surnamed Wang

Chapter 454
Tang Jian and Feng Wuyong's confrontation seems to be easy, but it is not easy in his heart. After all, this is the first time he has fought against people in a real sense, and he is still a person who is only a thin line away from Wu Xian. is deceiving.

As the eldest grandson of the Tang clan, he has lived a stable life under the shadow of his grandfather and aunt for so many years. Now that the sect is in trouble, there is absolutely no reason to continue dormant. Besides, if he doesn't take action, his grandfather and uncle may have to confess that they are in the same place. This, based on emotion and reason, he shouldn't continue to follow the way of a gentleman.

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Feng Wuyong, who was fighting Tang Jian, felt much more relaxed now. He had been imprisoned in the dungeon for decades, and because he was old, his skills were not as flexible as before, but as the battle progressed, his body gradually recovered. the feeling of the past.

The two fought for a long time, and the old man's shots were obviously much stronger than at the beginning, and his strength was just right. Instead of throwing all the hidden weapons all at once like before, he threw one every now and then during the interval between battles.Or pointing at the flaws of the young man on the opposite side, or shooting at Tang Zhi and his father to distract him, or randomly nailing down a unlucky Tang disciple... In short, they just don't talk about martial ethics.

Tang Jian's skills were unfamiliar, and he relied on the true energy in his body to avoid the opponent's offensive again and again. At the moment, he had to dodge and take care of others, so he couldn't help but look a little embarrassed.

When Tang Jian threw away the bone-piercing nail that was shot at Tang Zhi for the third time, Tang Xin who was next to him finally couldn't bear it anymore, and cursed:
"Well, you shameless old man, I thought you were a hero, so I returned the relics of the Feng family on purpose. I didn't expect you to be a despicable and shameless villain. You have lived your life on dogs."

"Good scolding!" Suddenly there was an echoing sound from the side, "It's a shame that this old bastard is still a master, but he did such a shameless thing, it's really a disgrace to the martial arts, bah!"

This mouthful of spitting was extremely precise, and it was spitting on the instep of the combating old man.

Feng Wuyong frowned, and threw a dart with his backhand. This time, Tang Jian didn't stop him, and that boy Tu Tumo was right. He tilted his head and dodged it. It was Hong Mao who came.

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Hong Mao held the sword in one hand and the half-gnawed chicken leg in the other. After avoiding the old man's hidden weapon, he gnawed again with gusto.

"You still have the heart to eat after it's all beaten up like this?" Tang Xin, who was about the same age as the other party, couldn't help but asked.

"I was tired from beating the woman on the eighth floor just now, and I have the strength to continue beating when I'm full, right?"

As Hong Mao was talking, he gnawed the chicken leg three times and twice, and then took the chicken bone and smashed it at Feng Wuyong. He didn't want to hit the right master this time, but accidentally injured a disciple of Tangmen the back of the head.

The disciple took a sudden hit and turned his head subconsciously, but at this moment, the prisoner on the other side caught the opportunity and split him in half with a single knife. The disciple of Tang Sect stared at Hong Mao with wide eyes until he died.

Even though the young man was thick-skinned, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed seeing this situation at this moment. With a dry cough, he glanced aside and pretended nothing had happened. Tang Xin said quietly at this moment:
"The disciple just now was named Tang Jin. His family was very poor and he owed a lot of debts. He tried every means to make money to pay off the debts every month. He also had a daughter-in-law who had never married. The two of them rarely saw each other for a month. Let him save enough money to marry him..."

Hong Mao felt even more guilty, and finally drew out his sword and pointed at Feng Wuyong, "Stop talking! It's all to blame for that stinky and shameless old guy. I'm going to kill him now to avenge Tang Jin."

After all, rush out directly.

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Tang Jing was working with the disciples of the Tang Sect to deal with an old monster on the eighth floor. Taking advantage of the gap, he glanced at Hong Mao's direction. The kid disappeared as soon as he got out of the dungeon. Feng Wuyou desperately.

Tang Jing thought that the other party was hungry and went to the kitchen to steal food, but unexpectedly picked a difficult opponent. Seeing this situation now, he couldn't help but feel guilty for his villainous heart.

Tang Qisheng in the house not far away also noticed Hong Mao's behavior. He had only met him once, and he only knew that the young man was unforgiving and slick. He was very suitable for a taciturn and rigid person like Tang Jing To be friends, but I didn't expect him to be so brave and choose to fight against Feng Wuyou.

The man stroked his beard and showed admiration:
"It's really a boy born from a hero since ancient times."

Tangyue at the side glanced at him, "If you have this spare time, you might as well help Tang Jing as soon as possible, he usually speaks good things for you."

Tang Qisheng didn't refuse this time, nodded and went out the door.

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With Hong Mao's joining, Tang Jian's pressure was relieved a lot. This young man looked about the same age as his uncle, but his swordsmanship was very good. The most important thing was that he could use some moves that he would never use.

With a long sword in his hand, Hong Mao aimed at Feng Wuyong's lower three lanes to attack, while Tang Jian changed his defense to attack and continued to attack the old man's upper three lanes with a paper fan weapon.

The old guy didn't talk about martial arts, so Hong Mao naturally wouldn't be polite.
"Left leg, right leg, left knee, right knee..."

Sometimes he moves exactly as he said, hitting where he points, but sometimes he does the opposite suddenly, stabbing the opponent's left foot with his right knee.

Feng Wuyong almost suffered a loss several times, so he simply chose not to listen to him in horror.

Seeing that the old man couldn't get up, Hong Mao naturally had other methods. He stabbed the opponent's right leg with his sword, and shouted "right leg" on his lips, but the sword's momentum slowed down slightly, Feng Wuyong naturally understood his intention With a sneer in his heart, his right leg stepped back in cooperation.

At this moment, a hint of cunning flashed in the young man's eyes, and the sword suddenly moved upwards. Feng Wuyong was already prepared, and he easily dodged it by leaning back. Surprised, he quickly covered his eyes and nose and jumped back.

The next moment, his right leg went numb, and when he realized it, a throwing knife had already been inserted into the back of his right leg.

Feng Wuyong frowned slightly, he didn't understand, thought for a moment, and finally snorted coldly:

"It's because you keep saying that the old man is a disgrace to the martial arts, don't you also use lime powder as a base method?"

"Wrong." Hong Mao shook his head with a smile, "This is the flour that the young master took from the kitchen. It is because you have used too many tricks and tricks, so it is taken for granted that it is lime powder."

Feng Wuyong didn't have time to talk to the opponent, so he pulled out the throwing knife from the back of his calf. Compared with the flour, this throwing knife was the most confusing thing for him. If he remembered correctly, the knife should have been on the ground. right.

The young man saw his doubts, smiled slightly and said:

"Don't think that you are the only one who knows how to use imperial weapons, and so does my young master."

After all, the long sword in the young man's hand suddenly came out, drawing a beautiful arc in the air and then slashed at the opponent fiercely. This style was performed by the young man with the skill of controlling the sword and the Hidden Immortal. By surprise.

Feng Wuyong's color changed slightly, two throwing knives slipped out from his sleeves, and he raised his hands to parry above his head, intending to resist the blow.

But how can a mortal be able to resist the Immortal Sword Style.

The three-foot steel sword was shining with azure light, and it slashed at the thickest backs of the two daggers. The two daggers made of fine steel were cut off like paper, and the sword's force did not weaken at all. head away.

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(End of this chapter)