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Chapter 21 Xia Mo Seven Swords

Only when he faced Qin Yang directly did Gui Er realize why Gui Wu was easily captured by Qin Yang.

The fierce and domineering fist power is really not something that people in the Houtian realm can stop. Just facing the fist wind directly makes you feel like you will die at any time.

but······

"There's no need to defeat him." A sly smile flashed across Gui Er's lips.

The blue dagger slashed diagonally against his arm, aiming directly at Qin Yang's fist.

Injury for injury, or should be said to be life for life. Qin Yang's punch was strong enough to break Gui Er's chest, and the dagger in Gui Er's hand, he thought, had enough poison to kill Qin Yang.

While taking action, Gui Er silently tried to save his life and was prepared to receive a hard punch. The best outcome would be that the enemy would die and we would be injured, and the worst outcome would be that both the enemy and ourselves would die. Gui Er was already ready to sacrifice.

.

However, it turns out that the results are not the worst, only worse.

The astonishingly powerful fist suddenly changed, from violent to light. He turned his right hand to hold Gui Er's arm, and clasped Gui Er's shoulder with his other hand. The two of them turned around and exchanged positions. Qin Yang used Gui Er as his

Shield, facing the other two killers.

This momentary reversal shocked Gui Er, because although Qin Yang had only appeared for a short time, his martial arts style always tended to be violent and domineering. This was the first time that such a small and flexible technique appeared today, which shocked those who had read the intelligence.

Gui Er was caught off guard.

I can only say that believing in one-sided information can kill people.

How could Qin Yang be only good at violent moves? Not to mention Wing Chun, which specializes in close combat, even the grappler he is good at has its own differences.

The Daqiao master's moves are steady, his strikes are sharp, and he is powerful.

Small grapplers win with small changes. Their moves are delicate and varied, and they can make endless changes in a limited space.

It looks like the technique Qin Yang used just now is a Shaolin small grappling technique.

"It seems I won."

Without giving Gui Er a chance, Qin Yang used his left hand to clasp the opponent's shoulder with great suction force. Gui Er's skill surged to his shoulder like a tide, and Qin Yang used the star-absorbing technique for his own use.

Not long after, all the energy in Gui Er's body was gone, and a big hand grabbed his throat and twisted it violently.

"Next, it's you."

Qin Yang threw Gui Er's body away and looked at the other two people.

Facing Qin Yang, who has extraordinary light skills, where can these two killers go?

"Bang"

Amidst the muffled sound, a thick sword energy blasted through the roof and broke the wall. The man holding a blunt sword led the iron-faced swordsman to the break of the wall, and glanced at the two people on the opposite roof.

"Tang Fengru, Xiao Wuming," Duan Shui's eyes were heavy, just like his sword, which lacked the edge of a swordsman, but had a calm look on its face, "Those who dare to interfere in the Mo family's fight will risk their lives.

?”

The "Mo Family" in his mouth seemed to have a strange magical power. Even the two people on the opposite side who had been mentally prepared for it in advance felt their hearts sinking when they heard these two words, and they felt like a disaster was imminent.

Involved in the Mo family's fight, these two warriors, who are also considered masters in the world, are also in danger. Among the masters who have died at the hands of the Mo family in the past ten years, which one is weaker than the two of them.

"Ha," Tang Fengru laughed dryly and said, "The Mo family is indeed not something that little people like us can afford to offend. But we little people can be considered members of the Mo family now. Do you think Tang is still afraid of the Mo family now?"

"

Of course it is impossible to be afraid of yourself. Thinking of the person behind Hengxing Villa, Tang Fengru also felt certain in his heart.

Yes, he can be considered a member of the Mohist family now, and the current struggle is just an internal fight within the Mohist family. He does not need to be afraid of the Mohist family, because he is now a member of the Mohist family.

"No need to say more," Xiao Wuming interrupted, "I have long heard of the name of Xia Mo's Seven Swords, but today I want to see what the Seven Swords are capable of."

The sound was as sonorous as a sword blade, with a strong aura. Xiao Wuming, who was famous for his swords, had long wanted to compete with Xia Mo's Seven Swords. He came here today to cut off the water.

Xia Mo's Seven Swords are all named after their swords. Just like the Broken Water Sword, he named himself after the Broken Water Sword. He also became famous in Daxia when he was in his twenties because of inheriting the Broken Water Sword.

And Xiao Wuming came today not only for the sword, but also for the name. With the Water Breaking Sword as a stepping stone, his name Xiao Wuming could also be known to the world.

"Among the seven swords, Zenmie and I are the weakest," Duanshui said silently, "The other five are all our seniors. Only me and Zenmie have succeeded Duanshui and Zenmie in recent years.

Soul. But”

Duan Shui looked directly at Xiao Wuming, his eyes even more serious, "If you think Seven Swords is nothing more than that, then I, Duan Shui, won't mind using your life as a sacrifice to warn others."

At this moment, Duan Shui's edge was completely gone, just like the blunt sword in his hand. Although he spoke bold words, there was no trace of sharpness. But the condensed and dangerous aura was getting higher and higher.

Who says a blunt sword can't kill!

Facing this dangerous aura, Xiao Wuming drew a bloodthirsty curve at the corner of his mouth, pressed his sword with one hand, and crouched slightly, ready to wait...

Tang Fengru: “·······”

Tang Fengru, who was standing next to Xiao Wuming, saw an oval object falling from beside him, hitting the street below, bouncing a few times, rolling slowly, and finally facing the sky, revealing a face with a bloodthirsty smile.

"Head..." Tang Feng felt like a stuck mechanism man. He was full of horror and wanted to express it in his mouth, but he couldn't spit it out. It was like it was stuck in his throat, which was really uncomfortable.

But no matter how uncomfortable it is, you have to endure it, because the greatest terror is coming not far away from the unknown.

Xiao Wuming, who was ready to attack just now, now has his head lying like a ball on the street below, but his body still maintains the posture of holding the sword and ready to attack, without wavering.

How could Tang Fengru endure such horror?

"He said he wanted to see the power of the Seven Swords..."

The old and feeble words came from the side. Just hearing this voice can conjure up an image of a down-and-out man in the world.

"Now, he sees it."

Tang Fengru glanced to the side with his peripheral vision, and saw a very poor swordsman standing beside him, looking at the head below and muttering softly to himself.

Just looking at the appearance, this swordsman is extremely ordinary. There is no shortage of such down-and-out people in the world. But if paired with the black and white swords on his back, all knowledgeable people will be wary of this person.

Endless.

"Black and white swords, Xuan Jian (third voice)..." Tang Fengru dug these words out of his throat in a groan-like tone.
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