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Jing Wuming nodded, but shook his head and said.

"Oh?"

Feng Wuhen smiled, his curiosity was aroused.

"I know that many people have approached you before, but not only did they fail, but many people died at your hands, so you probably wouldn't agree to go with me to the money gang to meet the Shangguan gang leader."

"But no matter what, I still have to come here, it's for the public."

Jing Wuming looked at Feng Wuhen and said seriously.

"So you still have selfishness?"

Feng Wuhen asked with interest.

"I heard that your sword is very fast!"

As Jing Wuming spoke, he looked at the Yitian sword in Feng Wuhen's hand that was randomly stuck on the shaft of the chariot.

Hearing Jing Wuming's words, Feng Wuhen already knew it.

He is here to compare swords!

For a swordsman, pursuing the pinnacle of kendo is a lifetime wish.

Chapter 30

Among the forests.

on the trail.

"You'd better not make a move."

Feng Wuhen stood on the shaft of the car, looked at Jing Wuming and said calmly.

This is his advice.

Master fights, life and death are only in an instant.

He had a good impression of Jing Wuming.

"Some people say that your sword is more ruthless than the sword of Ximen Chuuxue, the sword god of Fengwu Prefecture, and some people say that your sword is even faster than Xiao Li Feidao's. I am very curious and want to see it with my own eyes."

Jing Wuming looked at Feng Wuhen, and said stubbornly, there seemed to be a trace of longing that should not have appeared in those calm eyes.

"I don't want to kill you."

Feng Wuhen shook his head and said.

"Being able to compete with you, life and death have no complaints!"

Jing Wuming said loudly, as if he had already made up his mind.

"Since this is the case, let's make a move. The sword has no eyes, so you can do it yourself!"

Feng Wuhen shook his head and said lightly.

He knew that he couldn't persuade him no matter what today, and Jing Wuming had already made up his mind.

As the voice fell, a bleak chill suddenly appeared in the mountains and forests, as if thousands of swords were fired in an instant, and crazily began to wreak havoc among the mountains and forests!

That is sword intent!

They are all rare masters in the way of swordsmanship. People follow swords, swords are like people, and sword intent has been integrated into breath and breath!

Immediately afterwards, Jing Wuming had already unleashed his sword!

He must act first!We can only make the first move!

Because of Feng Wuhen's sword, once the opponent loses the initiative, he will only lose!

His sword is fast!Fast as lightning!Like a ray of shock, accompanied by a cold light, it has arrived in front of Feng Wuhen in an instant!

With a sound of sword sound, it exploded like thunder!Echoing in the mountains and forests!

Feng Wuhen has drawn his sword!

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of metal and iron clanging, short and fast, and then everything returned to calm again!

I saw that the two of them stopped all their actions!

Jing Wuming's sword was originally intended to stab Feng Wuhen's chest, but at this time it had deviated from the original trajectory and passed Feng Wuhen!

And Feng Wuhen's sword had already touched Jing Wuming's throat, and he was only a hair's breadth away from death!

Victory and defeat!

Jing Wuming was defeated!

He couldn't even make a move under Feng Wuhen's sword!

"Feng Wuhen is worthy of being Feng Wuhen!"

Jing Wuming looked at Jianfeng who was close at hand, and said with a wry smile, the calmness in those dead gray eyes was finally no longer calm, a drop of cold sweat dripped down his ears, and his entire back was completely numb. drenched!

"Jing Wuming deserves to be Jing Wuming."

Feng Wuhen looked at Jing Wuming with a complicated expression, and said lightly.

Jing Wuming's sword is indeed very fast, if he hadn't had a system around him, the result might have been different.

"In the sword just now, not only the shadow of the Thirteen Swords of Wudang Shenmen, but also the shadow of the Emei swordsmanship, and even the Liangyi swordsmanship of the Kongtong school, and the swordsmanship of the Songshan school! I lost completely, but there is no one left. Sorry, let's do it!"

Jing Wuming sighed and said slowly.

In any case, he could never imagine that Feng Wuhen could fuse so many sword techniques together, and use a sword that swallows mountains and rivers with anger!

But just as Jing Wuming's words fell, Feng Wuhen suddenly withdrew his sword.

He never thought of killing Jing Wuming.

Jing Wuming was stunned, looking at Feng Wuhen in disbelief,

"why?"

Jing Wuming asked blankly.

