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Chapter 241 Yan Nanfei, Rose Five Poisons.

Suddenly, a soft sigh was heard, and the next moment, Yan Nantian, who was supposed to be lying on a stretcher, stood up and stood in front of Murong Fu.

Yan Nantian sighed softly and said: "If the matter is urgent, please obey the authority. Please forgive me, Mr. Murong!"

However, Murong Fu didn't even look at him, he just stared at Fu Hongxue coldly.

Fu Hongxue was still expressionless.

Murong Fu said: "It seems that you are very aware and know that he is not unconscious."

Fu Hongxue nodded.

As the adopted son of Hua Baifeng, the eldest princess of the Demon Cult, he is not only proficient in martial arts, but also has some knowledge of medicine and is good at detoxification.

Although Yan Nantian on the stretcher used a clever inner breath method, he couldn't hide it from him at all.

Murong Fu said: "But you still brought them here!"

Fu Hongxue said: "Because I also want to see why they came."

Murong Fu said: "Now you know?"

Fu Hongxue said: "Now I know!"

The two people only spoke a few words, and the atmosphere in the garden, which was originally full of peace and tranquility, suddenly turned cold.

"Are you sure you insist on doing this?"

Turning to look at Yan Nantian in front of him, Murong Fu asked again.

"This is absolutely necessary. I hope you will forgive me!"

There was a wry smile on Yan Nanfei's lips, as if he had too much helplessness hidden behind him.

As if he had expected this answer, Murong Fu said calmly: "Very good, in that case, take out your sword!"

"Master Murong..."

Yan Nanfei's smile couldn't help but freeze. It seemed that he had never thought of this outcome.

Murong Fu said calmly: "No need to say more, I advise you to draw your sword!"

Yan Nanfei stopped talking as he had finished speaking.

The end of the road is the end of the world, the end of the words is the sword.

The sword is in hand and will be unsheathed.

After a long time, Yan Nantian suddenly sighed and said: "Although I don't want to fight with the young master, I can only offend you now!" Then he showed the sword under his clothes, a rose sword!

This soft sword can actually be hidden under clothes like a belt. The soft leather scabbard is made of some kind of saltpeter red, as red as a spring rose.

Looking at this sword, Murong Fu's eyes hardly showed any change.

Yan Nantian raised the long sword in his hand and sighed: "This sword is the most powerful weapon in the world. The blade is three feet and seven inches long, and its net weight is seven kilograms and twelve taels."

Murong Fu's eyes moved and fell on the sword, which was as red as blood, and he praised: "What a sword!"

When he returned to the world, he had heard the legend of the Rose Sword and understood that roses have thorns, which would not only hurt people's hands, but also their hearts.

Murong Fu quickly raised the sword in his hand and said slowly: "This sword is called the 'Junzi Sword'. It is a sharp weapon in the world. It is made of cold iron from outside the region. It is extremely sharp and can break hair when blown. The sword has a three-foot-three edge." , net weight is six catties and seven taels.”

When Yan Nantian heard this, his eyes seemed to light up, and he couldn't help but praise: "What a sword!"

Murong Fu said: "This is a good sword, please draw it quickly!"

Yan Nanfei said: "There is no need to draw the sword."

Murong Fu said: "No need?"

Yan Nanfei said: "A sword in a scabbard can still kill people."

Murong Fu: "Oh?"

Ming Yuexin suddenly explained: "Because the most terrifying thing about this sword is not the blade, but the scabbard."

When Murong Fu heard this, he just looked at her quietly.

Ming Yuexin stared at the bright red scabbard in Yan Nantian's hand with a strange look, and said, "Do you know what it was dyed red with?"

Perhaps understanding that Murong Fu did not know the origin of the Rose Sword, Mingyue Xin continued: "It is dyed red with the flower juice of the 'Blood Rose'."

Rose flowers are naturally known to everyone in the world.

But naturally not many people know about Blood Rose.

