The melon-eating swordsman in the ancient dragon world.

Chapter 503: The logic is not right, just because of the inside story
Tie Kaicheng made it clear that he would not help either side, so the big boss shifted his gaze away from him and turned his attention to Xie Xiaofeng again.

Xie Xiaofeng still maintained an ethereal state. Not only did he ignore the murderous aura emitted by the person behind him, he also ignored the murderous aura emitted by Mr. Qiu Er in front of him.

The plot goes around in circles, but because of each person's personality and choices, it returns to its original track.

The next moment, Mr. Qiu Er took action!

It must be said that Mr. Qiu Er was able to kill seven of the top ten swordsmen in Jiangnan, which shows that he has real skills. Although his posture of drawing the sword is quick and hasty, it is calm and elegant.

"choke--"

As the sword rang out, the tip of the sword had already reached Xie Xiaofeng's chest.

Mr. Qiu Er had long seen that Xie Xiaofeng was an expert in swordsmanship, but he had no intention of having a fair duel with Xie Xiaofeng. Instead, he took advantage of the opportunity when Xie Xiaofeng was frightened by the murderous aura behind him and drew his sword to attack.

Even if he couldn't kill him with this sword, he could create a flaw, allowing Mr. Mao behind him to kill him.

But contrary to Mr. Qiu Er's expectations, when the tip of his sword was three inches away from the chest of the person in front of him, the other party did not react.

"What's going on? He doesn't dare to move, or has he given up?"

Mr. Qiu Er's eyes flickered, but his hands did not slow down at all. With a flick of his wrist, the sword became three times faster again, shining with a bright light and piercing the target's chest.

But at the moment when Mr. Qiu Er used his sword skills, Xie Xiaofeng moved.

He turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and pierced Mr. Qiu Er's eyes with his two hooked fingers.

Mr. Qiu Er was horrified. He obviously didn't expect Xie Xiaofeng to be so fast. He didn't want to exchange his eyes for the other party's life, so he immediately stopped, dodged to the side, and swung his sword backhand to chop at Xie Xiaofeng's wrist.

But just as he changed his moves, he saw Xie Xiaofeng change his moves again. He turned sideways, twisted his body, and gently supported his wrists and elbows with his hands. He felt his hands lighten, and the long sword in his palm disappeared.

Mr. Qiu Er's expression changed drastically. He had never thought that the day would come when the sword in his hand would be snatched away by someone with bare hands.

Xie Xiaofeng, who had snatched Mr. Qiu Er's sword, swung the sword casually, and the sword flashed with a sword light.

The sword light was not swift and sharp, nor was it dazzling, nor did it have any intimidating aura. It even looked somewhat leisurely and soothing. It did not look like a sword light that could take one's life, but rather like a gust of wind in spring.

But in Mr. Qiu Er’s eyes, he saw great terror!
Who can resist a gust of wind that comes from all directions and is everywhere?
So Mr. Qiu Er retreated, and retreated quickly, but at the same time he did not despair, because he knew that Mr. Mao Da would take action.

Although he was defeated by Xie Xiaofeng in one move, he was still full of confidence in Mr. Mao, because he knew that Mr. Mao's martial arts skills were much better than his.

Mr. Qiu Er's guess was correct. At the same time that Xie Xiaofeng swung his sword at him, Mr. Mao Da also made his move. The murderous aura turned into substance, and a long sword flew through the air, crossed a distance of ten feet from the lobby door, and appeared behind Xie Xiaofeng.

Although the distance was far, Mr. Mao's Qinggong was very advanced and his swordsmanship was also very good. In just a moment, he crossed the hall and appeared behind Xie Xiaofeng.

The reactions of both sides were beyond the other's expectations.

If he was dealing with an ordinary martial artist, let alone whether Mr. Qiu Er could kill him alone, even if he could only induce him to reveal a flaw, Mr. Mao Da could draw his sword and kill him in an instant.

If Mr. Mao was just a little weaker, when he crossed the ten-foot distance and appeared behind Xie Xiaofeng, Xie Xiaofeng would have killed the man in front of him. But as luck would have it, Xie Xiaofeng was very fast, and so was Mr. Mao, so they just happened to arrive at the same time.

"Keep someone under the sword!"

A low shout was sounded, and Mr. Mao's long sword flashed with seven points of sword light, covering the seven major acupoints behind Xie Xiaofeng, but he prioritized them and left a space on one side for Xie Xiaofeng.

If Xie Xiaofeng did not retreat, he would be stabbed by the sword at the same time as he killed Mr. Qiu Er, and if he retreated, he would not be able to kill Mr. Qiu Er with one sword.

Xie Xiaofeng slipped and dodged the long sword behind him, but he did not avoid it completely. The long sword in his hand was still only three inches away from Mr. Qiu Er's heart, and Mr. Qiu Er's retreat had already come to an end.

The next moment, the footsteps stopped, the sword light stopped flashing, and the three people who had just taken action all stopped where they were.

Mr. Qiu Er retreated to the table with empty hands.

Xie Xiaofeng's sword was only three inches away from Mr. Qiu Er's heart, and the sword energy caused Mr. Qiu Er to feel a dull pain.

Mr. Mao's sword moved sideways, only three inches away from Xie Xiaofeng's carotid artery, and stopped steadily in mid-air.

The big boss let out a long sigh, because he knew that no matter whether Mr. Qiu Er would die or not, Xie Xiaofeng was definitely dead. No one could escape with such a short distance and with his back to Mr. Mao Da.

Tie Kaicheng took a sip of wine and exhaled a long breath of alcohol.

Xie Xiaofeng's response was not beyond his expectations, but Mr. Mao's martial arts skills made him shine. This extra who was killed by his younger brother with a single knife in the original novel was actually very skilled in both swordsmanship and martial arts, and was definitely a top master.

No wonder he, who was known as the first non-family disciple of the Murong family, was able to marry Murong Qiudi as a family servant.

However, with his martial arts skills, even if he was a little excited when he saw Xie Xiaofeng, he wouldn't be killed by a single blow from my brother, right?
Then, Tie Kaicheng noticed that Mr. Mao looked at Xie Xiaofeng with respect and pain in his eyes, and then he couldn't help but slide his gaze to his younger brother, with a hint of sadness and pity in his eyes.

Tie Kaicheng's eyes lit up, he finally understood!

As an elder of the Murong family, Mr. Mao should know that I am the son of Murong Qiudi and Xie Xiaofeng. He might even have watched me grow up. So he was not on guard against me at all. He never thought that I would attack him.

As for why I would attack him?

In fact, the matter is very simple, because Mr. Mao's martial arts have long exceeded the level that others can control, and he already has enough self-will and free space.

Therefore, although he was considered half a retainer of the Murong family, he was not Tianzun's man.

No wonder Tianzun went through so much trouble to plot against Xie Xiaofeng, and had to get rid of Mr. Mao first, because Mr. Mao might really help Xie Xiaofeng.

Tie Kaicheng sighed deeply and said that when he read the original novel, he always felt that the logic was not making sense. Now that he came to the scene, he finally understood it.

Gu Long's writing is meticulous, logical, and ingenious. He is truly worthy of being a master of his generation. I admire him!

(End of this chapter)