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Chapter 251 Fu Hongxue’s knife and desperate heart.

In the bamboo forest, the two figures faced each other far away.

One person is dressed in white, with a long sword hanging from his waist.

One man was wearing a strong shirt, and the sword in his hand was as red as blood.

Looking at the two people in the bamboo forest, Fu Hongxue's eyes showed a hint of disbelief, because he was not only familiar with these two people, but one of them was even considered a confidant.

Not long ago, he was still feeling the pain of his passing, but now he was standing in front of him alive.

The two people confronting each other in the bamboo forest were naturally Murong Fu and Yan Nanfei.

Perhaps he was aware of Fu Hongxue's arrival, but Yan Nanfei's handsome and delicate face couldn't help but reveal a hint of pain and helplessness.

But he was still reluctant to look back, as if there was some inexplicable guilt hidden in it.

"Draw your sword!"

Looking at Yan Nanfei who had passed away at his feet, Fu Hongxue slowly raised his head, stared at the figure in white not far away, and suddenly said coldly: "Draw your sword!"

Yan Nanfei's sword stopped just inches away from Murong Fu's throat, but it never penetrated.

There are ever-changing sword techniques, and sword-drawing is just the simplest movement among them.

When Fu Hongxue taught Yan Nanfei the sword-drawing skills, he had predicted that it would take at least three years for him to be qualified to continue challenging Murong Fu.

With the sound of "ding", all movements suddenly condensed, and everything on the earth seemed to have stopped at this moment.

Murong Fu slowly wiped off the blood on the sword and did not look back.

However, only those with the sharpest eyes can see that there seems to be a faint black sword shadow in the flying rainbow lightning.

"You want to avenge him?"

When Murong Fu heard this, a strange expression suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he stared at Fu Hongxue who was directly opposite him and asked.

Upon hearing this, veins popped out on the back of Yan Nanfei's sword-holding hand.

Sometimes lies don't hurt, but the truth kills people!

But the sword-drawing skill in his hand now seems to be natural when he strikes it, and it is obviously not as good as one who can practice it in just a few months.

Fu Hongxue, who was standing outside the bamboo forest, felt like a fire was burning all over his body. He suddenly moved.

The same conversation took place between the two of them again, but this time the situation was already different.

It took seventeen years for him to become famous in the world!

However, Yan Nanfei has only been practicing sword-drawing for a few months, and his left hand is not his best hand, but the sword-drawing movement is extremely smooth.

Murong Fu's black wood-like sword was still dripping blood slowly. Yan Nanfei's eyes slowly fell on Murong Fu, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said reluctantly: "What a sword..."

Looking at Fu Hongxue in front of him, Murong Fu continued.

Fu Hongxue remained silent. Dressed in black, his face became increasingly pale.

It turned out that Murong Fu's sword had been unsheathed.

Murong Fu said calmly: "But if you don't draw your sword, you will definitely die!"

Fu Hongxue did not answer.

It has to be said that Yan Nanfei is indeed a rare genius in the martial arts world.

Just like Fu Hongxue right now, there is a hint of pain in his eyes.

It turned out that his whole body seemed to have suddenly become stiff, because there was an obvious red spot on his Yintang.

Even though his right arm was cut off and he switched to his least good left hand in just a few months, he still developed an amazing sword-drawing technique.

Yan Nanfei is dead!

"You're late!"

Murong Fu looked at him and continued calmly: "You have been defeated once, are you sure you still won't draw your sword?"

Yan Nanfei's pupils shrank and he suddenly shouted. His left hand that was pressed on the hilt of the sword finally moved. There was a sudden flash of red light and the sword was unsheathed.

I saw a sword light flying diagonally, like a startling light and lightning, like a rainbow across the sky.

The bright red blood soon dyed the bamboo forest underfoot red.

Yan Nanfei said: "The sword can still kill people even if it is in the scabbard!"

Murong Fu asked: "With the sword in the scabbard, it can also kill people?"

He stepped out with his left foot first, then dragged his right leg into the bamboo forest.

But Fu Hongxue had practiced this simplest movement for seventeen years.

In his pale hand, he held a dark knife tightly.

Yan Nanfei sighed, an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "No need to draw the sword!"

"You should have noticed one thing. His sword-drawing technique cannot be mastered in one day. And who is he trying to study sword-drawing technique to deal with?"

Murong Fu said calmly, as if he regarded Fu Hongxue outside the bamboo forest as nothing.

The bright red sword light in Yan Nanfei's hand was like lightning and a flying rainbow, which was incredibly fast.

The next moment, his figure changed and he fell to the sky.

When Fu Hongxue outside the bamboo forest saw this scene, his face suddenly became paler, and it was obvious that he had understood something.

"Now that you know all this, do you still want to take action?"

Looking at Fu Hongxue in front of him, Murong Fu said slowly.

"Draw your sword!"

Fu Hongxue seemed to be gritting her teeth and said coldly.

"You want me to draw my sword?"

Murong Fu said.

"Draw your sword!"

Fu Hongxue said coldly.

