Crossing, strategy, picking up morals

× Imagine 172 × Approaching

The most sensational event in Jianghu is the "Sword Introduction Conference" held every four years.Four years ago, the silent and unknown Chi Mo defeated all the heroes and won the first place, becoming the new leader of the martial arts alliance. Now another sword-drawing conference has begun, and there has been a huge wave in the martial arts.

The thatched boy who just came out of the rivers and lakes is grinding his hands, only waiting to show his heroic posture in the sword drawing meeting, and he hopes to become the second Chi Mo.

The lord of the martial arts was re-elected, the situation in the world rose again, and the heroes jumped for joy.

The next martial arts leader must be me!Every chivalrous man who considers himself an unrivaled hero thinks so.

Most of them only heard about Chi Mo's sweeping of the sword-drawing conference four years ago in rumors, and they somewhat sneered, thinking that the sword-leading conference at that time was just soft-legged shrimps, and Chi Mo is still a young man now , when he became the leader of the martial arts alliance, he was only eighteen or nineteen years old. Even if he started to practice martial arts from the womb, it is definitely not as good as the four or fifty years of skill they have devoted themselves to practice.

And those martial arts people who were lucky enough to see that grand event in the previous session all chose to avoid it by coincidence.

The geniuses in the sky are nothing more than that, how can they compete?

Whether it is advancing or retreating, this year's sword drawing conference is still kicking off.

April nineteenth.

As in previous years, Kongming Mountain has ushered in many heroes of the Jianghu, or young heroes who have become famous in recent years, or swordsmen who have been famous in the Jianghu for many years.But at the foot of Kongming Mountain, all the inns and restaurants are full of the glory of this grand event, making a lot of money, and some young men who have nowhere to stay but are forced by their families to come to meet heroes from all over the world live in sheds at the foot of the mountain.

Only those who are well-known in the rivers and lakes will receive invitations from the Qunying Manor on Kongming Mountain and stay in the Qunying Manor.

On April 24, the sword drawing meeting began.Qunying Manor opened the gate early to welcome those knights who lived near the meeting at the foot of the mountain.

The arena is set on the top of Kongming Mountain, and Qunying Village is just one of the stops. After entering Qunying Village and looking up, there is a wide stone step, surrounded by many strong bones, the tomb is slightly raised, and the stone tablet is engraved with the buried People who entered Qunyingzhuang will feel agitated emotions in their hearts just by looking at the life of a famous person.

Ning Fusheng, the owner of Qunying Village, led the crowd to the top of Kongming Mountain. On the top of the mountain was a flat ground made of stone walls. On the black stone wall there were traces of stabbing with swords, which were left by the knights who competed in martial arts over the years.

And on the table set up in front of the arena, a young man had already been seated early, with a high crown of purple-blond hair and a calm gaze. The young man's face was unmatched by his peers.

Ning Fusheng cupped his hands, "Leader."

The young man raised his head, nodded slightly, then lowered his eyes.

That was Chi Mo, the previous martial arts leader.

Ning Fusheng turned his head and nodded to the people behind him, stretched out his hand and led some senior knights to sit down, after arranging everyone, he stepped onto the stage first, and bowed his hands to everyone, "The world is out again There are many young heroes who have risen up and down all since then to defend my righteousness, today is the four-year sword-drawing conference, and whoever wins the first place will be the leader of my martial arts righteousness."

To put it bluntly, if you win, you are the boss.You must know the power of the leader of the martial arts, and call on the heroes to enjoy the honor.

At the moment, some ambitious young heroes cheered loudly, while some older generation who put down their face and came to fight snorted coldly, and cast their eyes on Chi Mo who was sitting on the stage.

The fact that Chi Mo is here means that he will inevitably get involved in this year's battle for the leader of the martial arts alliance.

On the opened arena, some young knights who couldn't hold back had already jumped up. The swords and swords on the stage dazzled the onlookers, while the doorkeepers snorted coldly.

It only takes one day to choose the leader of the martial arts alliance, as long as he wins, he will be the next leader of the martial arts alliance, and those who stand on top must meet all the challenges that come to fight, and the one who stands firm will win.

Those who are capable do not move like a clock, and the juniors who endured impulsiveness come up and are repelled by others. After several rounds of washing, the battle for masters begins.

Chi Mo lowered his eyes, his face was bright and upright, but because of his tired expression, he showed a bit of gloom.

He didn't raise his head from the beginning to the end, and Ning Fusheng, who was sitting next to him, also knew his taciturn character, and didn't talk to him.

The two people on the stage were fighting fiercely, and when they couldn't stand still, they suddenly stopped, and then they both vomited blood and fell off the stage.

Everyone standing in the audience was shocked. The two people who competed on the stage were famous in the world, and they were both outstanding figures of this generation. With the appearance of this intention, even Chi Mo, who had been lowering his eyes, raised his head.

Then a man stepped into the air, wearing a machete in red clothes, phoenix patterns embroidered with gold thread on the material, wide cuffs, and a white silk belt around his waist that was as wide as a palm, sticking to his waist. A tree is like a Samuume.What is surprising is his white hair and red eyes. He should look like a handsome young man, but he carries a bloody viciousness, which makes people feel afraid when they see him.

When Chi Mo saw the man's face, a ferocious anger appeared on his usually calm face, and he slammed into Ning Fusheng's shocked eyes. The long sword around his waist was unsheathed, and a bright sword light flashed.

