"They misunderstood that I killed someone, so they just chased me and beat me. Why are you, an old-timer, here to embarrass me?"

Luo Feiyu turned around and was vigilant about Xue Yiren.

Today, he rarely lost a pair of shoes. He looked very normal. His 16,000-point equipment was enough to defeat 80% of the martial arts masters. However, he was still a little weak against someone of Xue Yiren's level.

Xue Yiren said calmly: "Young lady has tainted the reputation of our Xue family, so we should have an explanation."

Luo Feiyu said angrily: "You think I don't have an explanation? I said I don't have a father like you, and they all thought I hated you so much that they didn't admit it. How can I block their minds?"

"..." Xue Yiren was obviously also deeply poisoned by the Jianghu people's imagination, and was silent for a moment. "The girl is carrying several lives. Since I am involved in this matter, I have to take care of it."

Luo Feiyu frowned deeply.

Xue Yiren's sword is many times faster than a red sword. No one present can see clearly how his sword strikes, where it comes from, and where it strikes. But those who saw this sword

Everyone thought that there was no way Luo Feiyu could catch this sword, which was faster than lightning.

Xue Yiren's swordsmanship is so advanced that it has already exceeded the imagination of the world.

There was just a flash of lightning in front of Luo Feiyu's eyes, and the person who was several feet away from him was already in front of him. He broke into a cold sweat and realized that the sword was attacking his throat.

In this case, neither slowing down nor sealing the interior has any effect. What makes Luo Feiyu feel safe the most is——

The sword surpasses the rabbit, chasing the shape and surpassing the shadow.

The instantly released sword shadow left a trace and successfully hit the sword before it was less than half an inch away from his throat. A bright light flashed in Xue Yiren's eyes, and he suddenly retreated fifteen feet.

There was no blood splattered on the spot, no swords clashing.

Everyone present looked at the scene in front of them in surprise, and their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

Miss Xiu is so young, she can actually take Xue Yiren's shocking sword!

They were shocked and doubtful, and each of them cursed in their hearts: They said you two have nothing to do with each other! Miss Xiu's swordsmanship must have been trained and taught by Xue Yi to become so powerful!

Xue Yiren glanced at Luo Feiyu with slight appreciation, and was a little surprised: "Your swordsmanship...is not bad."

This is already a very high praise. People in Jianghu originally thought that Luo Feiyu could kill Zhamuhe and other long-famous Lao Jianghu by one person, and he must have used some despicable means. Only now have they gradually realized that Xiu girl

If you could enter and exit Southern Shaolin five years ago, how could your martial arts be so easy?

Just because her reputation is always accompanied by all kinds of amazing scandals, people subconsciously ignore her martial arts.

Luo Feiyu twirled his swords, seemingly still in the mood to dance, but in fact he could respond to Xue Yiren's next blow at any time with full sword dance.

"Who did you learn from?" Xue Yiren asked.

Luo Feiyu answered loudly: "Yangzhou Qixiufang, Chuxiu Xiao Baiyan's family."

"Xiao Baiyan..." Xue Yiren has never heard of this person's name, let alone Qixiufang, "I heard that you also wield the Changge Feihong Sword?"

Luo Feiyu sneered contemptuously and said: "Aunt Gongsun is the founder of our sect. The Changge Feihong Sword is only a drop in the bucket, yet she dares to be called Gongsun Jianwu with the orthodox Bingxin Jue of our sect!"

Xue Yiren's face darkened a little, and his voice was slightly cold: "This girl is really arrogant. Let me come and learn about the reputation of Gongsun Sword Master!" As soon as he finished speaking, someone rushed up to him.

Luo Feiyu was on guard for a long time, he was equipped to reduce damage, he used sword breaking and inner sealing light skills, and thunderous strings followed one after another. While slowing down and stunning Xue Yiren, he carefully avoided his extremely dangerous attacks.

Even so, he only managed to escape Xue Yiren's thrilling move when he almost used Die Nongzu.

When Xue Yiren saw that she was able to condense the sword energy at such a young age, the light in her eyes burst out, and the sword in her palm instantly filled the sky with silver light.

With such a distance and such a speed, everyone originally thought that Xue Yiren's initial sword strike was already at its peak. However, seeing the silver light in his hand, they realized that his strike that shocked the entire audience did not use his full strength at all.

Luo Feiyu groaned in his heart, Xue Yiren saw through his thunder, he forced his waist to break, and then added an Emperor's Strike, barely holding his body and blocking this person. However, Xue Yiren's three consecutive sword attacks failed.

, the fighting spirit is already burning brightly, and the speed and precision of the sword have reached a new level.

Everyone watched this incredible showdown in stunned silence. They couldn't help but be so nervous that they even stopped breathing.

Xue Yiren has been famous for forty years, but no one can survive ten moves under him.

But Miss Xiu... She turned around and dealt with it calmly. The sword moves were graceful and unrestrained, like a dragon flying in the sky or a thundering giant riding the wind. Her momentum was not inferior to that of Xue Yiren, who combined his sword with a man.

The swordsmanship is very aesthetically pleasing.

Nowadays, everyone knows the true style of Gongsun Sword Dance, which has been passed down orally since the Tang Dynasty.

This is called a sword dance that moves all directions!

