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Chapter 272 Xiahou Family, Thirteen Deadly Swords!

Xia Houxing's face had become extremely ugly, and his hand gradually tightened the sword at his waist.

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

Xiahou Xing's sword has been unsheathed.

The lotus roots are broken and the silk is connected, and the sky is filled with stars and a thousand snake swords.

The sword in his hand is indeed a good sword, but also a strange sword.

He just shook his hand casually, and the long sword in his hand really seemed to turn into thousands of silver snakes and a sky full of stars.

In the blink of an eye, the sword seemed to suddenly turn into countless fragments, each fragment hitting the vital point.

Murong Fu's key.

But at the next moment, there was only a cry and Murong Fu's sword had been unsheathed.

The old coachman's body had shrunk into a ball with fear and was still shaking, but he still stayed firmly by Xia Houxing's side.

The old coachman sighed and said, "I'm afraid he has been dead for a long time!"

But suddenly, I heard a series of "ding-ding" sounds, like dense rain knocking on the window and beads falling on a jade plate.

"I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be much higher than I imagined."

The Thousand Snake Sword in Xia Houxing's hand mysteriously broke into thousands of pieces. At the same time, Xia Houxing's men were also shocked and flew out. They flew seven or eight feet away and fell on the top of his own carriage. superior.

Murong Fu said: "As far as I know, twenty years ago, the strongest master of the Xiahou family was not the current owner of the village, Xiahou Zhongshan."

Whenever the silver wire is tightened, the spring is activated and turns into a sword again.

Murong Fu: "Because I already know his whereabouts."

The Thousand Snake Sword in Xia Houxing's hand is indeed a strange sword. Anyone who encounters it for the first time will inevitably be in a hurry, but it also has weaknesses, such as the moment when the sword split into thousands of pieces.

Maybe this time she can escape from her misery.

The old coachman's eyes widened and he looked at this scene in surprise. The next moment he came to his senses and hurriedly took care of Xia Houxing.

The old coachman said unexpectedly: "How do you know?"

The old coachman said: "But..."

With a crisp sound of "ding".

Xia Houxing fell on the carriage and hadn't stood up yet, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Murong Fu just glanced at him and continued in a calm tone: "But Xiahou Feishan suddenly disappeared twenty years ago, and no one knows his whereabouts yet."

Murong Fu said calmly: "It's far away in the horizon, but it's close before your eyes!"

It turned out that at this moment, Murong Fu had already thrust out countless swords, and each of his swords struck a fragment of the Thousand Snake Sword.

However, there was only a "click" sound, and the thousands of broken swords suddenly closed together again, and then stabbed straight between his eyebrows.

In an instant, Xiahou Xing's Thousand Snake Sword softened and became like a long whip that had lost its luster, while Murong Fu's sword tip had already invisibly wrapped around the tip of the whip.

Murong Fu said: "Others may not understand what I said, but you should understand it!"

She smiled so sweetly.

Although Murong Fu's attack seemed to be a step too late, the sword light still firmly protected his whole body.

It turns out that this sword is equipped with a strange and special mechanical spring, which can be closed or separated. When it is closed, it is a sword, and when it is separated, it becomes thousands of hidden weapons, connected by a silver thread.

Murong Fu said calmly: "He alone is not my opponent!"

And Xue Keren was sighing, smiling and sighing. The sigh was fake, but the smile was real.

Murong Fu said: "It's his younger brother Xiahou Feishan."

But now it seems that her unintentional move has had a great effect.

When Murong Fu heard this, he shook his head and said, "Everyone in the world thought he was dead, but now I know he is not dead."

The long sword in Murong Fu's hand has been sheathed, but his eyes have moved from Xia Houxing to the old coachman beside him, and he immediately said: "If you had taken action just now, you might still be able to hold on to two more moves!"

The old coachman said: "Oh, where is his old man?"

Murong Fu said: "It seems you still don't want to understand."

Xue Keren originally saw that the other party had an extraordinary appearance and seemed to come from a famous family, so this was why he had a reason to delay.