The man standing on the stage also raised his eyes and looked at Chi Mo who was attacking with the force of thunder. The scimitar in his hand reversed and blocked Chi Mo's blow.

"Su Wuyan!" Every word seemed to be squeezed out with blood from his throat.

The top of Kongming Mountain was completely silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Seeing Su Wuyan bent his lips into a smile, the two of them suddenly moved.He was so fast that he couldn't see clearly, only the red clothes swayed with silver light, and the sword in black was overwhelming and unstoppable!

But with a few tricks, those who came here with full confidence all covered their foreheads in cold sweat. With such attainments and at such an age, they are already stunning figures that have not appeared in the Jianghu for many years.

There were two crisp sounds, and cracks appeared in the arena under their feet. They clashed again, and the tip of the sword was stained with blood.

"Now, you still think you can defeat me?" Su Wuyan snorted again, and the strange sharp weapon with crescent arcs on both sides of his hands drew a silver arc in the air.

Su Wuyan's silver hair was scattered all over his head, dancing with the wind, and everyone was fascinated by it.

The two faced each other and fought dozens of moves, and the wind under their feet rose into the sky.

A moment later, Chi Mo fell from the air, supported the ground with his sword, and vomited a mouthful of blood while pressing his chest.

Everyone was horrified!

Su Wuyan stood in front of him, the scimitar was stained with blood.

Chi Mo was about to stand up with his sword, but was kicked by Su Weiyan on his heart, rolled back and then fell to the ground, the long sword in his hand fell to Su Weiyan's feet, but Su Weiyan didn't even look at it, Walking a few steps closer, he grabbed Chi Mo's hair and pulled him up. Just as Chi Mo was about to fight back, he tapped acupuncture points like lightning, and walked away with his back lapel.

No one dared to stop the huge sword drawing meeting, and watched the man drag Chi Mo away.

Before today, the news that Chi Mo, the leader of the martial arts alliance, has been kidnapped will spread all over the world!

Accompanied by another person's fame.

bamboo forest.

The withered and yellow bamboo leaves that stepped on the ground made a rustling sound.

There was a bamboo house in front of him, it was clear that the sky was bright and bright, candles were still burning inside when Su Wuyan brought Chi Mo inside.

"Master." Su Weiyan threw Chi Mo aside, and knelt down on one knee.

Chi Mo's eyes widened all of a sudden, but he couldn't even raise his head to look up.

"Come in."

The man's voice was unfamiliar, not Qu Shang's coldness but with a seductive beauty.

Su Wuyan lifted the bead curtain in front of him and walked in.

"Master..." Su Weiyan only yelled, but was covered by a sweet moan.

The slight sound of clothes falling to the ground.

"Quick—" urged as if eager for something.

Chi Mo's face was pressed against the ground, and the cold feeling made his mind clear.

"Has the poison gone?" Su Weiyan's voice was full of worry.

The man let out an 'um', not knowing whether he was answering or what.

The candles in the bead curtains were all shaking, and against the background of the unbroken sound, it seemed more and more ambiguous.

There should have been a love affair inside, and Chi Mo, who buried his face on the ground, heard footsteps.

Those feet should be bare, so the steps were very light, and Chi Mo didn't notice until he walked in front of him.

But Chi Mo didn't even have the strength to raise his head.

His hair was pulled up, and he met the silver eyes of a person.

In an instant, his expression was hatred and fear, but immediately he showed shock again.

A pendant was thrown head-on. On the pendant was a gray-white stone, which hit Chi Mo's face, and then rolled to the ground.

Chu Qinghuang's belt is loose, not like the prince who was raised in the deep palace in the past, nor like the song cup who was always cold like a god, he was so gorgeous that even the begonias sleeping in spring were ashamed and withered.

"You..." Chi Mo only had time to say a word before he was pushed and fell to the ground.

Chu Qinghuang looked down at him, and Su Weiyan, who was also in loose clothes behind him, came out.

Both of them are stunning figures, standing together like fairies in a painting.

"I'm Chu Qinghuang." Bending down, the red marks on her shoulders and the loose white hair fell on Chi Mo's face, "Me too——Qu Shang."

Chi Mo's eyes widened suddenly, his face full of disbelief.

Chu Qinghuang chuckled twice, with a flirtatious tone.

"Hate me? Or are you afraid of me?"

Chi Mo's whole mind exploded into a ball.

Su Wuyan leaned towards him, and the young man with sharp eyebrows was now docile like a cat.

It was this expression that made Chi Mo believe what this man said.

"I want the Qingfeng Sword of the Jiuhua Sect."

Su Weiyan's face became more and more gentle, and he withdrew after saying yes.

In the bamboo house with the doors and windows covered tightly, Chu Qinghuang turned around and sat on the chair, pouring herself a cup of tea.

"You..." As soon as Chi Mo opened his mouth, Chu Qinghuang interrupted him.

"Aren't I dead?" Looking at Chi Mo, Chu Qinghuang took a sip of the cool tea in his cup.

Chi Mo fell on the ground, watching the man bend his eyes and smile at him.

"Chi Mo, you are alive, why should I die?"

At that moment, the person in front of him overlapped with Qu Shang.

Chi Mo's face suddenly paled!

Chu Qinghuang raised his chin with the tip of his toes, and his brows that had been sharp for a moment softened again, just like the person in his memory.

Chi Mo's voice was trembling, "Who the hell are you?!"

Herbal tea was poured down.

"I am Qu Shang."