Stunning Edge: Niu X Princess

Chapter 91: Master Ruthless?

"Hmph!" Hua Yueling wiped her face with her sleeve, wrinkled her face, and her back was so painful.

Raise the phoenix eye, scan the surroundings, kick away the unrepentant Lu, and see that there are still two dead people, but according to the conversation between the two just now, five people should have died, where did the other three die?

Hua Yueling didn't dare to 'chaotic' walk around, and was anxious for Mo Wushuang. Hearing what they said, this Ximenyu should have come prepared, knowing that Mo Wushuang was not in the building, first broke the mechanism, and then wanted to reverse the mechanism.

Hua Yueling walked to the door of the inner room just now, and brought an oil lamp over to illuminate it. She was startled when she saw that there was nothing in the empty room. There were various weapons hanging on the wall, but opposite was a closed door. Hua Yueling guessed that Mo Wushuang had already entered the opposite door, and she had the urge to take a look, but when she saw the grid on the ground, she had lingering fears and could only wait anxiously.

After Mo Wushuang pulled Hua Yueling up, he directly pressed a button on the wall to enter the door. He knew that Ximen Yu had already entered, so he didn't dare to be careless. Ximen Yu was not only proficient in mechanism skills, but also outstanding in martial arts. Jing Yu's sword is an ancient magic weapon, and it has always been in his collection target.

There is another empty room in the middle, and Mo Wushuang enters again. After opening an iron door, there is a bigger dark room. The floor will attract arrow rain from the walls, and only the stone piers protruding from the two walls are the real safe spots.

Mo Wushuang was standing on the stone pier in the east at the moment, and he saw Ximenyu standing on the stone pier in the west, with his arms crossed, looking at him and smiling.

"Young Master Wushuang's hidden military storehouse is really amazing, let Ximen see it!" Ximenyu looked at the wall directly in front of him, under the faint oil lamp, strange and weird weapons were lined up neatly, each There is a small wooden sign under the document with the name written on it.

"Excellent, Mr. Ximen must not only come to kill Wushuang?" Mo Wushuang sneered.

"Hahaha, Ximen just wants to see how magnificent the rumored most valuable armory in the world is. Where does Ximen's Jing Yu rank?" Ximen laughed loudly.

"Young Master Wuqing, why don't you look over there." Mo Wushuang stretched out his arm straight, pointing to the left.

"Oh? Is that empty seat where I put Jing Yu?" Ximen Yu's expression changed immediately when he saw the two small characters on the wooden sign.

"It's good to know! Since it's delivered to your door, Wushuang won't be too polite." Mo Wushuang sneered and pressed his palm back.

The stone tablet under Ximenyu's feet immediately shrank back, which surprised Ximenyu.

"It's such an ingenious mechanism, it doesn't give you any way out!" Ximen Yu was still smiling, and under Mo Wushuang's gaze, a wire suddenly flew out from his sleeve, with an iron hook at the end, pointing directly to the top of his head. Shoot 'out.

When Mo Wushuang jumped forward along the wire to the weapon platform, the silver whip was swept out with strong wind, and the figure moved and fell to the ground. He had already closed the mechanism of the rain of arrows, and he even locked the door outside. , which looks like a fighting arena.

"Hahaha, so it turns out that this is Wu Xin, who ranks third in the sword manual according to the rumors. This one, this one is boundless?" Ximen Yu turned over and dodged Mo Wushuang's blow, standing in front of the weapon platform with green eyes up.

"That's right, Mr. Ruthless is also very knowledgeable about weapons." Mo Wushuang admired him a little bit, but he must be particular about swords when he wears Jing Yu.

"Why do you have so many good swords, but don't wear one yourself?" Ximenyu asked curiously.

"The sword is a murderous thing. It is too murderous. Wushuang doesn't like to kill." Mo Wushuang explained well.

"You can be regarded as a weirdo!" Ximenyu turned to look at Mo Wushuang, that floating figure made Ximenyu suddenly feel that she had an urge to worship, and she was shocked in her heart and stabilized her mind.

"Master Wuqing finished reading? Can you answer Wushuang's question?" Mo Wushuang asked calmly.

"Excuse me." Ximenyu looked back again at a handful of magical soldiers, which were rare in a century, full of envy.

"Who ordered Canglong to kill Wushuang?" Mo Wushuang wanted to know who he had offended.

"Young Master Wushuang, don't worry. The Canglong regiment sent four people this time, and the target is also four people. You are just one of them. As for who? I'm afraid I have to ask the boss of Canglong." After Ximenyu finished speaking, she turned to Mo Mo again. Wushuang, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Target four people? Which four people?" Mo Wushuang's face finally changed.

"I'll tell you after I pass my sword!" After Ximenyu finished speaking, the startled feathers came out of their sheaths, and a burst of silvery cold light immediately poured out, making Mo Wushuang's crescent-like eyes shine brilliantly.

The thin lips slightly evoked an imperceptible sneer, and when Ximenyu rushed towards him with his sword in hand, he made a big move, and the white figure had switched with Ximenyu, standing in front of the weapon platform.

Stretching five fingers, the Wu Xin Sword fell into his palm, and as soon as it was unsheathed, a dragon groaned, cold air burst out, and murderous aura overflowed immediately, Mo Wushuang's handsome face was distorted in an instant, and Mo Wushuang seemed to be transformed when he took the sword. Now, true energy poured into the blade of the sword, and his black hair flew up, standing like a god of death, with a terrifying aura.

"Wu Xin is not insulting you to Jing Yu!" The corner of Mo Wushuang's mouth hooked evilly. At this time, his person seemed to be integrated with this Wu Xin sword, with a sharp edge.

