[Comprehensive martial arts] When Qin Daddy travels through the world of martial arts

Under the pale moonlight, the night shrouded the earth, and in the silent night, only the sound of swords piercing the air could be heard.

Although the black-clothed killer in front of him was alone, in terms of martial arts, the killers who appeared in the previous two times could not be compared with him at all.

But even so, to Lu Xiaofeng, although this person's swordsmanship is unique, he can't be called a top master.

After more than a dozen strokes, he grabbed a gap and clamped the opponent's sword with his fingers.

"I admit that your swordsmanship is top-notch." Lu Xiaofeng looked at him indifferently, "It's a pity that a person with such vicious swordsmanship as you will never be able to reach the highest level of swordsmanship."

The black-clothed killer looked at him indifferently, not being moved by his words in the slightest. Suddenly, a strange brilliance flashed across those cold and sharp eyes.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt his heart sink.

There was a slight sound of wind blowing clothes from behind.

He turned his head and saw a gray figure in front of the carriage under the moonlight, also holding a bright long sword in his hand.

Lu Xiaofeng's breathing stagnated, and only then did he realize that during the fight just now, he had unknowingly moved away from the carriage by a certain distance.

He cursed himself inwardly, abandoned the man in black in front of him, intending to turn around and return to defense, but was blocked immediately.

Later, the man in gray didn't turn his head to look at Lu Xiaofeng, and stretched out his hand to push the carriage door.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were tearing apart, thinking of Mei Jingxian who was poisoned and weakened in the car, anger and anxiety surged up like a tide, but he couldn't get away from being entangled.

Under the moonlight, the big hand with well-defined bones slowly approached the car door, and the other hand held the sword tightly, and the blade trembled slightly, as if drinking the blood of the people in the car.

The hand quickly approached the car door, but when it was only a finger away, it stopped suddenly.

Just because a simple long sword was pointing at his neck at the moment, the sharp sword energy had already cut off a strand of black hair on the side of his neck.

"Put down your dirty hands."

The cold and angry voice was like throwing a stone into water, and like a sword's energy soaring into the sky, it made people's hearts go cold.

The cold moon was like frost, sprinkled on the person who suddenly appeared, as if it had taken away the last trace of warmth from his body, leaving only frosty snow-like icy and icy sword aura.

Lu Xiaofeng's tense and anxious mind suddenly relaxed, taking advantage of the black-clothed killer in front of him dazed, he clamped his long sword between his fingers, and directly snatched his sword away.

"Ximen Chuuxue, you've come!"

Lu Xiaofeng flicked the sword in his hand, and finally showed a sincere smile.

As early as the last doctor said that there was nothing he could do about the poison on Mei Jingxian, he had contacted Ximen Chuuxue when Mei Jingxian was in a coma.

Before he could tell the matter in the future, Mei Jingxian showed an attitude of extreme resistance, preferring to wait for Hu Qingniu who was far away at Guangmingding than to go to Ximen Chuuxue, so in desperation, he had no choice but to hide the matter .

Based on Ximen Chuuxue's temperament and his thoughts on Mei Jingxian, Lu Xiaofeng knew that the other party must be on his way, but he did not expect that the other party would come so quickly, showing up the day after he sent the letter.

If it weren't for the presence of other people at the moment, he couldn't help but tease him aloud.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't look at him, his expression was condensed, his cold eyes looked coldly at the man in gray in front of him.

With the sharp knife at his side, the man in gray beside the carriage had to put down his hands, turned to face the person coming, and called out the person's name in a deep voice, "Ximen Chuuxue."

"Taking advantage of others' danger, bullying the few with the more." Ximen Chuuxue's eyes were as cold as a piece of ice, and there seemed to be a scorching flame hidden under them, "Kill!"

The last two words were heavy and heavy, and it was scary to hear, as if my heart was under the weight of a boulder, and I couldn't breathe.

After the words fell, he moved his hand, and the tip of the sword pierced the man in gray's throat.

The man in gray quickly dodged his sword, chuckled twice, and raised his voice: "Midget your own business, the bad guys are making money, you deserve to die!"

Ximen Chuuxue's face became even more serious, "You are not worthy of using a sword."

"Stop talking nonsense." The man in gray looked at him coldly, and raised the sword in his hand, "Ximen Chuuxue, everyone says you are the number one swordsman in the world today, let me see if you are worthy or not!" Get that title!"

After the words fell, he attacked first, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Ximen Chuuxue.

The man in gray's sword moves are very fast, Lu Xiaofeng has only seen such a fast sword in the hands of three people, except for the two swordsmen who faced off in the summit of the Forbidden City, they were Jianmei Jingxian.

He was amazed at the high swordsmanship of the gray-clothed man, but seeing Ximen Chuuxue's unchanging response to the enemy, he felt relieved.

The next moment, the black-clothed killer who came first did not give up, grabbed a gap, and flew towards the carriage.

Lu Xiaofeng hurried to stop him.

As soon as they moved, they entered the battle circle between Ximen Chuuxue and the man in gray.

When the man in gray was forced to retreat by Ximen Chuuxue, he conveniently gave Lu Xiaofeng a sword as he passed by him.

Lu Xiaofeng resisted with his sword, at this moment, the killer in black had already approached the carriage.

When he stretched his hand towards the car door, a gust of wind suddenly passed by his side, and his arm felt cold.

There was a slight slap sound, and an arm fell straight on the shaft, and blood kept gushing from the cut.

With a muffled snort, he clutched his wound and quickly walked away from the carriage. Looking at Ximen Chuuxue who was standing with a sword in his hand, a piercing coldness surged in his heart.

Lu Xiaofeng was chased by the man in gray, Ximen Chuuxue abandoned the killer in black and went to meet the man in gray.