He thought he was going to die today.

"There is no reason, I don't want to kill people today, you can go."

Feng Wuhen looked at Jing Wuming and said calmly.

Jing Wuming frowned, feeling a bit of shame, for some reason, now he is more ashamed than when he lost just now.

"If you had used your right hand just now, maybe you wouldn't have lost so quickly."

Feng Wuhen looked at the somewhat desperate Jing Wuming, and said calmly.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Jing Wuming, who was originally struggling, suddenly changed his face, and looked at Feng Wuhen in disbelief.

In fact, although he has always held a sword in his left hand, in the eyes of everyone, he is a left-handed person who uses his left hand no matter what he does, but in fact he is hiding his right hand!

His right hand sword is faster!More ruthless!

He didn't expect that Feng Wuhen not only defeated him, but also saw through everything about him at a glance!

"I lost, I am convinced."

Jing Wuming put away his sword, and saluted Feng Wuhen respectfully as he spoke.

"The waters of the Qiang Gang are too deep, so please do it yourself."

Feng Wuhen looked at Jing Wuming and said meaningfully.

Too many words, he can't say too much, just hope that Jing Wuming can understand the meaning of his words.

"Farewell."

Jing Wuming no longer hesitated, said something softly, turned and left, and gradually disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Feng Wuhen looked at Jing Wuming's back, didn't hold back, and didn't say anything.

After stopping for a while, Feng Wuhen touched the empty flagon at his waist, pursed his lips, and quickly returned to the carriage, patted the horse's buttocks lightly, and continued on his way.

The wind was still blowing, and the rustling sound of vegetation continued to echo on the mountain road.

...

Huajiang Prefecture.

Xuancheng.

An unmanned black carriage slowly drove into the city gate and strolled on the street.

Passers-by couldn't help being a little curious, talking about the origin of the owner of the carriage, and why there was no one driving the carriage.

After a while, the carriage stopped at the door of an inn, as if the route had been planned in advance.

Hearing the sound of horseshoes, the waiter of the inn trotted out of the inn, but when he was about to say hello, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and swallowed all the words that came to his mouth.

Because he didn't see the guest.

After waiting for a long time, no one came out of the carriage.

Xiao Er couldn't help being a little curious, stretched his neck and began to peek inside the carriage to see if there was a visitor or a lost carriage.

Just as Xiao Er leaned over to the carriage to probe his head, the curtain at the door of the carriage was suddenly pulled open, and a young man came out stretched.

Xiao Er was startled, couldn't help but took a step back, and almost exclaimed.

The person who walked out of the carriage was of course Feng Wuhen.

He actually fell asleep in the carriage.

"Are there any vacancies?"

Feng Wuhen glanced around, and finally his eyes fell on Xiaoer's face, and asked lightly.

"Yes, please, guest officer!"

Xiao Er hurriedly nodded and said with an awkward smile.

"One upper room, make a few side dishes, and then fill up the jug."

As Feng Wuhen spoke, he took off the flagon from his waist and threw it at Xiao Er, then jumped off the carriage and walked into the inn.

Xiaoer took the flagon, agreed cheerfully, and hurried forward to lead the carriage to the backyard.

And at this moment, several people in the surrounding crowd glanced at the door of the inn at the same time, then looked at each other, and disappeared into the crowd without a sound...

Chapter 31 Jiang Family, No|Wrong|Ba|ωωω.ωùcùo⑧.coм

Xuancheng.

Cloud Smoke Inn.

at dusk.

In a guest room, Feng Wuhen, who had just had dinner, just drank a pot of wine and was about to go to bed, but there was a slight knock on the door.

"Who?"

Feng Wuhen turned his head to look at the door in doubt, and asked in a deep voice.

"Guest officer, we have a guest."

The shop waiter's cautious voice came from outside the door, and it sounded more respectful than when Feng Wuhen first arrived.

Feng Wuhen frowned, and walked slowly towards the door.

This is his first visit to Xuancheng, and he doesn't have any acquaintances here.

As the door opened, Feng Wuhen saw the waiter standing at the door respectfully.

"What guest?"

Feng Wuhen asked suspiciously.

"Young master of the Jiang family."

The waiter smiled and said.

"Young master of the Jiang family?"

Feng Wuhen repeated a sentence inexplicably.

In his impression, he didn't know any young masters of the Jiang family.