Hu Qingpeng's first move was the sword technique "Shui Ru" that he realized when he looked at the water today. The sword style was like water flow and changed endlessly. It did not stick to existing rules. It seemed casual but actually contained mystery. The force on the sword was hidden but not released. No matter whether the opponent adopted a defensive or offensive strategy, he had to worry about his changes behind him. The long sword was fluttering through the air, like a willow branch floating in the wind, light and agile without the slightest breath of fireworks.

He knew very well that if he fought hard with his opponent to the end, his current swordsmanship alone would definitely be a failure and death. So he deliberately angered Fan Xueying, and then made a bet with her to reduce the competition between the two to the limit of ten moves. As long as he could survive these ten moves and not let Fan Xueying see the origin of the master, he could gain a glimmer of hope. Anyway, losing a bet would be dead, so why not take the opportunity to make a fortune? Maybe his life should not be lost!

Fan Xueying has such rich experience in the world, how can she not guess the other party’s thoughts? However, after seeing the sword skills and skills displayed by Hu Qingpeng, she thought that her martial arts skills were better than the other party’s skills. This bet was a sure win. Not to mention ten moves, it would be a miracle that he could block his five moves without dying! Moreover, she really wanted to know Hu Qingpeng’s identity and intentions so that she could figure out who the opponent was lurking in the dark, so that she could prevent her in advance so as not to give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it. At this time, she saw the enemy’s sword stabbing when her chest was stabbed, but it was soft and weak, and she couldn’t help but think of underestimating the enemy. With a sneer, her fingers clamped out, her left claw locked the sword body, and her right claw pressed towards Hu Qingpeng’s vein holding the sword.

Two strong winds suddenly collided in the air, the sword light flashed, and the sword suddenly accelerated incredibly, sliding across Fan Xueying's poisonous claws like a swimming fish, the tip of the sword rose, thrusting her throat quickly.

Fan Xueying was extremely skilled. In the crisis, her waist was folded back and bent into a graceful arc. With a light sound, the long sword passed by her face, cutting off a strand of floating hair. Fan Xueying supported the ground with her backhand, and her feet flew silently, pointing to Hu Qingpeng's yin part. Hu Qingpeng hurriedly jumped behind and shouted: "First move!"

Fan Xueying turned over and stood up straight with a beautiful hollow somersault, her pupils contracted, and her boundless murderous aura filled her body. She gritted her teeth and said, "Good guy, I underestimated you! I will never be polite to you in this second move!"

Hu Qingpeng calmly said: "Do you know which sect I am from?"

Fan Xueying's face turned red. This sword technique was as elegant as the Hengshan Sect and as elegant as the Huashan Sect, but the last thorn seemed to be the killer move of the Nanhai Sect. After thinking about it carefully, I felt that this move was as pure as natural and different from all the sword techniques I had seen. I really couldn't tell which sect came from. I sneered, "What are you anxious about? There are nine moves!" After that, my figure shook and suddenly appeared above Hu Qingpeng's head, with his claws like an eagle hook, and he attacked fiercely with the strong wind.

The moment the opponent's body moved, Hu Qingpeng had already realized Fan Xueying's intention to attack, and immediately moved in a staggered manner, and carried out his newly realized sword technique, protecting himself strictly, not seeking nothing but seeking nothing, and adopting a defensive first strategy. But he saw the sword light intertwined into a net, emerging layer by layer, and it was really unscathed and impeccable. The essence of his sword technique comes from the endless changes in water flow, softness can overcome hardness, and the sword styles are continuous and there is no gap at all. In addition, the sword in his hand cuts iron like mud, which is extremely sharp, making it extremely difficult to break with all his strength.

Fan Xueying attacked several moves in one breath, hoping to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop, forcing him to reveal the truth. Unexpectedly, Hu Qingpeng was as solid as a defence when defending, and could still stabilize his position under her attack, and did not show any signs of defeat. On the contrary, she was almost injured by his sword several times, and she couldn't help but sweat. Seeing that the barbarian attack could not work, she was so angry that her face turned pale. Suddenly, she stumbled around her waist, and a soft whip with bright red color was added to her hand. The tail of the soft whip was filled with a metal barb, and the barb was harshly poisonous. Her wrist shook, and the soft whip rolled down in the air, forcibly hitting Xueliang's sword net like a poisonous dragon.

