Chu Mu... Chu Mu... How dare you hurt me... How dare you hurt me... You are dead, you are absolutely dead..." Wang Lei's hands were dripping with blood, his cheeks were twitching because of the pain, and his eyes were red as if they were dripping. As the blood bleeds, the sound is shrill and shrill, making people shudder.
"I'm not hurting you, I'm just cutting off your hand tendon. From now on, you can never practice sword practice again."
The indifferent sound was like a bomb exploding into deep water. It shocked all the onlookers, and they all gasped and changed their expressions.
"Cut off the hand tendons...cut off the hand tendons...hahahaha..." Wang Lei laughed, his whole body twitching like crazy, his hair was messy, and blood seemed to drip from the corners of his eyes, extremely resentful: "Chu Mu...what you gave me Yes, I will return it to you tenfold, just wait..."
In the endless resentment and curse towards Chu Mu, Wang Lei turned around, laughed, and left slowly as if crying and whimpering. His back was so sad and sad, so chilling and frightening.
"It turned out to be that the hand tendons were amputated. From now on, Wang Lei may be disabled."
"Yes, once the hand tendon is broken, it cannot be restored unless there is some special talent. Failure to recover means that you cannot use your strength and cannot practice the sword. For a swordsman, this is more cruel than death. ah."
"You are so cruel and ruthless, you will cut off Wang Lei's tendons without hesitation."
"Bullshit, this Wang Lei wants to kill Chu Mu with every sword strike. It would be stupid for Chu Mu to let him go."
The onlookers started talking quietly and whispering among themselves.
"Although Wang Lei's cultivation level is higher than mine, he does not have an overwhelming advantage. His swordsmanship is far behind mine, and it cannot be compensated by his cultivation level being higher than mine. Therefore, he is not me at all. The opponent. It seems that my current strength should be able to fight with the sixth level of Sword Qi Realm." Looking at Wang Lei's desolate back and the dripping blood, his expression was still indifferent, but he was thinking: "Now I really want to fight. The person who poses a threat to me is Wang Lei's backer, Wang Feng, who is at the eighth level of the Sword Qi Realm. With such a level of cultivation, he can directly crush me regardless of his swordsmanship. Fortunately, Wang Feng has not returned yet. , I must try my best to improve my cultivation and strength before Wang Feng returns, otherwise it will be dangerous."
"Take my sword!"
With a soft drink, Senhan came forcefully, a ray of bright light, straight in a line, like an aurora flying out of the sky at an incredible speed, so sharp that it made your skin tingle even before it got close.
He quickly drew his sword, drew an arc of light, and slashed out.
Three consecutive clang clang clang clang sounds of the collision of gold and iron were heard, and the vibrations spread away, causing sparks to fly. The shadows of the swords flickered and interacted. The two figures' steps were either messy or erratic, crossing each other and standing still. They pointed their swords diagonally at the ground, facing each other. There were three obvious gaps on Chu Mu's stainless steel sword.
"Green gown, inner disciple!" His pupils shrank instantly, and he was secretly shocked: "Could he be Wang Feng? No, his sword does not have any killing intent, it is purely a test, and he did not use the sword energy."
Xiao Qianfeng stared at Chu Mu with an indifferent expression, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes. Chu Mu's swordsmanship skills displayed in the battle with Wang Lei might be vague to others, but Xiao Qianfeng knew clearly that such swordsmanship skills made him unable to hold back, ready to take action, and impatient to take action.
However, Chu Mu was only at the fourth level of Sword Qi realm, which was four levels different from him. The difference in strength was completely incalculable.
The tenth stage of the Sword Qi Realm, the third stage and the fourth stage are a leap, and the strength gap is obvious. The sixth stage and the seventh stage are a bigger leap, and the strength gap is even more obvious. And the strength gap between the eighth and seventh dans is greater than that between the seventh and sixth dans.
In the end, Xiao Qianfeng couldn't control it anymore and took action.
However, he did not use the slightest sword energy, but purely used swordsmanship to attack, and he had no intention of harming Chu Mu. It was very simple, because his hands were itchy and he wanted to fight Chu Mu.
In an instant, the swords of both sides struck three times rapidly, so fast that the onlookers did not react. The figures intertwined and stopped.
"What happened just now?" An outer disciple rubbed his eyes with a puzzled look on his face.
"It seems... someone is taking action to fight Chu Mu..."
"That's a blue gown..." One of the outer disciples exclaimed, alarming the other outer disciples, who all reacted and turned pale with shock.
"Disciples below the fourth level of the Sword Qi Realm are required to wear gray cloth, and those from the fourth to the sixth level are required to wear gray robes. Only those from the seventh to the tenth level can wear cyan robes and white robes. They are the symbols of male and female disciples of the inner sect. He is an inner sect disciple." Disciple! I don't know which college you are from?"
Inner sect disciples, the lowest cultivation level is the seventh stage of the Sword Qi Realm, and they enjoy the key training of the Sword Sect. All these things make the outer sect disciples envious and jealous. Moreover, compared to the outer disciples, the inner disciples were all superior and did not even bother to come to the outer disciples' residential area.
