Emperor Shiming of the Town of Martial Arts / Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty

Breaking the wind with a blade, Feng Siniang's knife slashed through Shangguan Fei's throat, bringing a smear of blood!

The money help less help the master Shangguan Fei, die!

After killing Shangguan Fei, Feng Siniang's face did not relax. She looked at the woods on the other side and said with a smile, "Come out! Peeking at the old lady for so long, this price is not cheap!"

Chapter [-]: Feng Siniang vs Jing Wuming (First)

The woods swayed gently, and after a while, a man slowly walked out of the dense shade.

He was tall, and he was wearing a golden yellow shirt with short corners that barely covered his knees.His cuffs are tight, his fingers are slender and long, his bones are raised, and he is as vigorous as an eagle's claws, which is very powerful.

He wore a large bamboo hat, which blocked the sunlight and blocked his face, making it difficult to see.

However, just the way he holds the sword in his right hand (usually people carry the sword in the left hand and draw it in the right hand), the way he dresses up, and the coldness and lifeless death that he exudes all the time, is enough to make people distinguish out his identity.

Looking at this person, Feng Siniang smiled: "So it's you!"

The eyes of the man under the hat were still dull, without the slightest light: "You... know me?"

Feng Siniang glanced at the handsome and fast horse not far from her, and calmly and slowly squeezed the fast knife in her hand, and said with a smile, "The sword in the left hand is dead, and there are a few people in the rivers and lakes who don't know about it."

The man slowly took off the hat on his head, and at this moment, the sun was betting on his face.

There were three scars on his face, which made the originally very handsome face a bit hideous and terrifying, and his eyes were even more heart-wrenching.

His eyes are dead gray, with neither emotion nor life!

There are not many people with such eyes, and there are very few left-handed swordsmen with such eyes. At this moment, Feng Siniang has completely determined his identity: "You... come to pick up Guan Fei?"

Jing Wuming nodded calmly: "Yes?"

Feng Siniang giggled, and the remaining blood on the knife in her hand had been wiped dry: "But when I did it just now, you didn't do it."

Jing Wuming said indifferently: "Because I don't want to shoot, so I don't shoot."

"According to the legend, you Jing Wuming is the illegitimate son of Shangguan Jinhong. I don't know if this is true or false?" Feng Siniang asked again.

In Jing Wuming's eyes, there was a trace of fluctuations in the dead silence, and the calm returned in an instant: "You don't need to know."

Feng Siniang looked at Shangguan Fei's corpse and said with a smile: "I understand, in fact, I killed Shangguan Fei, you should thank me, don't you?"

The sword in Jing Wuming's hand was raised slowly: "Yes, I should thank you."

"So, I will do my best not to let you suffer at all."

There was also a hint of caution in Feng Siniang's eyes.The people who took pictures of the tree left their names. Although the left-handed sword Jing Wuming rose on the rivers and lakes for a short time, its illustrious reputation was built on the sea of ​​corpses and blood. There are many first-class masters who bleed under Jing Wuming, even There are not a few congenital masters.

Feng Siniang knew very well that she was by no means an opponent of Jing Wuming. What she wanted was to find a chance to escape!

Feng Siniang gritted her teeth: "You want to kill me?"

Jing Wuming nodded: "Shangguanfei's death needs to be borne by someone."

Feng Siniang smiled: "Really? Are you so sure that you can kill me?"

"Let's make a move!" Jing Wuming's sword raised three more points, but he didn't move, his words were direct and understandable, "You helped me solve a problem after all, so I let you make three moves."

Jing Wuming's words were still indifferent, and he didn't seem to have any feelings, but he was obviously very principled and didn't want to owe anything at all.

Feng Siniang gritted her teeth and glanced at her horse, the horse, which was staying less than seven feet beside her.

Whoosh!

Feng Siniang made a move. This move is still the same as when she killed Shangguan Fei. It was like an antelope hanging on its horns. parry.

But Jing Wuming is not comparable to Shangguan Fei after all.

Clang!

Feng Siniang's knife was blocked by Jing Wuming.

The scabbard of the left-handed sword collided with Feng Siniang's short wind-splitting knife, making a sharp sound and sparks splashing everywhere.

"It's so strong!" Feng Siniang's fighting consciousness is not weak. She casts force with force without pausing, and chases after the momentum. The second path has already appeared.

When this knife struck, the original sharp and harsh sound of breaking the wind disappeared completely. The short blade seemed to be integrated with the air and the wind. When it cut through the air, there was no sound, and even the light of the knife disappeared.

If the previous knife, the most important thing is that the moves are eclectic and exquisite, then this knife is just one word: "Quick!"

The sound of a loud voice and the shape of an elephant, when the speed reaches a certain level, even ordinary swordsmanship can burst out with jaw-dropping power.

Jing Wuming raised his brows lightly, the sheathed left-hand sword had appeared in front of his chest at some point, and the sheath blocked Feng Siniang's blade.

Feng Siniang's sword is very fast, but it's a pity that Jing Wuming's sword is even faster, and Jing Wuming's left-handed sword is already famous in the world for his speed, and is the only one in the world!

"It turns out that you are a member of the Huashan faction!" Jing Wuming frowned, "Turning swordsmanship into swordsmanship is really good, but unfortunately, your strength is too weak!"

Feng Siniang's face changed slightly, the light on the short blade in her hand was unprecedentedly dazzling, her body was like a rainbow of flames, and she shot Jing Wuming: "Really! Then you will lend me this trick, the sword-breaking style!"

That's right, the broken sword style of Dugu's Nine Swords!The highest skill of Huashan School's swordsmanship is also the enlightened swordsmanship of Feng Qingyang, an unparalleled master in Huashan. Now, it has reappeared in the hands of a mysterious woman.

Dugu's Nine Swords, known as breaking all the martial arts in the world, the breaking sword is the unique technique for swordsmanship.

At this moment, Jing Wuming only felt that his whole body was shrouded in Feng Siniang's sword.

What a good Feng Siniang, although she uses a knife, it is not easy to be able to exert the power of Dugu Nine Swords to this extent.

It's a pity that Jing Wuming's fame never depended on cumbersome and exquisite swordsmanship.