The early morning light fell in front of the window sill, and the slight chill of the autumn night was replaced by the dull warmth. Huangfu Xiaoyuan got up early, and she did her job as a maid meticulously, completely integrating into the role.
When the sky was turning white, Shaolin's little masters brought meals. They never slacked off in hospitality. After Huangfu Xiaoyuan washed herself, she stayed alone in the courtyard, watching the sun rise in the sky.
It was half past midnight, and Huangfu Xiaoyuan calculated that the time was almost the same. Then she opened the door and entered Lu Hanjiang's room. The young man sleeping on the bed with his clothes on, his sleeping face was peaceful and comfortable, and the smile on the corner of his mouth should be I dreamed of something good that made people envious.
Huangfu Xiaoyuan looked at that face, slightly absent-minded. She unconsciously took a step forward and made a sound - the secret was placed on her neck with the cold light of the sky.
Lu Hanjiang turned over and sat up, with no warmth in his eyes. His cold eyes seemed to be staring at a dead thing.
After a brief moment, Lu Hanjiang's eyes became a little brighter. He caught a glimpse of a trace of blood on the white jade neck. He immediately put away his sword and smiled apologetically: "You came early today. some."
Finally escaping from that terrifying gaze, Huangfu Xiaoyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I wonder when you mastered the ability to kill people in dreams."
"I'm not Cao Mengde. I can't kill people in my dreams."
Lu Hanjiang stood up, took the towel from Huangfu Xiaoyuan, rubbed his face, threw it into the basin, and said with a smile: "When I kill people, I am usually very sober."
Huangfu Xiaoyuan did not speak, but silently did the work of a maid, arranging Lu Hanjiang's clothes and serving tea and water.
When Lu Hanjiang finished his meal, he asked her to sit down together: "Let's go together."
Huangfu Xiaoyuan shook her head and refused, but Lu Hanjiang said casually: "There is no need to be restrained. The current 'Yueli Feng' is a casual person who does not like worldly etiquette. Just sit down and sit down."
This was clear, and Huangfu Xiaoyuan came to the table.
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At the same time, the gangsters in Southern Shaolin gathered around the ring early just like yesterday, waiting for which hero would be able to kill the majestic Xiaoyao Sect today.
Among the crowd, Hu Qianzhong, who was defeated and lost the boss's face yesterday, also came. He had a gloomy face, ignoring the small and unpleasant whispers of the people around him, and stared at the ring with his eyes. Although he didn't have any ugly expression, But this silent ferocity made him even more frightening.
Time passed, the sun was almost at its peak, and Lu Hanjiang arrived belatedly.
He was like an aristocratic young man enjoying flowers and gardens. His slow and unhurried pace made the people who were waiting eagerly feel unhappy, but he acted on his own without caring about other people's eyes.
When Lu Hanjiang slowly walked onto the ring, Xuanku said Amitabha, looked around, and asked: "Is there any donor who comes to challenge today?"
Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, but no one moved a foot. Most of them were spectators during the martial arts competition, and they served to enhance the atmosphere. How could they dare to really go up and challenge the successors of the Xiaoyao Sect.
Since no one had said anything like Hu Qianzhong yesterday, they didn't know who would come out to meet this Yue Lifeng today.
While the crowd was whispering and whispering to each other, a man walked in with light steps. He held an ordinary iron sword in his right hand and made a sword formula with his left hand. His body was like a green pine, and he spoke concisely: "Wudang Forgot Chen, please give me some advice from Mr. Yue."
Yesterday it was Hengshan, today it is Wudang. Now the onlookers are blessed. They all stared at the arena intently, for fear of missing any of the excitement.
With Wangchen's age and status in the world, it is really modest to offer him advice. In fact, if yesterday's victory over Hu Qianzhong with one sword had not been vivid in his mind, some people would have been petty and thought that the Wudang Sect was going to use words to crowd out the Xiaoyao Sect.
"please."