"it is good!"

Understanding that Fu Hongxue in front of him was like a volcano about to erupt, and no one could stop him, Murong Fu nodded and agreed.

……

In the bamboo forest, two figures, one black and one white, faced each other in the distance.

They seemed to be the opposite of each other. They stared at each other closely, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressing again.

"Why haven't you drawn your sword yet?"

Staring at Murong Fu who was still standing there, Fu Hongxue said coldly.

Murong Fu said: "I may not be the fastest person in the world, but maybe there is only one person who is faster than me!"

Fu Hongxue remained silent.

Murong Fu said: "But the person who strikes faster than me is definitely not you!"

Fu Hongxue gritted her teeth and asked, "Who is it?"

He seemed to find this conversation somewhat familiar, as if he had communicated with someone like this many years ago.

Murong Fu rarely showed a look of reverence on his face, and he slowly said four words: "Xiao Li Feidao!"

Romantic Swordsman!

These four words themselves seem to have an indescribable magic power, enough to make people's blood rush and their breath stop.

"Perhaps the only person in the world who can force me to draw my sword in advance is Xiao Li Tanhua from the past!"

Staring at the pale Fu Hongxue in front of him, Murong Fu said slowly.

Fu Hongxue's face suddenly turned as pale as white paper again, and his right hand had already grasped the handle of the knife in his left hand.

Murong Fu said calmly: "But you are an exception. I know that your sword skills always strike later. Just because one strike is at the end of the attack, the strength is at its weakest. Your sword cut off the opponent's arm at this moment." lifeline."

Hearing this, Fu Hongxue's eyes suddenly showed a strange light.

Over the years, Murong Fu is still the first person who can reveal the true meaning of his swordsmanship in one sentence.

If it were another day, the two would definitely become friends.

But now a person who knows him well has become his opponent.

And how terrifying is an opponent who knows himself so well?

"So I want to try it... In fact, I have wanted to try your knife for a long time!"

Staring at Fu Hongxue, who was dressed in black, Murong Fu's tone gradually became more inexplicable.

"But please be careful. The sword technique I use next may have too many similarities with your sword technique. If you are careless, you may lose your life!"

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

The sword in Murong Fu's hand has been unsheathed.

Fu Hongxue only saw a flash of sword light, and then saw a sword light stabbing from the front like a sword.

He had never seen such a brilliant and swift sword light.

Suddenly, his entire body was shrouded in sword energy, a sword energy that could chill even one's bones. The edge of this sword seemed to be more terrifying than the swords of countless swordsmen he had encountered in his life. Even Yan Nanfei's sword was simply incomparable to his.

Almost no one in this world can resist this sword.

Fu Hongxue couldn't resist, not at all now.

His toes touched the ground and he began to retreat quickly.

But the sword light came after him like a thunderbolt.

No matter how fast he retreated, it was still not as fast as the sword strike. Finally he drew his sword.

Under the setting sun, a sword light that lit up like lightning seemed to streak across the sky.

If someone was watching the battle, they could vaguely see the flash of the sword, and then see the lightning-like sword light colliding with the lightning-like sword light.

No one can describe the brilliance and brilliance of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword. It is not just a sword, but a knife.

But the wrath of the God of Thunder, the strike of lightning!

The two figures retreated in one blow, each standing at their original positions in the bamboo forest.

Murong Fu's expression remained as usual, and the sword in his hand was still in his hand.

But not far away, Fu Hongxue's face turned even paler, and there was faint blood seeping out of his right hand holding the knife.

Not long ago, there seemed to be a strange sound in the bamboo forest, as if someone was eating broad beans.

Naturally, no one is eating broad beans in the bamboo forest. That is the sound of a knife edge collapsing!

The long black sword in Fu Hongxue's hand had been broken into two pieces, and the sword wound on his right hand was caused by this.

When masters compete, their respective weapons are naturally particularly important.

For example, Yan Nanfei's Rose Sword, Guo Songyang's Iron Sword, and Shangguan Jinhong's Dragon Phoenix Jinhong.

Of course, among them, there are also people who have become famous by killing enemies with ordinary weapons.

For example, Ah Fei's quick sword, or Fu Hongxue's magic sword.

The weapons of both of them are the most common weapons in the world, and it is they who give the weapons special magic.

But now Fu Hongxue met Murong Fu...

"What kind of swordsmanship is that of yours?"

Fu Hongxue ignored his right hand, which was still bleeding, and suddenly said coldly.

"The Flying Immortal from Heaven, I once had a friend who mastered the swordsmanship. His sword was formed before the move was made, and the spirit remained after the move was made, so that the hardness becomes the softest, and the unchanged becomes change. That's why I know how to do it. Said his sword skills are quite similar to yours!"

Looking at Fu Hongxue who looked even paler not far away, Murong Fu said slowly.

"Flying Fairy from the Sky..."

Fu Hongxue murmured to himself, his face now paler than white paper.

Looking at Fu Hongxue who was in a daze, Murong Fu had a special emotion in his eyes and spoke again.