They gradually forgot to count how many blows Luo Feiyu suffered from Xue Yiren. Although Luo Feiyu dodged around and had almost no chance to counterattack, in such a terrifying confrontation, those present felt as if they had replaced themselves.

, I'm afraid I won't be able to take a single move.

Not to mention Luo Feiyu's figure is light and graceful, as if he is dancing. Behind this extremely beautiful dance is an equally thrilling danger!

Nangong Lingxuan stared at Luo Feiyu in the field, shaking and struggling in his heart.

He didn't know what was going on between his sister-in-law and his brother, but in the current situation, it looked like his brother had decided to abandon his car to save his handsome brother.

Should he help his sister-in-law... If he does it rashly, will it ruin my brother's plan...

Nangong Ling clenched his fists.

Ren Ci had raised him for many years, and when he was attacked, it was not without pain. But he had already done it, not to mention the poison...was given by his sister-in-law.

Just think of it as the reincarnation of cause and effect, and let Ren Ci... Nangong Ling held back and didn't move.

Luo Feiyu had reached the limit, and most of his skills were still on CD. However, Xue Yiren became more and more fierce as he fought, and each sword became more powerful than the last. He had no way to retreat, so he handed over the last magpie stepping branch and forced himself from Xue Yi.

He escaped from being locked by sword energy.

Faced with the embarrassing situation of being discovered by the opponent's skills, the only option is to bet on the 50% dodge probability of Magpie Stepping on the Branch.

In the moment of life and death, the sword came both quickly and slowly. The tip of the sword was only a millimeter away from his heart. Luo Feiyu couldn't even shed a cold sweat. He wanted to close his eyes to face the end of failure, but he couldn't even close his eyes to escape this incomparable situation.

I can't even do a scene that tortures my nerves.

Are you going to...die like this?

…

"Ding——" There was a sword cry, and a force of energy knocked Xue Yiren's sword edge off course, and the sword flew past Luo Feiyu's arm.

Luo Feiyu opened his eyes wide and looked at the back of the moon-white monk in front of him in great surprise. He even forgot about the pain of the wound and his mind was in a mess.

Wuhua took a long breath, glanced at Luo Feiyu from the corner of his eye, turned around and said to Xue Yiren: "Amitabha, if the donor did something wrong back then, why didn't he dare to admit it?"

Only then did everyone come back to their senses from the duel. They realized that this unexpectedly exciting battle was enough for many people present to remember for a lifetime.

Xue Yiren frowned and said, "No flowers?"

"Exactly." Wuhua nodded slightly, with an elegant manner and handsome appearance. "Tiger poison is not capable of eating its seeds. How can a famous benefactor really be so ruthless as to kill people and silence them? Although she acted radically and made big mistakes, no matter what she did,

Death in the hands of no one should be the result of the benefactor."

Everyone looked at each other, and for a moment they thought it was reasonable. This man from Xue Yi felt sorry for his mother, and had not controlled her since she was a child. Now when she gets into trouble, she doesn't protect her at all. She doesn't even want to take on the responsibility of being a father, and just wants to kill her with a sword. It's really

Not worthy of the name of a hero.

Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Even if there is a settlement, it should be the hard-working people like them who take action.

Despicable Xue Yiren! He must be thinking of silencing Miss Xiu as soon as possible, and then denying her identity so that he can continue to be his noble hero!

Wuhua had a face that made people fall in love with him, and because of his understatement, Xuejiazhuang's reputation was completely ruined.

Luo Feiyu stood quietly behind Wuhua, feeling as if he had met him for the first time, and as if this person had been like this from the beginning and had not changed at all.

He uses whatever means are necessary, works step by step, and makes use of everything available at any time, but his words and deeds are as perfect as the moon in the mirror, flawless and dust-free.

There are no flowers, no flowers, something comes from nothing, something comes from nothing, everything is nothing and everything is empty.

Just like...the beautiful and dangerous poppy in the sea of ​​​​Shiguanyin flowers.

Wuhua was tied to a boat by himself and had no chance of inheriting the Shaolin rule. However, Nangong Ling was already the leader of the Beggar Clan. In order to clear the obstacles, he decided to make the lie come true, forcing Xue Yiren to lose his reputation and pull out the hair of this superb master.

threatening.

Really?

Luo Feiyu laughed slowly, shaking his head while laughing.

"You said you stupid bald ass...can't you save me once and let me have some hope in you..."

No one understood what he meant, only Wuhua understood.

Wuhua looked at him calmly and did not answer. There was a deep sense of victory and something indistinguishable in his eyes.

"Master Wuhua! This witch killed my elder Ximen Qian, please get out of the way and let us avenge Elder Ximen!"

"The demon girl killed my gang leader, and if we don't take revenge, the Tianxing Gang will lose its face!"

"My senior brother Ling Jiuzi is also missing! The Hainan sect and the Cinnabar Sect have a deep friendship. Elder Ximen was killed, so we should share the same hatred! The demon girl will be captured as soon as possible!"

Wuhua frowned, as if she didn't like such a noisy environment and didn't want to hear these worldly sounds.

"Master, why do you want to protect this witch? Although her life experience is pitiful, she deserves to die!"

Wuhua sighed slowly, clasped his hands together, and was about to speak——

But there was someone outside the door that he didn't want to see.

"It's not Miss Xiu who deserves to die. If you really forced her to death today, you would be the unforgivable sinner!"
Chapter completed!