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Chapter 277 Jiangnan Murong, Mao Daqiu Er!
I saw a person standing far away opposite. He was wearing a Taoist costume and had a long body. The corners of his eyes were raised on his pale face, with an indescribable arrogance. Two thick eyebrows that were almost connected together seemed to Full of hatred.

This young Taoist was Qiu Er, who was inseparable from Mr. Mao Da. According to legend, the two of them joined forces and struck a sword, bringing peace and harmony to the world.

Qiu Er was looking at Murong Fu.

To be precise, I was looking at Murong Fu's hands. Murong Fu's fingernails were very short and dry.

He stared at Murong Fu's hand and suddenly said: "You also use a sword?"

"I use a sword too!"

Murong Fu nodded.

Although he is not a sincere swordsman like Ximen Chuixue, he does use a sword.

Qiu Er said coldly: "Then why don't you draw your sword?"

Murong Fu's eyes moved and he said coldly: "You want me to draw my sword?"

Murong Fu said: "Look, he is about sixty years old!"

It's Murong Fu.

So the big boss already has confidence in this person.

The big boss looked at Mr. Mao Da, who was laughing more than crying, and then looked at Murong Fu, and thought to himself, could I have guessed wrong?
Murong Fu said calmly: "But let me tell you, he is only three years older than the third young master of Shenjian Villa!"

Mei Ziyi's "Three Wind and Snow Thorns" attack, he actually counterattacked with the same move.

It's hard for him to be proud, but he has his own reasons.

The big boss said: "But how many people managed to escape alive under Mr. Qiu Er's sword?"

The big boss may not have great martial arts skills, but his eyesight is outstanding. Seeing that Mr. Qiu Er was at a disadvantage, he immediately used words to make him confident again.

Mr. Mao Da suddenly laughed.

Not only is his swordsmanship strange and spicy, his reaction speed is even more incredible.

Murong Fu raised his eyelids and glanced at the white-haired Mao Da on the left side in front of him and said calmly: "There is nothing in this world that I don't know!"

Seeing that Mr. Qiu Er's momentum seemed to be at a disadvantage, the big boss said at the right time: "The person who can be called a swordsman by Mr. Qiu Er must be a master of swordsmanship."

Only then did Qiu Er realize that the energy and energy in the person in front of him seemed to be gathering in an instant, and he was on the verge of breaking out.

He used this trick when he killed Mei Ziyi.

Someone under the big boss witnessed their battle with his own eyes. According to his report when he came back: "When Mr. Qiu Er thrust out his sword, no one among the more than forty martial arts masters present could see what he was doing." The one who took action only saw a flash of sword light, and the blood had stained Hui Ziyi's clothes."

Even if Mao Yiyun doesn't take action, he can at least distract his opponent.

In the past six months, he has traveled all over the south of the Yangtze River. With a long sword in his hand, he has defeated seven of the top ten swordsmen in the south of the Yangtze River. No one of these seven has been able to survive thirty moves under his sword.

It was as if he had never heard anything more ridiculous than this, but his laughter didn't even sound like he was smiling at all. He even sounded a bit like crying.

But when Mei Ziyi's sword was still three inches away from his throat, his sword had already come first, piercing Mei Ziyi's throat.

The outcome of this battle is almost a foregone conclusion.

Xie Xiaofeng is destined to be a prodigal son, and he is destined to be unable to stay with a woman for a long time.

Qiu Er suddenly fell silent.

Each of the seven great swordsmen who died under his sword had a fatal move, especially the "Three Wind and Thunder Thorns" of Mei Ziyi, the "Lightning Wind Chasing Sword", which was a rare stunt in the world.

Someone is sighing.

What's more, once he takes action, Mao Yiyun, the only disciple of the Murong family in Jiangnan with a foreign surname, will echo with him.

Although the big boss didn't speak, everyone knew that he wanted to say something.

Mr. Mao Da said: "For example..."

Murong Fu said: "Do you know how old he is?"

Mr. Qiu Er said proudly: "Not much."

At the same time, Mr. Mao Da suddenly said: "Do you know what happened back then?"

So why does he age so quickly?
Murong Fu said: "Perhaps it is betrayal between friends, betrayal by a loved one, a momentary mistake in anger, or a hundred years of regret."

"I also know that you have done an unforgivable thing in your life..."

Facing such an opponent, he was not sure of victory at the moment.

The big boss looked at Mr. Mao Da in front of him in surprise. No one could tell that this man was only thirty-five this year...

Mr. Qiu Er said: "Absolutely."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Mao Da clenched his fists and his body seemed to be trembling.

A person's swordsmanship can be called "Lightning Chasing the Wind", and one can imagine how fast his attacks are.