Lu Hanjiang's response was equally concise and clear. He didn't have any bad feelings toward the Wudang Clan, but he didn't have any favorable impressions either. This Wangchen was not like Hu Qianzhong, who took the initiative to hit the muzzle.
Therefore, in this scene, Lu Hanjiang did not take the initiative to attack, but deliberately slowed down his movements. Firstly, he invited Wangchen to take the initiative to attack so that he could observe some Wudang swordsmanship. Secondly, he hid his clumsiness so that the stage scene could be completed.
Keep singing.
Seeing Lu Hanjiang stopped moving forward, Wangchen didn't hesitate. He took three steps forward and thrust his sword forward. The two of them went back and forth, and the sword blades touched each other a few times.
Perhaps because he was afraid of Tianji's sharpness, Wangchen's sword always avoided direct confrontation with Lu Hanjiang, but Lu Hanjiang also deliberately slowed down his attacks, which caused the people around him to see that this was not a competition between the two.
Are they dancing swords, or are they each dancing in their own way?
Lu Hanjiang also sensed something was wrong. How could Wangchen be so afraid? The Seven Wudang Masters who were trying to support the facade were all just show-offs, right?
He was confused in his heart, but his movements were not slow. He hid his left hand under his sleeve, and stabbed out with Tianji in his right hand. This seemingly slow sword suddenly accelerated at the last pass. An unprepared thrust, Wangchen
He dodged sideways but caught the sword belt, and when the opponent picked him up with his sword, the scabbard slipped to the ground.
Wangchen glanced at the scabbard on the ground, but didn't react much. He calmed down and stabbed out with his sword, but Lu Hanjiang caught him with his sword.
Lu Hanjiang controlled Tianji with his inner strength and pressed tightly against Wangchen's iron sword. The two of them turned their wrists at the same time, and the two swords drew circles of different sizes in the air. The iron sword trembled continuously, as if it was about to lose its support.
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Wangchen frowned slightly, urging his internal energy to attach to the sword body, hoping to use it to shake off the secret of heaven. On one side, Lu Hanjiang poured his internal energy into the sword to fight with him, but on the other hand, the left hand hidden in his sleeve turned into a
The palm suddenly shot out.
But something strange happened. The Bai Hong Palm Technique, which was originally invincible, was met by Wang Chen with the same palm technique. The two palm powers hit each other and actually canceled each other out.
This Wangchen actually saw the reality of the Baihong Palm Technique at a glance and cracked it. This is really incredible.
Lu Hanjiang's mind moved, and as his internal energy surged, he swung the sword in his hand away from Wangchen, and then seized the momentum to catch up. Tianji swung forward, the black and white swords flew again, and the three swords of Tiandao were shot directly.
Facing a sword with strong murderous intent, Wangchen did not dodge, but made a move that surprised Lu Hanjiang. He actually used the same sword move in return, and the two sword gangs he slashed out on the left and right also melted.
Made of two-color magatama, it is exactly the three swords of heaven written in Huangfu's jade book.
The swords of the two sides collided with each other, and the turbulent wind and waves stirred up smoke and dust all over the sky. All the spectators in the arena hurriedly covered their faces.
On the field, Lu Hanjiang's footsteps were like arrows, and the moves of the Tianji Sword in his hand changed again, just like a torrential downpour, the sword energy was splashing like raindrops, and Wangchen was actually also dancing the iron sword, with exactly the same moves at his fingertips.
As if inside and outside the mirror, Lu Hanjiang and Wangchen also used the Three Swords of Heaven. The same sword moves had no effect on each other, and similarly, there was a sense of dissonance in their sword moves.
Lu Hanjiang suddenly put away his sword and looked at Wangchen with a deep look. He finally came to his senses. Wangchen was not a serious practitioner of the Three Swords of Heaven. Like himself, he was a semi-monk. Other moves are used against the enemy here.
It's not that this "Wangchen" can't use the profound Wudang swordsmanship, but now he doesn't know any other Wudang swordsmanship at all. This guy is actually the same as himself, using the small Wuxiang Kung Fu!