Yan Nantian suddenly continued: "Blood rose is a rose irrigated with five kinds of poisonous blood."

Murong Fu asked: "What five kinds?"

Yan Nanfei said: "Seven-inch sinister snakes, hundred-segmented centipedes, thousand-year-old cold chilies, red fire poison."

Murong Fu said: "Is there another kind?"

Yan Nanfei sighed and said, "There is another kind that is the blood of those disloyal and unjust traitors!" "

Murong Fu was still listening quietly.

Yan Nanfei said: "The Rose Sword is meant to kill these five poisons. If Tong meets a filial son, a loyal minister, and a loyal man, the power of this sword will not be able to be exerted at all."

Having said this, it is natural to explain the reason why Yan Nanfei never took the initiative to draw the sword, because the scabbard of the Rose Sword already contained great power.

Yan Nanfei continued: "If you encounter the blood of the Five Poisons, the flower soul of the rose will be resurrected on the sword.

If someone is one of the five poisons, you will smell a mysterious and strange fragrance, and the flower soul of the blood rose will steal your soul without you knowing it. "

Ming Yuexin looked at him and sighed: "So you shouldn't have taken the initiative to challenge Mr. Murong!"

Was Murong Fu a disloyal and unjust person?

Naturally not.

Then the rose sword would naturally not be able to exert its original power when it met him, so Ming Yuexin said that he should not take the initiative to challenge Murong Fu.

"Are you sure you still don't want to give up?"

Looking at Yan Nanfei in front of him, Murong Fu asked again.

"It's about the safety of the martial arts world, don't give up!"

Yan Nanfei's tone became passionate, as if he was carrying the fate of countless people.

Sometimes lies are told incorrectly, and the person telling them may even think they are telling the truth.

This is the case for Yan Nanfei right now.

"Okay, if you lose, I will spare your life!"

Looking at Yan Nanfei in front of him, Murong Fu made a promise in a calm tone.

"Thank you!"

Yan Nanfei raised his hands upon hearing this.

His expression at this moment was very unique, as if he was a righteous man who endured humiliation and burden. In order to shoulder a responsibility that did not belong to him, as a noble swordsman, he actually endured this surrender that he should not have to bear.

Fu Hongxue looked at him for a long time, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in his eyes, which were usually taciturn.

This kind of look was only seen when he looked at Ye Kai.

In the courtyard of Peacock Villa, Yan Nanfei and Murong Fu were facing each other from a distance, each holding a long sword in their hands. The only difference was that the long sword in Yan Nanfei's hand was red all over, like blood.

The long sword in Murong Fu's hand was completely black and had no luster at all.

The two waited like this for a while, seemingly still confronting each other.

Murong Fu's reputation had already shocked the world eighteen years ago, and after eighteen years, his appearance had not aged at all, and he still looked to be in his early twenties.

It should be noted that no matter how advanced martial arts is, people will always be unable to withstand the invasion of time.

And most of the people who are good at maintaining their appearance have reached the highest level of internal strength in the world. Once such a person exerts his full strength, how terrible will it be?

Yan Nanfei knows this best.

At the moment, it seems that he has not taken action, but Fu Hongxue and Ming Yuexin, who know him best, know that he has taken action...

The next moment, he saw that his sword had indeed begun to move.

He moved slowly, with a strange rhythm in his movements, just like the petals of a rose blooming in the spring breeze, with no fatal power at all.

But Murong Fu's expression on the opposite side rarely became solemn, as if his slow swordsmanship contained a great threat.

However, facing this slow-moving sword, the Gentleman's Sword in Murong Fu's hand had not yet been unsheathed, as if he was still waiting.

Waiting for this sword move to reach its highest potential is like waiting for the moment when a rose flower blooms.

Ming Yuexin and Fu Hongxue, who were watching the battle from a distance, saw subtle changes in their expressions when they saw that Murong Fu still did not take action.

Both of them understood the magic power contained in this sword, and also understood that Murong Fu's reputation was so great in the past that even the flying knife in Ye Kai's hand could not suppress his reputation.