The big boss was a little hesitant when he heard the words. He saw that Mr. Mao Da had pale hair and wrinkles on his face. Although he wanted to say a few years younger, he couldn't say too little.

Mr. Mao Da is not only the only direct outer disciple of the Murong family in Jiangnan, he is also the fiancé of Murong Qiudi, the eldest daughter of the Murong family.

But on the night of his wedding, the third young master of Shenjian Villa eloped with his unmarried wife, and half a month later, the third young master of Shenjian Villa dumped her again.

The big boss said: "Even if Mr. Mao Da is really sixty years old, he looks like he is only fifty-three-four."

Looking at Mr. Mao Da who was in pain, Murong Fu continued.

"I heard that 'Jiangnan Hero' Murong Zheng has been suffering from old illnesses for many years and has not been seen in the world for nearly ten years. Was it someone who instigated you to seriously injure this Jiangnan Hero?"

What Murong Fu said next shocked everyone present.

Murong Zheng, the "hero of Jiangnan", has always been selfless and selfless, so he has always been highly respected in the world. But who can instruct Mr. Mao Da, a direct disciple of the Murong family?
"Shut up!"

Although Mr. Mao Da's expression was extremely painful, he already held a sword tightly in his right hand.

Looking at Mr. Mao Da who was suffering from inner pain in front of him, Murong Fu's eyes showed no sympathy. Instead, he said calmly: "I said all this just to prove one thing!"

After saying this, Murong Fu looked around and continued: "The reputation of Jiangnan Qixingtang does not need me to tarnish it at all!
And among all the countries in the world, for thousands of years, there is only one Murong family in the south of the Yangtze River, and that is the Murong family in Gusu, not the so-called Qixingtang in the south of the Yangtze River! "

As soon as Murong Fu said these words, Mr. Mao Da's eyes suddenly became filled with murderous intent.

"No one can insult the reputation of the Murong family!"

Mr. Mao Da said every word.

The next moment, the sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the light of the sword was flying through the air like lightning. The three-foot-seven-inch long sword had already entered the empty door.

The sword light flashed and reached Murong Fu's throat.

Jian Guang only needs to move forward one more inch to use Murong Fu's blood to wash away the offense that insulted the reputation of the Murong family.

Although his sword was struck out of anger, it was absolutely accurate and deadly.

Drawing the sword and taking action, he had calculated every step accurately.

Looking around the world, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to avoid this sword!
Because no one can shoot faster and more accurately than him.

Maybe it's not absolutely no one, maybe there is one person. But since that man died violently at Shenjian Villa, and Yan Shisan has carved his boat and sunk his sword, who among the swordsmen in the world can compare to Mr. Mao Da?
In the eyes of the world, it would only be a matter of time before Mr. Mao Da wants the Xie family's golden signboard of "The Best Sword in the World"!

At least that's what the big boss thinks.

Soon there was only a cry, and Murong Fu's sword was unsheathed.

Everyone saw a flash of black light, followed by a crisp "ding" sound and sparks splashing. The black light had already met Mr. Mao Da's sword. It was not the edge of the sword, but the sharp sword.

No one can meet the point of the sword that strikes like lightning at this moment.

But Murong Fu did it, and even Mr. Mao Da did not expect this move!

The tip of Murong Fu's sword shook, and Mr. Mao Da immediately felt a strange vibration transmitted from the sword body to his hand, his arm, and his shoulder.

His face instantly turned pale, as if he had never felt such a change before, and his face suddenly lost all color.

This force was so strange that he even lost the strength to fight back in the end.

But he did not despair, because he still had a friend waiting for him.

Qiu Er did not disappoint Mr. Mao Da. The sword on his back had been unsheathed, and in an instant his sword had reached the back of Murong Fu's neck.

The sword energy is so cold, like the everlasting ice and snow on the top of a distant mountain. You don't need to touch it to feel the needle-like chill, chilling your blood and bone marrow.

Swords are inherently cold, but only a sword held by a truly skilled hand can emit such a cold sword energy.

The sword flew forward and stopped suddenly. It was less than an inch away from the vital point on the back of Murong Fu's neck.

Seeing this scene, the big boss couldn't help but let out a long breath, just waiting for Mr. Qiu Er to stab with his sword.

However, Mr. Qiu Er's eyes were fixed on the vital point on the back of Murong Fu's neck, and there were strange expressions in his eyes, which seemed to be full of viciousness and incredulity.

Why didn't he thrust his sword out? What is he waiting for?
The big boss couldn't help but urge: "Mr. Qiu Er, please take action quickly!"

But Qiu Er's hand seemed to have taken root, and his sword still stopped within an inch of the vital point of Murong Fu's neck.

"It's not that he doesn't want to take action, it's just that he can't do it!"

