Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 190 The Xue Family Demonic Sword

After Master Gusong descended from Wudang Mountain, he carefully walked around a few circles to test whether there was anyone following him. After confirming that it was safe, he arrived at a small town at the foot of the mountain.

He went to the outside of a large house and knocked on the door knocker six times, three long, two short and one long.

The door opened inward with a gap of more than a foot wide.

The layman Gu Song turned slightly sideways and stepped in.

He ignored the person who opened the door and went straight to the front hall.

At this moment, twelve young men in white were sitting neatly in a huge hall.

Although their bodies and faces are different, they all have the same cold and indifferent look, the same sharp, bright eyes full of murderous intent, the same white cloth robes, tied with the same black cloth belt, and a similar handle inserted at the waist. A sheathless, narrow iron sword.

When the leading young man saw the layman Gu Song coming in, he asked expressionlessly: "You are late. What happened on Wudang Mountain?"

Master Gu Song shook his head and said, "Things have changed and the plan has been cancelled."

The young man's expression remained unchanged: "The reason?"

Gu Song recounted what happened on the mountain in detail, and finally sighed: "According to the original intention of the Ninth Young Master, Wudang was to first consume Ma Kongqun's skills and his men. After he conquered Wudang Mountain alone, everyone would join forces to ambush him. It's a pity that Ma Kongqun is this person. The high level of martial arts and the depth of scheming are really too terrifying, and it is easy to break the trap set up by the Ninth Young Master. Now you can only continue to hide here, and after consulting the Ninth Young Master, you can decide the next step. ”

The young man was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid others won't give us the time to wait."

Master Gu Song's expression suddenly changed.

Gentle applause came from outside, and then someone strolled into the hall.

Ma Kongqun once told Lu Xiaofeng, Sikong Zhaixing and Xue Bing that as his cultivation level became more and more spiritual, his perception was no longer limited to the five senses such as eyes, ears, nose, tongue and body, and he could sense the emotional fluctuations of others with his mysterious and mysterious spirit.

Therefore, after he suddenly launched an attack and subdued everyone, when he selected suspects for torture, he did not rely on past grievances, but as early as in the Zixiao Palace, he sensed three people who had great malice towards him. They are Jin Jiuling, Shi Yan and Gu Song.

However, he only found Jin Jiuling and Shi Yan in the Golden Palace and left the ancient pine trees behind. Naturally, he had a long-term plan to catch big fish.

Now the fish has taken the bait. Although it is not a real big fish, it is still not satisfactory.

What's more, Ma Kongqun had other plans for the big fish named "Gong Jiu". If he really took the bait this time, it would be difficult for Ma Kongqun to close the line.

The layman Gusong exclaimed: "Ma Kongqun, why are you..."

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, because the young man quickly pulled out the long sword from his waist, and the sword flashed and struck the "Tiantu point" in his throat.

The young man's posture when drawing the sword was extremely strange. The area above the elbow was completely motionless, and he only used the strength of his wrist to draw the sword.

After retracting the long sword, a drop of bright red blood emerged from the throat of the ancient pine layman, no more, no less, just a drop. A drop of vermilion is like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, cruel but beautiful.

The face of the layman Gu Song was distorted and he fell to the ground. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat as big as soybeans. He opened his mouth wide as if he wanted to shout, but he couldn't make any sound. He could only breathe like a beast.

The wheezing suddenly weakened and soon returned to calm. The young man said coldly: "If you are used by others without knowing it, you should be killed!"

Ma Kongqun stood with his arms folded, smiling all the time, without the slightest intention to stop him. He waited until Master Gusong had completely lost his breath before he asked: "'The soul-searching sword has no trace, and the Central Plains is a little red.' Your sword skills are different from those of the past. The red spots in the Central Plains are exactly the same, are they related to each other?"

The young man said coldly: "Zhongyuan is a little red? It's just a hyena that got the fur of my family's swordsmanship."

Ma Kongqun said with relief: "It turns out you are a descendant of the Xue family. I heard that in the past, the Xue family had a pair of swords. One was the divine sword that Xue Yiren used to kill all the heroes without losing a single one. The magic sword of fate. You should be a descendant of Xue Yiren, why did you learn Xue Xiaoren’s swordsmanship instead?"

There was a wave in the young man's eyes, which seemed to be pain and shame, and then it returned to the cold and sharp edge of a sword: "You know a lot of things. But the sword is used to kill people, it doesn't matter gods or demons."

Ma Kongqun smiled and said: "That's right. Whether it's a god or a demon, a sword that can kill people is a good sword. Especially for a person who wants to revitalize the Xue family, the value of a magic sword that can increase his strength in the shortest time Bigger... So much for the gossip. Since you have nothing to do with the Central Plains, I don’t have to worry about the face of an old friend. Although there is a saying that is old-fashioned, I still have to say it again as usual - I will not kill my subordinates. An unknown person, sign up to die!"

Seeing that no one was coming in anymore, the young man slowly raised his head with the long sword in his hand like a poisonous snake that wanted to choose someone to eat. The other eleven young people drew their swords and spread out, surrounding Ma Kongqun.

"You really came here alone. Haven't you ever thought that since Gong Jiu arranged for us to ambush you, he thinks that we have enough strength to threaten your life?"

Ma Kongqun muttered: "That's just what he thinks."

The young man said: "Whether this is the case, we will know in the first battle. Since you want to know my name, remember it firmly - your killer, Xue Qingbi!"

Before the sound fell, the sword was drawn out.

Twelve long, narrow swords of the same standard thrust out from all directions.

The timing, angle, speed, and force of each thrust of the sword were carefully calculated and coordinated seamlessly. It not only covered all the vital points of Ma Kongqun's body, but also sealed all his escape routes in all directions.

Ma Kongqun stood motionless in the center where twelve bright and cold sword lights gathered, and a terrifying storm centered on his body emerged out of thin air in the huge hall.

Countless forces containing yin and yang, hardness and softness, heaving and puffing, cold and heat, horizontal and oblique, curved and straight, etc. with different properties and movement trajectories, such as strong winds and waves on the sea, and undercurrents under the sea.

The tables, chairs and other furnishings in the room were all made of sand, disintegrating and annihilating under the attack of various forces.

The twelve swordsmen who formed a formation to besiege Ma Kongqun were like twelve small boats caught in a storm. They were swaying involuntarily with the storm. Not only were they unable to form a formation, they were also unable to draw their swords normally.

Ma Kongqun said with a smile: "Gong Jiu is so confident in your sword formation, has he ever tried to use it against that little old man named 'Wu Ming'?"

Xue Qingbi's expression changed again: "How do you know?"

Ma Kongqun didn't answer, and suddenly a strange sound came out of his mouth.

In this relatively confined space, the power of the "Heaven-Shaking and Earth-Shaking Soul-Lost Curse" is exerted to its maximum extent.

At first it sounds like a meaningless string of notes, but when you listen closely it sounds like some kind of mysterious mantra. The sound is not high-pitched, but when your ears reach your heart, you will feel a strong sense of exhaustion, and you will faint unconsciously. With sleepy eyes, it was difficult to open his eyes. The twelve long swords that had been thrust out with all their strength slowly hung down. In the end, the twelve sword-holders gave up their resistance and fell to the ground one after another, falling into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)