Chapter 137: Three Knives, Four Swords, and Seven Killings

As the sun rose higher, the sunlight became a little harsher, adding a hint of heat to the air in the courtyard.

Yan Ming was sweating all over, but he just kept swinging his fists. Fang Xun, who had come out of the martial arts hall to get some fresh air during his free time, stood beside him and gave him some pointers from time to time.

In addition to the two of them, there were four or five other swordsmen who were watching with great interest.

Three days ago, there were only three of them living in this large courtyard. As more and more swordsmen came up the mountain, suddenly eighteen people lived in this courtyard.

We see each other every day and have become familiar with each other.

Fang Xun has been staying at home for the past three days, spending most of his time in the martial arts hall discussing and studying the "Tai Xuan Jing" with Shi Potian.

I only come out occasionally like now to have a meal and take some fresh air, and to give some pointers to Yan Ming.

Fang Xun was not afraid of outsiders and just gave Yan Ming advice as if no one was around. Every word he said was to the point and went straight to the essence.

After listening to this, several swordsmen who were watching on the side also felt that they had gained something. Although they did not practice palm techniques, the principles of martial arts are the same.

With Fang Xun's current level of insight, just a few words from a high vantage point could help them draw inferences from other situations.

Yan Ming felt as if he had suddenly been enlightened, and he felt that his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms became smoother and smoother.

Just at this moment, a graceful red figure hurriedly walked into the courtyard, accompanied by a faint fragrance. Fang Xun turned around and saw that it was Dongfang Que who came back.

After the other person walked up to him in two or three steps, he asked in confusion: "You were out for less than half an hour, how come you're back so soon?"

Dongfang Que just replied with a strange expression: "Xun brother, let's talk inside."

"Yan Ming, you can practice slowly on your own."

Fang Xun nodded when he heard this. Knowing that the other party had something that was not convenient to say in front of outsiders, he said something to Yan Ming and went into the room with Dongfang Que.

After entering the house, Dongfang Que handed over the note he had just received, and at the same time transmitted his voice through ventriloquism into the secret passage.

"This should be a message from Xue Qianrou, which says that Commander Yu will come to Mojian Peak in person tomorrow."

Fang Xun was stunned for a moment, took the note and quickly glanced through it, and saw that the contents of the note were all the secret words that Yu Jiaolong taught him.

Four days ago, the Ghost-Faced Man appeared in Tiefeng Town, and his purpose was most likely to get the divine sword that was about to be born.

Yu Jiaolong did not receive the news until a day later. After learning the news, he immediately decided to put the matter of Lujiazhuang aside.

They took their men and masters from the Yinyue Sect to ambush near the Mojian Peak and wait for the ghost-faced man to show his hand. As long as he showed his hand, they would be able to catch him red-handed.

Compared to the big fish, the Ghost-Faced Man, the small shrimp Lu Tianyao is insignificant.

The Jade Dragon did not give Fang Xun any special task, but just asked him to be smart and act freely according to the circumstances after the sword fight began.

After reading the content, Fang Xun was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

“Haha, it’s a relief that the Four Killing Swords has finally reached perfection. Even if I use it in public now, it’s probably hard for outsiders to associate it with the same killing swords from more than three months ago.”

But he immediately remembered something and frowned.

"Brother Xun, what's wrong?" Dongfang Que, who was standing by, asked immediately upon seeing this.

Fang Xun frowned and replied: "Since the Six Gates are all prepared to wait and see, what about Sanyue Hall?"

Dongfang Que's expression became serious after hearing this.

Fang Xun was not worried about being caught by Yu Jiaolong. After all, the Six Gates were an official department. Even if they were a bit domineering, they would still follow some rules when doing things.

But Heishuiyuan may not have so many concerns.

Thinking of this, he said to Dongfang Que: "No matter what, be alert tomorrow."

"Understood, Brother Xun."

Fang Xun's guess was correct. Heishuiyuan Sanyuetang was indeed planning to catch this ghost-faced man at the sword-fighting conference.

However, after Su Xingcan, a member of Sanyuetang, learned of the above arrangements, his face looked as if his mother had died.

"What?! The Sixth Hall Master is taking action personally?!"

He and other members of the Sanyuetang who came to the Lijian Pavilion, a total of more than twenty people, were seen sitting in a circle in the room.

Everyone else looked at Su Xingcan with sympathy.

The plan of Sanyuetang was very simple and crude. When the sword fight began, the Sixth Hall Master, the Grand Master of Divine Will, would kill himself.

Start with the best among them and kill them one by one. As long as the Ghost-Faced Man is still on Mojian Peak, he will be exposed.

Everyone else is none of it. They don't have to take action anyway. When the Sixth Master takes action, they just need to run away. They can only sympathize with Su Xingcan.

Su Xingcan cursed in his heart. If something went wrong, not only would the reputation of his Lijiang Pavilion be damaged, but there might also be serious casualties.

But this was something that had been decided by the higher-ups, and it was just a routine notification to him, so he could do nothing about it.

"Alas, I just hope that the Sixth Hall Master can catch the Ghost-Faced Man as soon as possible tomorrow. The Lijian Pavilion is a small business that cannot afford to be tossed around."

On the other side, Fang Xun, who was missed by everyone, also returned to the martial arts hall.

"There is still one day left, which is enough time for me to prepare an extra trump card."