While dancing the sword desperately, Hu Qingpeng silently counted the moves of the two sides fighting. In the blink of an eye, six moves passed. He was secretly happy and thought he had the opportunity to survive the ten-step bet, but Fan Xueying suddenly used weapons and hit her head with the soft whip. With a tingling sound, the metal tail hook on the soft whip hit the sword body, and a cold and powerful true energy rushed into the meridians in his body. Hu Qingpeng's whole body was shaken, his throat sweetened, and blood spurted out. He took five steps back, and his five fingers were almost numb.

Now, by fighting head-on, the two of them have a clear judgment on their skills. Hu Qingpeng complained secretly that no matter how strict his defense and how clever his sword skills are, his lack of internal strength will be his fatal weakness. If he still holds the defensive strategy and allows Fan Xueying to attack with all his strength, he may be seriously injured and fall to the ground in the next move and lose the qualification to face the opponent. The ten-stroke agreement will lose its meaning. In order to win a chance of one percent of his life, he must change his strategy.

Fan Xueying had long guessed the depth of the opponent's skills. She thought that the attack of her six successful powers could bring Hu Qingpeng down, but he just vomited blood and retreated, and he still maintained the ability to fight again! She didn't know that Hu Qingpeng's body was surrounded by two alien true qi, which could offset some external force when he was hit hard. She only felt that this person was mysterious and became more and more determined to get rid of him. She said coldly: "You have been seriously injured, do you still have to fight again?"

Hu Qingpeng suppressed the injuries in his body and laughed loudly, "I would rather die in battle than give up the sword and admit defeat! There are three more tricks, don't be untrustworthy!"

Seeing that he was still laughing out loud when he was seriously injured, Fan Xueying couldn't help but admire him a little and said seriously: "Although I am a female, I will always be able to say it and never regret it! Your swordsmanship is unique and different from the unique skills of each major sword sect. This is the first time I have seen it. If you give you three or five years to practice swords, you may become a first-class swordsman in the future. Unfortunately, you have seen the secret you shouldn't see tonight, so you must die! Even if I bet I will lose, I will take your life within three moves!"

A look of respect flashed in Hu Qingpeng's eyes. Although the other party was an evil figure, he also had his own principles of acting. The remaining three moves would be a cruel and difficult test. The strength gap between the two sides was large. If he kept defending, he would definitely not be able to stop Fan Xueying's swaying forcefully. Perhaps under such an absolute disadvantage, attack was the best defensive method. The scene of Tianma Shiro using a quick knife attack flashed through his mind. He stepped forward with his left foot, held the hilt of the sword tightly, first with the sword straightened, and then slowly raised the long sword. The energy in his body was condensed on the sword, and the murderous aura was quickly increased.

Seeing that he suddenly posed in this strange position, Fan Xueying looked familiar and said in surprise: "You can do Fusang sword technique?"

"Kill!" Hu Qingpeng suddenly exhaled and rushed forward like lightning. With a wave of his hands, the long sword slashed his opponent's face, as if it was lightning. His move almost copied Tianma Silang's sword technique, simple, fierce, and extremely fast. All the power condensed into the sword, leaving no room for change, and the move was full of unreturning momentum.

Fan Xueying was obviously better than Hu Qingpeng's skills, but she did not dare to take the thunderous killer moves and the sword that came to her face. She was both curious and regretful. How many special skills did this mysterious and weird opponent have not used? Can she bear his life within three moves? The fierce sword energy suddenly rolled over, and she could not simply dodge and give in, otherwise the opponent would take the opportunity to cut a few more swords, and she would have more than three moves! In the flash, her body was fascinated, and the soft whip flew sensitively, slamming the sword.

