Great Song catcher

Chapter 11
With the long sword resting on his neck, the white-faced scholar was so frightened that his face paled and his body trembled non-stop, shaking like chaff.

"Grand...uncle...I have money here...I will give you everything you want...don't hurt..."

As he spoke, Bai Mian Shusheng reached into his bosom with trembling hands, took out a money bag and handed it over with both hands.

"Stop fucking nonsense, if you dare to move again, I will kill you!"

The man in black shouted sharply, turning a deaf ear to the scholar's words, and the hand holding the sword became a little stronger. The skin at the throat was cut by the sword edge, and blood dripped down his neck, staining the scholar's collar red.

The white-faced scholar wanted to cry but did not dare to move, for fear of offending these evil stars and taking his own life.

The man in black looked at Fang Sihai and said loudly: "Boss Fang, I heard that you are quite famous in the Jianghu, and you often help the weak and the poor. If you don't want him to die, you'd better hand over the things, otherwise I will Just kill him!"

Fang Sihai's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "Let me go, I can let you leave safely, and I will pretend that what happened tonight never happened!"

"Hand over the things, and our brothers will leave immediately, and we will never stay here for a moment!"

The two sides refused to give in to each other, and they just stood there in a stalemate.

Suddenly, Fang Sihai let out a violent roar, like a tiger roaring in the mountains, the deck burst forward in a row, and the white-faced scholar and the man in black who threatened him with a sword were instantly shaken into the air.

At the same time, Fang Sihai's figure moved, and he flew over at an extremely fast speed. A tiger-shaped slashing hand descended from the sky like a giant axe, and smashed on the head of the man in black like a bamboo, while the other hand grabbed the white face. The scholar's waist smoothly sent him to the deck.

"Good job!"

Seeing Fang Sihai's decisive action, Nie Feng couldn't help applauding secretly.

It's no wonder that Huwei Escort has been able to stand upright for more than ten years. Fang Sihai was a little surprised that he could think of a way to use the hollow deck to transmit strength, shocking the two people into the air, and then rescued them.

Under the force of the fierce tiger-shaped slashing palm, the man in black flew ten feet across, blood splashed on the spot, and the headless body sank from midair to the bottom of the river.

The white-faced scholar landed on the deck, patted his chest with lingering fear, and after Fang Sihai came down, he hurriedly walked over and gave a salute: "Thank you, hero, for your rescue, otherwise Xiaosheng's life would be difficult to save."

"It's okay!"

Fang Sihai waved his hands indifferently, turned his head to look at the remaining five men in black, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be Jiangzuo Seven Swords?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the five men in black turned around and wanted to jump across the river to escape, but Fang Sihai's subordinates immediately surrounded them and blocked their escape route.

"Hero, there is no repayment for saving your life. As long as Xiaosheng has a folding fan from this family, he has the right to be a reward..."

The white-faced scholar held a folding fan and walked a few steps forward, with a very sincere expression of gratitude on his face.

Fang Sihai frowned slightly, thinking that a scholar in his heart is troublesome, but since the other party is sincere, he doesn't like to speak ill, so he said: "You are too polite, sir, this fan is a family heirloom of your excellency. Delightful..."

Fang Sihai just wanted to refuse, but when his fingertips touched the handle of the fan, he discovered that the fan bone, which seemed to be made of bamboo and wood, was actually made of fine steel!
"Not good... I was fooled!"

In the blink of an eye, Fang Sihai suddenly woke up in his heart, thinking something was wrong.

"Get out of the way!"

At this time, Nie Feng's voice also reached his ears.

But it's a pity that it's still a step late...

The condescending expression on the white-faced scholar's face disappeared without a trace, and instead he revealed a vicious smile. He patted the fan handle with his right hand, and the fan surface suddenly turned into dozens of iron leaves as thin as cicada's wings, shooting like a shooting star. out.

Immediately afterwards, the scholar touched his waist with his right hand, and a soft sword with a cold light appeared in his hand, stabbing towards Fang Sihai's lower abdomen like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.

Fang Sihai yelled angrily, wrapped his right hand in front of his chest, and slashed at the sword. With his mastery in the tiger-shaped slashing hand, if this palm hits, it is enough to shake the sword and the opponent's arm together. broken.

But the white-faced scholar's sword move changed suddenly, instead of confronting his palm force head-on, it lightly bypassed Fang Sihai's arm, and stabbed at his throat again.

The sword is as bright as lightning and as fast as thunder, and there is almost no flaw in the connection between moves.

"South China Sea Chaotic Cloak Swordsmanship! This is the real Jiangzuo Seven Swords!"

Nie Feng immediately recognized the identity of the white-faced scholar, and it turned out that he was one of the real Jiangzuo Seven Swords.

The reason why this guy pretended to be a frail scholar was to take the opportunity to get close to Fang Sihai, and then launch a sneak attack.

The swordsmanship of the South Sea Sword School is famous in the Jianghu for its tricky, fierce and fierce swordsmanship.

Especially this set of Chaos Cloak Sword Technique is the best among them.

Even though Fang Sihai's martial arts were superb, it was difficult to resist such a fierce sword move in a hurry.

Fortunately, the strong wind brought by his palm swept all those iron leaves into the river.

Otherwise, even if he escaped the white-faced scholar's sword move, those hidden weapons coated with poison could kill him.

But at this moment, something even more unexpected happened.

The enchanting woman behind Nie Feng suddenly flew up, and at some point there was a dagger in her hand, and a three-foot sword light that stretched like silk suddenly surged, piercing Fang Sihai's back like lightning.

It is not easy to dodge this sword head-on, let alone a sneak attack from behind.

At this moment, Fang Sihai clasped his hands together, and with a move of "Salute to the Tathagata", caught the white-faced scholar's sword stabbing his throat.

So when he felt the coldness coming from the vest, it was too late to change his moves to dodge.

At the critical moment, he could only barely avoid the vital point in his heart, and the dagger in the woman's hand pierced through Fang Sihai's chest with ease.

Blood dripped onto the deck along the tip of the sword.

This sudden scene was unexpected to everyone present, including Nie Feng.

The reason why he reminded Fang Sihai just now was because he saw the fleeting insidiousness in the scholar's eyes.

However, he never expected that the woman he rescued just now was also a master.

And also a congenital master!
"rat!"

Seriously injured, Fang Sihai knew that he was doomed this time.

Simply no longer continue to passively resist, but directly reached out and grabbed the soft sword in the white-faced scholar's hand, and then swung forward with his right hand, the golden light in his palm was shining brightly, and his true energy appeared in the shape of a tiger's claw, wanting to pull the white-faced scholar Let's die together.

But the white-faced scholar suddenly let go of his sword and retreated, his toes lightly tapped on the deck, like a light swallow, fell several meters away like lightning, and avoided Fang Sihai's angry blow.

The secret lightness kung fu and agility of the South China Sea Sword School, swallows flying through the clouds!
The first sword was successful, and the enchanting young woman was about to stab out the second sword, but suddenly heard a sharp sound of sword whistling, coming from behind her.

Shocked in his heart, his figure twirled, and the dagger in his palm was driven by internal force, turning into a dazzling light curtain, covering his whole body, and at the same time flew back seven feet, standing on the edge of the deck.

(End of this chapter)