Chapter 132 Flying Spoon
It was late at night and the cold moonlight was shining on the earth.

In a hidden forest on Mojian Peak, although it was pitch black, voices could be heard from the darkness.

There were nearly twenty people in total, all of whom were disguised and their true identities could not be seen.

Qu Qingliu was among them. He said nothing and just listened to what others were saying.

"I have tested Wang Qianshan of the Jinling Wang family, and he is not one of them."

"It's not the Jade Flute Swordsman Feng Ruyi."

“Neither is Lei Wanjian from Lei Family Fort.”

“From Yushantang.”

These people were seen saying names one by one. They were all young swordsmanship masters from Jiangnan who had heard the news and came here because of their reputation.

Qu Qingliu was absent-minded, still thinking about his loss to Fang Xun during the day. He felt a fire of anger in his heart, but he had no way to vent it.

Just as Yu Jiaolong suspected, the Lijian Pavilion had indeed spread the news deliberately this time, hoping that all the sword masters in Jiangnan would gather at Mojian Peak.

In order to lure the ghost-faced man who killed the Seven Killers, the ghost-faced man really showed up in Tiefeng Town yesterday, but they still haven't found out who he is.

"I went to test Bai Wufeng before."

"Wait, isn't Bai Wufeng in the Enlightenment Stage?"

"He just broke through two months ago."

Hearing this, Qu Qingliu suddenly had an idea and took the initiative to speak: "During the day, I saw Fang Xun competing with Qingsong Sword Qu Qingliu. Fang Xun's swordsmanship..."

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a hoarse voice from the crowd.

"That Black Hand Sword Fang Xun was still at the post-natal stage when the Seven Assassins were killed. Are you trying to say that it was Fang Xun at the post-natal stage who killed the Seven Assassins at the ultimate stage of awakening? Don't use such jokes to tease us!"

"Haha, that's right, that's right. Besides, Qu Qingliu is just a man who seeks fame and reputation. He only dares to bully the young generation. He doesn't have any outstanding achievements."

After he finished speaking, the others burst into laughter. They had no intention of looking down on Fang Xun at all.

But it is true that the opponent is very strong, especially today Jian Wuyi personally admitted that Fang Xun and he, who is number one on the Dragon and Phoenix List, are at the same level of strength.

But more than three months ago, when the Seven Killers killed Fang Xun, he had not yet broken through to the innate realm.

Asking them to believe that a person in the post-natal realm can kill the Seven Killers would be better than believing that Shangguan Wudi, the number one sword god on the Heavenly Ranking, will die suddenly tomorrow.

Qu Qingliu's face immediately turned red, and he felt ashamed and angry. He opened his mouth to say something in rebuttal, but he didn't know how to start.

He didn't suspect Fang Xun was the murderer, he just wanted to bring it up on purpose to cause trouble for Fang Xun.

But he didn't expect that he would be laughed at and ridiculed as soon as he opened his mouth. He immediately became withdrawn and never spoke again.

The group laughed for a while and then put it behind them and continued to get down to business.

In the dim room, names were eliminated one after another. After another quarter of an hour, someone became impatient and started to complain.

“If you ask me, among the younger generation in Jiangnan, there are only a few masters who can defeat those who have opened their meridians at the Tongmai level and are also excellent in swordsmanship and saber skills.

It has already been confirmed that they are not the murderers. If we continue to search like this, I don’t think we will find any clues even after another ten years.”

After hearing this, the others also agreed in their hearts. This is like looking for a needle in a haystack. How can you find it?

"Haha, anyway, the higher-ups didn't ask us to find the person. They were just testing to eliminate the suspect. If they can't find him, it's none of our business. Why think so much?"

"That's right. Anyway, the task assigned by the higher-ups this time is quite lenient. Just pay attention to it on weekdays."

A group of people were chatting while informing each other of the people they had excluded. After another quarter of an hour, the discussion finally came to an end.

At this time, the leading man in black said, "Okay, that's all for today. After tomorrow, a new group of swordsmen will come to Tiefeng Town. Let's continue to test it then."

After hearing this, Qu Qingliu knew that the show was about to end. He sighed and asked, "Do you think that the ghost-faced man will really be exposed because of a magic sword?"

The leading man in black just smiled and said, "God knows, I just did my best."

After saying this, he left the scene first, while the others remained standing there without moving.

After another cup of tea, the second person set off.

They leave one by one, and the next person will leave after the previous one has gone far away, also to hide their identity.

Another half hour passed, and Qu Qingliu was the thirteenth to leave.