The whip and sword touched each other, and Hu Qingpeng felt that his arm was hit by lightning, his hands were cracked, and his mouth was broken. With a muffled shout, he flew over two feet away, falling heavily on the beach, and his meridians were pricked in pain. Before he could turn over and jump, a cold wind followed him like a shadow and hit his brain. Hu Qingpeng hurriedly used the life-saving trick of "rolling with a lazy donkey" to avoid the enemy's killing move. The sword picked up countless grains of sand at the same time and hit Fan Xueying in the air. Unexpectedly, the enemy's soft whip was as a snake as a snail, tightly wrapped around his waist and abdomen, and then he pulled in and strangled him to death on the spot.

When Hu Qingpeng noticed that the soft whip was wrapped, he knew it was going to be bad. At the moment of life and death, he slapped the ground with one palm, and flew towards Fan Xueying along the force of the soft whip. The sword light flashed, and the sword shot out of his hand and penetrated directly into Fan Xueying's chest.

The two were only more than meter apart. Even if Fan Xueying had high martial arts skills, she would still be in a hurry. She quickly let go of her soft whip, twisted her backwards, and slapped her backhand. The strong wind of brushing sounded, and the long sword flew over her chest and penetrated it across the beach from a distance. Immediately after the sound of the blond, Hu Qingpeng was hit by her palm, falling down like a meteorite, and blood gushed.

Fan Xueying sneered and was about to make up for a palm, Hu Qingpeng shouted with difficulty: "This is the first, the tenth move!" His eyes turned dark and he fainted.

Fan Xueying calculated carefully and found that it had been ten moves in the fight. She stood there for a moment, looking at the unconscious opponent, her heart was constantly changing. Should she break her promise and kill her to silence her? After hesitating for a moment, she pulled off the black cloth masked by Hu Qingpeng. He saw that his eyebrows were thick, his face was rough, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Although he could not be handsome, he was full of masculinity and health. At most, he was only eighteen years old. Fan Xueying's heart was shocked. This young man had such swordsmanship and adaptability so young, and his future achievements were limitless! She couldn't help but reach out and touched his face gently. Her cheeks became hot for no reason, and she murmured: "Forget it, God's will cannot be disobeyed! Since you can survive ten moves, I will spare your life. If you have the chance in the future, I will still kill you!"

She put away her soft whip, looked at Hu Qingpeng reluctantly, and suddenly let out a clear roar, spread her figure and ran back and forth, but in an instant she disappeared.

On the lonely beach, there were only shining swords left, emitting cold light alone...

There was only a thick darkness in front of me, without light or any sound. The sinking consciousness struggled desperately in the black ocean, swimming, eager to find a way out. He kept swimming upwards and rushed upwards. His hard work finally paid off, and a faint light gradually expanded on the sea. At this time, a faint sound came from his ears, as if it was a woman's cheer: "He is awake!" He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes were as heavy as a thousand pounds. No matter how hard he tried, he could not see the world outside. Suddenly, a sweet spring flowed into his belly, sweeping away his anxiety and anger. He vaguely heard someone whispering: "It's okay, let's have a good sleep." As the breeze blew by, he fell into a deep sleep again.

When Hu Qingpeng woke up again, he felt weak and dry mouth. When he opened his eyes, he found that the place where he was lying was familiar. He turned his neck hard and saw Yi Wufeng and Xiaolan sitting by the bed, killing on the three-foot chessboard to the darkness. Hu Qingpeng thought for a moment and guessed that Yi Wufeng must have saved him that day and cured his injuries. The palm that Fan Xueying finally hit was extremely sharp. If he had not been repeatedly adventured and had a strong physique, he would have absolutely no way to resist it. Despite this, if he could not be treated in time after being injured, he would have died of excessive blood loss. In this way, Yi Wufeng saved his life again. Hu Qingpeng shook his head and smiled bitterly. He should have drawn a clear line with the disciples of the Demon Cult, but he was incompatible with water and fire, but he repeatedly owe favors. How should he explain to the leader in the future?

Suddenly, Xiaolan slapped a chess piece and said proudly: "Elder, you lost this game of chess again!"

Yi Wufeng patted the table in annoyance and said, "Strange, why did your chess power suddenly increase a lot? I used to be able to let you four sons, but now I always lose! Xiaolan, have you been a wise master recently?"