Obviously, Murong Fu's words made him confused and surprised.

While he was talking, Murong Fu kept staring closely at the old coachman's eyes and said every word: "You are Xiahou Feishan!"

Thinking of this, her smile became even sweeter.

The old coachman said: "Who is it if it's not the old village owner?"

The old coachman's eyes widened, and his eyes seemed extremely confused.

The old coachman said: "Oh?"

The old coachman closed his mouth and looked at him with surprised eyes.

The sword in his hand has such a strange change that it is hard to guard against it.

Dusk is approaching and the wind is getting colder.

The cowering figure of the old coachman gradually straightened up, and a beam of light suddenly appeared in his old and tired eyes.

A divine light that only true masters can emit.

"It is said that twenty years ago, you had a battle with Yan Shisan's father..."

Looking closely at the old coachman in front of him, Murong Fu's next words even brought up a past event from that year.

The old coachman's hand suddenly tightened.

Murong Fu said: "You were defeated by the Yan family's Thirteen Deadly Swords in that battle, but I know that you must have studied the Thirteen Deadly Swords very thoroughly, because you have been looking for opportunities for the past twenty years. revenge!"

The old coachman sighed after hearing this and said, "But it's a pity that he died too early."

Murong Fu said: "No matter where Xue Keren escapes, he can never escape from Xia Houxing's hands. Of course it is also because of you."

The old coachman said: "Oh!"

Murong Fu said, "As far as I know, the flame eagle Xiahou Feishan's ability to hunt and search was something that few people in the world could match twenty years ago."

The old coachman heard this and said calmly: "It seems like you know a lot."

Murong Fu said: "Indeed there are quite a few!"

The old coachman's eyes suddenly shot out a cold light like a sword again, and said: "Then you should also know why I suddenly disappeared? Why did I have to become a slave and become Xiahou Xing's coachman after I disappeared?"

Murong Fu said calmly: "I don't need to know these things, and I don't want to know!"

He really doesn't need to know these things, because they are other people's secrets, other people's privacy. But it's not like he didn't know.

The fight between brothers, the affair between uncle and sister-in-law, a momentary misstep, and a hundred years of resentment.

This tragedy, which is common in the world, does not only happen to the Xiahou family. It's just that their brilliant reputation and glory are enough to dazzle the eyes of the world, preventing others from seeing these ugly and tragic things.

Even if they see it and know it, most people will pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Because the Xiahou family's family rules have always been strict, and their family rules are not only aimed at their own people, but are also occasionally used to eliminate talkative people in the world.

The old coachman was still looking at him with eyes that were no longer old and tired.

Murong Fu did not escape his gaze.

The two looked at each other.

After a long time, the old coachman suddenly said: "But you still know now."

Murong Fu said: "So?"

The old coachman said: "You must not leave!"

What he said was right. It was related to the Xiahou family's reputation in the martial arts world, and no one would let him go easily.

"But you alone can't keep me!"

Murong Fu stared at the old man in front of him and said calmly.

The old coachman's hand has been firmly grasped.

He didn't speak.

But sometimes the answer is already given without opening the mouth.

Xiahou Xing's Thousand Snake Sword is not only weird, but also has weird swordsmanship. Anyone who encounters the Thousand Snake Sword for the first time will inevitably be at a disadvantage.

But the person in front of him was unexpected. From the moment he took action, he seemed to have seen through the Thousand Snake Sword's ins and outs.

And Xia Houfei could also see that he was very fast in his attacks, and he struck first and then the last.

Faced with such a person and such an opponent, Xia Houxing had no chance to draw his sword.

But he waited until Xia Houxing took action before taking action to defeat Xia Houxing.

And all this only shows one thing. He just wanted to see Xia Houxing's sword skills, otherwise Xia Houxing would have no chance to take action.

……

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the atmosphere inevitably fell into silence.

Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Murong Fu slowly said: "Since you have been looking for opportunities to take revenge these years, you must be well aware of the Yan family's Thirteen Deadly Swords!
Apart from you, I'm afraid there is no other person in the world. "

The old coachman did not deny it. Murong Fu continued: "Just because you have thoroughly studied the Thirteen Life-Destroying Swords, you know that besides the Thirteen Swords, there is a Fourteenth Sword?"

The old coachman seemed to have understood something.

"Do you want to see the Yan family's thirteen deadly swords?"

The old coachman said coldly.

"Not bad!"

Murong Fu said.

"Okay, I'll satisfy you!"

The old coachman suddenly patted the carriage, and a long sword hidden under the wooden board was immediately held tightly by him.

The next moment, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, but the sword in his hand stabbed out lightly.

Just now, Xia Hou

It is not the kind of warm sunshine, but the scorching sun that shines with gold and stone, and the sunset is as red as blood.

Murong Fu clearly didn't notice Xia Houxing's strange and unpredictable swordsmanship just now.

But when Xiahou Feishan swung his sword, Murong Fu actually lost his voice and said, "Okay, good swordsmanship."

After these four words were spoken, Xiahou Feishan thrust out four more swords. Each sword seemed to have infinite changes, but there was no change at all. It seemed to be erratic, but in fact it was heavy, and it seemed to be light and agile, but in fact it was vicious.

Murong Fu did not draw his sword.

He's just watching.

Looking at the world, the only people who understand the Yan family's "Thirteen Life-Destroying Swords", apart from Yan Shisan who threw his sword and retired to seclusion, are probably the old man in front of him and Tie Kaicheng, the chief bodyguard of the "Red Flag Escort Bureau".

But there are probably no more than three people who know about the subsequent changes in the fourteenth sword of the "Thirteen Deadly Swords".

The old man in front of him was one of them. He was lucky enough to meet him today, and Murong Fu naturally didn't want to miss it.

However, even though Murong Fu did not draw his sword, the four swords did not hurt him at all.

This scene was very strange, and Xue Keren pursed his lips inadvertently.

Looking at the handsome man in white clothes in front of her, looking carefree and relaxed, she seemed to think of someone.

It was this person who made her unwilling to become Xia Houxing's wife!

It was this man that she always fell in love with.

When Xia Houxing in the carriage saw this scene, his face undoubtedly turned a little pale. Apparently he also thought of that person.

It's just that this person makes one person happy and another person sad at the moment.

Xiahou Feishan's expression looked normal, but he was equally shocked in his heart.

It was obvious that the sword could have pierced his chest, but it just brushed against his chest. It was obvious that the sword had pierced his throat, but it missed the mark.

The way and changes of each sword thrust seemed to have been expected by him.

Such a person and such an opponent made him think of someone inadvertently.

The third young master of "Excalibur Villa".

But perhaps because of thinking of him, Xiahou Feishan suddenly snorted coldly.

Then the next moment, Xiahou Feishan's sword power suddenly changed.

To be precise, it has slowed down, very slowly.

The sword was swung out without any boundaries and no rules. But this sword is like the Taoist dragon's eyes. Although empty, it is the hub of all transformations.

No matter how the opponent moves, as long as he moves, the sword below can kill him.

Murong Fu's clothes fluttered, but he still didn't move.

I saw this clumsy and slow sword stabbing slowly, and suddenly turned into a rain of flowers.

The sword flowers and sword rain all over the sky suddenly turned into a streak of flying rainbows.

The seven-color flying rainbow and the seven swords were colorful and ever-changing, but they were suddenly covered by dark clouds.

Murong Fu moved.

There was a hand exposed from his sleeve, two fingers to be precise.

At the same moment, Murong Fu also stretched out his two fingers and pinched it gently!
No one can describe the magic and speed of this clip. The power displayed by this clip has almost exceeded the limit of human potential.

The dark clouds dispersed and the flowers condensed in the rain.

The edge of Xiahou Feishan's sword was suddenly clamped firmly by Murong Fu's two fingers.

The old man's movements suddenly stopped, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. Apparently he did not expect that the thirteen deadly swords he used were actually blocked.