"It's really an honor for Ximen to see Mr. Wushuang use a sword." Ximenyu was secretly startled, but his expression was still confident.

"I never use a sword lightly, and those who have really seen Wushuang use a sword are no longer in this world." Although Mo Wushuang had used Wujian before, it was not his real sword, nor did he exert the power of Wujian, not because he didn't want to. The real use is that he is used to not using the sword when there are many people. The opponents who are worthy of his sword are already dead, so he said so.

After the gloomy words fell, the body of Wu Xin's sword flashed a pale green light, and the powerful aura immediately changed Ximen Yu's face.

"Dang!" The two swords collided, emitting dazzling sparks but shrouded in icy cold air.

"This is Wushuang in the world?" Ximen Yu's blue eyes were covered with bloodshot red eyes, and the hand holding the sword trembled faintly.

The distance between the two faces was only one foot, and the two swords crossed fiercely. Mo Wushuang's handsome face was covered with a layer of greenness, which was more frightening than Ximen Yu's eyes.

"Sure enough!" Mo Wushuang curled his mouth coldly, Ximenyu retreated immediately, Mo Wushuang followed like a ghost, sparks sparked between shoes and the ground.

"Dang, clang, clang!" With three quick blows, Ximen Yu had already retreated to the end, while Mo Wushuang stood three feet away from him, Wu Xin's sword pointed only at the center of Ximen Yu's eyebrows, and a drop of blood slowly dripped down from it .

At this moment, Ximenyu's face was filled with only panic. The legendary master of the Tianjiu Pavilion loves weapons, is mysterious, powerful in martial arts, and unparalleled in the world.Few people know that Tianxia Wushuang actually refers to Mo Wushuang's swordsmanship, and they think that is his name. Ximenyu has always had a strong curiosity about Mo Wushuang, and he has found out about Mo Wushuang's deeds everywhere, but he only knows very little. What he knew was that the famous weapons that Mo Wushuang wanted to collect would slowly come into his hands. The original owner might die or disappear, no one knew, but today he really saw it, Tianxia Wushuang really is Tianxia Wushuang!

"Can you answer the question?" Mo Wushuang raised his eyebrows, his eyes were cold, as long as his sword moved, Ximen Yu would only die. On the startling feather in his hand, blood dripped down on the ground along the edge of the sword. The smell of blood is pungent.

However, Ximenyu is the top figure in Jianghu after all, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he said: "Ximen has opened his eyes today, but you are afraid of women outside?"

Mo Wushuang's star eyes narrowed slowly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more evil.

"You know me very well, but it's a pity that you don't know my woman too well." After Mo Wushuang finished speaking, the sword moved again, and Ximenyu noticed Mo Wushuang's weak breath. The blood hole, the startling feather sword fell to the ground, but people dodged this fatal blow.

Mo Wushuang looked at the falling Jing Yu, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider. He was not worried about Hua Yueling at all, because he believed that she was capable enough to deal with the enemy.

Ximenyu quickly sealed the 'acupoint' of her wound, and a dark thing appeared in the other hand with a trembling voice, "Young Master Wushuang, if you don't want your place to become ruins, you'd better put away your sword." Mo Wushuang was no stranger to Ximenyu's hand, it was the grenade that Mo Wushuang wanted to detect before, but it was twice as big as those people used before.

Mo Wushuang narrowed his eyes again, staring at Ximenyu's proud eyes.

"Is this something from your Ximen family?" Mo Wushuang's voice returned to calm.

"Of course not. Boss Canglong gave it to the four of us, one for each of us. I didn't expect mine to be the first one to be used up." Ximenyu smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Leave this object and Jing Yu, and spare you tonight." It is rare for Mo Wushuang to let people go at such a time, after all, no one knows his real other side.

"Master Wushuang, you think too much of yourself. This thing can not only kill you, but also destroy everything in your place. Shouldn't you be more polite to me?" Although Ximenyu was injured, her arrogance remained undiminished. .

"Do you think you can escape death by using this thing?" Mo Wushuang's mouth slanted.

Ximenyu suddenly lost his voice. Yes, he can throw this grenade, but he must die. This is tantamount to dying together, and this is not what he wants.

"Deal!" Ximen Yuqing looked at his weapon on the ground with faint eyes, and could only sigh in his heart, but he believed that as long as he could survive tonight, he would definitely get it back, because he underestimated this hidden weapon. man.

Mo Wushuang floated back, and at the same time rolled up the silver whip, rolled up the frightened feather and threw it, and landed steadily on the place prepared for it. At the same time, the Wu Xin sword also returned to its place.

The iron gate at the back opened slowly, Ximenyu stepped back carefully, and Mo Wushuang followed with a sneer.

Hua Yueling outside heard the voice inside and immediately shouted: "Wu Shuang, is that you?"

"Ling'er, stay away, Mr. Ximen has come out." Mo Wushuang's voice returned to gentle and elegant.

Ximen Yu glanced at Mo Wushuang, with an evil smile on his mouth, "I never thought that Mr. Wushuang found a confidante, congratulations, let this be a gift." As he said, he threw the grenade at Mo Wushuang, and he kept his word The fuse was not pulled.

Mo Wushuang caught it easily, and said with bright eyes, "Thank you." After speaking, he stopped.

Ximenyu's whole body was shot out like an arrow, Hua Yueling only felt a pair of blue eyes blowing towards her, a gust of cool wind blowing on her face, Ximenyu had disappeared.

"Wushuang, are you alright?" Hua Yueling turned to look at Mo Wushuang who came out, her face turned pale when she saw the black object in his hand.