I saw his figure flying by, and soon he was out of the grove, and continued to move towards his guest house at full speed.

On the way, one could occasionally see disciples and servants from the Lijiang Pavilion patrolling the mountains with torches, but Qu Qingliu easily avoided them all.

Before coming, all members of Sanyuetang were given the patrol route of Lijiange, so it was easy to avoid it.

After a while, Qu Qingliu saw his own yard. Just when he was about to go back to his room to deal with the traces of camouflage, he suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, all the pores on his body contracted violently, the chill penetrated into his bones, and goose bumps appeared on the back of his hands. He felt as if he was locked by a terrifying aura.

"Who is it! Who wants to kill me?!" Qu Qingliu roared madly in his heart, but he didn't dare to move at all.

The energy that was secretly locking onto him was so terrifying that he didn't even dare to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead. He remained alert with full concentration.

He felt that if he moved even the slightest, he would be doomed!

In the shadow of a secluded corner, Fang Xun stood quietly, holding a spoon in his hand. If Li Xunhuan were here, he would see that his movement of holding the spoon was exactly the same as his own holding the flying knife.

Qu Qingliu stood there in agony, not daring to move. All his attention was focused on guarding against possible attacks.

After standing for dozens of breaths, suddenly a fire appeared in the distance and gradually moved towards this side, accompanied by a loud shout.

"Who is that? So sneaky!"

"Oh no! It's the disciple on night patrol at Lijian Pavilion!"

At this moment, Qu Qingliu didn't care about anything else and finally took a step with his right foot. At the same moment, the spoon in Fang Xun's hand slipped out of his hand!

"what!!!!!"

Qu Qingliu's heart suddenly jumped, and he roared without thinking to draw his sword.

call--

Almost at the same time, a subtle, almost imperceptible sound rang in my ears.

"What is that? There are hidden weapons!"

Qu Qingliu, who had just pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, was shocked when he saw an extremely thin line appear in the air in the distance.

The speed of this hidden weapon was too fast, so fast that it far exceeded the sound, and so fast that it cut through the air and formed into a thin line that rushed towards Qu Qingliu.

In just a moment, Qu Qingliu felt a cold and extremely ferocious aura approaching him.

Faced with life-threatening danger, his hands moved faster than ever before, reaching the peak of his life, and finally at the critical moment, he drew his sword.

choke--

Several disciples of the Lijian Pavilion who were rushing over to check from a distance saw a flash of sword light in front of them.

Then there was another brilliant streak of light that burst out, with such tremendous force that Qu Qingliu was hurled backwards madly.

Wherever it passed, it left two deep traces on the ground.

boom--

Finally, a loud bang came at this time, scaring a few people, but soon another loud noise came into their ears in the distance.

boom--

Qu Qingliu's body slid and broke through the courtyard wall, and he spit out red blood from his mouth. He finally stopped after sliding to the center of the courtyard.

I saw a deep dent on the sword's spine, which almost pierced the sword, and the spoon that served as a hidden weapon was gone, all turned into powder and scattered in the wind.
Qu Qingliu suddenly felt as if he was going to die, and all he wanted to do was escape from Mojian Peak as quickly as possible, as far away as possible.

But immediately a dazzling flash of sword light burst out in the darkness.

The knife light was curved, like a crescent moon rising into the sky.

Qu Qingliu wanted to resist, but the knife was too fast. He was stunned for a moment and the light disappeared.

After the flash of the knife, Qu Qingliu stood there in a daze, still holding the sword to block his chest, with a very strange expression.

It seems to be a distortion of fear, but also like surviving a disaster.

"I'm not dead???"

call out--

Suddenly, a sound of breaking through the air was heard, and with a bang, a bunch of flares exploded in the sky.

Under the illumination of the fireworks, Qu Qingliu could see clearly that only a pile of bones were left on his right hand holding the sword. He was immediately terrified, but his body suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.

The next moment, a shrill scream resounded through the night sky.

“Ah ...

At this time, several patrolling disciples from Lijiang Pavilion finally rushed into the yard, but as soon as they arrived, they saw Qu Qingliu lying on the ground wailing.

At this time, only white bones were left of one of his arms and one of his legs, without a trace of flesh.

Several disciples on night patrol felt a chill in their hearts when they saw this scene.

The next moment, another black shadow passed by, grabbed Qu Qingliu and flew to the roof, then disappeared.

Several disciples took a quick glance and saw only a cold metallic light reflecting on the other party's face.

(End of this chapter)