This shows how high his martial arts skills are.

But this sword is different. It contains an inexplicable power. The later you move, the more passive you will be.

I understand Murong Fu's confidence, but if he continues like this, then Yan Nanfei has no chance of winning. Maybe Yan Nanfei will really win today!

Suddenly, there was a dragon roar and sword energy soared into the sky.

Murong Fu's sword has been unsheathed.

The sword light still had no luster in the setting sun, as if it were like black wood.

As soon as Murong Fu's sword was unsheathed, everyone present felt a chill coming over them, especially Yan Nanfei, who was the closest, and the right hand holding the sword almost trembled.

But after all, Yan Nanfei still held the sword tightly in his right hand.

The rose sword in his hand seemed to turn into a blooming rose flower, giving off an enchanting color under the setting sun.

Murong Fu also seemed to smell a mysterious fragrance. The vision in front of him suddenly turned bright red. Except for this bright red color, nothing else could be seen. It was like a red curtain suddenly hung down in front of his eyes.

This is the magic power hidden in the Rose Sword, a power that makes people intoxicated without even realizing it.

Fu Hongxue looked at this scene from a distance. He rarely raised his head, and his expression gradually became serious.

As a former opponent, he knew how powerful Yan Nanfei's sword was. There was only one way to defeat it, and that was to be faster than it.

Now Murong Fu has obviously lost too many opportunities, so Fu Hongxue is curious about what he can do to reverse the situation?

Sure enough, under Fu Hongxue's gaze, Murong Fu's moves seemed to be caught in the wonderful rhythm of the Rose Sword, just like sharp shells being swept into the waves.

When the tide went out, all his attacks lost their power.

Just as Yan Nanfei's sword was about to hit the vital part of Murong Fu's throat, something happened suddenly. Murong Fu's jet-black Gentleman's Sword in his hand strangely blocked the sword.

As the two long swords stuck together, Yan Nanfei's expression suddenly became strange.

Because he suddenly noticed that an inexplicable suction force appeared on the long black sword in Murong Fu's hand. No matter how hard he exerted his strength, he could not separate the two swords.

Suddenly he had a bad premonition in his heart...

The next moment, the swords in their hands were strangely separated again, and this time Yan Nanfei lost the opportunity. It was clear that Murong Fu's reaction should have been slow, and his movements should have become slower.

But this time he took a step slower. As the chill passed by, Yan Nanfei's face turned completely pale, as if he had lost all color.

Then there was a "clang" sound, and the rose sword, which was supposed to be tightly held in his palm, was stuck on the ground for some reason.

And not far from the Rose Sword, a bloody severed hand was lying quietly on the ground. It was obvious that the winner had been decided in the fight between the two.

"you lose!"

Murong Fu sheathed his sword and spoke in an extremely calm tone, as if he was not the one who cut off Yan Nanfei's hand just now.

"Yes, I lost!"

A bitter smile appeared on Yan Nanfei's pale face.

"Your Rose Sword itself contains poison, so the sword energy and wind can also hurt people!"

Looking at Yan Nanfei who was smiling ugly in front of him, Murong Fu continued.

In the past, Yan Nanfei used this to make up the story that "the rose sword will bloom whenever it encounters an evil person". The sword defeated dozens of martial arts masters and became famous all over the world.

Yan Nanfei said: "But it doesn't work on you!"

Murong Fu said: "I practice a martial art that can protect me from all poisons. Although your rose sword contains poison, it is insignificant to me."

Seemingly sensing the doubts in Yan Nanfei's heart, Murong Fu continued: "As for my Junzi Sword, it has extremely strong magnetism. Any weapon made of metal will stick together tightly when it encounters it."

"You can separate it easily, but I can't!"

Yan Nanfei's smile was extremely bitter, and he knew that he did not lose unfairly.

Because regardless of swordsmanship or skill, he was far inferior to the man in front of him.