The outer disciples all held their breath and looked at Xiao Qianfeng with expressions of admiration, envy, awe, etc.
"You are Chu Mu." Xiao Qianfeng spoke, his voice still so cold: "My name is Xiao Qianfeng."
"Xiao Qianfeng?" Chu Mu had never heard of this name before.
"Xiao Qianfeng?" Many outer disciples looked puzzled and thoughtful, and suddenly they were shocked and suddenly realized: "Xiao Qianfeng, I know, he is the swordsman genius of our Qingfeng Sword Sect. He is eighteen years old. , who is at the eighth level of the Sword Qi Realm. It is said that when he was at the seventh level of the Sword Qi Realm, he defeated his senior brother at the eighth level of the Sword Qi Realm with his extraordinary swordsmanship."
"Chu Mu is in a terrible situation now. Cutting off Wang Lei's hand tendons is tantamount to offending Senior Brother Wang Feng. After Senior Brother Wang Feng comes back, he will definitely look for Chu Mu. Then it will be the end of Chu Mu. Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Wang Feng has not yet When he came back, Chu Mu unexpectedly offended another inner disciple, and it was Senior Brother Xiao Qianfeng, who was even more powerful than Senior Brother Wang Feng." This tone contained indescribable gloating.
Although the discussion was not loud, Chu Mu heard it and realized the identity of the person in front of him, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. At the age of eighteen, he was at the eighth level of the Sword Qi Realm. Being able to defeat his opponent at the eighth level of the Sword Qi Realm with the seventh level of the Sword Qi Realm showed that he had extraordinary attainments in swordsmanship. And from the previous three sword fights, Chu Mu could also tell that this person's swordsmanship was far superior to Wang Lei's.
However, he had no interaction with Xiao Qianfeng, so why would he find him?
"Chu Mu, Qingfeng swordsmanship is in your hands, let me have a look first." Xiao Qianfeng said very directly.
"Chu Mu actually chose Qingfeng Swordsmanship?"
"Has he already mastered Feiyun Swordsmanship? It seems that Chu Mu has only started practicing for less than a month."
"Maybe he had already practiced Feiyun Swordsmanship before he started."
"This must be the case, so he was able to master Feiyun Swordsmanship in less than a month. But he is really stupid. He chose Qingfeng Swordsmanship and wasted his time."
The outer disciples started talking one after another, their words full of contempt, but Zhao Tiemu and Wei Qian were extremely shocked. As Chu Mu's roommates, they knew very well that Chu Mu had never practiced Feiyun Swordsmanship before he started, so they felt as if they were dreaming for a while.
"Go on." After thinking for a moment, he took out the book and threw it towards Xiao Qianfeng. Xiao Qianfeng caught it, turned it to the end, and started reading. At a vague glance, I felt that what Xiao Qianfeng was looking at was Qingfeng's decisive blow.
"Did he practice Qingfeng Swordsmanship before? But he didn't master it?" Chu Mu couldn't help but guess.
The discussions among the outer disciples gradually calmed down, and they all looked at Xiao Qianfeng, wondering what was going on.
"I heard that Senior Brother Xiao also took Qingfeng Swordsmanship before, but failed to master it. Is he sure that he can master it now?" The outer disciple who was better informed said thoughtfully: "However, it is said that Senior Brother Xiao has already practiced it. Intermediate swordsmanship, why do you still need to look at Qingfeng swordsmanship? Could it be that there is some secret to Qingfeng swordsmanship?"
For a while, Xiao Qianfeng had read the Qingfeng Juesha back and forth several times. Coupled with his past memories, he quickly memorized the Qingfeng Juesha style completely. He then raised his head and looked at Chu Mu. .
"Chu Mu, your swordsmanship is very superb. I admire it. Let's make a bet." Xiao Qianfeng closed the book and said suddenly, and continued before Chu Mu could speak: "Let's make a bet on who can become Qingfeng first. Swordsmanship, if you win, you will get the right to contribute the entire set of Qingfeng Swordsmanship to the Sword Sect. If you lose, I only need you to agree to a condition within your ability. Do you dare? "
This is Xiao Qianfeng, who is usually indifferent, but when it comes to swordsmanship, he seems to be a different person, so he is called a madman.
His eyes were as sharp as a sword pointed at Chu Mu. All the outer disciples held their breath. This moment belonged to Chu Mu.
"Okay." He agreed without hesitation. A slight smile appeared on Xiao Qianfeng's lips. Immediately after he threw out the Qingfeng Swordsman book, he took out a folded white paper from his arms and shot it with a snap of his fingers. Chu Mu. He turned around and strode away, leaving only one sentence: "We will see the results here in half a month."
He caught the book and the white paper, looked at Xiao Qianfeng's leaving figure, flashed a smile, and then strode towards his wooden house.
Zhao Tiemu and Wei Qian looked at Chu Mu's back, looked at each other, and suddenly smiled bitterly, feeling an indescribable feeling in their hearts.
This day was destined to be the day when Chu Mu became famous throughout the outer sect.----------%MCEpastebin%