The black-clothed killer had a broken arm, so he was no longer afraid.

Lu Xiaofeng kicked the severed arm out of the car, sat on the shaft and watched the battle quietly.

After about a cup of tea, the man in gray was stabbed through the heart by Ximen Chuuxue, killing him on the spot.

The black-clothed killer who had been standing quietly at one side suddenly jumped out, grabbed the gray-clothed man's body with his only remaining arm, and quickly disappeared in a few leaps.

Ximen Chuuxue did not pursue, but shook off the blood on the sword, and walked quickly towards the carriage.

Lu Xiaofeng immediately stepped aside, "Such a big commotion and Jingxian didn't wake up, it seems that his physical condition is getting worse and worse."

Ximen Chuuxue frowned, opened the car door, and suddenly felt a wave of heat rushing towards him.

Mei Jingxian lay quietly inside, wrapped in a thick blanket, frowning slightly, sleeping deeply.

His lips were blue, and because of the heat in the car, two touches of crimson appeared on his cheeks, but the rich colors made his original complexion paler.

Without pausing, Ximen Chuuxue directly entered the carriage and pulled the door shut.

Probing his head, Lu Xiaofeng touched the nose that was almost hit, and helplessly picked up the whip and continued to drive.

The carriage continued to drive unsteadily.

In the car, as Ximen Chuuxue approached, Mei Jingxian seemed to be disturbed, her brows twitched, as if she was about to wake up.

Six hot sika deer with their tongues sticking out jumped in front of him, two of them with antlers lowered their heads and blowing snow at Ximen with their antlers, in a defensive posture.

Ximen Chuuxue paused, then put the sword in his hand aside, restraining his sword energy.

Mei Jingxian's brows gradually loosened, and the sika deer uttered softly, and dispersed.

Ximen Chuuxue approached slowly, sat down next to Mei Jingxian, and casually picked up a white deer standing between them.

He put his hand into the blanket, and groped along Mei Jingxian's shoulder to his wrist.

There was a cold air coming from the wrist, and Mei Jingxian, who was in a coma, shrank her hand subconsciously, but was held tightly.

He let out a few barely audible ravings, and then stopped struggling.

Ximen Chuixue felt her pulse, frowned, hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand and pulled off the blanket on Mei Jingxian's body, followed by the cloak, girdle, outer shirt, inner shirt, and inner shirt.

As the amount of clothes decreased, Mei Jingxian struggled subconsciously as the chill hit.

After the last piece of clothing was also ripped from his body, he shivered all over his body, and wrapped his hands around his body in his sleep, as if to keep the last trace of warmth.

Seeing that he was still awake under such a big movement, Ximen Chuuxue frowned even deeper.

He took out a cloth bag from his chest and unfolded it. The slender silver needles shone silvery under the candlelight.

Ximen Chuuxue raised his hand and pulled away Mei Jingxian's arms wrapped around his shoulders. With a quick glance, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and even breathing seemed to become difficult.

He sank down and didn't dare to look any more. Seeing that Mei Jingxian was still struggling, he raised his hand and picked up a blue silk ribbon to bind her hands and wrists, and tied them firmly to the car window rail.

With her hands bound, Mei Jingxian struggled, her brows furrowed even tighter, and she muttered dissatisfied and distressed.

A piece of beautiful jade is exposed to the outside without any blemishes, with even bones and flesh on the side, the white jade is shining, and the two touches of bright red are like red plums trembling in the snow.

Ximen Chuuxue clenched his fist, took a deep breath, took out the silver needle, and pierced it into the flawless white jade.

In about half a cup of tea, Mei Jingxian had dozens of silver needles pierced into her body.

However, his brows gradually relaxed, he slept peacefully, and the blue color of his lips became lighter.

Ximen Chuuxue turned his back to him, took off his sweat-soaked coat, poured a cup of tea and drank it.

"Ximen Chuuxue, it's already dawn, do you want to eat something..." Lu Xiaofeng opened the car door, and after seeing the scene inside the car, his expression froze, and he answered the following two words dryly, "...something."

Ximen Chuuxue's face darkened, and his figure flashed, blocking the people behind him, "Close the door."

"Okay," Lu Xiaofeng nodded blankly, then his complexion changed, and he shouted loudly, "Ximen Chuuxue, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!"

He saw Mei Jingxian's bound hands from the gap, and said sadly: "How could you take advantage of others' danger and do such a thing to Jingxian!"

Ximen Chuuxue's face was gloomy, and when he moved his hand, a silver light flashed.

Lu Xiaofeng quickly grasped the silver with sharp eyes and took a closer look, it was a silver needle.

"This is……"

"I'm giving him acupuncture." Ximen Chuuxue said coldly.

Lu Xiaofeng hesitated, "Does acupuncture need to be tied up?"

Facing his doubts, Ximen Chuuxue's voice became deeper, "He is not conscious yet, and if he struggles, it will affect my treatment."

Lu Xiaofeng believed it, nodded his head in understanding, the next moment, he suddenly said: "Then why did you take off your clothes?"

Ximen Chuuxue paused, "It's too hot in the car."

Lu Xiaofeng continued, "I remember last summer, you were no less dressed than you are now."

As soon as this sentence came out, there was silence.

Lu Xiaofeng stared at him for a while, then suddenly raised his lips and smiled, and said meaningfully: "Well, I think I understand."

Ximen Chuuxue remained silent, staring at Lu Xiaofeng with a pair of condensed eyes, with a strong meaning of warning.

"Ximen Chuuxue, others say you are an unreasonable sword, but you are actually a man of flesh and blood." Lu Xiaofeng was not afraid of his warning, and teased: "It's not that the car is too hot, but—"

"—you're hot."