Martial arts: the beginning of the dragon and elephant prajna great success

The sword-wielding envoy felt even more relieved when he saw the move of the sword-borrower.

He didn't know much about Su Mo and that Yang Xiaoyun, not even their names.

There is another reason for coming here today.

The previous actions were by no means aimless.

The sword-borrower made trouble, which made him think of retreating despite difficulties.

This will face Su Mo directly, but not panic.

After all, given Su Mo's age, how could a young man in his twenties achieve much, even if he started practicing martial arts from the womb?

Although it is not ruled out that some great sects, or young children from famous families, have extraordinary attainments at a young age.

However, such a person will not be unknown, let alone appear here.

Therefore, when Su Mo wanted to explain to him, the sword master knew that there was another twist in today's matter.

As for this level of turning point, I am happy to see it succeed.

Taking a deep breath, and with a wink left and right, all the disciples of Qijue Hall immediately took a step forward.

Su Mo glanced at him and sighed: "Your Excellency, Master Sword Master, this is not a gentleman's style, let alone the tolerance of a senior in the world."

"This seat is the sword master of Qijuetang, and his status is respected. How can an unknown boy like you challenge him at will?

"You and this seat want to explain, and this seat will give you an account.

"However, if you can't even get close to me, you won't be able to get this explanation!"

The corner of the sword master's mouth curled up, and a sneer leaked out: "However, it is a pity that you die like this at such a young age. If I have a word to advise you, come back to Qijue Hall with me, and the matter here will definitely come to an end." Why, at such a young age, you ruined your life because of a momentary obsession with ghosts?"

"What a Qijuetang, what a sword master."

Su Mo nodded slightly, and just as he was speaking, the two Qijue Hall disciples were already moving up from left to right. One took Su Mo's front heart acupoint, and the other covered the waist and lower three points with the palm of the sword. .

Qijuetang claims to be a famous family, but the methods used by its disciples are really not brilliant, they are vicious and vicious, making people feel cold.

Su Mo didn't say much anymore, he took a step forward, and with a wave of his hand, the person on the left punched right in front of him, and it collided with Su Mo's fist.

Hearing a click, the fist of the disciple of Qijue Hall suddenly shattered, and amidst the blood, Su Mo's fist landed on the man's mouth.

The person didn't move, his body was shaken, and the blood light exploded from the back of his heart, killing him on the spot.

But the person on the left hadn't realized what happened at this time, and saw that Su Mo's foot had already come in front of him. He made an offensive with his right hand, and his left hand was already in a defensive position. Stop Su Mo's foot.

But he didn't expect that this kick knocked his defense to pieces without any effort, and followed by a kick in front of him, but it kicked on his leg.

There was a click sound, the leg bone broke on the spot, the whole person could not stand firmly, and the offensive was naturally unsustainable.

Kneeling on the ground with a plop, he closed his eyes and waited for death, but Su Mo had already strode away.

Along the way, all Qijuetang disciples who blocked them would be injured if knocked, and died if touched.

Wherever you go, there is no single enemy.

Su Mo's method was completely different from that of the borrower.

The person borrowing the sword has mysterious body skills and brilliant means. In Xiaodisha Xuankun's sword formation, it is like walking on flat ground, as if stepping on the back garden of one's own home.

His posture is unrestrained, if not for his own sleepy temperament is too obvious, I'm afraid it will be a little more pleasing to the eye.

However, Su Mo...everything he passed was like a humanoid tyrannosaurus.

Waving and flicking, or hammering or sweeping, or patting or smashing, the moves are exquisite but simple, never use more than one move, never use more than one move.

But between this move and every move, wherever it passed, howls were everywhere.

Su Mo walked up to the sword wielder with the sound of howling all over the floor.

None of Qijuetang's disciples were able to stand up, whether they were dead or injured.

Su Mo looked at the sword wielder with an uncertain expression in front of him, and smiled slightly:

"Your Excellency the Sword Master, this junior is invited to come and take your life."

"presumptuous!!!!"

The sword wielder was in a high position, at this moment, even though he was frightened and angry, there was no reason to stand still and wait for death.

With a shake of both arms, the sleeves of the robe rose without wind, and the lingering sword energy was born out of thin air.

The long sword on his back is still not out of its sheath, but it is pointed like a sword, between the two fingers, the sword energy is wrapped in the sky, and the tip of the sword is a delicate sword move.

It's a pity... This exquisite sword move, when facing Su Mo, is winking at the blind man.

I saw Su Mo casually grasping his two fingers in the palm of his hand. His palm was covered with internal force, and he directly ignored the sword energy wrapped in it. When he broke it lightly, he heard a click.

"what!!!"

The sword master couldn't help screaming, two fingers were snapped off alive, how could it not hurt?

"Fancy..."

Su Mo shook his head lightly: "Please take a step ahead, the sword master. For today's matter, I will go to the chief helm of Qijue hall in the future. I will meet the master Feng Wuxiang in the hall and explain it clearly. If I don't know, I will also ask him for it." an explanation."

After the words fell, the palm that engulfed the internal force had already been slapped down.

The sword master never dreamed that he would fall here. One hand was held by Su Mo, and the other hand used all the internal force to try to block Su Mo's palm.

However, the huge strength came from the direct pressure on his palm, and the first palm that touched his heavenly spirit was his own palm.

bump!

With a muffled sound, the sword wielder fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

The divine light in the eyes is slack, and there is no vitality.

After Su Mo finished this, he looked at the sword on the sword master's back, thought for a while, shifted his body slightly, and gently drew the sword out of its sheath.

The mechanism that might exist as expected did not appear, but what was pulled out was a broken sword.

"Oh……"

Suddenly, Su Mo wondered why the sword wielder didn't draw his sword out of its sheath.

It's not that I don't want to, but pulling it out doesn't help.

A broken sword, in the hands of a master, may still be able to exert its power, but the sword master is obviously not such a master.

Not only that... the sword master of Tangtang Sword Hall was broken, and if he took it out to use it in front of the enemy, he was suspected of exposing his shortcomings, so the sword master did not even draw his sword until his death.

Suddenly, the broken sword in his hand flew out, but it was not pulled away by someone's internal force, but thrown out by himself.

The broken sword whizzed in mid-air, and finally landed in front of a person.

And that person, who knows kung fu, is secretly climbing on the ground, trying to leave here secretly without anyone noticing.

This person... is the 'thief' that the sword-wielding envoy chased down earlier!

With Jian Guang in front, his face no longer had the demeanor of sharing the same hatred with Su Mo and the others and angrily denouncing Qijuetang, and his face was pale and completely inhuman.

Su Mo's soft voice came from beside his ear:

"Where do you want to go?"