The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

Chapter 81

The night is deep, and the new moon is like a hook.

There was a little light in the room of the inn, and it sprinkled on the yard outside.

Everyone in the yard could clearly see that what the girl in the blue shirt was holding was a thin grayish-yellow hemp rope, not a sharp sword.

Lu Xiaofeng was startled, then smiled and said: "Miss Zhao, is your sword just this soft rope? But, I have already agreed."

Although there are many weird weapons in the Jianghu, Lu Xiaofeng has seen many of them before, but this is the first time he has seen a rope-like, non-lethal weapon.

However, most of the time, when others want to test whether Lingxi Yizhi can pinch their weapons, they use sneak attack techniques, and there are only a few people like Zhao Qing who speak out in advance.

People who do this either have a good character that does not make dangerous jokes on strangers, or have strong self-confidence beyond ordinary people.

No matter which of these two points, Lu Xiaofeng is willing to accept this trick and make this friend.

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Hearing Lu Xiaofeng's questioning, Zhao Qing just smiled faintly.

The thin rope in her hand was originally curved and soft, but now it slowly became straight, like a slender pole.

This technique of using internal force to straighten the thin and soft rope is very amazing, and it is somewhat similar to the practice of "turning the whip into a gun" to a high level.

Looking at the rivers and lakes, anyone who can do this is at least a true first-class master.

But in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes, this is not a superb skill.

Among his friends, even Ximen Chuuxue, who is not considered the top two swordsmen in the world, in the eyes of ordinary Jianghu people, Huamanlou, Sikong Zhaixing, Jin Jiuling, Honest Monk, etc., can already be regarded as top-notch masters. The masters are much higher.

Even so, Lu Xiaofeng's eyes still showed a bit of solemnity.

This is out of his respect for young masters.

Lu Xiaofeng has always understood a truth: in many cases, as long as there is a little more respect, many conflicts and resentments can be resolved.

Mr. Fan Da, who was leisurely smoking dry tobacco, also changed his expression.

But what he was thinking in his heart was quite different from Lu Xiaofeng's.

On the way Mr. Fan Da rushed to the inn where Lu Xiaofeng was staying, no matter how many times his speed of performing lightness kung fu changed, Zhao Qing always followed closely behind him, not half a step behind.

Mr. Fan Da can be sure that the other party's lightness kung fu is definitely ranked among the top in the world, even his brother Shanxi Yan, who has been famous for 30 years and is powerful in Guanzhong with a pair of iron palms, is quite inferior.

Such a master approached Lu Xiaofeng and wanted to compete with him, no matter whether he wins or loses, it will affect the duel between Huo Tianqing and Lu Xiaofeng at sunrise tomorrow.

This visit, although the people of Tianqin Sect came here to make Lu Xiaofeng give up the duel and leave voluntarily, but they didn't want anyone else to help them achieve this goal.

With the great kindness of the master, since they decided to do this matter that affects chivalry, they will not let others take the lead.

But before he could make a sound to stop him, he heard Zhao Qing's calm voice: "I practice swords, so everything I make can be a sword."

Although it is a slender and soft hemp rope, it is still a sword?A rope sword?

Zhao Qing's eyes were shining sharply, and the rope sword in his hand had already begun to move forward slowly.

There is no breathtakingly brilliant sword light, no raging fierce sword wind, and no endlessly changing sword moves, just a steady stab forward.

If you don't pay attention to it, most people may think that this is just a thin wooden pole played like a toy.

"Lu Xiaofeng, don't underestimate her sword!" Suddenly, a gentle and peaceful voice sounded from behind Lu Xiaofeng.

No matter what time it is, Hua Manlou's tone is always as soft as Mu Feng.

Just like his love for flowers and life, it has become his habit.

In the middle of a breath, Hua Manlou, who was sitting quietly in the room listening, suddenly sensed the sharpness spreading from outside.

It was a restrained sword energy. The last time he saw it was the day he met Ximen Chuuxue in Wanmei Villa.

Lu Xiaofeng blinked his eyes, somewhat confused about Hua Manlou's judgment.

It's not that he doesn't believe Hua Manlou's reminder, but the other party's age seems to be more than half his. Even if he started practicing martial arts from the womb, how much skill can he have?
Even if her talent is comparable to that of Ximen Chuuxue who learned swordsmanship at the age of seven and has achieved success in seven years, Lu Xiaofeng is sure of victory.

Except for the five or six people who have truly reached the pinnacle of martial arts in the world today, Lu Xiaofeng rarely has opponents he cannot defeat.

In fact, apart from himself, almost no one in the world knows how his martial arts are?
But Lu Xiaofeng quickly understood the meaning of Huamanlou's words.

In an instant, the speed of the rope sword in Zhao Qing's hand increased hundreds of times, and there was a sound of tearing the air,
It turned out that her movements were just for vigilance before, and now her sword has just been unsheathed.

Lu Xiaofeng finally understood that there is a huge difference in martial arts between a person who can use a rope as a stick and a person who can use a thin rope as a sword.

His pupils contracted sharply. Although what he saw was just a thin rope, the threat he posed to him was no less than the sharpest sword in the world.

The sharpness of this sword seems to be more terrifying than Ximen Chuuxue's sword, it seems that no one in the world can resist this sword.

Lu Xiaofeng also couldn't resist, and couldn't resist at all.His toes touched the ground, and he started to back away.In this unstoppable moment, his two fingers pinched towards the thrusting rope sword.

In less than an instant, the rope sword and the fingers have each performed dozens of subtle changes.

No one can describe the ingenuity and speed of his pinching of these two fingers, if it is not someone who saw it with his own eyes, he would not even be able to believe it.

It is said that these two fingers of Lu Xiaofeng have completely connected with his mind, and they have pinched off countless murder weapons in the palms of martial arts masters, and saved him countless times.

His fingers did catch Zhao Qing's sword, caught in the middle of the rope sword.

But it only caught half.

Lu Xiaofeng could barely clamp the "sword body" of the rope sword, but it was too late to use more internal force to cut off the internal force contained in the "sword body".

So when the first half of the rope sword was bent back and firmly "clamped" the two fingers that clamped the "sword body", he could only watch helplessly, with no room for resistance.

Lu Xiaofeng's consonant finger finally met a weapon he couldn't hold.

His face has also turned pale.

It's not because Lu Xiaofeng has encountered unprecedented setbacks, nor is it because he hates that rising stars in the martial arts have surpassed his "old generation".

It's just because his consonant finger failed to cut off Zhao Qing's internal strength, but instead she cut off the internal strength with a rope.

Because Lu Xiaofeng concentrated his whole body's internal energy on the two fingers just now, after his internal energy was suddenly blocked, the Qi and blood in his body were temporarily blocked, and it took a while to recover.

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(End of this chapter)