxin Sword also returned to its place.
The iron door behind opened slowly, Ximen Yu stepped back carefully, and Mo Wushuang followed with a sneer.
Hua Yueling outside heard the voice inside and immediately shouted: "Wushuang, is that you?"
"Ling'er, please stay away, Mr. Ximen is coming out." Mo Wushuang's voice returned to gentleness and elegance.
Ximen Yu glanced at Mo Wushuang, with an evil smile on his lips and said: "I didn't expect Mr. Wushuang to find a confidante. Congratulations, let's just take this as a gift." He said that he threw the grenade at Mo Wushuang, and he kept his word.
The fuse was not opened.
Mo Wushuang caught it easily, his eyes lit up and he said, "Thank you very much." After saying that, he stopped.
Ximen Yu's entire figure had been shot out like an arrow. Hua Yueling felt a pair of green eyes flick towards her, a cool breeze blew across her face, and Ximen Yu had disappeared.
"Wushuang, are you okay?" Hua Yueling turned around and looked at Mo Wushuang who came out. When she saw the black thing in his hand, her face turned pale.