The strongest in each realm has a chance to possess and stack strength. One day is enough for him to bring out the strongest in Tongmai.

Standing in the training ground, Fang Xun glanced at the second door, but did not choose to push it open. Instead, he walked to a door in three or two steps, pushed it open and entered.

The next moment, what appeared before his eyes was no longer a white arena, but the square in front of the main hall of Hulong Villa. He was very familiar with every plant and tree here, especially the stone dragon carving that was more than ten feet long.

Zhu Wusi, who was wearing a brown robe and standing with his hands behind his back on the steps in front of the hall, was deeply moved when he saw Fang Xun.

"You have finally decided to decide the winner."

In just half a year, he could be said to have watched Fang Xun grow step by step.

When they met for the first time, the opponent could only barely take one of his attacks, and then was beaten again and again.

But every time, Fang Xun would make rapid progress, starting from being able to take one of his moves, and gradually reaching ten moves, a hundred moves, and even a tie.
Until three days ago, the opponent's strength finally improved to surpass his own.

Fang Xun was also filled with emotion. Zhu Wusi, this martial artist, was really useful. No matter what new martial arts moves he had learned, he could immediately find the opponent and have a good fight to quickly master them.

In the past six months, the two of them have lost count of how many games they have played together. They are so familiar with each other.

However, as his strength continued to improve, the gains from his fights with Zhu Wusi became less and less, until today when it was finally coming to an end.

Fang Xun's eyes were deep, and his whole aura seemed to blend with the heaven and earth. Zhu Wusi's eyelids twitched unconsciously.

"Very good! Let me see how much you have improved in the past three days!"

Zhu Wushi's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and the whole person seemed to teleport. In the blink of an eye, his figure appeared next to the stone dragon again, holding the dragon's tail with his right hand.

Rumbling--

The ground was cracked and a lot of gravel was flying everywhere. The stone dragon was lifted off the ground and soared into the sky vividly as if it had come alive.

In an instant, Zhu Wusi grabbed the animated stone dragon and flew high into the sky, then swung it down again, smashing towards him with a thunderous momentum.

A huge shadow engulfed the square, making Fang Xun feel as if the sky had darkened again.

Just like when he first met the other party, Zhu Wusi still swung the stone dragon and smashed it.

But he is no longer the same person he was back then.

Fang Xun let out a long roar and soared into the sky, and in an instant his hands pressed on the top of the stone dragon's head.

"The Great Shift of the Universe" was put into operation. With the same technique and the same force field, the two people's forces collided in an earth-shattering manner through the stone dragon.

boom--

With a loud bang, the ground in the square began to tremble, and large pieces of mud, sand and gravel were stirred into curtains of earth and stone!

The stone dragon in the air was broken into two pieces, and then exploded into countless pieces of rubble that fell to the ground. Suddenly, rubble rained from the sky.

The hazy smoke and dust blocked the view of the two people in the air.

But Fang Xun quickly locked onto Zhu Wusi's aura, lightly tapped a slightly larger stone with his toes, and suddenly thrust out a sword with his right hand.

choke--

A loud sword chant was heard, and a bright sword light suddenly appeared in the eyes of Zhu Wusi, who was still looking for Fang Xun's figure.

This sword was simply a stroke of genius. The sword light pierced through the smoke and dust, and also penetrated into the weak spot of the invisible force field of "The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" that densely covered Zhu Wushi's body.

Fang Xun followed the sword, and the sword light followed some mysterious trajectory, as if it was completely integrated into the opponent's invisible force field, without any hindrance.

Zhu Wushi's pupils suddenly shrank. This sword looked simple and extremely fast, but it contained all kinds of changes.

As the threat approached, his brows knitted suddenly, and with a bang, the protective energy of the "Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill" ran through his body surface, and he punched back.

laugh--

With a teeth-grinding friction sound, the two men finally came into close combat.

Two figures flew back and forth in the air, and in repeated collisions, the falling rocks nearby were constantly crushed into powder by the exploding energy.

The square on the ground was also scratched with grooves by the aftermath.

The two of them fought in mid-air as they fell downwards. From the sky to the ground, it took only a dozen breaths of time for them to exchange more than a hundred moves.

As soon as he landed, 'Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building at Night' appeared out of thin air in Fang Xun's left hand, and immediately a terrifying demonic nature rose up.

In the left hand, there is a curved knife, a pure black light, and the rising black moon is like the coming of Avici Hell.

In his right hand, the sword light trembled, making the sky and the earth pale in comparison, life and death were entangled, sometimes he was a god, sometimes he was a devil, like life and death, god and devil were one body.

The fatal crisis made Zhu Wushi's mind tense to the limit. He pushed the Vajra protective energy to the extreme, and the tough Tiangang round energy shield also covered his whole body.

"It's not easy to defeat me!"

"Haha, of course it won't be that easy. Take my sword and saber combined attack. Three swords, four swords, seven killing calamities!"

In an instant, the devil sword and the killing sword merged, and a sea of ​​swords and waves rose up.

For no reason, Zhu Wusi suddenly felt that he was doomed.

The soft sword and the hard knife are combined, hardness and softness are balanced, and the chain is as desired.

The knife no longer seems to be a knife, but a sword, and the sword no longer seems to be a sword, but a knife.

boom--

The boiling energy of both sides collided, like a hurricane sweeping through, submerging everything.

(End of this chapter)