The night is deep, and the new moon is like a hook.
A little light shone through the inn room, spilling onto the yard outside.
Everyone in the yard could clearly see that what the girl in blue was holding was a gray-yellow fine hemp rope, not a sharp sword.
Lu Xiaofeng was startled, then laughed and said: "Miss Zhao, could your sword be just this soft rope? However, I have already agreed."
Although there are many strange weapons in the world, Lu Xiaofeng has seen many before, but this is the first time he has seen a weapon that is as harmless as a rope.
However, most of the time, when others want to test whether Lingxi's fingers can clamp their weapons, they use sneak attacks. Only a few like Zhao Qing speak out in advance.
People who do this either have good character and do not joke about stranger danger, or they have strong self-confidence that exceeds ordinary people.
No matter which of these two points it is, Lu Xiaofeng is willing to take this trick and make this friend.
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Hearing Lu Xiaofeng's questioning, Zhao Qing just smiled faintly.
The string in her hand was originally curved and soft, but now it slowly became straight, like a slender pole.
The technique of using one hand's internal force to force a thin rope is quite astonishing, and is somewhat similar to the practice of "turning a whip into a gun" to an advanced level.
Looking at the world, the one who can do this is at least a truly first-class master.
But in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes, this is not considered a superb skill.
Among his friends, even if Ximen Chuixue is not counted as the second best swordsman in the world, in the eyes of ordinary Jianghu people, Hua Manlou, Sikong Zhaixing, Jin Jiuling, Honest Monk and others are already considered to be top masters and are better than ordinary first-class masters.
The masters are much better.
Despite this, Lu Xiaofeng's eyes still showed a bit of solemnity.
This is out of his respect for the young masters.
Lu Xiaofeng has always understood a truth: many times, as long as there is a little more respect, many conflicts and resentments can be resolved.
Mr. Fan Da, who was smoking a dry cigarette leisurely on the side, also had a change in his expression.
But what he was thinking was quite different from Lu Xiaofeng's.
When Mr. Fan Da rushed to the inn where Lu Xiaofeng was staying, no matter how many times the speed of his Qing Gong performance changed, Zhao Qing followed him closely and never fell behind.
Mr. Fan Da can be sure that the other party's light kung fu is definitely among the best in the world. Even his fellow disciple Shanxi Yan, who has been famous for thirty years and is a powerful hero in Guanzhong with his pair of iron palms, is also quite inferior.
Such a master approached Lu Xiaofeng and wanted to compete with him. Regardless of victory or defeat, it would affect the duel between Huo Tianqing and Lu Xiaofeng at sunrise tomorrow.
Although everyone from Tianqinmen came to visit this time to get Lu Xiaofeng to give up the duel and leave voluntarily, they did not want anyone else to help them achieve this goal.
Since they have decided to do this matter that affects chivalry due to the great favor of their master, they will not let others take the lead.
But before he could say anything to stop him, he heard Zhao Qing's calm voice: "I practice swordsmanship, so I can make everything into a sword."
Although it is a slender and soft hemp rope, it is still a sword? A rope sword?
Zhao Qing's eyes flashed with sharp light, and the rope sword in his hand began to be slowly extended forward.
There is no soul-stirring brilliant sword light, no raging fierce sword wind, and no endless changes in sword moves. It just stabs forward steadily.
If you don't observe carefully, most people may think that this is just a thin wooden pole played like a toy.
"Lu Xiaofeng, don't underestimate her sword!" Suddenly, a gentle and peaceful voice sounded from behind Lu Xiaofeng.
No matter what time it is, Hua Manlou’s tone is always as soft as the evening breeze.
Just like his love for flowers and life, it has become his habit.
In the middle of a breath, Hua Manlou, who was sitting quietly in the room listening, suddenly felt the sharpness spreading from the outside.
It was a kind of restrained sword energy. The last time he saw it was the day he met Ximen Chuixue at Wanmei Villa.
Lu Xiaofeng blinked, a little confused about Hua Manlou's judgment.
It's not that he doesn't believe Hua Manlou's reminder, but the other party's age seems to be only a little more than half of his. Even if he started practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, how much skill would he have?
Even if her talent is comparable to that of Ximen Chuixue, who learned swordsmanship at seven years old and achieved success in seven years, Lu Xiaofeng is still sure of victory.
Except for the five or six people who he often says have truly reached the pinnacle of martial arts in the world today, Lu Xiaofeng rarely has opponents that he cannot defeat.
In fact, except for himself, almost no one in the world knows what his martial arts is?
But Lu Xiaofeng soon understood the meaning of Hua Manlou's words.
In an instant, the speed of the rope sword in Zhao Qing's hand increased hundreds of times, and a sound that ripped through the air erupted.
It turns out that her movements before were just for warning, but now her sword has just been unsheathed.
Lu Xiaofeng finally understood that there was a huge difference in martial arts between those who could use a rope as a stick and those who could use a thin rope as a sword.
His pupils shrank sharply. Although the thing in front of him was just a thin rope, the threat it posed to him was no less than the sharpest sword in the world.
The edge of this sword seems to be more terrifying than Ximen Chuixue's sword. It seems that no one in the world can withstand this sword.
Lu Xiaofeng couldn't resist, and couldn't resist at all. His toes touched the ground, and he started to retreat. In this unforgettable moment, his two fingers had already pinched the rope sword that was stabbing him.
In less than a moment, the rope sword and fingers had each performed dozens of subtle changes.
No one can describe the skill and speed of his two fingers. If you don't see it with your own eyes, you won't even be able to believe it.
It is said that Lu Xiaofeng's two fingers have completely connected with his mind. They have pinched off countless murderous weapons in the hands of the top martial arts masters and saved him countless times.
His fingers indeed clamped Zhao Qing's sword in the middle of the rope sword.
But only half of it is clamped.
Lu Xiaofeng could only clamp the "sword body" of the rope sword, but it was too late to use more internal force to cut off the internal force contained in the "sword body".
So when the front half of the rope sword bent back and firmly "clamped" the two fingers holding the "sword body", he could only watch helplessly, with no room for resistance.
Lu Xiaofeng's clever finger finally met the weapon that he couldn't hold.
His face has also turned pale.
It was not because Lu Xiaofeng encountered unprecedented setbacks, nor was it because he was jealous of the rising stars in the martial arts who had surpassed his "older generation".
Simply because his spiritual finger failed to cut off Zhao Qing's internal energy, but instead she cut off the internal power with a rope.
Because Lu Xiaofeng had just concentrated all his internal energy on two fingers, after his internal energy was suddenly blocked, his body's energy and blood were temporarily blocked, and it took some time to recover.