No, to be precise, it was firmly clamped between his two fingers.

When Xia Houxing, who was watching the battle on the side, saw this, he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat, raindrops falling down his face.

When Xue Keren saw this, his eyes were wandering, obviously immersed in his own memories.

Murong Fu said: "These are Yan Shisan's Thirteen Life-Destroying Swords."

Xiahou Feishan said: "Not bad!"

"I want to see the changes in the fourteenth sword!"

Murong Fu said.

Xiahou Feishan said: "Okay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression became solemn.

The fourteenth change of the Yan family's "Thirteen Death-Destroying Swords" was something that even Yan Shisan's father had never noticed, but he saw it.

In the past twenty years, he had painstakingly meditated and finally made this fourteenth change appear.

But it's a pity that the old rival of the past is dead!
Not only is the old rival dead!
The world-famous third young master of "Excalibur Villa" also died. At this time, the joy in his heart instantly disappeared.

Even if he reproduces this fourteenth change, as a swordsman, having no opponent is the saddest thing.

But now... something unexpected happened.

Murong Fu let go and he stepped back.

The two seemed to be still confronting each other, but at the next moment, the sword in his hand had been swung out.

Like the setting sun, like the scorching sun, like the rainbow, like dark clouds, like movement and stillness, like emptiness and reality, like being on the left and yet on the right, like being in front and yet behind, like being fast and slow, like being empty and being real.

This sword seems to be illusory and real, but it gives people an unavoidable illusion.

Seeing Xiahou Feishan use this sword, Xue Keren and Xiahou Xing's clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Facing this sword, the two of them were completely unable to break it, parry it, meet it, or dodge it.

This is the fourteenth sword!
This is not a swordsmanship that exists in the world!

It shouldn't be!
Facing this sword, no one has time to retreat or dodge, they can only close their eyes and wait for death!
But Murong Fu was different. He just stretched out his hand and pinched it with two fingers!
No one can describe the speed of Murong Fu's two fingers. His movements clearly didn't seem to be fast, in fact, they were even slower.

But the long sword in Xiahou Feishan's hand seemed to be handed over automatically. It was so bizarre, but it was still caught between his two fingers.

After a long time, Murong Fu sighed: "What a pity!"

Xiahou Feishan also sighed: "It is indeed a pity!" "

The two of them seemed to be asking and answering questions in a riddle, but in fact they explained one thing.

After all, Xiahou Feishan is not Yan Shisan, and he is far inferior to Yan Shisan, let alone the unparalleled third young master.

Even though he reproduced the fourteenth variation of the Yan family's "Thirteen Deadly Swords" in his hands, it still lacked a bit of flavor.

Besides, behind this fourteenth sword, there is also a fifteenth sword.

Xiahou Feishan also seemed to be vaguely aware that the fourteenth sword was not the final change of the "Thirteen Swords of Many Lives", but with his qualifications, he could spend twenty years of effort, so it was his own talent to evolve the fourteenth sword. The limit.

What's more, he is now nearly 70 years old, and there is not much time left!

"I lost!"

Xiahou Feishan sighed.

His already old face seemed to have a lot of wrinkles the moment he said these words.

He continued slowly: "The Xiahou family has been completely defeated today. You might as well take away any of the Xiahou family members."

He was ready to ask Murong Fu to take Xue Keren away.

He no longer wants this kind of wife.

Murong Fu said calmly: "I don't need it."

As soon as he finished speaking, his people had already left.

Xiahou Feishan stared at Murong Fu's retreating back, and suddenly said loudly: "Even if you want the top of my head, I can give it to you!"

For some people, death is not scary at all!
The terrible thing is losing!
Xiahou Feishan's thoughts were even more desperate. He knew that he would never have the chance to take revenge in this life.

Not just him, even his son!
In fact, what he is really sad about may not be the battle of the past, nor may it be today's failure.

But he finally discovered that not only himself, but even his son was always inferior to the young man in front of him.

(End of this chapter)