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Xiao Yuesheng showed a hint of smile, cupped his fists and smiled: "Okay, since Senior Mo has spoken, I will give up this face."
After saying that, he waved to Chen Chengxiang and Fan Qingyun who stood up.
The two of them stood respectfully and sat down slowly. Their eyes were as sharp as a knife, scanning Li Mo's face with a look of disdain.
Li Mo's face turned red, he snorted coldly, hugged his fists at Mo Dongfu, and said: "Senior Mo's kindness, I appreciate it. However, this person named Xiao came to bully me like this. If I don't take action, I will be said to be afraid." Kill him!"
Mo Dongfu sighed while stroking his beard, shook his head, and said no more.
He secretly sighed in his heart, just one word of his name was very tiring. This leader Xiao was as majestic and majestic as a mountain. It was obvious that his internal strength was very deep. Li Mo was afraid that he would not be a match for him.
It¡¯s just that the matter has come to this, but he cannot be allowed to retreat. Otherwise, his reputation will be lost and he will become a laughing stock in the martial arts world, and it will be difficult to raise his head again.
Li Mo pushed away the chair and walked to the middle of the hall. A disciple had already lifted the table and created an open space of two feet in diameter.
"Here comes the knife!" Li Mozhuo stood still and stretched out his right hand.
A disciple hurriedly stepped forward, holding a long knife in both hands, and brought it to him.
Li Mo grabbed the handle of the knife and slowly pulled it out. A golden light poured out, like the rising sun, revealing the east, bursting with golden light.
The long knife was slowly drawn out, and it was in front of everyone's eyes. The knife was more than three feet long, and its entire body was golden, as if it was made of gold.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of the way, the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Xiao Yuesheng, Li Mo snorted coldly: "Does the person named Xiao dare to fight with the master of this sect?!"
Xiao Yuesheng stood up, took a step forward, and flashed in front of Li Mo. His face was as dark as water, and he said calmly: "I want to learn from you!"
Li Mo's eyes slowly swept across the heroes, and sneered: "Today is my birthday. If you come here to pick a fight, I will take your life without mercy!"
Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows: "Don't talk nonsense, it's just a matter of life and death, please¡ª¡ª!"
Li Mo gave a long shout: "Okay! Today next year will be the anniversary of your death! Take my knife!"
A flash of golden light flashed, and the long knife struck straight at the head. He jumped forward, powerfully, and the long knife seemed to cut through the air, making a hissing sound.
The people around him stood up and left the table, forming a group with excited faces on their faces.
Seeing Li Mo take out the sword, everyone nodded secretly. He was indeed the famous Golden Swordsman, with a reputation as a true swordsman. This sword was fierce and powerful, as if he was fighting on a killing field. His swordsmanship had reached the highest level!
Xiao Yuesheng dodged sideways to avoid the long knife, his face calm.
"Go!" Li Mo yelled angrily, twisted around and exerted force, the straight chop turned into an oblique slash, the golden light passed by, and the speed increased sharply.
Xiao Yuesheng took a step across and dodged again.
Li Mo quickly sheathed his sword and laid it in front of him. He calmly said coldly, "Why don't you, Xiao, make a move?!"
Xiao Yuesheng had a sullen face and said coldly: "My sword skills are ordinary, not worthy of my taking action!"
"You have such a loud tone!" Li Mo sneered, touched the long knife with his left hand, and shouted in a deep voice: "Then don't blame me for being cruel, if you kill me again!"
He swung the knife left and right, circling around his body, but his feet did not move. He just waved it. The golden light became brighter and brighter, as if it had turned into a golden ball. The light was so bright that it stung his eyes slightly.
Everyone squinted their eyes, leaving only a small doubt. They were reluctant to close their eyes, or look away, staring at it. This is the golden swordsman's secret skill - the flying golden dragon!
¡°Death¡ª¡ª!¡± A roar suddenly sounded, like thunder on the ground, the cups on the table jingled, the wine vats trembled, and dust fell from the beams.
The golden light became stronger again and shot towards Xiao Yuesheng. People squinted their eyes to watch. In the golden light, there was a faint dragon swimming around, vaguely visible.
Xiao Yuesheng took a step forward, and a ball of cold light suddenly rose from his waist, rushing straight up, like a crane flying through the sky, and hit the golden glow of a long dragon.
This sword light flashed across the sky like a comet and disappeared in a flash.
"Well" Everyone's eyes dimmed, the hall dimmed, and the golden light disappeared, accompanied by a low groan, which was particularly clear in the quiet hall.
People looked intently, and saw Xiao Yuesheng standing with his hands behind his hands, his face as sinking as water, and looking at Li Mo in front of him with a calm expression.
Li Mo stood motionless with his sword in hand, as if he had been immobilized.
People stared at the two people blankly, wondering what happened to them and why they were motionless. Who won and who lost? No one could see clearly what move they had just made.
The hall was quiet. People's eyes turned on Xiao Yuesheng's face and then on Li Mo.
Li Mo¡¯s expression was stiff. He held the knife in his right hand and held it horizontally in front of him. His left hand was stretched out in the air, as if he was frozen. His eyes were? Flashed, lips moved, but no sound came out, which was weird.
"Master" A middle-aged man called in a low voice. He was the one who had previously stopped Xiao Yuesheng and was shouted back.