He is worthy of being the man who was as famous as Ye Kai, a famous hero of his generation, eighteen years ago.

"You said you would spare his life!"

Suddenly, Ming Yue Xin spoke.

She stared at the bloody severed hand on the ground, her tone full of complexity.

"Yes, I said this!"

Murong Fu nodded, he indeed spared Yan Nanfei's life.

"But he is missing his right hand. Although you don't kill him, Gong Ziyu's men will never let him go in the future..."

Ming Yuexin looked at Murong Fu and her tone suddenly became sad.

A famous swordsman had his best hand cut off, so there is no need to say more about what will happen to him!

"But what does that have to do with me?"

When Murong Fu heard this, he looked at Ming Yuexin with strange eyes.

Yan Nanfei sighed deeply and said sadly: "Yes, this matter indeed has nothing to do with the young master!"

He picked up the long sword on the ground with his left hand, held it respectfully, and said: "I just ask you to accept this sword. Although Yan Nanfei is dead, as long as you can use this sword to cut Gong Ziyu, I can't do anything." Sorry!"

"But you're not dead yet!"

Murong Fu looked at Yan Nanfei and said.

"But I'm missing a hand..."

Yan Nanfei's expression was a little painful.

Murong Fu said: "You control the sword with your heart?"

Yan Nanfei said: "Yes, what I practice is the Heart Sword and the Intention Sword. There is no need to fail to reach it. It is the highest level of swordsmanship. If you master it, you will be invincible in the world!"

Murong Fu said: "You haven't fully mastered it yet?"

Yan Nanfei nodded and said bitterly: "I claim to have learned the true inheritance of the Heart Sword, but in fact I am just looking at the flowers through the fog and have not understood the true meaning!"

Murong Fu said: "But you still have one hand."

Yan Nanfei's tone gradually became weird: "Do I still have another hand?"

Murong Fu said calmly: "You may not be able to practice superb swordsmanship with one hand. Besides, if I really wait for you to die, it won't be too late for me to take action!"

"Excuse me, sir!"

Yan Nanfei's expression suddenly became solemn, and he seemed to have regained his composure.

But his pale face still showed how hard the scene just now dealt him.

Perhaps he was not as strong as everyone expected, but Yan Nanfei had always made a promise and would die without regrets. Since he had an appointment with Murong Fu earlier, he naturally had to keep his word.

"Are you asking him to die?"

Mingyue thought.

When Murong Fu heard this, he just glanced at her lightly.

Ming Yuexin said in a faint tone: "Yan Nanfei can die without any regrets if he promises gold, and he is worthy of his name, but you..."

After saying this, Ming Yuexin shook her head slightly, then lowered her body and took the initiative to pick up Yan Nanfei's severed hand from the ground, and then supported him slowly away.

Murong Fu and Fu Hongxue were the only two people left in the courtyard.

The two stood quietly, Fu Hongxue's right hand holding her scabbard tightly, seemingly with great force.

"He's your friend?"

Murong Fu suddenly spoke.

Fu Hongxue still didn't answer.

As a lonely person, Fu Hongxue could not deny this sentence even though he was proud in his heart.

Murong Fu continued: "So you think I shouldn't cut off his right hand?"

Although Fu Hongxue didn't answer, his eyes said everything. His right hand had slowly moved up half an inch and he gripped the handle of the knife tightly.

"But have you ever thought about something?"

Murong Fu seemed not to notice this scene and continued to ask.

"what's up?"

Fu Hongxue spoke, his tone was extremely cold.

"Were you merciful when you took action in the early years?"

Looking at the man in front of him, Murong Fu asked a question that hit the depths of his soul.

Fu Hongxue's right hand holding the handle of the knife loosened inexplicably, as if she had suddenly lost all strength.

He couldn't answer this question at all.

After raising his head and glancing at Murong Fu, he turned around and left. Under the setting sun, he walked with his weird and unique steps and slowly disappeared from sight.

(End of this chapter)