Murong Fu turned his back to Mr. Qiu Er, but his voice was extremely calm when he spoke.

At this moment, the big boss seemed to realize that Mr. Qiu Er's forehead was already covered with sweat. The veins in his right hand holding the sword had already popped out, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength.

But the sword in his hand still stopped within an inch of the vital point of Murong Fu's neck, as if there was a soft barrier that was invisible to the naked eye.

As if Mr. Qiu Er had encountered great humiliation, he suddenly looked up to the sky and roared angrily. The sword in his hand suddenly became brighter, and the next moment his aura seemed to be unstoppable.

With a crisp sound of "wave", his sword seemed to have pierced through all the obstacles in front of him, and the sword light came directly towards the vital point of Murong Fu's neck.

But everyone only heard Murong Fu let out a deep sigh, and saw that he strangely avoided the sword thrust from behind.

Before everyone could be surprised, they saw another incredible scene. With a "puff", Mr. Qiu Er's sword unexpectedly penetrated Mr. Zhongmao Da's chest.

Qiu Er's face suddenly turned pale. Only then did everyone see the tip of the sword protruding from his back, and blood was shot out in one step.

When the big boss saw this scene, his face undoubtedly turned pale.

Obviously he has never encountered this ending. After all, there were rumors in the world that once Mao Da and Qiu Er join forces to unleash that 'earth-shattering' sword, no one in the world will be able to defeat them.

But now...

"you……"

No one present could clearly see the scene that had just happened, but Mr. Mao Da could barely see it clearly, and he could barely capture the last scene in his eyes.

Just when Qiu Er's sword was about to hit the opponent, the figure in front of him used his sleeves to pull Qiu Er's sword towards him.

“Have you ever heard of the idea of ​​repaying another in return?”

Seeing the confusion in Mr. Mao Da's eyes before he died, Murong Fu said calmly.

"It turns out...you...are"

When Mr. Mao Da heard this, he seemed to have thought of something. Before he died, his eyes couldn't help but brighten, but soon dimmed again.

he died!
No matter how famous you are during your lifetime, once you die, you will become worthless!
"You guys aren't coming out yet?"

Seeing Mr. Mao Da and Mr. Qiu Er fall in an instant, the big boss had no time to be surprised when he heard Murong Fu suddenly look out of the hall and say suddenly.

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from your Majesty!"

With the sound of "Du", someone sighed softly, and it turned out that he was already outside the door.

Then there was another "click" sound, and the man outside the door had already arrived in the house. The left sleeve was empty and tied to the belt. His right leg had been cut off at the knee, with a wooden foot and a wooden foot above his left eye. A scar hung diagonally from his forehead, reaching as deep as his bones. He was actually a cripple with one arm, one eye, and one foot.

A cripple like this must have looked ugly and vicious, but this person was an exception.

Not only is he neatly groomed and gorgeously dressed, he is also a very charming man. Even the scar on his face seems to have a certain charm.

There is also a sword in his hand.

Looking at this man, a hint of joy suddenly appeared in the big boss's eyes.

Because a person like him who only has one eye, one hand, and one leg can use two swords, so naturally he is the only one.

He is Shan Yifei, the "Swallow Flying Together" ranked third among the top ten famous swords in Jiangnan.

Soon another person appeared. Not only was his body as light as a fallen leaf, but his face was as dry and fleshless as a dead leaf. There was a three-foot-long dead bamboo stuck in his belt. The whole person looked like a dead bamboo. .

He is Liu Kuzhu, and the Kuzhu sword in his hand is also a famous sword in Jiangnan. Among the ten swords in Jiangnan, seven people have been destroyed by Qiu Er's sword.

Then two more people appeared in the hall, one of them was a fat man with a big smile, and the other was an old monk in shabby clothes, with a stooped back and a sick face.

The identities of the two of them are not simple either. One is a well-known and wealthy immortal soul searcher who can turn stones into gold and life into death. The other monk's identity is extremely mysterious. He seems to be from Shaolin. Judging from his age, it seems that The seniority is similar to that of the three great monks of Shaolin Temple.

"Since you are here, why didn't you just take action together?"

Seeing the four people appearing, Murong Fu said coldly.

"Because we don't dare!"

The old monk said sadly.

"Don't you dare?"

Murong Fu smiled.

"Looking around the world, who would dare to take action against Mr. Murong, who was famous all over the world seventy years ago?"

After saying this, the old monk clasped his hands together and said with sorrow in his eyes.

"Those who see Tianzun do know a lot of things!"

Seeing that the old monk recognized him, Murong Fu was not surprised and said.

"I know your origins and your reasons for coming, but he is useful to me!"

After saying this, Murong Fu pointed at the pale boss beside him and said slowly.

(End of this chapter)