This sound seemed to wake up Li Mo. He slowly touched his neck with his left hand, and when he let go of his right hand, the long knife fell to the ground with a "ding clang" sound.
He also covered his throat with his right hand and screamed "ho ho". He held his throat tightly with both hands, fear and unwillingness welling up on his face.
"Bang" He slowly fell down, his body twitched a few times, and suddenly his legs kicked off and remained motionless.
"Master¡ª¡ªFather¡ª¡ª!" The middle-aged man howled miserably, threw himself in front of Li Mo, looked at his hand, and immediately shouted, tears welling up in his eyes: "Master¡ª¡ªFather¡ª¡ª!"
Several people grabbed it out and rushed to Li Mo. They all stretched out their hands to explore. They all shed tears and burst into tears. The hall was filled with cries.
Everyone ignored the noise in their ears and asked anxiously: "How is Master Li?!"
The middle-aged man turned his head, with snot and tears on his face: "Master, Master, he is gone!"
¡°Ah¡ª¡ª?!¡± Everyone was shocked, took a breath of cold air, and turned to look at Xiao Yuesheng.
Xiao Yuesheng has already sat back at the table, holding a silver cup in his hand and sipping a drink, his expression calm and leisurely, as if he is outside.
"Master, is Mr. Li really dead?" Fan Qingyun leaned over and asked in a low voice.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded gently: "Yeah."
"The master is brilliant!" Fan Qingyun clasped his fists and said through gritted teeth. The muscles on his face were twisted, as if he was excited, but also agitated. It was complicated and inexplicable.
Since he was killed by Li Mo as the leader, Fan Qingyun has been thinking about revenge every day. However, his martial arts skills are far from good, but this is a delusion.
Today I finally saw Li Mo being conferred the first title. I felt happy and excited at the same time. All the pores in my body seemed to be opened, and I couldn't help but want to sing loudly.
Smiles welled up from his heart. He couldn't help it, but he forced himself to suppress it. It was quite strange, and the muscles on his face were distorted.
"With just one move, Mr. Li will be dead?!" Chen Chengxiang chuckled.
The middle-aged man turned his head sharply, glared at Xiao Yuesheng, stretched out his hand and pointed at him: "He killed the master!"
The few people who threw themselves around Li Mo and lost their voices in pain suddenly froze and turned to look at Xiao Yuesheng. Their eyes were red and bloodshot, as if they were going to tear him into pieces.
Chen Chengxiang and Fan Qingyun did not change their expressions, sneered, and looked stern.
They have no fear in their hearts. Although there are masters in Iron Sword Sect, in their eyes, Li Mo is the only one.
Li Mo's sword skills are superb, but he is selfish. When teaching his disciples, he always uses both hands and does not teach the real tricks. Therefore, the martial arts of the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect are greatly inferior and far inferior to him.
The middle-aged man waved his hand and shouted: "Everyone, come together! Kill them all and avenge Master!"
"Avenge Master!" Everyone shouted wildly, their eyes were blood red, they glared angrily at Xiao Yuesheng and the others, and rushed over with their swords drawn.
Xiao Yuesheng turned around and said to Hu Fei: "Brother Hu, this is the grudge between the Ziyang Sword Sect and the Iron Sword Sect. Don't get involved!"
Hu Fei shook his head, put his hand on the hilt of the knife, stared at the six men rushing up with a high expression, and said: "The Taoist priest is too ignorant. Your business is my kid's business. How can I stand by and watch?!"
Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and said: "They can't change the world, so there is no need for Brother Hu to take action. Just help me protect Yushu!"
After saying that, he pointed at He Yushu, who had a beautiful face and a snow-white face.
She opened her eyes wide at this time, looking at the people who were rushing towards them with swords in their hands. Their big watery eyes flashed with fear, and their face was bloodless, pale, weak, and pitiful.
"Okay!" Hu Fei nodded heavily.
With these two words, six people had already rushed over and were about to approach the table.
"Stop!" A shout suddenly sounded, like a huge thunder exploding in the ears, making everyone's scalp numb and ears buzzing.
The figure flashed, and an old man suddenly floated out like a breeze, like a piece of feather falling, and stood in front of several big men, stretching out his arms to block them in vain.
His clothes flowed freely in the wind, his eyebrows fluttered, and his eyes were bright, like a blazing torch.
The six big men stopped, still holding their swords high, and looked at the old man in astonishment.
"Mosenior?!" The middle-aged man was surprised and took back his long knife.
Mo Dongfu¡¯s eyes were bright and sharp, and he said in a deep voice: ¡°What are you doing?!¡±
"Senior Mo, he killed Master, we want revenge!" the middle-aged man said loudly, glaring at Xiao Yuesheng with a spiteful look.
Mo Dongfu frowned and said, "They are competing in martial arts."??The sword has no eyes, and death and injury are inevitable. Do not use stories to cause trouble! "
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, wiped his nose hard, shook his head and said: "Once a master, always a father. If he kills the master, he will kill his father with sworn hatred! Senior Mo, please get out of the way!" "
"Shut up!" Mo Dongfu shouted angrily, his face softened, and he said warmly: "Let's talk about revenge later! First, clean up your master and bury him in peace!"
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