"Your defeat today was definitely not due to lack of strength, but due to the use of weapons. When you recover from your injuries, we can fight again..."

However, before Murong Fu finished speaking, he had turned around and walked behind him. His walking posture still looked so strange and clumsy. He himself seemed like a tragedy.

Murong Fu stared at his back and suddenly said again: "You are not wrong. There is no need to blame yourself. The wrong people are those with ulterior motives!"

Fu Hongxue did not look back, and even seemed not to hear these words at all.

But when he walked in the bamboo forest, his steps were already a little disordered.

Although his walking posture was strange and awkward, he kept walking. He didn't fall down.

Seeing the hidden pain in Fu Hongxue's heart, Murong Fu could only shake his head gently.

This is a stubborn person, so stubborn that he is not even willing to share his pain with anyone!

But he is also a strong man!

……

The hut at the bottom of the mountain.

It was the place where he entrusted Du Qiqi to take care of Zhuo Yuzhen.

Fu Hongxue barely held up her body and appeared outside the hut.

However, it was eerily quiet inside the hut.

He suddenly closed his eyes, as if he had a premonition of something.

The sword shines like lightning.

His men seemed to be faster than the light of the sword.

He asked with a flash of the knife, he had already rushed into the hut, and the knife pierced the wooden door.

There was a scream from behind the door, and a man fell down with a long knife, but there was no chance to take action.

Fu Hongxue also knew this man before. His name was Zhuge Duan, he was about fifty years old, and he was a master who had been famous in the world for many years.

He was originally the heir to the mantle of "Luo Yidao" in Kansai. He had a cold and suspicious temperament and liked to kill people.

I just didn't expect that he would actually hide behind the door...

He never expected that a knife would penetrate his chest from the door panel.

He looked at Fu Hongxue in surprise, as if to say, "You're going to kill me like this?"

Fu Hongxue gave him a cold look, as if to say, "If you want to kill someone, you will be killed by someone else."

They didn't say these words, because Zhuge Duan didn't even say a word and his breathing stopped.

Fu Hongxue only glanced at him. When her eyes were looking at him, the blade of the knife had already turned towards another young man.

The young man drew his sword with his backhand and stabbed Fu Hongxue's soft ribs with the sword. His moves were light and swift, and he was obviously a fast sword in the martial arts.

But when his sword was still seven inches away from Fu Hongxue's side, Fu Hongxue's sword was already unsheathed.

The sword flashed, blood spattered, and a big head was cut in half.

The man fell and the knife was sheathed.

Fu Hongxue didn't even stop or even look at this person.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Yuzhen in the room suddenly loosened the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, fell to the ground and smashed into pieces. Her tears immediately fell down like pearls with broken threads.

But Du Shiqi looked at her with a strange expression in his eyes.

Fu Hongxue's face showed no expression at all, but he knew very well in his heart that after the battle in the bamboo forest just now, neither his mind nor his body could support him to continue fighting hard.

In that attack just now, he was not absolutely sure of success, but the trump card was almost already in the hands of others, so he had no choice but to take the risk and make the final desperate move.

"Fortunately you are here..."

Zhuo Yuzhen cried.

After getting rid of the enemies lurking in the house, Fu Hongxue still never let down her guard.

Just because if there is no one to lead the way, how will they find this place?

Fu Hongxue clenched her hands again.

Who was the person who betrayed him?

Hearing the sudden scream, Du Qiqi suddenly took action, twisted Zhuo Yuzhen's arm, hugged her person, and blocked him in front of him.

Fu Hongxue suddenly turned around: "Is it you?"

Du Shiqi looked at him, with a strange expression in his eyes, as if he wanted to speak but held back.

Fu Hongxue said, "You are a bloody man, how could you do such a thing?"

Du Shiqi seemed like he couldn't help but want to defend: "You..."

He only said one word, and his eyes suddenly bulged, and blood poured out from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and mouth at the same time.

It was Zhuo Yuzhen who suddenly made a move, and a sharp knife was inserted between his waist and ribs. The one-foot-long blade reached to the handle.

Until his death, he could not even say a single word to defend himself!

After Du Shiqi died, Zhuo Yuzhen suddenly turned around, hugged Fu Hongxue and shouted, "I killed someone... I killed someone."

To her, killing someone seemed more terrifying than being killed.

Fu Honglei also had this experience. The first time he killed someone, he even vomited out the bitter water.

He knows this feeling.

So he understood Zhuo Yuzhen's feelings very well.

He reached out and wanted to pat Zhuo Yuzhen on the shoulder, as if he wanted to comfort her.

Then Zhuo Yuzhen tapped seven of his acupuncture points heavily.

No one can imagine the change. Even if everyone in the world could think of it, Fu Hongxue would never think of it.

He looked at her in surprise. But his surprise was far less intense than his pain.

—When you treat someone wholeheartedly, and that person betrays you, who can imagine the pain?

But Zhuo Yuzhen smiled, softly and sweetly.

But when she smiled, tears fell from the corners of her eyes for no apparent reason, which looked extremely weird.

(End of this chapter)