Xiaolan smiled and said, "Elder, it's not that my chess power has increased, but that your chess power has decreased! Because your mind is not on chess, you are often distracted, and sometimes you even play inexplicable evil hands, giving up your chances of winning, so how can you not lose to chess?"

Yi Wufeng's cheeks were slightly red like jade, and she said ashamed and embarrassedly: "You little girl, how dare you make fun of me!" Her eyes turned slightly, and she couldn't help but look at the head of the bed, but unexpectedly bumped into Hu Qingpeng's gaze. She let out a whisper, blushed through her ears, and she flashed unaware joy in her eyes. She said with a stern face: "Hey, when did you wake up? Do you want to scare people to death without saying a word?"

Hu Qingpeng smiled foolishly and said, "I'm sorry, I just woke up. Elder Yi, did you save me? I don't thank you for your kindness, and Hu will definitely be rewarded in the future."

Yi Wufeng frowned and said, "The reason why I saved your life is to know the conspiracy of Baiyun Sect and the World Association, not to hope to get your reward. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to your life or death. Don't think wrongly!"

Hu Qingpeng said: "Yes! Elder, how long have I been sleeping?"

Yi Wufeng said lightly: "You were infected with the 'Five Poison Luoyan Palm' of the poisonous scorpion, which hurt your lungs and blood disorders. You have been in a coma for three days and three nights. I thought you could not survive this level and would go to Jin to meet the King of Hell."

Hu Qingpeng said in a lost voice: "I have slept for three days and three nights?" Since he was kidnapped by Mu Rourou, he has been out of contact with his sect leader for five days. I wonder what the situation of his fellow disciples in Hengshan is like? Are they still in Zhuzhou? If he can't contact his fellow disciples, wouldn't he have to go to Songshan alone?

Yi Wufeng ignored his surprised expression and ordered Xiaolan to cook red date bird's nest porridge and give him moderate nourishment. After Xiaolan left, she stared at Hu Qingpeng's eyes and asked: "The poisonous scorpion has always been cruel to deal with the enemy. She is a murderer who can't blink. This time she didn't kill you to silence you. It was like the sun hitting the West. I'm really curious, how did you touch other people's hearts and save your life? According to the situation at that time, as long as she adds a light palm, you will be dead!"

Hu Qingpeng suppressed his worries and smiled bitterly: "Actually, it's very simple to say, because she lost the bet and had to let me go." He immediately told the situation of the ten bets and the battle. The process was full of twists and turns and extremely thrilling.

After hearing this, Yi Wufeng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "So that's it. I thought she was particularly merciful to you! By the way, what kind of cargo was transported by that cargo ship?"

Hu Qingpeng said: "It's the black fire! The cargo hold is full of wooden barrels filled with fire, and it is estimated that there are at least one or two hundred barrels."

Yi Wufeng's delicate body shook and murmured, "Huoyao?! What do they want to do for so many fires? Could it be a new conspiracy against this sect?" A contemplative expression appeared on her face, and her eyes were shining. Under the dim light, her forehead reflected the light of wisdom, which was more charming than usual cold and frost.

Hu Qingpeng stared blankly at the thoughtful beauty under the lamp, looking at the fair and smooth skin, the beautiful contour curves and long and dense eyelashes, his heart pounded wildly, and did not dare to make any sound, destroying the quiet and beautiful picture of this moment. He even hoped that this moment would stay forever, so that he had enough time to appreciate her beauty. He suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing to be able to get along like this cold and arrogant witch.

Yi Wufeng shook her head and got out of her contemplative state. In a blink of an eye, she saw Hu Qingpeng who was stunned and funny. She knocked on his head and said angrily: "Did you see enough?! The saliva is flowing down!"

Hu Qingpeng blushed and blurted out, "You are so beautiful!" He immediately regretted it. With Yi Wufeng's personality, how could he allow others to comment on her? If she gets angry, her fate will definitely be very miserable. She is nervous and secretly prays for God's blessing.
Chapter completed!